So I made some changes to this chapter because management have taken it down again. Perhaps they get a lot that they refuse and that's why I don't get an explanation.
Anyway, third times a charm (I hope)
To my surprise, Daddy took me home to his house. I wasn’t expecting much, he was my Daddy, but he was also a bit scruffy if I’m honest. So I was pleasantly surprised when we stopped in a quiet lane and drove into the driveway of a neat detached house, complete with garage on the side.
“Come on then” he said gruffly “You did well tonight, James was very impressed.”
“He didn’t seem impressed Daddy” I said in a small voice.
“You would have known if he thought you were rubbish. Yes you will more than likely get more work there and that means more money for us.”
“Us?”
“Yes, like I told you, I will pimp you out, but I’m not that sort of pimp – I’ll make sure you get a fair share of the earnings.”
“Thank you Daddy” I replied. I knew what he had said that first evening, but I hadn’t really believed until ‘James’ gave Daddy £50 (which could have been a £100 had Daddy not fucked me first).
And now he was reiterating what he had said and it wasn’t just dirty talk to excite him and me. He actually intended to rent me out to other men.
My family lived 300 miles up the motorway in the far north. It wasn’t that I disliked my mother, my stepfather and my sister, just that the distance made it more difficult to do more than a weekly phone call.
Thank god they did. I hate to think of the explosive nature of this sort of disclosure. It would wreck my mother.
I decided to put a line in the sand now.
“Daddy I was very excited that all this happened, but I am not sure that I’m really cut out for this kind of life. I could probably do this occasionally for fun…”
“Hold that thought until we get in.” he said “I have something that may change your mind.”
Intrigued as to what that would be, I held my peace to see what he meant.
Inside the house was really nice. Neat, clean and modern. A large living room with what looked like a 50 inch Tv, Sky and other electronic boxes that I could not make a guess at.
“Take a seat Alice, I just have to get some stuff done then we can talk. Would you like a drink?”
“Tea would be nice Daddy, thank you.”
“Off to the kitchen then, make me one too – milk and two please – far cupboard above the kettle for the tea stuff and biscuits.”
So I tottered off to the kitchen. Down the hall, there was a full length mirror and I took stock of myself in it. On the way here, I had done a little repair on my makeup and I studied myself now.
There was little doubt that I was a man my Adam’s Apple was not too protruding but it was still there.
But after that I had what my stepfather had always called femme features.
Anyway, my hair was till mostly neat, the pony hanging behind. I swung it and smiled and saw the ‘gurl’ (with a ‘u’) there that men would find attractive.
I was slim and my legs looked good in the heel, calves and thighs stretched as they were. I could see my nipples through the thin material of the dress, still at attention.
Further down I could see the bump of my chastity cage and felt a twitch in my… clit. Even though I was not sure Daddy’s ideas were the life for me, I still like the idea of being a gurl.
I lifted the hem of the skirt and saw the sussy belt there and smiled, looking at the stockings below it and that scant 4 inches between the two.
The grey three inch heels made the set. I twirled and pouted, looked at my makeup. It had not lasted too badly, the mascara still mostly intact, the lippy replaced.
All in all not too bad. I was a hot chick.
I went into the kitchen feeling slightly better about myself, found the kettle, the tea and the rest, made Daddy’s and mine and brought them and biscuits back on a tray.
As I came into the lounge I saw Daddy had set something up on the TV and he was using a remote to line something up.
“Here you are, thanks Alice” he said, taking the tea. “I’ve got a couple of things I want to show you.”
With that he pressed the remote.
I was stunned by what I saw on the screen.
There I was sucking James off, on my knees, doing my very best to make him cum.
Then James fucking me while the other man fucked my face. Closeups of the obvious look of lust on my face as I was fucked. My face covered in cum, then cum leaking out of my bum (my cunt – that’s what it’s called.)
And through it all, despite what I had seen in the hall mirror, anyone who knew me would know this was me.
This all in high def. How had I missed this?
“I… didn’t know… how…?”
“I like to make sure that I have some film of my prossy’s so I can show punters the product.”
There it was again. I was a product.
“But Daddy, I’m not sure I want that life…”
“Let me stop you there and show you something else.”
He pressed another button on the remote and a screen came up with chrome on it.
Scrolling, he stopped at an entry.
My picture on Fabguys on his page with appended notes.
This would change my life.
“So you see Alice, you are mine. Or not.
I didn’t say anything. My silence was my consent.
“I thought so, now get your gurly arse over here and blow me?”
What could I do? I got up and waited while he divested himself of his clothes. He sat sprawled on the armchair with his cock standing to attention.
And me? I wanted his cock. In my mouth, wanted his cum pouring down my throat.
The rest could wait.
For now I wanted to be used.
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Look forward to reading more of your material.
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