By the time I heard His key in the door I was already in position. The same position I was always in at 5:30 in the evening, on my knees just inside the front door. I was proud of myself that I had never missed a day, although my life wouldn't have been worth living if I ever did. No matter what I had been doing, when 5:15pm rolled around, I dropped whatever it was and ran to check my makeup and smooth out whatever slutty outfit I was in that day. I would take my position on the floor, on my knees, sitting like a dutiful puppy waiting for her Master. Chin up, hungry mouth open, eyes wide and sparkling with anticipation. I loved the routine.
His key unlocked the door and it was pushed open, and there He was, in all His glory. I loved Him in a suit; I loved Him in anything but in one of His tailored suits He was the pinnacle of masculine sexiness. I felt that familiar throb inside me, I couldn't wait to pleasure Him. He stepped over the polished wooden threshold and before He had even finished closing the door behind Him, He unzipped His fly and His huge, rapidly hardening cock flopped out in front of my face.
Without a word He grabbed a fistful of my platinum hair and used it to force His giant cock straight down my throat. I felt a swell of pride as it slipped straight down and I barely gagged at all. His repeated throat fuckings had punished my throat into accepting whatever was pushed down it. He held it down my throat for a while and let out a contended, end of the day sigh. I sat, dutifully, unable to breathe from the blockage until He pulled His now glistening cock out. I took the opportunity to gasp a few breaths of air before what I knew was about to come.
He began to plunge His cock in and out of my face. In until His balls slapped my chin, out until I could almost take a breath. He let go of my hair and took a step forward to hook His legs over my shoulders and place His feet behind me with His cock in my throat. As He thrust His hips, it took all my core strength to stay upright as he violated my face. On and on it went until I thought I would pass out. He was about to cum. He slapped the back of my head repeatedly until my vision went blurry and then His hands returned to holding my hair, holding my head down on his cock while He pumped His cum down my throat into my tummy. I couldn't taste it, since the end of His cock was somewhere in my neck.
When He finished cumming, he simply walked forward, forcing me backwards, His cock bent down as he stepped over me, until it slipped out of my mouth and flicked the end of my nose. Without saying a word, He reached behind Himself for my hair and used it to drag me through the house, up the stairs to the beautifully appointed, ultra-modern ensuite bathroom. My heels clicked and clattered on the floor as I struggled to get to my feet, but to no avail. He threw me into the shower and turned it on. Freezing water cascaded over my body. My nipples had already been hard from arousal, but the cold water made them as hard as diamonds.
"Clean yourself up, Babygirl," He said. "You have a date tonight."
As I showered, I thought about the evening to come. I knew who the date was with, the back-alley surgeon who had bolted on my new tits. I caressed my giant, pornstar boobs as I remembered the surgery. Daddy had decided that He wanted me to have huge tits and so I got them, it wasn't my decision, but I loved it. I could barely remember the slightly flabby pecs I had before He changed me. He had promised the surgeon a night with me as part of the payment. I don't know what the surgeon charged but I knew He could easily afford the whole thing in cash; He just wanted me to get used.
I left the bathroom and saw, hanging up on the closet door, the tiniest, body con little black dress I have ever seen. As soon as I saw it, I knew it would barely cover my ass and my tits would look jaw-dropping. On the floor underneath it there was a pair of extremely high stilettos I can only describe as stripper heels. A note was clipped to the hanger, it read: "I am out for the evening. Your date will arrive at 8pm. Be ready, be slutty, be you. Daddy."
I dressed and put my makeup on, plenty of contour, lip gloss and eye shadow. I looked every bit the sultry whore. My dress hugged my figure perfectly. I knew He had my outfits made for me, He had to, they always fit so perfectly. As I predicted, my ass was millimetres from hanging out and my tits looked so perfect.
It wasn't long until my date would arrive, so I watched some TV. I was nervous for the evening despite being used by men so many times before. This was a man who was clearly comfortable with the sight of blood and not concerned with ethics, or hygiene for that matter.
I absent-mindedly flicked through channels until I heard the doorbell. I walked to the front door preparing myself. My hips always swayed when I walked now, to show off my booty and I had become adept at walking in heels of any height.
