It's hard for an educated woman to turn her head off. That's part of the joy of being a submissive. None of the decisions are yours. When you can't refuse anything and can't even move, those voices in your head go silent. All you can do, and all you are permitted to do, is feel."
― Cherise Sinclair, Dark Citadel
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Daddy told me he had a special surprise for me, some friends of his who wanted to meet me. He had already promised them that I would be their fucktoy for the night, that I was a very good girl who would do anything they wanted, and that he was proud of his little slut and wanted to share her.
I showered, taking time to make myself especially clean and soft for Daddy and his friends. I shaved, making sure my legs and pussy were smooth and bare, washed my hair with the special sweet-smelling shampoo, and smoothed scented lotion all over when I was through. When I finished I was soft and smelled of sexy musk and sweet cream. I knew that by the end of the night, it would all be for naught; by the end of the night, my hair would be a tangled mess, it and the rest of my body would be covered in sweat (mine and who knows how many men) with cum crusting here and there. But I wanted to arrive looking fresh and pretty for Daddy, so that he would be proud to share his little slut.
I arrived at the address (one of Daddy's friends opened his house to this evening's fuck-fest) and Daddy met me at the door. As he kissed me he murmured "Are you ready for this, slut?" I looked him in the eyes and said "Yes, Daddy. I'm ready. I want to be your little fuckslut and make you proud" "Let's go inside then."
Daddy led me downstairs to a large finished basement. As we descended the stairs, I could hear many men's voices, and I began to get nervous. As we entered the room, at least 10 men turned to look at us, well, at me...I was their toy for the evening. Seeing all of them look at me like that, like a piece of meat, or maybe a cheap hooker, made my legs tremble and my heart leap into my throat; despite the fear, my pussy nearly gushed with wetness. Before I could say a word, however, Daddy put his arm around my shoulders, stopping me in the middle of the room, and said "Here she is, my little slut. She's such a good little slut that I brought her here to share with all of you tonight." I looked at Daddy, he was looking at me with such pride in his eyes that all my nervousness melted away, and all I could do was smile at him sweetly. He led me to the bed that had been placed in the center of the room for the evening.
"Ok! Let's get this party started!" It was one of the other men in the room, Daddy smiled "Rules first, gentlemen." "There's a basket of condoms on the table, everyone wears one, no matter what hole you are in. If you would like to cum on her, feel free; her hair, face, and tits are all ready for your cum. Don't do anything that will leave marks, and if she says stop, you stop." As everyone nodded their assent, Daddy turned to me and told me to get undressed and kneel at the foot of the bed. As I knelt, Daddy unfastened his pants and pulled out his cock, "You're my slut, I'll take your first. Suck my cock you dirty whore." With Daddy's cock in my mouth, my pussy was now so wet that I could feel it dripping onto my legs as I knelt on the floor.