I am a 25-year-old stripper, prostitute and web cam whore. I have been slutty for as long as I can remember. Cindy Carson is the name my father gave to me. Everyone knows me as the perverted slut CC, it means Candy Cunt.

My mother died while giving birth to me. Phil, my dad never blamed me for the loss of his wife, in fact, we became very close; very close indeed.

I don't remember when daddy started molesting me, but I'm sure I was very young. I have loved getting my pussy played with for as long as I can remember, so I was a little devastated when daddy told me we couldn't play like that anymore. I remember him telling me when I was five years old right after I'd sucked a big load from his cock that it was bad for a man to touch little girls like that, and we shouldn't do it anymore, blah, blah, blah. The truth is daddy found himself another slut to play with.

Sandy was a hot 20 year old that daddy met at the strip club he liked to frequent. After a month of fucking her daddy must've thought she'd be his new regular pussy and dumped me. That's when the talk about good touch bad touch started. I was not stupid, I knew daddy was being a big hypocrite, even though I didn't know that word at the time. I convinced daddy that I needed sex just like he did so he bought me a dildo and vibrator to keep me quiet and thought that would be the end of it.

We went back to a normal existence for a while, well, as normal as you can be with a woman who is a stripper living in the house. I loved watching her get dressed for work. It was right before I had to go to bed and it always got me worked up watching her dress in her slutty stripper uniforms. I always had a good masturbation session after she left for work.

When I was almost nine years old I couldn't take it anymore, I needed some real cock again. I had been surfing the Internet for porn when I came across some stories about a park near to my house. Daddy was still being a hypocrite. When he caught me checking out porn sites, he would tell me, good girls don't do that, blah, blah, blah. All the while he's pounding a 23-year-old stripper in his room, telling her to take it like the whore she is; I liked to press my ear against daddies door and listen to them fuck. I knew whatever I did was going to have to be secret.

No one bothered me in my room after I went to bed, I think it's because daddy knew I masturbated and felt guilty, or ashamed, or who knows, those are his hangups. I climbed out my window onto a small balcony that has lattice that can be climbed. Getting in and out was going to be easy enough, now on to the hard part, finding a cock that doesn't mind fucking young pussy.

I had to take a bus to get to the park. It was definitely a dark dingy place with graffiti everywhere. The picnic tables and benches were all made of concrete just like the small restroom cubicle in the middle of the park; I guess so no one could steal anything. There was a young girl 15 or 16 standing under a small light by the bathroom cubicle. The cubicle was covered in graffiti, but I noticed 'Slut Store' spray-painted across the top near where the girl was standing. It didn't take long for some random guy looking for pussy to pick her up. I may have been only eight years old but I was not stupid, I knew she was a prostitute and he was paying for sex. I learned a lot about being slutty from the internet.

I wasn't sure what to do next. I had a backpack with a pretty slutty hooker uniform inside and was looking for a place to change clothes. I had a pair of shorts that I grew out of a couple years ago that I cut even shorter, a pair of thigh high black stockings that I stole from Sandy; only when she wears them they go to her knees. The T-shirt was plain white and it was also a couple sizes too small. When I checked myself out in the mirror before I left, the slut uniform looked good and I couldn't wait for my turn in front of the Slut Store.

When there was no one around I ran into the small bathroom cubicle. I locked the door and looked around. I loved what I saw, graffiti everywhere, slutty graffiti. There was a crude drawing of a girl with her legs spread. Lots of names, like Mary Sucks good cock, or Roxanne likes it in the ass. What caught my eye was, Dixie is here Friday night's and she's only 11. Well, I hope if they like 11-year-olds they'll like eight-year-olds.

After I dressed in my slutty uniform and checked myself out in the distorted stainless steel mirror I could feel myself getting wet. I opened the door and stepped out into the light. I couldn't see anybody around but I had a feeling they could see me. It didn't take long for two guys to approach. I was leaning against the cubicle underneath the small light just like the slut before me was. I think I looked hot, I was getting excited standing there and started touching myself sensually. If those two guys hadn't walked up I would have began stroking my pussy.

"Wow, I can't believe it, look at this little slut Ed. Are you here to suck and fuck nasty old men like us baby?" Said the older good-looking guy checking me out. I couldn't believe my luck, I had been standing here for 2 min. when these two perverts walked up.

"Of course I am mister. I heard this was a pretty good place for a hot little girl like me to find cock." I wasn't lying, but I don't think they knew that.

"So where is your pimp daddy?" Said the older guy looking around. "He must be around here someplace."

"Yeah he's around someplace keeping an eye on me." I remember reading online that pimps were used for protection, so I went with it.

"So, do you have a motel room across the street, or what." The older guy did the talking again. His younger companion stared at me licking his lips and rubbing his crotch. These must be the bad men daddy talked about. This guy looked like he wanted to throw me down and rape me, I couldn't wait.

"No, pimp daddy wants me to do it in the bathroom, since this is the first time at this park." I lied convincingly.

"Okay, how much does, pimp daddy want for that pussy; oh and a blow job?" Said the older guy after the younger one whispered in his ear.

"$20 for my pussy and $10 for a blow job." I said unsure of what my pussy was worth. The two fuckers looked at each other with surprise, I thought fast. "That's because my master is punishing me, and, making me give the pussy away cheap." I got that from a master slave story I read online, it worked.

The two perverts handed me the money and rushed me into the tiny bathroom. It only had one toilet, one urinal and a small sink, three people barely fit. They wasted no time in pulling my shirt off and my shorts down. My hooker outfit ended up on the dirty floor, they didn't care about me they just wanted my pussy. I anticipated this so much my pussy was wet and ready. The old man's cock slipped in without too much trouble. The young guy in front of me finally spoke.

"You like that cock, don't you slut." Said the young pervert as he caressed my face while his cock entered my mouth. I nodded in agreement since I couldn't say anything. He took this to mean he could be more aggressive.

"I know you like cock, you're just a horny little slut, you can't help yourself, you need this cock." Said the younger pervert shoving his cock a little deeper down my throat. I had sucked daddy's cock before but had never been throat fucked. The words this guy was using were exactly right and therefore turning me on.

When I glanced into the distorted mirror and saw myself acting like a whore I went into orgasm overload, all of the kinky pictures, stories and videos of fucking I've been watching, made me realize I could make my dreams come true. My convulsions made the two guys fucking me blow two huge loads into my fuck holes. The younger cock was shoved deep down my throat, I felt his warm load running down into my stomach but I couldn't breathe, this made my orgasm more intense somehow. The older guy pounded his cock into my eight-year-old fuck hole so hard I knew I would be sore the next day.

"Okay slut that was great, maybe we'll see you here again sometime?" Said the older guy ushering the younger one out the door. I laid on the ground still tingling from my orgasm. When I felt my strength come back I wanted to do it again. I picked up my clothes which were a dirty mess and was about to put them on when the bathroom door open and a new pervert walked in.

This guy was small and mousy with thick glasses. He looked at me the same way the younger guy that fucked my throat a few minutes before, did. I realized some guys really like young cunt.

"The price is 50 bucks, you can do anything you want, but remember my pimp is nearby and he'll kill anybody that hurts me." I said with more confidence now that I'm a professional slut. I threw my clothes in the sink and bent over giving him a good view of my just fucked pussy.

This guy was more gentle than the last two and he came quick. It seemed like he didn't get three strokes before he was blowing his load.

"Thank you, thank you so much, you're so beautiful, thank you." He went on and on. Kind of sappy I thought, but it still turned me on to know that I got him off so quickly. I started thinking that I might need an adult to be my pimp, and a guy I could control would be better for me.

"Hey mister, how would you like to have a free fuck next time we meet? I just need someone to rent me a hotel room, I heard there was one nearby."

"Well, it costs $100 to rent one of those motel rooms, so how about one hour to do anything I want with you before you start hooking? Do you think your pimp would be okay with that." The guy said nervously. I can tell he really wanted me to take that deal.

"Okay mister, you got a deal. I said holding out my dirty hand to shake on it. I remember thinking how fun that park was going to be; little did I know how much that park would have an impact on my young slutty life.

At first I only went to the park once a week, my little body needed time to recover after a night of fucking. Stephen, my new friend would rent me a motel room in this rundown place right across from the park. Ever since the highway was built this road just doesn't have the traffic it used to, so the motel has become a hooker hangout. The guy at the front desk doesn't ask too many questions and I make sure he never sees me. We always rent a room furthest away from the office, which happens to be closer to the park, so it works out good for me.

My slutty uniforms got more bold. My favorite was a tight white T-shirt cut off above my belly button, it had 'Slut' embroidered across my flat chest. The skirt was a pleated white tennis skirt that was so short it was only 4 inches. I had to wear it so low on my hips it made my G string clearly visible on top while barely covering my crotch and the globes of my ass were clearly visible. A cute pair of high heel sneakers and thin white knee stockings finished my slutty appearance.

It didn't take long for me to get a following of regular fuckers. They knew what time I would be at the park flaunting. They loved watching me prance around in my slutty outfit's. I also became very good at talking dirty, the guys seem to love when a hot preteen talks like a seasoned hooker.

Sometimes I feel like a dirty slut, so I'll fuck in the parks dirty bathroom and use the motel room as a place to clean up in between fuck sessions. I make sure to wear disposable slut clothes on the night I feel like being used, usually a man's small wife beater undershirt. I wear a belt around my waist and it becomes an instant minidress. I'll cut small holes in the brand-new undershirts to make it easier to rip them from my body. The fuckers at the park know when I'm dressed like this I want it rough. I like the challenge of crossing the road to the safety of the motel room, wearing a shredded hooker outfit and covered in gobs of man juice.

After about a year of sucking and fucking only about once or twice a month my body suddenly wanted more. I think I was getting used to all the cock, and puberty was kicking in, so it took my body less time to recover. Once a month quickly turned to once a week. By the time I was 10 1/2 years old I was going to the park three times a week. That's when I met Anthony.

Anthony was a young good looking black man that was the pimp for some of the girls that worked the park. I'd seen him once or twice, I'd hoped he was a customer looking for little girl pussy. Sadly he never approached me until that faithful day.

"Hey baby, I've been watching you for a while, your smokin hot. I can see you really love this shit. I think you and I should talk business." Anthony said with confidence while checking me out.

"Hell yeah I love this shit, and what do you mean about business?" I said with curiosity while checking Anthony out.

"Well, I know you don't charge nearly enough for that fine pussy, so I guess you're down here looking for dick. And I was fine with that until you started showing up three days a week. Now you're digging into my profits. You usually take four fuckers a day, times three days a week, that's 12 fuckers a week and that's a lot of money for me, so I think we need to work something out." He said calmly.

I had a concerned look on my face, I was genuinely sad that I had hurt his business. "Sure mister, what do you have in mind." I noticed Anthony develop a big shit eating grin. Something in the back of my mind told me he was going to make a lot of money off of me, but I didn't care as long as I was getting plenty of cock.

"Well baby, from now on when you work in the park I get $200 and you keep whatever else you make. Plus I could probably set you up with a party, if you want, you can make $500 plus tips, if you can handle it?" Said Anthony with a look of wondering. I have a feeling these parties is where he makes a lot of money.

The money sounded great, but I didn't really care about that. I had plenty of money. What other ten-year old earns $300-$400 a week. I just wanted to know if there were plenty of cocks. "What do you do at these parties?" I asked hoping I could live out some fantasies.

"Well, gang bangs are usually 15 guys are more. I know a few rich guys that are a little kinky and are into whips and bondage, things like that. You don't have to do that stuff if you don't want to." Said Anthony probably hoping he hadn't scared me. What he didn't know is those are some of my hottest fantasies. Only when I dream about gang bangs, it's usually 100 guys are more.

"Fuck yeah mister, that sounds great, when can we do a gang bang? I'm ready to go right now." I said with excitement. I could see the look in Anthony's eye, he knew he had a gold mine.

For the next year I had realized so many fantasies. The first gang bang Anthony set up was five big cocked black guys. When I told Anthony how much I loved it the gang bangs got bigger. I was taking cock in my ass by then, so double penetration became one of my favorite things to do. My little tities started to grow and I began wearing tighter T-shirts to show them off. Anthony began buying me sluttier hooker clothes. The rich guy with the dungeon was always excited to see me. Sure I would go home with whip marks on my ass and tities, but I loved it.

I told Anthony about my fantasy of doing 100 guys at one time. He said it would put me out of commission for too long and he would be able to charge that much for each guy, because I would be so sloppy. Sometimes he's all business, boring. He did arrange 25 guys one time, he was right I was pretty worn out. When I checked out myself in the mirror I wished I could go home looking like that so my daddy could see what a slut I turned out to be, one day when I'm older maybe.

A little after my 12th birthday the inevitable happened, daddy showed up at the park looking for pussy. He had recently broke up with his longtime girlfriend Sandy. He'd gone through a few more strippers, but none of them seem to be around for very long. I understand my daddy's addiction to pussy, it's just like my addiction to cock. I suppose in the back of my mind I knew he would eventually find hooker park.

I had just finished with one of my regulars, speedy Gonzales. That's not his name, I just call him that because he's quick in the sack and Hispanic. I saw daddy walking towards the motel with Roxanne a hot 19 year old with big tits. I was nervous and excited at the same time. I decided to pick up a new trick quickly and take him back to my room. My room was right next to Roxanne's room and I wanted to hear daddy fucking.

"Hey guys, looking for some pussy? I've got the hottest 12-year-old pussy here. Come on let's go, I'm horny I'll give you a two-for-one special, come on." I said lifting my skirt and showing off my puffy well used little cunt and then grabbing their hands and pulling them towards the motel room.

"Oh hell yeah. This is the hottie I was telling you about, she sucks and fucks dick like her life depends on it. Oh Ted, you're in for a real treat with this slut." I guess I'd fucked this guy before. It makes me feel slutty when I can't remember a guy that I've let between my legs before, I love that feeling. Now I'm going to spy on my father fucking another whore, I could feel my pussy getting moist.

We entered my motel room and I immediately pressed my ear against the wall. The walls are thin so I could hear daddy fucking Roxanne.

"That's it baby ride my cock. Take it like the professional slut you are. Oh yeah just like that whore, fuck it, fuck it hard." Daddy always likes talking dirty when he fucks. I wish he would've talked to me like that when we were fucking seven years ago.

"I told you she was hot." Said the guy I had apparently fucked before. I suddenly realized how slutty I must've looked with my ear pressed against the wall and my fingers busy in my pussy.

"Okay fellas, that's my friend Roxanne next door being a little slut. We need to show them that we can be louder and more slutty, are you with me?" I said quickly stripping out of my clothes and jumping on the bed with my ass in the air in a provocative come fuck me pose.

For the next 30 min. those two guys pounded my holes from every direction. We were screaming all sorts of obscenities, making sure to be loud. I begged them to give me a double penetration, again making sure I was loud enough for daddy to hear me through the thin walls. When they were ready to shoot their loads I made sure they covered my face. A minute after they left I decided to step out the front door of the motel room.

It's been a long time fantasy for my daddy to see me acting like the slut he created, I'm just not sure how he'll take it. I stepped outside completely naked, covered in sweat with cum dripping from my face.

Roxanne was sitting outside her motel room door smoking. She had cleaned herself after daddy fucked her and was enjoying her after sex cigarette. "You're such a slut." Roxanne said giggling when she saw me."

"Yeah I know, so where's your trick?" I asked curiously.

"I don't know, he left a few minutes ago. All that noise you were making seem to get him off pretty quick this time." Roxanne said puffing away at her cigarette.

"You mean you fucked him before?"

"Yeah, he's one of my regulars, why are you so interested? And why is it turning you on?" Said Roxanne motioning. I have my fingers in my pussy again. I do this a lot when I'm horny, and don't realize it.

"Oh nothing, I just saw you pick him up in the park and thought he was hot." I said convincingly, I hoped.

"You're the only chick I know that can bang two guys and still want more. Besides that guy has fucked you before. I'm not surprised that you don't remember though. It was during one of those gang bang's that Anthony sets up. Yeah a couple weeks ago, after he'd fucked me he asked what all the commotion was at the other end of the motel. When I told him there was a slut that loved to be pumped full of nasty cum, I thought he'd cringe; but he headed over there faster than a moth to flame." Roxanne said smoking her cigarette oblivious to the facts at hand.

Later that night I was lying in bed like the perfect little daughter that my daddy thought I was. I usually sleep like a baby after a slutty night out whoring my body, but all I could do was lay there stroking my engorged slut button trying to remember the gang bang I had a couple of weeks ago. I can only remember a couple of the regulars. There must've been 10 or 12 guys to start with. I remember going up to each one telling him how horny I was while rubbing their cocks through their clothes. This was my usual routine to get the gang bang underway. I know I was wearing one of my disposable mini dresses; I wanted it to be ripped from my body and it was. I can't really remember much from the time my orgasms started. I know after I got all the cocks sufficiently hard I stood in front of the bed and used one of my rape me lines, something like. "I've changed my mind fellas I don't feel like fucking any of you tonight so you should leave now." I think I pointed to the door. Of course, those that knew me, knew it was time to fuck me, and boy did they. My minidress was ripped from my body in seconds. My head was forced onto someone's cock, hands were all over me. As soon as the first cock entered my pussy I was cumming.

I know I did not see my father's face during the first couple of hours of fucking. It was a hard gang bang, my body was in orgasm overload all during that first few hours. He must've been one of the guys that used my body after the gang bang was over.

Most of the time after I've had a successful fuck session with a group of guys, Anthony will ask if I need a break. If I tell him to let the cheapskates have a go, that means yes the gang bang is over but the fucking is not. Anthony will send word to the park that the two dollar whore is available. Everybody knows to expect a fucked out whore, cum will be splattered everywhere and leaking out of my fuck holes. They understand that I am worn out and not to expect blow jobs, hand jobs, dirty talk or movement of any kind from me. Their two dollars buys them two sloppy used up fuck holes and that's all.

I think I was on my hands and knees during most of the two dollar fuckers using me. I don't think these guys are cheap, I think they're just turned on by a used up whore that likes cock so much she even wants it when she's sleeping.

The fact that my daddy had just finished relieving his nut sack with Roxanne and still wanted to fuck the slut that was probably beyond used up by then, was such a turn on. I need to find out how receptive daddy would be to knowing his daughter was that super slut.

Epilogue

As it turns out, while daddy was fucking the shit out of Roxanne, he asked about the slut in the other room making all the noise. Roxanne told him the name I use, Candy, and that I was the worn out, cum dripping slut he fucked last week.

Daddy later told me after he finished getting off on Roxanne he hightailed it out of their. He had a feeling the gang bang whore of the week before would be a worn out old hag and he didn't want a close look; but he was still curious. There was something that turned him on about a chick that was so slutty she would let cocks fuck her while she was nearly passed out. He waited on the corner of the motel watching Roxanne smoke her cigarette on the porch when he got the surprise of his life.

Both father and daughter had this life changing information I guess it was inevitable the next morning at breakfast they would both come clean.

The moment daddy and I saw each other we blurted out what we knew of each other. I told him all about me pimping myself at the park and loving every second. He admitted slutty women had always turned him on but he felt guilty when he saw that the super slut he'd heard so much about was me. I asked him what was the first thing he thought when he saw it was me, he admitted he was turned on.

It took a while to convince daddy to put away any guilty feelings he had. His daughter was a slut just like the women he loved and he should embrace it. He did love hearing the stories about my exploits and usually fucked me after I would tell him a hot story. At first, he had that guilty look on his face after he got off on me. I usually did something slutty to put that lustful gaze back on his face.

Daddy was a whiz with the computer and I eventually talked him in the setting up my WebCam. It didn't take long before we started raking in the dough. Daddy became my manager, setting up any kinky thing I wanted.

On my 15th birthday I finally got my 100 cock gang bang that I always dreamed of. By that time I had so many fans of my WebCam that it was easy to line up that many cocks. I had so many orgasms in a few short hours I did end up passing out, but daddy said filming me getting fucked while passed out is what made the movie so hot. We made so much money we opened the hottest strip club in town. I couldn't wait till I was 18 to start working there so daddy got me a fake ID. I got a reputation for fucking generous patrons in my private dressing room.

Life was good, but it was time to take the next step, I wanted a baby. I went off my birth control and had daddy set up a series of gang bangs during my most fertile time. When I turned 19 my daughter Joy was born. I never kept my sexuality hidden from her. She must have that same slutty gene that her grandfather and I share. She took her cherry with one of my many vibrators when she was three. Her first orgasm came when she was four and they've been getting more and more powerful ever since. Grandpa recently started fucking her small pussy. Now she is begging for a small gang bang. After grandpa breaks in her ass I think I'll give it to her.