I love being daddy’s little trophy whore. It’s so easy. Whenever I want some more money on my credit card or desire a new dress, all I have to do is put on a mini skirt, high heels and an itty bitty g-string and then I strut around the house. I make it real hard for him to get any work done until he gives me what I want. He always pretends to be the good guy at first by saying things like: “Sweetie, what you’re wearing really isn’t appropriate to wear around the house and you certainly can’t go to school like that.” But he knows the real reason I’m doing it. I don’t intend to wear stripper clothes to school. My real game plan is to be the best dressed girl at school; and I need more of his money to make that happen. This is usually the point where I bend over his desk and put my tight little ass right in his face. He’ll try to resist, but eventually I wear him down like a committed little whore.
When he caves, he’ll ask me how much and I’ll tell him. When he says, “I can do that for you, sweetie.” That’s when I inform him that he can have whatever he wants. But it usually involves one of two holes. The truth is, it doesn’t really matter to me which hole he uses to pump his hot load into because I feel victorious. I feel successful as daddy’s little phone sex whore and I’m even more proud that I’m going to continue to be the best dressed girl at school. None of my friend’s can keep up and I feel like I’m always winning by having one up on all of them.
Daddy will usually slide my g-string to the side and lick my asshole until it’s wet enough to squeeze his hard cock into. Once he pushes the tip in, I back my ass all the way up and look back it him and beg him to fuck my ass. I have to make sure he enjoys his new purchase. Sometimes I’ll tell him to break me in like a new pair of shoes. Other times I tell him how I can’t wait to go shopping at the mall with his money and his load dripping out of my ass. Do it Daddy, go ahead and mark your territory. Once I told him I needed higher dollar amounts than I usually ask for and he called me an “expensive fucking whore.” I agreed and asked if he was proud that I’m not cheap. Nothing but the best for Daddy and nothing but the best clothes for his baby girl.