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Samantha cried the whole way home and locking herself in her room and continued crying most of the night... she loved dressing like a whore and she had loved her fantasies for years but now that they were becoming a reality she was having a difficult time coming to grips with the possibility that she really was a nasty slut deep down inside of her... she knew she had **** but to go see Mr Taylor and continue her "training" as he referred to it...

The rest of the week he stayed away from her mouth and throat except to make her clean him after sex which after the throat **** she received the previous day and her nightly "practice" with her giant dildo she was happy about.

He dressed her up in all the outfits she had bought and fucked her in every way imaginable....

Doggy style in a blue teddy and clear stripper heels making her shake her ass the whole time while she screamed that she was a hopeless whore that needed to be ridden hard...

He then rode her reverse cowgirl in a in pink tiger striped thong and over the knee latex boots, he fucked her on the kitchen counter in white bridal garter belt, push up bra and matching thong and stockings.

He rammed her pussy while holding her ankles behind her head while he pounded her in a plaid pleated school girl skirt with frilly ankle socks and saddle shoes calling her his little teenie slut....

He also got creative making her go to the store and buy cute little girl panties that were pink with yellow polka dots on them. He had her tie her hair in pigtails. While she watched Barney and repeated whatever Barney said in a little girl's voice, he fucked her bent over the couch through the hole he had cut in the panties. He made her yell, "fuck my little cunnie daddy" over and over during commercials.

Not until Friday did he even try to make her cum. In fact all that week when he was using her he made sure to stop and wait whenever she was getting close. He could tell she was in a worked up state by how wet her cunt got every time he violated her. He wanted to make sure that when she came it was doing something unbelievably dirty. Thinking about it all week, on Friday he had her call her father and for the first time ate her pussy. It still had a little hair on it, but was getting there he thought, as he chewed on her button. He ate her to two orgasms, which made her scream insanely loud each time. Trying to explain it all as one of her friends hitting her, she got off the phone feeling very dirty and very satisfied for the first time.

He fucked her at least three times a day that week and as the weekend finally arrived he was almost relieved. On her way out the door from his house Friday night, he couldn't resist one more fuck, so he ripped her clothes off and lifting her up fucked her against the door. He didn't let her clean the cum out and made her drive home with it leaking down her legs.

Feeling the sticky goo sliding down her legs Samantha reached back and found a napkin in the backseat. Using it to wipe her pussy she realized just how sore it was. It was all red she noticed lifting her skirt and looking down. There were bruises all around her groin from how hard he fucked her. She couldn't even fathom how many times he had used her this week.

Arriving home she went to her room and stripped down to only her black g-string. Yes her pussy was red she confirmed examining it in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She suddenly realized she was using the word pussy instead of vagina. God, he was starting to change her and it had only been a week. She went to her underwear drawer and was looking for a regular pair of panties but there were none to be found cursing herself for listening to him and throwing all of her panties away that day she only saw thongs and g-strings in the drawer along with those polka dot ones he had made her wear. Thinking back she shuddered remembering him making her call him daddy and acting like a little girl while he had his way. She couldn't believe that in such a short time she had become such a nasty whore... would she ever be the same again?

The sex itself wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't so rough. Now she was very sorry she hadn't had more sexual partners before him... he had taken so much of her innocence in such a short time. Part of her enjoyed pleasing him and she hated this part of herself. Deep down she was developing strong feelings for him and she couldn't figure out why. All he did was fuck her, call her names, and make her do disgusting things.

Her best friend Holly had called and wanted them to go out, but Samantha needed tonight to recoup. Spending most of the weekend in her room sleeping, her mom had asked what was wrong with her several times, she was used to the spirited vivacious girl who was always talking and busy with something, and she thought something was wrong.

If she only knew she thought.