Being daddys favorite slut is a full-time job!
You may ask why I was daddys favorite slut. I always followed the rules. And I always played nicely with daddy. Making my self-available at all times. When I was younger. Especially when I knew mommy was going out of town. That’s when all the real fun would begin. Taking a bath and putting on my sweet peach perfume. The kind daddy bought me for Christmas. It made me smell older and good enough to eat. Brushing my wet hair. Daddy liked me looking nice and neat. And always making sure I have a clean nightgown to wear around daddy.
Doing everything that daddy asks of me. Hoping I would be his favorite. He told me I was lucky I was so cute. All the boys would want me once I got my boobs in. so daddy was training me on how to please men. With all different types of fetishes. Daddy himself had a feet fetish. Sucking on my toes. Oh, boy, did it tickle. But it felt so nice. I became daddy’s favorite slut. By making and keeping him happy at all costs. In the bedroom and in the kitchen. Watching mommy cook dinner. Even helping her with it too.
Needing to learn how to cook for daddy.
So, when she went out of town. Daddy could have a home-cooked meal. Learning how-to put-on makeup. Red lipstick is daddies favorite almost like a cherry. Walking in heels so I could look sexy. When I dressed up in lingerie. Daddy liked me to look young but mature at the same time. Putting my hair up in a bun. Role-playing was daddy’s favorite too. Being a sexy babysitter who fucking my boss for a raise. Or the naughty school girl who needs a good grade. So, I end up seducing the teacher. Daddy loved to do it all. I was daddy’s personal fuck toy. I was daddys favorite slut
