When you're a minister's daughter, you tend to develop an overactive imagination quite young. Hours spent at church on one's knees is time well spent when you're visualizing your future as a cock sucker. Especially you're been raised to be nothing more than that.

Growing up, my house was nothing like Seventh Heaven. Though I wasn't allowed to wear pants, and had quite the large family, within Daddy's bedroom nothing quite existed as the good book said it should. I'd say my hail mary's with a mouth full of Daddy's cum, I'd sing out the Our Father with his cock ripping tearing open my bald pre-teen cunt. I bled and I bled and each night it was like I was loosing my virginity all over again. I was always a screamer, always cried more than I should so Daddy always made sure to stuff my panties down my throat so Mommy and my brothers couldn't hear. Though, I'm sure they already knew what was going on after every mass, upstairs in the Master bedroom. The squeaking of the bed, the groaning from Daddy's own lips…

The relentless spankings that left me unable to sit on my ass for long burned for days. I had perpetual bruises running up and down the inside of my thighs. I had Daddy's love bites all across my neck, across my shoulders, and split lips from his healthy sized cock.

I'm obedient, Daddy taught me well. I'm nasty, filthy, devious… I know how to dance with the devil and seduce every drop of cum out of him. I will lick every drop clean, and I will adapt to any role given me. Need an accomplice to take care of that flirty baby doll next door? Done. Need a bitch to satisfy your moody German Shepherd? I'm already bent over. Need someone to step up and take the reins. To own you, to push you, to humiliated and shame you. To bring you to the edge and control that cock as no one else ever has before? Bow down, I am here.
I am ready.
 

And I have just turned 18.