Dear Diary,
I can't believe what happened last night. My head is in such a daze this morning, but I've never felt more satisfied. All the nerves in my body seem to be on fire, I feel so good that it almost hurts. I feel like such a whore for what I've done, it was wrong, it was illegal, it was immoral. I let my daddy rape me, and I loved every second of it.
I'm not a slut, well, maybe I am now but I wasn't. Sure, I'd fooled around with boys, but even though I had turned eighteen I was still a virgin. I was planning on saving it for someone I really loved, someone who really cares about me. But, that doesn't mean I didn't fool around with boys, which is why when my Daddy told me he was going out of town this weekend, I had invited my boyfriend Ron over for a bit of fun.
"Bye Daddy!" I shouted through the open second story window as my father waved from his big pick-up truck, pulling out of the driveway. I pulled the blinds down and turn around, walking towards my closet to find something to wear. I knew my boyfriend would be here within the hour, and I love to dress up, and he doesn't seem to mind that at all.
I had the perfect outfit in mind. I stripped off my sweatshirt and pants, and slid my hot pink tank top over my big 32D tits. I stepped into my old middle school uniform skirt, which fit me perfectly still, but only comes down low enough to barely cover my ass and pussy if I stand up. I gave my little hairless pussy a rub before sliding on matching hot pink panties, booty shorts, that just accent my light skinned ass perfectly. I slid on my sheer white stockings that come all the way up to my thigh, and slipped on a pair of 4" fuck my heels that my boyfriend got for me.
I walked over to my vanity mirror and sat down, and started to apply my usual make up, with the exception of some ruby red lipstick. I smiled as a finished applying it, thinking of the last time my boyfriend came over, and how it left a red circle at the bottom of his manhood. I brush my shoulder length blonde hair, and throw it into pony talks to complete the outfit. I stand up, admiring my body, then grabbing my nipples between my fingers I pinch them hard and twist, making pain and pleasure shoot up my body, and making my nipples stand out just right.
DING, DING.