My Daddy has me all fucked up!!!

My Daddy has me all Fucked Up!!!

When I walked out the gates of the County jail, I was sure he would be waiting eagerly to take me home. When they told me I was going to be getting released, I couldn't eat or sleep I was so excited about finally seeing my Daddy.

It had been more than 14 months since I had last seen or heard from him, the night I was cuffed and put in the back of a cop car for possession of a controlled substance with intent to distribute and prostitution. Sitting there I watched as Daddy got in his car and drove off without saying goodbye or even looking my way.

I was hurt, but I got it, he needed to distance himself from me so as to not draw undue attention. If he had been arrested too I would have never forgiven myself. That's why I admitted the meth was all mine and told the cops that I didn't know him. All they knew was that I had gotten in and out of his car quickly.

When they rolled up on us, the first thing Daddy told them was that he had never seen me before. He said he had stopped to call his boss to say he would be late, I just got in his car and offered to give him oral for $5 and he threw me out. They had seen me getting out of a car and which was why they initially got me for prostitution.

When they searched me the first thing they found was the meth pipe in my tube top. That freaked me out more because I wasn't supposed to have it on me. I wasn't allowed to hit the pipe without Daddy's permission and I could see he was angry at me, which made me cry. I don't like to disappoint my Daddy.

The cop searching me didn't have a hard job, what with me wearing nothing but a tube top and a pair of tiny booty shorts and heels. At first they called for a female cop to come search me, but then cancelled it when they realized I was a male. It wasn't just that I was dressed the way I was it that I had on mascara and big hoop earrings or because I have a voice that is feminine like my facial features.

What threw them off wasn't that I have noticeable man-boobies and a thick body with a big round butt, though that did play a part in their mistake. Their mistake came from what they saw, or didn't see, depending on how you look at it. Besides everything else, what fooled them was when they looked down.

I have a very small endowment, sort of. My penis is just a cute little button with a little ring of foreskin that totally disappears when I am hard and at my full 4 1/2". While my penis is tiny, my balls are much bigger, a lot bigger. They always look like they are about to burst out of my scrotum, which keeps them high and tight.

The stretchy shorts I had on looked like they were painted on. They had a seam that went front to back didn't stretch like the material, so it went deep into the crack of my butt cheeks. That wasn't what confused them, though having a big butt helped. The source of their confusion was the way they fit in front.

The seam went up between my balls and the material formed around them making them very pronounced. At the same time it flattened down my nub of a penis to a slight bump. The effect was to make it look like I had a really fat cameltoe. I could see the cops checking it out and thinking I had a plump pussy. Until they realized their mistake, at which time they made nasty comments about me.

My shorts were so tiny and so tight, the cop searching me could see the I didn't have anything else on me. But looking through my sling purse, they found the baggie filled with 23 little baggies, each a 1/4 gram of meth. I always carried Daddy's product whenever we left the house, and was the middleman between him and his customers who messaged my phone when they wanted to buy.

Daddy didn't have to tell me why, I knew it was so he wouldn't be connected to any deals. He just had to sit back and relax while I took the risk for him. I was more than happy to do it; he was my Daddy, after all and there isn't anything I wouldn't do for him, even going to jail, which I had never been until that night.

The one thing that always bothered me the most was that I didn't get to go to jail with a big load of Daddy's cum in my belly. Instead, it was a strangers cum, the trick who the cops saw dropping me off at my spot. I had sucked him off behind the auto parts store,so it was his cum I could still taste, instead of Daddy's. He didn't even have a big dick and he smelled bad down there. At least I got some cum, because I didn't know when I would get more.

When they took me to jail, I was led inside. There was a black guy in black and white stripped clothes. His shirt had 'TRUSTEE' across the back. He was emptying trash cans, but stopped to watch me being brought in, looking a long time. He heard the cops talking about why I had been arrested and he got a big grin. Then he did something strange, he blew a kiss at me before going back to his work.

I really liked the strip search part, getting to be naked in front of the three cops in the room was hot. When I was told to bend over and spread my cheeks, I almost got an erection. I would have loved it if one or all three cops would that taken advantage of the situation and fucked me. It gave me a fun fantasy, at least.

I was given a bond but I couldn't pay it, not being allowed money of my own. Daddy bought me whatever I needed, but never put up my bond so I stayed in jail, in my own cell away from the others. I was eventually given 14 months in the County jail and two years probation after I got out, because it was my first time. I had a good PD.

I was assigned to a huge dorm where there were seven rows of 20 bunk beds each. I was taken to my bunk, carrying my bedding and a few necessities like a roll of T.P. and toothbrush and toothpaste. I was told my bunk was on the bottom, so I made it up, then sat to to get assimilated to my new home.

The guard left, and as soon as the door closed behind him I was approached by four black guys. I was scared not knowing what they wanted from me but before I could find out a fifth black guy pushed them out of the way and they left. He came right up to me and out his foot up on my bunk, his crotch inches from my face.

He looked menacingly down at me and asked why I was on his rack. I was confused because I had been told it was my mine but I was too scared to argue. He told me my bunk was on the top, and to get off his, so I did, leaving my bedding and my toiletries behind. There wasn't a ladder to use so I sent the the head of the bed to climb up, but was told by my bunkmate he didn't want my feet on his pillow.

I went to the foot of the bunk and climbed up to the top bed. As soon as I got up I got the strong odor of urine, then when I put my hand on the bedding, I could feel it was wet. I heard snickering and looked to see my bunkmate and all the guys around me watching me. Obviously, someone had pissed on on the bedding, and from how soaked it was, it wasn't just one guy. Without any other choice, I laid down and cried, staying there for an hour until dinner time came.

My issue clothes were wet with urine and reeked but I went to eat like that because I didn't have a change. I could feel everyone's eyes on me as I got in line to get my tray of ham, mashed potatoes and gravy, roll and Jello all of which were taken from me as soon as I sat down. My bunkmate who went the name O.G. sat down next to me and took everything but the roll, which was hard and dry.

As soon as OG was done eating he growled at me that I stunk like piss then grabbed me and pulled me to my feet. The guards in the room just snickered and didn't do anything as he pulled out his right pocket and told me to grab onto it and not let go. I did as I was told and he led me to the shower room which was always free to use between first call and twenty minutes before lights out.

He turned on the shower and pushed me under the cold spray leaving me there until my clothes were sopping wet. I wasn't facing him so when I turned around he was standing there naked. I had seen black guys naked before in porn videos but seeing one in real life was something else.

OG was very dark and heavily built, big burly man which I found sexy enough, but when I looked down, I practically swooned seeing what he had there. He was huge, with a thick cock and big balls, with made me weak in the knees. That was all I needed to strip down when he told me to.

Once I was naked, he commented on my endowment, saying I was a little guy. He came up and squeezed my boobs, giving my nipples a hard pinch. I love it when Daddy pinches my nipples and chews on them, so I couldn't help but get turned on. OG then leaned over me and grabbed a handful of my plump ass, shaking it and said I had a it going on and that he was going to like clapping my cheeks.

I liked being manhandled roughly so I was enjoying it. I gave a yelp when he slapped my right cheek; one of my favorite things is when Daddy spanks me for being bad. Sometimes it's bare-handed but he also uses a belt or paddle or his crop. The crop is for when I am really bad, like when I miss a spot when I shave. So much as one hair will punished with his crop, which he uses on the spot where the hair was found, regardless of where it is.

Once a week, I have to get up on the sofa, leaning over the arm, and get my ass whipped until my ass is red-hot and stinging so bad the air touching it hurts and I am crying. He starts out with his hand, then will use a paddle, followed by the belt and ending with the crop. Being a good Daddy, he will rub my butt between each time he changes to a different tool. He talks to me, telling me I can take more, which I do.

Part one.

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