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Subject: {ASSM} "My Daughters Costume" (M+g, inc, semi-cons)
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WARNING!!!
This work of fiction depicts sexual situations
of an extreme nature with a child.
If you are under 18, or are offended by such stories,
or it is illegal to read such where you are,
or have a cardiac condition, Then do not read!
In fact, you shouldn't be reading this stuff anyway!
The author does not condone or encourage any such
behavior as depicted in this story.
_________________________________________________
"My Daughters Costume"
by Pedro Vila
My little girl wanted to dress up like a movie star for Halloween. I
suggested Julia Roberts and I helped her decide that the most famous one was
"Pretty Woman".
I've been trying to get my nine year old to dress sexy for years, since
she was six. Some days she would drive me out of my skull just to look at
her with make up and a slinky dress.
It's sad that a daddy finds his own little girl sexier then anyone else
in the whole world, but that was where I was. No wife, no girlfriend, no
lust for anyone but my Bridget. I wasn't fucking her, I tried to hold off on
that. But we were well into the necking stage.
She didn't really understand fucking yet.
I had planned on fucking her solo soon, but I ended up with a gang bang
for her that Halloween.
Now, the hard part was making a 'Pretty Woman' hooker outfit like from
the movie. For some reason, clothes like that just aren't made for pre-teen
girls. But I was familiar with this problem from experience and have become
quite good with a sewing machine. Nothing's too good for Bridget.
The high boots were harder to solve though, and we ended up with some
child's white cowgirl boots instead. It worked for me. October was getting
cold though and she had a faux fur coat that could have been right there
with any street walker.
I had a small circle of friends who wanted to be there for her
deflowering. In fact, they were willing to pay to be there and watch us!
They have come over a few times to watch her 'model' some of her riskier
outfits. Bridget wasn't in short supply of 'uncles'. It was the suggestion
that if one was willing to pay to watch her become a woman, how much money
would I accept to let one join in?
Hmmmmm. You never know until you get there.
So arrangements were made for her very special night, with only one
problem. It was all play for Bridget. Sure, she loved the attention, but sex
wasn't even on her radar. I didn't want to rape her. I wanted her to be into
it.
I should have waited until she was ready. Instead, I gave her a valium
thaValiumt. Just as we started to trick or treat. It was Mrs. Clark's face
at the first house that told me I should have given it to her before we
left. That was NOT an apropriateappropriateor a child, I was told.
Bridget was hurt. She didn't understand what the problem was. So I drove
her to a better neighborhood. Where her uncle's could better appreciate her.
She was pretty loopy when we got there. Drugged and relaxed.
She didn't even care when I removed her little panties.
Three men opened the dorr at thdoorme time and they almost fought each
other to be the first to invite her in. Bridget giggled and stumble blythly
in, unaware of the intensity of everyones everyone'ser. She was aware of all
the comments of how beautiful she was and she strutted with pleasure.
She was so loose that she kissed me back fully in front of everyone. I
kissed and rubbed her back and she somehow seemed to loosen up more. I
worked carefully to get her in the right mood. Her body became more drugged
and she was almost sleepwalking by then.
Then I was given a lot of money and told that it was time. Oh, yes. Was
it ever!
I laid my little girl down on the floor and nuzzled my face slowly down
her half naked body; smelling, kissing, and tasting her sweet essence. I
took my time, teasing myself as well as our tense audience. I toyed with
them as well. I lifted my head and moaned suddenly and everyone drew a
breath and almost fell over themselves.
"Fucker." somebody said with a smile.
"Fuck her? You want me to fuck her now?" I teased.
"YES!!" they all said at once.
I nuzzed my nuzzledto the sweetest spot on her body and tasted my
Bridget's most personal place. To my surprise, she was wet. I drank from my
own child and almost came in my trousers.
I couldn't wait any longer. I had her right there on the floor. Gently
in, gently through, gently deep, and cumming hard instantly. Bridget opened
her eyes a bit and moaned with a smile. She twisted her body like a cat
stretching and it was apparent to all of us that she wouldn't mind more.
I looked up to her waiting uncle's. They were pleading to me with thier
eyestheir highest bidder would be next. It was everything he had.
Bridget twisted and turned and moaned all night long in her dreamlike
state. I had never watched anything more beautiful in my life than to see my
daughter being taken by all of her uncle's. I joined in of course.
Somewhere in the night, her costume came off and we passed her around
like a rag doll, kissing and feeling her wonderfully small body as we
explored her most intimate places. But the most surprising part was at least
a few time, it looked and sounded like she actually came too.
But we knew it had to end when it started to look painful to her. The
drug was wearing off finally. Time to take her home.
I left with her trick or treat bag full and washed her before putting her
to bed.
She slept in until noon and seemed weary as she slumped out of her room
to the kitchen where I was doing some home accounting.
"Are you okay? You look beat." I said.
"Uh huh." she mumbled. She looked around, a little confused. "I don't
remember anything."
"Really? You had a great time. We went to a holloween Halloween you had a
ball." I smiled cheerfully.
"Oh. I think I remember." She looked at the bag on the table. "Is that my
candy?"
I shook my head, still smiling. " No, silly. You candy's on the floor
there where you left it." I pointed to a large bag near the front door where
her Pretty woman costume was also laying. She shuffled over to it.
"Wow! That's a lot of candy!" she said.
I smiled. "Your costume was a hit with everybody." I went back to
counting twenty and hundred dollar bills. I had stacks of them and the bag
on the table was still half full.
It's funny what a hooker outfit can get you.
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