I don't have to be pure for a husband. I'm a whore, Daddy! Use me!”My words ignited such a fire in him. I groaned as he drew back his dick and then ...ammed so hard into my pussy. My cunt drank in the friction of his dick pumping in and out of me. He plowed my cunt with such power, such strength. Jalal had fucked me like a jackrabbit, just so eager to be in my cunt. But Daddy... He fucked me like a wolf taking his bitch, squeezing out every drop of pleasure for the both of us to enjoy.His strokes. I danced in my knickers and bra feeling very liberated, but then I was told to carry on. I felt quite shy now, but by now I was already half way, I thought what the hell, I turned my back and slipped off my bra, then faced them hands over my boobs, then danced some more, I was told to move my hands, I dropped my hands showing my boobs to the strangers I felt very nervous, my tits bounced as I danced, I kept covering them but got used to showing, then I slipped down my knickers, I first danced. My Mom suggested that I wear my sisters prom dress and ask my brothers friend G. from college to take me. “Mom.I dont wear a dress and I aint no gay”Mom “I know butt I bet you can have alot of fun..Beats sitting home alone playing video games. Beats watching TG porn which I found on your computer.”“Mom”Mom was so right.I always liked my long hair and made it look girly at times.I thought it over for a few days and told her. I turned my head a little and stopped talking, just enjoying how close she was to me. Before I knew what was happening, her lips had met mine and mine were responding with more confidence than I knew I had. She pulled me to my feet and over to the bed that was in the studio (the bed for the happy sleeping couple shots) and I turned her so that she sat on the edge of it. I knelt before her, removed the first of her high heels and kissed from the foot of the revealed leg as high up as I could.