Be a Pretty Whore For Daddy

Do you want me to make you pretty, little girl? Is that what you crave? Do you want Daddy to make you look on the outside the way you feel on the inside? Everyone is so nice to you all the time. Aren’t you sick of it? Doesn’t it grow tiresome hearing men say the same easy compliments that mean absolutely nothing? They’re the same compliments they try on every girl who gets in sniffing distance. I know the truth about you. I saw it the first time I looked into your eyes. You aren’t that innocent. You aren’t innocent at all. Smile a little for Daddy. Let me see it. There it is. There’s that deviant little cunt that I love.

Hold still as I take this sharpie and write words all over your body. You don’t have permission to look until I’m finished. I take my time writing one word on your right breast and then another on your left. I bend you over and write across your ass. I write on your stomach and above your pussy. I write on your thighs. I step back and look at my work. Hmm, that’s better but I still have more to do. I get that bright red lipstick and I carefully draw big letters going from one cheek to the other, making a big red circle around your pretty little mouth. Get your mascara. Get your eye shadow. I want you to cake it on your face like you’re about to make your debut on Broadway. It’s almost time for your big solo.

Put on your fishnets. I don’t want you wearing any panties but get that black lace bra that’s accidentally been thrown into the washing machine a few too many times. Now, stand in front of me and let me take you in. Do you feel pretty, yet? 

Get on your knees. Look up at me. I grab your face. I turn your head left. I turn it right. Your eyes grow large. There’s my little whore. You look almost exactly like I want you to. But there’s still more we can do to find perfection. I rub my cock on your slutty mouth. You open so wide like you’re trying to show me back of your throat. I jerk off on your tongue. Is this what you want? Do you want your mouth abused?

Feel my hand run through your hair. Feel me grab the back of your neck. You know what’s about to come. It’s building inside me. I force myself into your throat until I hit this wall, and then I push deeper. I hold you there, my balls on your whore-chin. You look up at me with all the love an innocent little girl can have for her Daddy. Your sad eyes show me your only wish is that you could take me deeper. My only wish is to wreck your throat. Thrusting into your mouth like I want to see the head of my cock burst out the back of your skull, the word “whore” painted across your face in bright red letters, I feel it inside me that the little girl I love is also the little girl I hate. If I was in the mood to analyze myself maybe I’d wonder if it’s me I can’t stand. Maybe I’d wonder if it’s me who needs to break. But right now all I want is to hear you gag and feel gobs of drool run down my thighs.

I don’t fucking care if you puke all over me. I’m not going to stop. It’s too far gone, I can’t hold back. I rape your mouth harder. I rip into you like I’m trying to atone for something that’s unforgivable. Do you forgive me? Fuck you! I need your forgiveness like I need hernia- like I need another goddamn migraine. Yanking you off my dick by your hair you gasp for air. No. Fuck you. Take me back into your throat. I jam my dick in your mouthpussy and somehow I find a more extreme depth. Do you feel good taking all your daddy’s rage? Do you feel fulfilled that you’re my pretty little whore?v Because I’m not finished. I might never be finished.

I pick you up by your throat. Your face, neck, and tits are drenched in slimy drool. Your mascara isn’t streaking down your cheeks. It’s covered them. The word “cunt” is written in dark black letters on your right breast. The word “slut” is on your left. I drag you into the bathroom and hold your face up to the mirror. LOOK! LOOK HOW FUCKING PRETTY YOU ARE! I mush your head against the mirror. Your mascara smudges all over it. I slap the word “fuck” with my cock. It’s written on your left ass cheek. I slap the word “hole” on your right ass cheek.

Plunging deep into your soaked cunt, I fuck you. Fuck you. Take daddy’s cock. It’s your purpose in this life. It’s why you were born. Your entire existence has been leading up to this moment until the next time I need you to be my pretty little whore. And then it will become your next reason to exist. You can’t feel it because every part of you has shut off. You aren’t thinking. You’re the sum of your three holes and that’s all you are. 

Pussy juice runs down your legs, trickling past the word “cum” on your right thigh, and the word “bucket” on your left? There’s a part of you that sees this as the only version of you. There is a part of me that sees the same thing. My body slamming into you with so much force I knock the vanity loose. The toothpaste falls into the sink. My shaving cream gets pushed onto the floor. The pipes could burst, spraying us with water and I wouldn’t stop. Do you get that, my pretty little whore? Do you understand that this is who I am? Is this who you want to be for me? That isn’t good enough. I need you to be this for yourself. If it’s an act I won’t be able to lose myself inside you. I won’t get the relief I so desperately need. My pretty little whore with bright red lips and enough eye shadow to look like a prostitute clown, I love you. Do you love me?