Hi guys! So glad you liked hearing about how much my Daddy loves me! I'm told you want to hear more details about my life, and I'm only too happy to help. I'm thinking I should start by telling you all the story of my first ever preteen modeling shoot. Here goes!

I always knew my Daddy thought I was pretty. He never neglected to tell me how cute I was, or how hard my round little bubble-butt made his fat Daddycock. He'd tell me how my pouty lips were unfairly sexy, and made innocent adults into slavering pedophiles in seconds. He always feels the need to check and see if my skin is still as soft and smooth as buttered silk, and my lil preteen slit is as hairless as the day I was born. So I've always known my Daddy thought I was a hot little fuck, that's for sure.

Still, for a growing girl of 5, Daddy's opinion isn't the only one that counts. Y'see, I have this really hot teacher at school, Mr Samson. He's like 65 or something like that, with short grey hair, balding, kinda chubby. He sorta looks like he had a real rough life too. Me, I'm the kinda preteen that gets wet over gnarly old men. Especially when they're as grumpy and mean as Mr. Samson. Plus, he dressed in old man clothes, and in his high waisted pants and what could only be boxer shorts beneath, it was real easy for a little cumhungry tramp like myself to see he was packing major heat, if you follow me...

Thing was though, I couldn't get him to molest me. Not once! I'd been trying two months straight! I'd flashed my panties, from cotton girly prints to see-thru whorish g-strings. I'd flashed my bare-bald babyslot every way I knew men liked it, from demure and closed to puffy, red and drooling girlslime. I sat in his lap every chance I got and lapdanced as much as I could get away with, and his gnarly old hands never left my waist! It really shook the fuck outta my confidence!

Daddy kept trying to make me feel better, but I knew that all Daddies, even the ones too stupid to molest their daughters, just had to tell their little girls they were pretty. I even started losing interest in gangbangs! I think that's when daddy realised this was serious.

One morning Daddy asked me if, just maybe, getting emails from nasty perverts all over the world, telling me how rape-ready my hot little body made them might help my mood? I ran over and rammed my little wide wet tongue down his throat while grinding my naked booty in his lap! Daddy had worked out how to make me feel better! Daddy is the best! "But how're all those men gonna see me Daddy?" I asked, because while I trusted my Daddy and his sick perverted genius, I wanted details, dammit!

"Simple, you little cunt," replied Daddy amiably, "I'm gonna get you on a preteen modeling website. That way we make money and the comments will just pour in!"

"But Daddy," I asked, "aren't all those sites, non-nude? How the fuck are these pedo perverts gonna tell me my hairless little preteen pussy makes their rods twitch if they can't see my nasty little fuckbox?"

Daddy looked sternly at me, and slapped me across my face as hard as he could. I giggled and squirmed on his cock, tasting blood in my mouth. "Watch the cheeky backtalk, bitch," muttered Daddy, before he leaned in to taste my blood and my pain, "In any case, I found one that has multiple levels of membership, from vanilla sweetness to gangbang glory. You'll be a sweet angel next door, an unknowingly teasing little tart, a hot little naked preteen wankbunny and a hardcore pornoslut, and getting judged by perverts on every single picture!"

"Oh Daddy! That's so fuckin hot! Just thinkin' 'bout it is makin me drool all over your naked rapepole! How soon can I start?"

"Saturday morning," said Daddy, "So in three days. But the photographer insisted I don't molest you for at least 2 days prior."

"So does that mean you can rape the fuckin shit outta me now Daddy?" I asked in my bestest Perky-little-angel-baby voice.

"Too fucking right my little cumslut!" yelled Daddy joyfully, as he pushed me out of his lap onto my knees, and started playfully beating his 9 1/2" fuckrod across my tiny smooth little cheeks, as I greedily tried in vain to lick the fat head into my hungry mouth.

Daddy giggled at my sweet attempts to get facefucked, and we played like that a while more before he used his commanding voice to order: "Open!" I stopped giggling, knelt down low, opened my baby-blue eyes wide, staring deep into his cold, ice blue eyes. After delaying just a little longer than I should (anger maked a rapist fuck harder, ya know?) I parted my sweet bee-stung lips slowly and extended my wide pink tongue, till it was all the way out and my jaw was partially unhinged.

Slowly, patiently, Daddy fed his nasty smelly rapeflesh down my little tight throat. I teased him once more by holding the sphincter at the top of my stomach closed for a little bit before letting it relax just enough for it to grip his head like a crack-addled Boa Constrictor. During the ensuing 45-minute facefucking, I only gagged 10 times, and managed to only pass out 5 times, both personal records. At the end of all of that, Daddy allowed me to get battered with his thick, clumpy incest jizz, but only one balls worth. He told me, as I gasped for air after the gooey onslaught, he had to save the other one for after school, to make me feel better if Mr. Samson still hadn't cracked and molested me.

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Phew! After remembering and writing all of that, I'm sittin in a fuckin puddle of preteen fuckslime! I think I'll need a break to slap my little babyclitty with a fuckin belt... Guess I'll get to my first shoot in the next chapter guys! Please, don't forget to tell me how you like my story!

Love,
Nikki