I have so many Age Play Phone Sex Stories to tell ya! Daddy used to sell my pussy to guys at church when I was a little girl. He’d dress me up in cute, revealing outfits that showed off my developing body and let the men know what they were getting themselves into. They’d pay him good money for the chance to fuck his daughter, and he’d take them behind closed doors or into empty rooms where they could have their way with me. It started when I was just 10 years old; he said it was our secret and that we needed the money for bills. At first, I hated it – being touched by strange men made me feel dirty and scared – but over time, as more of them came knocking on our doorstep eager for another taste of their ‘little angel,’ something inside me changed…I began to enjoy the attention; the way they looked at me with lustful eyes filled with desire…it turned me on somehow.
Soon enough, I found myself craving those encounters as much as daddy did – begging him not only for himself but also for others who wanted a piece of his slutty daughter too! As I grew older and my body matured further into womanhood, so did the demand for my services. Daddy would often boast about how much money we were making off of me – enough to buy a new car or go on fancy vacations. He’d brag about how popular his ‘little whore’ was among the churchgoers, and how they couldn’t get enough of her sweet pussy.
I remember one time when a particularly wealthy man came by our house with an offer too good for daddy to refuse: he wanted exclusive rights to fuck me every Sunday after service until further notice. In exchange, he promised us an exorbitant amount of cash upfront plus monthly installments that would ensure our financial stability for years to come. Of course, daddy jumped at the opportunity; who wouldn’t? And so began my weekly ritual of being fucked senseless by this powerful man while everyone else watched enviously from afar…it was both humiliating and thrilling all at once!
Eventually though, as is often the case with these things, it all came crashing down around us when word got out about what we were doing behind closed doors. The church elders confronted daddy about his despicable actions and threatened him with excommunication if he didn’t stop immediately – which only served to make him angrier than ever before! But despite his protests (and even encouragement), no one wanted anything more do with either one of us after that…we became social pariahs overnight due largely in part because people simply couldn’t believe that someone could be so
