Truth be told, I am a huge slut.

I don't really care though.

My favorite part, probably more than the sex is the seduction; that game of cat and mouse where the mouse thinks it's the cat. It's the most exciting, scary, dangerous part of being a nymphet is the seduction. I sleep around a lot yes, but there are a couple of men who the seduction was so fun, I kept them around.

Though sometimes the "seduction" wasn't really seduction.

Which brings us to my first Daddy.

I was about 10. During that time I really wanted to be raped. Be roughed up, so I went out in the middle of a Saturday night, wearing nothing but a short t shirt and wandered around a park that was notorious for child prostitutes. I went up to men asking if they could help me find my mommy. Then a man took. Finally, after 2 hours, a man took. He said his name was Greg and that he would be more than delighted to help me find my mommy. He lead me right into the dirty men's bathroom of the park. He pushed me into the floor and shoved his filthy fingers into my tiny, hairless pussy, I moaned. He felt my wetness and exclaimed.

"Jesus little girl you enjoying this? You fucked. I'm going to have a great time ripping your pussy open."

"Oh fuck me please Mister, I need a cock not a mommy."

The man was astounded my what I said. Astounded enough to let go of me. I moved to my back, and spread my legs to open up my pretty cunt.

"Please fill me Mister, I'll let you fuck me anytime you want.

You can be my daddy and I could be your little slut."

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was huge for my tiny body, but I needed it.

"Rough me up Daddy." he slapped my face and roughly shoved his cock into my tight love canal. I screamed in delight.

"Yeah little girl, scream for your momma. She ain't gonna save you." he ripped my little shirt off my body and pinched my nipples savagely. I moaned more and got more wet.

"Give it to me Daddy! Fuck your little girl, be rough with me" Within minutes I came. After I came he pulled out of me and straddled my little face. He shoved his cock that tasted of my pussy into my mouth and fucked my head till he came deep into my throat. He left me used on a bathroom floor and threw a piece of paper onto my stomach. It was his phone number and I was to call him anytime.

The next long time Daddy I'm going to talk about happened when I was 12.

On days I didn't feel like going to school, and days that I wanted to fuck I liked to hang out hotels, there was usually one or two men who were willing to stuff me.

There I saw one guy, sitting in the garden alone, on a bench, reading Lolita, with clear as day, a hard on.

I pulled out my lollipop, my weapon of mass destruction and started sucking it provocatively. "Hey Mister! Whatcha reading?" I sat down next to him. He did a double take, the second one was more of a stare though. Her I was, Dolores Haze pretty much the closest thing to in the flesh standing right next to him.

"uhhhh Lolita."

"What's it about?" I sat really close to him, reading over his shoulder.

"um, about a girl and a guy, it's a love story. What's your name little girl?"

I thought I'd like to fuck with him, "Dolly, I'm 12, what's your name?"

"Lane, I'm 35."

"You don't look it Lane, you at quite handsome. I'd like to..." my voice purposefully trailed off. Hey, if this guy got a boner from the book, I'd give him the book in real life.

"You'd like to what?" he leaned in, peering from over his glasses.

"You know..." I blushed and played with my lollipop and braids.

"No I don't."

"You mean you never?" I started quoting, the book. I don't know if it was that or what but his jaw dropped.

"Can I show you to my room? It's just upstairs in the hallway."

"Sure Mister, maybe I can teach you."

Quickly, we moved through the lobby and up the elevator and finally into his room. He made me strip for him while he stood still and surveyed my body. Then he laid me down while holding me, kissing all around my body whispering. "Oh my Lo, my sweet Lolita. My Carmen." I slowly unzipped his jeans and directed his cock into my preteen pussy. His lovemaking was sweet and loving. In and out in and out till we actually climaxed almost at the same time. After the love making, he just held me and whispered how beautiful I was and how thankful he was and how I was going to be his little Lolita. He makes me feel good about myself so I keep him around.

The last Daddy I'm going to talk about for today was actually my teacher. And I was super young.

I was 8 years old and in the 3rd grade. I knew he liked little girls by how he always tried to touch them. He patted there back, he touched their bottoms when pushing them on the swings, his eyes always darted around their small bodies.

One day I stayed in class while all the other kids left for home. "Mr. Thomas? I don't have a ride home, could you give me a ride home?"

"Sure Taylor no problem. You ready to leave now?"

"Actually no, I was hoping you could help me with my cursive, I'm not very good at it."

"Ok Taylor, come to the board."

After about 20 minutes of him trying to "teach me" I felt as if I needed to say something to move this along. "Mr. Thomas? I have a crush on you."

"I like you a lot too Taylor."

"Could you be my boyfriend?"

He started to get excited. "Uh sure Taylor."

"Can we do all the these boyfriends and girlfriends do?"

"Like what?" his cock was now clearly visible though his slacks. I wanted it.

"Like naughty things." I sat in his desk and pulled up my school girl skirt to show him my kitty panties. I then pulled my panties aside to show him my Kitty. He sat on his chair and buried his face into my pussy, licking and sucking on it. I came twice just from his lapping. Then he slowly entered my pussy with his smallish sized cock. I didn't come from that, but it was still fun being used like that. For the rest of the year I got rides home from him instead of walking home. And I always made sure to give him head while he's driving to make sure he could drive well.

More to come from my diary. I'll talk next about how I can make enough money to live on my own.