[f4M] [f4F] Whoring out your daughter

It’s cold.

My body shivers as I kneel on the dense carpet of the hotel room floor. You don’t seem cold. But then you’re wearing a lot more than I am.

A small satin black bra covers my breast, a criss cross of straps wrapping around my slender ribs beneath it. There’s a matching pair of panties, held together at the sides by little bows; a present waiting to be unwrapped. That’s what I am.

I’m yours. I learned that lesson what felt like ages ago. My body, my heart, my mind; they all belong to you. That’s what the delicate silver choker around my neck means. It was not a lesson easily learned. I fought it, I thought it was wrong. But you showed me the truth: A girl belongs to her Daddy.

And you can do whatever you want with me. Even share me.

That’s why we’re here. Tonight I’m not your present. I’m for someone else. The thought still sends a shiver down my spine... the idea of fucking some stranger, of being used by someone I’d never even met, just because you said so. 

I hadn’t thought you were serious when you said I was your whore. But it looks like I was wrong.

“Are you ready, pet?” you asked me when we got here, giving me a once over, tucking a strand of my long deep brown hair behind my ear.

I wanted to tell you no, to beg you to not make me do this. But I know it wouldn’t work. I’m yours. And if this is what will make you happy I’ll do it. “Yes, Daddy.” I lie. I think you knew it was a lie, too. But you’ve always liked testing me. Tonight, I promise myself, I’ll make you proud.

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So you’d be a father (or mother, more than happy to swap that if you wanted!) who is whoring out your darling daughter! I want you to let a stranger (male or female!) have their way with me. encouraging me to be the good little slut you trained me to be. Maybe you’ll even join in.