Daddy first discovered my secret just a few months after my eighteenth birthday.
The day he came home from work early, I didn't hear him wearily creak open the front door. I didn't hear him stumble up the stairs to our bedrooms, and I didn't hear his feet tread up to my bedroom door. I didn't hear him pause at the top of the stairs, wondering what the rhythmic creaking was, listening to the murmur of male voices, muted, trying to make out what they were saying. I didn't hear him crack open my door, brushing aside the little pink sign that says 'Kylie's Room!' written in glitter to turn the doorknob, didn't notice the door open just an inch, didn't see his eyes adjust to the bright light of my bedroom. Didn't hear his breath catch at the scene that played out before him...
I was on my back, splayed out on my pink and white bed. I was gripping the heart-covered sheets with my little fingers, nails all painted with rhinestones, one hand clutching a white teddy bear that daddy gave me when I started high school. 'My little angel' its chest read in silver thread. My blonde hair-- naturally blonde, but daddy had cheerfully paid for highlighting since I had started to pay attention to fashion like the other girls in my class-- swept across the lacy pillow below my head. My white, slender neck stretched out, my throat working as I gulped frantically.
Daddy's heart must have dropped to his stomach when he saw my clothes. They were unlike anything daddy had ever seen me wear. For daddy, I wore flowered sundresses, pink cotton tops, denim shorts, white socks, mary janes, sneakers, feminine baseball caps, headbands and hair clips and little things he bought me at the mall.
The day daddy came home from work early, I was wearing plastic black sandals, raised obscenely high on four inch platforms in front and eight inch heels in back. So hard to walk in, but it hardly mattered, because my feet were high in the air when daddy saw me, bobbing up and down as he drew is breath in horror. I was wearing a red patent leather microskirt, so short it barely covered me, pulled almost completely inside out above my hips. Daddy could barely tell that I was wearing anything at all from his dark doorway. There was a body blocking his view, a large, dark man, more than ten years my senior, strongly muscled and shirtless. He was between my legs, humping and grunting, groaning 'fuck... fuck...', and a loud slapping noise greeted daddy's ears as he gripped the door frame, feeling his chest tighten as his hand gripped the door, frozen.
The stranger's dark hands were gripping my tender, white thighs, spreading them wide, holding my legs up as his naked ass thrust forward.
Other men were draped around the room, fully dressed but casually stroking their penises. They sprawled out on my wooden furniture, white and trimmed in gold, bought for me when I was younger, right after mommy had left both of us. 'You're my Princess now, sweetie,' he'd whispered gently in my ear when he showed me my room for the first time. I had outgrown it, but I kept the furniture because I knew how hard daddy had worked to be able to afford it all. One of the men was resting against the vanity that held my mirror and brush, gripping his black, veiny cock firmly in one hand. The other sat on the floor, resting against a pink beanbag, half curled up and jerking himself with a glazed look in his eyes.
Two more men stood above me, obscuring my face from daddy's vision. One of them had his full weight on my bed, straining the delicate piece of furniture. His jeans and jock strap were in a heap on my floor. His naked, dark ass hovered in front of my face, hiding my tiny lips, small nose, and wide, blue eyes from daddy. Daddy couldn't see the neon red lipstick he would never dream his little girl would wear smeared across my mouth. He couldn't see the thick black mascara running down my face as tears pushed out of my eyes. He could only see the man straddling his little girl's face, pushing his monstrous cock deep into my mouth, he could only hear the gagging and choking coming from my mouth, barely recognizable as his daughter's voice, as the horrifically thick cock pushed deep, deep into my throat.
The second man was standing right next to the bed, jerking furiously, mumbling 'little whore' and sweating, before his patience broke. He stumbled forward, clamboring up on my little body, as daddy twitched reflexively to save me. He ripped off my translucent white shirt, tied up to show my navel (pierced... daddy didn't even know!), to show my red plastic push-up bra. I wanted to unclasp the bra to help him, but the man face-fucking me raised my hands up above my head and gripped them both in one hand, holding my head firmly with the other hand, cock filling my whole mouth. I could taste and smell nothing but the musk of his cock, and his pubic hair tickled my nose and chin. Drool was running in rivulets out of both sides of my mouth, and my jaw was aching.
With a grunt, my cheap plastic bra snapped open, spilling my tits out. Daddy had always worried they were too big for my slender little body, would draw too much attention from boys. I always tried to wear conservative bras and layer my shirts to avoid making daddy nervous at school-- not that it did any good. Boys noticed anyway. A boy at the bus stop had openly grabbed my breasts this morning, and I had surprised him by taking him before a garbage can and sucking him off, even letting him film it on his phone so long as he promised not to show anyone.
Now the man straddled my chest, making my bed groan dangerously, and roughly grabbed handfuls of my tits, tweaking my pink, pierced nipples, rubbing them between his thumb and fingers while he spat on my breasts noisily. Once even saliva coated my breasts, he rubbed his cock between them, fondling them so roughly tears poured from my eyes, making tracks in my mascara.
The three men fucked me, spreading my legs and lips wide, rubbing their cocks in my most innocent, treasured places. Eventually the man titfucking me grunted and gripped my tender breasts together so hard it hurt. I could feel his cock twitching, hot, in my tits, and then feel rope after rope of cum shoot onto my breasts and navel, dripping down my big, pillowy breasts, splattering my nipple piercings and running down my stomach. My breasts were covered, and when he let go of them they flopped down, droplets of cum running down their swollen sides. 'FUCK,' muttered the man whose cock was in my mouth, looking back at his friend spending himself on my breasts. Without warning, he let go of my hands, grabbed my face, and held my head to the base of his cock. The head of his cock plunged deep down my throat, widening it open so much a pronounced bulge showed on the outside of my white, pale throat. Daddy watched, beyond the shadow of the door, gripping his cock as the man spewed down my throat and into my belly. I gagged and choked, cried and squirmed, gasping to breathe, before the man pulled out and shot one last spray of cum over my lips and face. I groaned and gasped as I struggled for air, my voice hoarse and alien, drool and cum torrenting down my chin. 'Uhhh hah, hah... hah...' I gasped, swallowing what I could and letting the rest drool out of my mouth. His cock was wiped on my face, and I had to tightly squeeze my eyelids shut to avoid getting cum in my eyes. It clung to my eyelashes when I opened them again, dripping down my face like mascara. The facefucker sighed in satisfaction, wiping his cock on my tits, then casually tagged in the man in front of the mirror. 'Your turn, man,' he murmured in a low voice.
The man in front of the mirror stood up, and glancing toward him I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My lithe torso was completely covered by spunk. My breasts were red and covered in dripping semen. My legs and feet bobbed helplessly in the air while the man fucking my pussy rutted me. I looked like a drug-addicted teenage prostitute, not the sweet little girl daddy had raised... Another tear rolled out of my eye, mixing with cum.
Finally, the man by the mirror moved. He shifted me so I was partially sitting up, my arms now raised above my head. I let my body go limp and obediently obeyed their movements, still being filled. I had had many, many cocks inside of me by now, but this one was spreading me so wide I had to concentrate on it to avoid screaming every time he thrust. Now the cock drove even deeper into me as my weight shifted and I let out a moan. The man fucking my pussy chuckled and squeezed my ass affectionately.
I felt warm, big hands caress my stomach, fondling my mound and playing with the cum his friend had deposited on my body. My asscheeks spread as the man guided his cock toward my asshole, using his friend's cum to lubricate his fingers as he spread my butthole first with one finger, then two. 'This fucking whore's ass is so easy' he laughed. I was impaled on the cock in my pussy now, my ass wide open before the other man. He leaned forward, cupping my abused breasts and squeezing them as the head of his enormous cock moved inside my ass, inch by inch. I could feel the two cocks rub up against each other inside of me, so big I thought my body wouldn't be able to take one, let alone both. I moved my arms to hug the man in front of me, glancing up at the mirror, watching the both of the men fuck me. I was straddling the man in front limply while the man behind me held me and moved his hips to fuck my ass, moving me up and down on the front man's cock like a pale little cocksleeve. My skirt was inside out above my hips now, the black thong I had been wearing torn and soiled.
They worked up a rhythm, fucking me first in the ass then in the pussy, faster and faster.
Dimly noticing a light as my eyes rolled upward, I turned my head weakly to notice that the man who had cum on my tits had his phone out and was filming his friends rail me. He moved his phone slowly up and down to show every detail of my petite body, switching the phone to selfie mode to show my own face, a whorish mess of black mascara, red lipstick, and yellow-white cum. 'You like that whore?' he asked,' moving the camera down to film my tits, my stomach, and my pussy and ass getting pounded.
'Uhmmm-hm' I moan, looking at the ceiling, almost weak enough to pass out.
'Say you like it, bitch,' he commanded.
'....like it...' I whispered, my throat and jaw sore and aching. As I spoke, cum dripped down my throat, making me cough.
'Do you fucking like it or not, you dumb slut?' Said the man spreading my asshole, moving firmly inside.
'Liiiike it,' I managed, needing to please them, 'like it... like it... oh, daddy, daddy...'
Daddy jumped behind the doorway, his pants unzipped, furiously stroking as he watched his little girl get gangbanged.
