Daddys Little Slut

I was about to tell him, that i hope he isnt angry and that i didnt obvs want him to find out like this, when he said ‘I always wanted a hot daughter, what do I call you baby?’ i told him my name, ‘Aisha Cox’ He grabbed and squeezed his leather pouch ‘i like it Aisha, now grab that meth pipe and come over here’

I did as he asked, and i felt the very last part of my boy self disappear as I strutted to him like a pornstar in my heels. He spread his legs open and nodded to his thigh and i sat there. I put one arm around his neck and the other on his leather jacket, ‘i hope you are ok with this’ i said, and he put his hand on my waist ‘i think you are better as a girl anyway’ I kissed his cheek. He took the pipe out of my hands and the lighter and then took a hit of meth and before he blew out, his lips and mine met, and he exhaled the cloud into my lungs. We passed the smoke back and forth for a bit and I felt the rush of decadence and perversion overwhelm me, as I realised that my real daddy would be the one to finally fuck me and i wanted him too and my sissification would be complete.

I kissed him playfully on the lips, and then started caressing his pouch softly. His cock felt huge and getting bigger and he unbuttoned the flap and his huge 10in thick hard cock sprung out. I had some lip gloss in my pocket of my leather jacket, and I applied to my bimbo lips while Daddy just watched and his cock throbbed.

I was so turned on, I felt so alive, so naughty, and oh so slutty. I took hold of his cock and brought it to my lips, licking the end with my tongue. I licked it up and down; and spat on it, wanked him slowly. ‘You dirty little bitch, i love it. Now lets see if you can get all that cock down your throat’. He stood up and I got on my knees. His huge cock dangled hard right in front of me. I was feeling so feminine and kinky and I had seen some of the girls he had brought home to fuck, and they were all fucking gorgeous slutty girls, so I knew then, I was fucking lush.