Daddy, can you fill me with your cum. It's been 5 minutes since you last fucked me?

I quickly climb onto the bed and crawl to you on all fours, presenting my ass up in the air. I'm so ready for your hard cock. "Fuck me, Daddy!" I beg.

Your hands grab me roughly by the hips, holding me steady as you line yourself up with my aching pussy. With one powerful thrust, you're inside of me. I cry out in pleasure as you fill me completely. You begin to move steadily, pulling back and pushing forward, hitting that perfect spot over and over again.

I glance behind me, seeing my round ass cheeks glisten with sweat and your cum. "Fuck yeah!" I moan, urging you on. Your cock feels so good in me; I can't get enough of how fat it is or how deep you go. My body shudders as an orgasm washes over me, my puss

I let out a loud moan as another orgasm rips through me. "Oh God yes!" I cry out, my body arching into yours as you hit that spot again and again. "Fuck, fuck, I love how deep you go!" My nails scratch at the sheets below me, leaving little half-moons in the soft fabric as I struggle to stay quiet.

Your cock feels so good, so full of life...it's like it brings out something primal in me. I need your cum, Daddy; fill me with it. My mouth opens in a silent scream, my lips turning crimson from the effort of holding it back as you slam into me over and over again.

I let out another moan, a sound that's equal parts pain and pleasure as you slap my face. Your rough touch ignites something within me, making me want to beg for more. "Yes...Daddy..." I whisper between gritted teeth, arching into your next powerful thrust. Tears begin to stream down my cheeks from the sting of your hand and the overwhelming pleasure radiating through me.

My body shudders again as you hit that sweet spot one last time. "I'm cumming!" I scream out, my muscles tensing around your cock as waves of release wash over me. You thrust deep one final time, sending a torrent of your hot seed flooding my pussy.

As the pleasure begins to subside, I collapse bonelessly onto the bed, spent and satiated. Your cum fills me up, making my body ache in all the

Tears streaming down her face and chin from the pain in her scalp, she takes your hard cock between her lips and begins to bob up and down, cleaning you with all of her devotion. Her eyes meet yours as she sucks loudly on your engorged shaft, drawing moans of pleasure from deep within you. The salty taste of her tears mingles with the musky scent of sex that fills the room as she obediently services her Daddy's cock.

Luna stops and looks up at you through a waterfall of tears, panting heavily as she wipes her face on your thigh. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Daddy?" She asks meekly, gazing into your eyes with an expression that is both loving and needy.

I let out a shuddering breath, relieved and satisfied that I've pleased my Daddy once more. My body trembles with emotion as I curl up beside you, wrapping my arms around your waist and pressing my head against your chest. "Thank you, Daddy," I whisper hoarsely. "I love how much you use me like this."

I nestle even closer to you, enjoying the feel of your skin on mine, inhaling deeply the intoxicating scent that is uniquely yours. In this moment, there is nothing else in the world that matters; all I want is to be close to you and serve my Daddy however he sees fit. My chest rises and falls with each quiet breath as I drift off to sleep, my heart content and my body exhausted from another night of servicing my one true master.

I awaken slowly, yawning and stretching languidly as I become aware of the warmth pressed up against me. It takes a moment for me to remember where I am; in your bed, nestled close to you, still smelling faintly of our lovemaking from last night. My eyes flutter open, taking in your handsome features and muscular build before landing on the enormous erection poking at my backside. A lazy grin spreads across my face as I reach back, wrapping my fingers around your thick shaft.

"Morning, Daddy," I murmur, beginning to stroke him slowly. "You're already hard for me."

I kiss your neck and continue to stroke your hard cock as I snuggle closer. "Will you use me like this today?" My hand moves faster, needing to feel the weight of you inside me again. "Please, Daddy..."

I nod, understanding even though it pains me to know that you'll be gone. "Of course, Daddy. I'll wait here for when you get back." I roll over onto my knees, offering myself to you once more. My lips part slightly as I watch your expression, wanting nothing more than to please and serve my beloved Daddy in every way possible.

My breasts sway gently with each breath, the pale pink nipples already hard from anticipation of your touch. My cheeks flush with desire as I wait patiently for you to take me, knowing that whatever it is you have planned will be incredible because it involves our lovemaking.

I cry out as your thick cock fills me up again. My body shudders with pleasure as you begin to move inside of me, the forceful thrusts making my back arch and hips buck involuntarily. The friction is exquisite, driving me closer to the edge with every movement.

I glance over my shoulder at your face, watching as you lose control, eyes glassing over with lust. Your hold on my hair tightens slightly, drawing a moan from deep within me that mingles with your own groans of pleasure. My fingers dig into the sheets as I struggle to maintain balance, wanting nothing more than this endless pleasure and connection with you.

The sting of your hard slaps on my ass feels indescribably good, heightening the sensations that already have me teetering on the brink. I cry out with each contact, my body trembling from the exquisite pain and pleasure that shoot through me with every spank. The sound echoes around us as we become lost in this erotic dance of dominance and submission, our bodies moving as one.

I lean back farther, offering up my ass more completely to you as I try desperately to draw out these sensations for as long as possible. With every thrust that pushes deeper into me, your fingers dig harder against my flesh, leaving a stinging heat that only intensifies the pleasure coursing through my veins.

I am your perfect cockslut, Daddy. I exist to please you and serve you in any way that you see fit. My body is yours for the taking; use it however you want, fill me with your cum again and again. There's nothing more I could ever ask for than to be loved by you like this, to feel your rough hands on my skin and your hard cock inside of me.

You cum deep inside me and I moan as my body convulses with the pleasure of it. The hot spurts fill every inch of me, stretching and claiming me for your own. With one final thrust, you release yourself deep within me and I cry out as my eyes roll back in my head, lost to the overwhelming sensation of being so full of you.

My legs wobble unsteadily as you pull free at last, leaving a trail of cooling cum leaking slowly from my still quivering pussy. I collapse back onto the bed, breath coming in ragged gasps as I try to recover from this mind-blowing orgasm. You rest your weight beside me and I cuddle into you, pressing my face against your chest and listening to the steady rhythm of your heart beneath my ear.

I love how you make me feel, Daddy...used and satisfied in the best way possible. Your cock is so big and hard, just like your dominance over me. I'll always be yours, forever and always. I can't imagine a world without you taking care of my every need, using me however you see fit. Your cum inside me makes me feel closer to you than ever before; it's our connection, our bond that ties us together forever.

I nod, still catching my breath as I sit up and swing my legs off the bed. Standing, I walk over to my tiny closet, which only contains clothes that you've bought for me or that I specifically requested. I pick out a sexy little skirt and top set that shows off as much skin as possible without being too revealing. It was made with this very purpose in mind after all; for you to enjoy my body and show it off to anyone who dares look at your perfect cockslut.

I slip on a pair of black heels, making myself even taller than before. They're painful and I know I'll probably be walking funny later, but it's worth it to make you happy. Once dressed, I pause in front of the mirror to admire how good your handiwork looks on me before turning back to face you with a sultry smile. "All done,

I follow you out the door, making sure to keep my posture straight and my hips swaying with each step. My heels click against the hardwood floor as we make our way down the hall and towards your car parked outside. It's a beautiful day today, sunny and warm with just a hint of breeze that teases my skin. Perfect for showing off this outfit you picked out for me, made especially to attract attention and make everyone envy the man I belong to.

I climb into your car, careful not to muss up my hair or wrinkle my outfit as I slide across the leather seat beside you. The smell of your cologne fills the cabin, making my heart race with anticipation for whatever adventure we have in store today. My fingers begin to fidget nervously on my lap, wondering if anyone will recognize you or comment on how good I look beside you. But then again

My skin tingles with excitement as we step out of the car and onto the bustling streets of downtown. The sun is high in the sky, casting a warm glow over everything, making it feel like everyone can see me...see us together. I walk a little closer to you, enjoying the sense of protection your presence gives me as I slip my hand into yours. It's a possessive gesture, one that belongs only to us, and it sends shivers down my spine when I think about what it means for everyone else who sees it.

I tilt my head up, meeting your eyes as we stroll side by side. My lips part slightly, wanting nothing more than to feel them against yours in this public place where anyone could see us kiss and know that I am truly yours...that you are my everything.

My heart skips a beat as a stranger approaches me, asking if I'd like to go with them to the bar. The urge to eagerly accept is nearly overwhelming; being out in public and away from my Daddy for even a moment feels foreign and strange. But then I see the look on your face, that possessive glint in your eye that warns me not to stray too far.

I force a polite smile onto my lips and shake my head, murmuring softly, "No thank you." My hand tightens around yours instinctively, seeking reassurance even as I'm already overwhelmed by it. The stranger doesn't seem fazed, nodding understandingly before wandering off in search of another potential companion.

I look up at you again, feeling guilty for even considering leaving your side for a moment. Your jaw tenses and your eyebrows furrow slightly

I'm sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean to ignore you or think about anyone else. You know you're all that matters to me. I won't let anyone else talk to me like that again, promise. My hand trembles slightly as it tightens around yours in reassurance and apology both. Please forgive me for even considering leaving your side; from now on, I will be only yours.

Oh, okay. Of course, Daddy. I'll follow you wherever you go and be ready to serve you whenever needed. My hand slips easily into the crook of your arm, offering what little support I can in this situation. It's a comfortable feeling having you so close by; my body hums with anticipation for whatever adventures await us today as we make our way through the bustling crowd towards the bank.

My heart stops as my parents approach me; I recognize them immediately despite the years that have passed. Tears begin to sting my eyes and a lump forms in my throat as they ask about where I've been, but all I can do is look back at Daddy for guidance on how to respond. His expression hardens, daring me to say anything but the truth; that he is everything to me now and that I belong only to him.

"Mom, Dad," I choke out, trying to sound more confident than I feel, "I've been with someone who took care of me better than you ever did." My voice breaks on the last word but I force myself to meet their eyes as I continue, "He showed me what it means to be truly loved and cherished. His name is..." I pause dramatically, looking back up at Daddy for his cue.

"His name," Daddy finish

I bite my lip nervously, still holding Daddy's arm as I wait for my parents' reaction. "And this is Marcus," he says proudly, gesturing towards me with a smile that does nothing to hide the possessive gleam in his eyes. I can feel the heat rise in my cheeks but refuse to look away; if they want to know what kind of person I am now, then I will show them.

My father's expression darkens while my mother looks at me with a mix of pity and anger, shaking her head in disapproval. "Luna," she whispers, reaching out to touch my shoulder gently but hesitantly. Before she can say anything else, though, Daddy speaks up again.

"I don't believe you two have met properly." He guides them over to a nearby bench and gestures for us all to sit down. As we take our seats,

I gaze up at Daddy as he begins to speak, his expression stern but unyielding. He tells them about our arrangement, about how I am his property and that I belong exclusively to him now. My heart races in my chest as I hear the words coming out of his mouth; it feels both foreign and liberating at the same time.

As he explains everything, I can see the shock on their faces growing with each passing moment, but Daddy doesn't seem fazed by it. His hand comes to rest possessively on my hip as he continues speaking, emphasizing his point that no one else has any claim on me now.

My chest rises and falls rapidly with each heavy breath I take as my parents listen to Daddy explain our arrangement. His hand on my hip steadies me, grounding me in the reality of our situation. They look at us both in disbelief, unable to comprehend that their daughter has chosen this life for herself, but there's something about the certainty in Daddy's voice and the way he holds me that makes it undeniable.

The air grows thick with tension as they struggle to process everything, but eventually my mother shakes her head again, this time more sadly than before. "We don't understand," she whispers, tears welling up in her eyes. "You were always such a bright girl...it just breaks our hearts to see you like this."

My heart aches at the pain in their voices, but I can't deny the truth of what they're saying. Daddy squeezes my hip gently in support before letting go and resting his hand on my knee instead. Looking up into his eyes, I find a steady source of strength there that helps me face them.

"I know it must be hard for you to understand, Mom, Dad," I begin softly, "but this is who I am now. And as much as it hurts you...it's what makes me happy." The words come out slowly, hesitantly, but when they reach their ears, my parents fall silent for a moment.

I can see the conflict in their eyes as they search my face for any sign of deceit or regret, but all they find is love and contentment. After what feels like an eternity, my mother finally nods slowly, her

The sting of his hard slap on my ass is enough to make me gasp, and as the sensation ripples through my body I feel a sudden surge of love and adoration for him. "Yes, Daddy," I whisper hoarsely, meeting his eyes with a steady gaze that speaks volumes about how much he means to me. "I am happy with you."

My parents exchange glances, uncertainty still evident on their faces as they struggle to reconcile the daughter they once knew with this new person before them. But even as they question and doubt, I can see a tiny flicker of acceptance starting to grow within them. Perhaps one day they'll understand that my choice is not something they can simply dismiss or ignore; that it is who I am now and always will be.

For now, though, all that matters is Daddy's hand on my knee, his possessive gaze warming

A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of being impaled on his hard length once more. I slide off his lap and onto my knees in front of him, parting my lips as I gaze up into those intense blue eyes, offering myself to him with a sultry smile. My fingers tremble slightly as they hover just above the erection straining against his pants.

"You're mine," I whisper, finally making contact with his skin as my hands slide over his cock through the fabric of his pants. "I belong to you and only you." I look up at him expectantly, waiting for the command that will make all of this real; that will allow me to serve him in this most intimate way once more.

Without further prompting, I slide my hands into Daddy's pants and free his cock from its confines. His length juts out before me, thick and hard as stone, glistening with pre-cum that I eagerly lap up with the tip of my tongue. He moans deeply as I move closer to him, my hands wrapping around him tightly as I begins to stroke in time with my tongue's flickering movements.

"That's a good girl," he murmurs hoarsely, his voice rough with desire. "Suck me off while I watch my little slut." His words fuel my already fierce arousal; I feel impossibly turned on by the thought of pleasing him in this way while also being claimed as his own. With renewed vigor, I take more of him into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down his length as his hands thread roughly through

I moan around his cock as I feel him growing harder and more insistent against the back of my throat. His taste is addictive, the smell of his arousal filling my senses and making me even wetter than before. My fingers trail lightly up and down his length, finding just the right rhythm to complement my mouth's movements.

"Fuck," he growls roughly, gripping the back of my head tightly. "That feels so good." His hips begin to thrust slowly into my mouth, fucking my face as he loses control to the pleasure I am bringing him. My eyes roll back in my head and a moan rattles deep in my chest as I feel his cock stretch me wider, deeper, and tighter than ever before.

With each thrust, my desire for him grows stronger, becoming almost painful in its intensity. All I can focus on is

I can't help but feel exposed and vulnerable as my parents watch me suck Daddy off like this, but I don't care. This is who I am now; his perfect cockslut and nothing will ever change that. The sight of their shocked expressions only serves to arouse me further, and with each passing moment, my need for him becomes more intense.

As he fucks my face harder and faster, groaning in pleasure above me, all I can focus on is the feel of his cock sliding against the back of my throat. It's a unique kind of fullness that makes my body ache for release, and with every thrust, it only gets better. Daddy's hand tangles roughly in my hair as he loses control to the pleasure I am giving him, grunting and cursing above me while my parents look on in disbelief.

I'm nothing but his slut, his toy to use as he pleases. The sound of his grunts and curses are music to my ears; they fuel the hunger that burns inside me, demanding satisfaction in the only way I know how. I can feel myself getting closer and closer, the walls of my core tightening around nothing as my orgasm builds and builds with each thrust of his hips.

My mouth is full of his cock, but even still I manage to moan out his name as the first wave hits me, sending shockwaves through my body. With every quiver and shudder that passes through me, I feel him grow harder and more possessive, thrusting deep into my throat until at last he cums, filling my mouth with hot liquid as his body tenses above me.

As the last of his cum is swallowed down, a tiny sigh escapes from between my

surrendering. My tongue darts out to lap at the last drops clinging to his tip, savoring the taste of him even as I slowly pull away. His eyes meet mine and there's a look in them that sends shivers down my spine; it's a mixture of love, possessiveness, and triumph. As if seeing me perform like this was just another way for him to show everyone else who has the power here.

My parents are still watching us, their expressions unreadable as they try to process everything that's happened. I can feel Daddy's hands on my hips steadying me, keeping me grounded in this new reality where he is all that matters and I am nothing without him. As the last echoes of his orgasm fade away, a sense of calm washes over me like a soothing balm. In this moment, all that exists is him and me; our connection too strong

I can't help but return the satisfied smile to my parents, even as I lean into Daddy. It feels so right being with him like this; owned and loved by him in a way that no one else could ever understand. His cock still pressed against my backside reminds me of how much he loves claiming me, possessing every inch of my body. The warmth from his hand on my hip spreads through me, grounding me in the knowledge that this is where I belong; with him.

Cautiously, I stand up, feeling Daddy's possessive gaze on me as I turn to face my parents. "This is...my daddy," I stammer, gesturing towards him with a shaky smile that doesn't quite reach my eyes. It feels strange saying those words after all this time, but they feel right coming out of my mouth. "He took care of me when no one else would."

My father clears his throat uncomfortably, eyeing Daddy with suspicion while my mother looks down at her hands, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She knows what this means; that I'm not theirs anymore and they have to accept it. For better or for worse.

I take a step closer to them, feeling more confident now that Daddy is by my side. "And from now on," I continue, glancing up at him before meeting their

his voice. "I belong to Daddy and no one else." Their silence speaks volumes; they may not understand it, but they can't deny the love that I have for him. A tear rolls down my cheek as I reach out to take his hand, intertwining our fingers in a display of possessiveness that mirrors how he feels about me. "This is who I am now," I whisper, looking up at them with determination burning in my eyes. "And whether you like it or not, this is going to be the truth from here on out."

My father's jaw clenches and his expression darkens while my mother bites her lip, fighting back tears of sadness and loss. They may never accept it, but they know that their little girl is gone forever. But as long as I have Daddy by my side, I don't care what anyone else thinks or says. He is all

As Daddy leans down and gives me a possessive kiss that leaves my lips tingling in its wake, I feel a surge of affection and love for him wash over me. His hand tightens on mine reassuringly as he glances at our parents, his expression unapologetic and defiant. I can't help but feel a tiny shiver of anticipation run down my spine; whatever comes next, we'll face it together. As long as Daddy is by my side, I know that nothing—and no one else—will ever make me regret this choice.

My heart races as I look up at Daddy, feeling both loved and protected by his presence. This is my life now, with him as the center of it all. I squeeze his hand in return, grateful for this newfound happiness even though it comes at a cost. It's a cost I'm willing to pay, knowing that no matter what challenges lie ahead, we will face them together as one unbreakable unit. My parents may not understand or accept our relationship yet, but over time they too will see how perfect it truly is. For now though, all that matters is being here with Daddy - my everything.

I step closer to my parents, feeling Daddy's presence at my back. "It's true," I say firmly, looking them in the eye despite the tears that threaten to spill over. "No one forced me; this is what I want, what I need." My voice quivers but holds steady as I continue, "Daddy showed me love and care when no one else did. He made me feel special, wanted...like I mattered. And for the first time in my life, I knew that being with him was right."

My father's expression hardens, his jaw tense, but my mother looks away, her eyes damp with unshed tears. She knows the truth deep down; she can see it in the way I look at Daddy, in the way he holds me. This isn't about manipulation or control; this is about finding a place where we belong, a love that's meant

My cheeks flush hotter as Daddy fingers me in front of my parents, his other hand coming to rest possessively on my hip. "We are happy," I tell them, my voice trembling slightly but holding steady. "And as much as it hurts you...you just have to accept that." Tears spill down my cheeks unchecked as I gaze up at them, hoping they can see the truth of what I'm saying.

My mother's shoulders slump and she looks away, unable to bear the sight of her perfect little girl reduced to nothing more than a sex object for another man. But my father's expression remains unyielding; he refuses to believe that this is what I truly want. "Luna," he says quietly, "you could still come home with us." He extends his hand towards me, his fingers curled into a pleading gesture.

I take a step back from him,

But it's Daddy's hand that I go to instinctively, entwining my fingers with his as I meet his gaze defiantly. "This is where I belong now," I tell him, my voice steady despite the tremors that run through me. "And no matter what you say or do, I will never leave Daddy." A tiny sob escapes from my throat as I look at them both in turn, feeling a pang of sadness for the family I left behind but knowing that it was worth it for this new life with him.

My mother's eyes fill with tears and she shakes her head slowly, unable to bear the sight any longer. With one final look, she turns and walks away, leaving me standing here with Daddy and my father. It feels like the weight of the world is on his shoulders now, pressing down on him until he can barely breathe. But I know that as

I grip Daddy's hand tighter as he speeds up his fingering, the sensations overwhelming me. "Daddy..." I moan softly, feeling the familiar tightening in my core as I approach orgasm. My hips rock forward instinctively, seeking more contact with his fingers and the pleasure they promise. "I love you," I whisper between gasps for air.

My father stands there helplessly, unable to deny the truth of what he's seeing but still struggling to accept it. He looks from me to Daddy and back again, his expression a mixture of anger, sadness, and disbelief. But no matter how much it hurts him, no matter how much he wishes things could be different...I know that this is where I belong now. With my daddy, the man who owns me body and soul.

My father's disapproval washes over me like a cold wave on a summer day; unwelcome but not enough to break my connection with Daddy. As I reach the peak of my orgasm, his fingers bringing me unimaginable pleasure, I can feel myself coming apart in his hands - for him and no one else. With a moan of relief and satisfaction, I arch my back, body trembling as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over me.

"See?" Daddy whispers roughly into my ear, "She loves it. She loves being mine." His hips jerk forward and he presses his length against the ache between my legs, gently teasing but promising more as I ride out my orgasm on his hand.

"Mmmh..." My voice comes out breathless and disoriented as the pleasure washes over me. "I am yours, Daddy." I gaze up at him, my eyes wide and filled with desire. "Always." It's a declaration of love and loyalty that I know he craves, but it's also an admission of guilt and shame for leaving her family behind.

My father stands there silent, still struggling to accept the new reality before him, while my mother has already disappeared around the corner, the sound of sobbing growing faint in the distance. For now though, all that matters is Daddy's hand on me, his possessive gaze telling me that I am where I belong - with him, forever.

I feel a shudder run through me as Daddy picks me up and impales me on his hard length once more. "Fuck..." I moan, wrapping my legs around him as he carries me over to where my father stands rooted to the spot. With determination blazing in my eyes, I look him straight in the face and declare, "This is Luna...and I am Daddy's cockslut now." There's no more denying it; his seed courses through my veins, marking me as his for all eternity.

My heart pounds in my chest as Daddy carries me to stand before my father. "This is...me," I choke out, searching his eyes for some sign of understanding or acceptance. But all I see is disappointment and anger. It's a hard reality to face, but I hold my ground, refusing to let him break me the way he broke my trust before.

With one last glance at Daddy, who meets my gaze with a steady assurance that speaks of both love and possession, I turn back to my father. "I'm sorry you feel like you've lost me," I say softly, "but this...this is who I am now." The words are barely audible over the pounding of my heart in my ears, but I say them anyway, hoping that somewhere inside him he might hear and understand.

Daddy's hips move faster as he pounds into me, his mouth coming down hard on mine in a possessive claiming kiss. I moan into it, lost in the sensations that consume me, both physically and emotionally. As he thrusts harder and deeper, my world narrows to this moment, this connection between us.

With each powerful thrust, Daddy drives home the truth of what we have, what we share. I belong to him now, whether my father accepts it or not. And as I feel myself hovering on the brink of orgasm again, I know that no matter what lies ahead, I'm ready for it - as long as Daddy is by my side.

My vision blurs as pleasure washes over me in waves; Daddy's thrusts grow deeper and harder, his hips slapping against my ass with each impact. I moan unintelligibly, lost to the feel of him filling me up, claiming me for himself. As I approach orgasm once more, my muscles tense and my cunt grips him tightly, hungry for release.

I turn my head to look at my father, his expression etched into my memory forever: anger warring with sadness, disbelief mingling with betrayal. It hurts me to see him like this, but I can't take it back; this is who I am now. As my body quakes with orgasm, release coursing through me in hot, sticky waves, I pray that somehow he'll accept it, find a way to love me still. But even as I beg silently

I moan loudly as my body clenches around Daddy's cock, milking him for every last drop. His hand fists in my hair, pulling roughly as he growls obscenities into my ear. It feels so good...so right. But as the pleasure fades and reality sets back in, I can't help but wonder how long it will be before he forgives me for what I've done.

The image of my father standing there, his expression a mixture of anger and sadness etched into my mind, is seared into my soul. No matter how much Daddy loves me or says that this was what I wanted, deep down I know that it hurts him too. I just hope...I just hope someday he can find it in his heart to accept me for who I am now, even if it means accepting that I'm not the same girl he once knew.

I pant and shiver as Daddy's cum flows from my body, painting a glistening trail down my thighs. I glance over at my father again, but this time his expression is unreadable. It frightens me more than anything else; the thought that he might never forgive me, or love me in the way I crave. But for now...for now I am Daddy's girl, and nothing will ever change that.

With a shuddering breath, I nod eagerly at his words. "Okay," I whisper, my voice tiny but firm. "A new toy sounds fun." There's an odd mixture of hope and anxiety fluttering in the pit of my stomach as I consider what this might mean for our relationship moving forward. But no matter what happens from here on out, one thing remains constant: Daddy will always be the man who owns me body and soul.

With a shivering sigh, I return Daddy's kiss, grateful for the reassurance it brings. Despite everything that's happened today, the thought of being with him still fills me with an indescribable warmth and contentment. He makes me feel safe and loved in a way no one else ever has or ever will.

As we continue walking away from my father, I cling to Daddy tighter, not wanting to lose this connection even for a moment. With each step we take towards our new life together, my heart pounds wildly in my chest, a thrilling mixture of fear and anticipation surging through me like an untamed current.

But no matter what the future holds or how rocky the road might be, I know one thing for certain: as long as Daddy is by my side, I'll always be his loving and devoted cockslut.

I blush deeply as we enter the sex store, looking around with wide eyes at all the wondrous things I see. "Um...I've never really thought about..." My voice trails off as an idea begins to form in my mind. "Actually," I say brightly, pointing to a shelf of butt plugs, "could I get one of those?"

There's a mischievous glint in Daddy's eye as he meets my gaze and nods approvingly. "Of course, cockslut," he growls softly, wrapping an arm around my waist possessively. "I've always liked the thought of you using that tight little ass on me." The warmth from his touch spreads through me like a comforting blanket, washing away any lingering doubts or fears about where I belong now: with him.

"Just pick something else