I moan loudly as I obey and pain shoots from my breasts while an unspeakable pleasure spreads through me. Whose little painslut are you? Daddy says, h...s voice low and almost growling. I am, Daddy. My voice sounds high and breathy, the sensations shooting through my body clouding my thoughts and making me feel mad with lust and pleasure. Daddy makes me pull and twist my nipples until they burn like fire, sending intense pulses of desire through my body with even the slightest touch. Are you. Brent and Robert each live about a quarter mile away, but not in the same direction. Then there’s Aaron, who lives on the other side of town, but always comes over when invited.I wanted to have a little fun. Some fun that involved my friends. I had a game that I wanted to play. It was a mental exercise for my friends. It would be fun to find out their answers the the question of the evening. It was one we’d played many times over the years.“What is the game,” you ask?The game is “What would you. " Oh Daddy, I've wanted you since I arrived. I thought I was a nasty slut for thinking such things about my own father. I just keep thinking my adopted father is my dad, so you're not." "Baby, that's okay. You are not a slut or nasty, you're a woman who desires a man you just met." He slipped his hands down to her hips, holding her still. He ached for her, but he wanted to savor this. Hell, his family was just two floors up, sleeping. He stood and slid her panties off. She had a tiny patch of. She had chosen a parking spot in the back left corner making sure that her car would be hidden from any potential witnesses, not that she had expected any but every precaution would be taken anyway. As she walked to the front door she noticed that she was getting second, even third looks from most if not all the men she had passed. She knew she must be looking like a call girl, a stripper, an exotic dancer, or some other worker in the sex industry but she wanted it like that. Murder was not.