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Submissive Whore for Daddy Still

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I love being a submissive whore.  I got a text that told me to dress up in a specific outfit and be at this fancy hotel downtown. I figured it was my boss. My number is not known by many. I did as I was told. I didn’t recognize the number. When I looked up the phone number, it came back as unknown. My curiosity was piqued. I arrived on time in the outfit I was told to wear and waited.  I waited for awhile before a handsome stranger bought me a drink. I thought he might have been my texter, but I didn’t know him. As I was chit chatting with the handsome stranger, a guy pulled my hair from behind. He dragged me out of the bar kicking and screaming. No one stopped him. He shoved me in an elevator. It was then I saw him. I almost threw up. It was daddy. He was an old man now. I had not seen him since I left home at 18. My last name is different now. I was surprised he found me. I guess it was my fault he did. I did one of those DNA kits. He had done one too, so it revealed what state I lived in and searched all Bernices in the state. He said he had been looking for me for years. Once we were in his hotel room, he told me we had unfinished business. He was strong and mean, just like I remembered, even though he is in his 60s now. He was out for revenge for me running away. He force fucked me all night. He made his anal rape phone sex fantasies cum true by prolapsing my ass. It was a night of revenge fucking. He said I can’t fuck anyone else because I have always belonged to daddy. My boss has competition. Hopefully, he can just buy daddy off because I can’t live with him again. He is the meanest son of a bitch I have ever known.


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