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My Daughter's Roommate
Being a divorced dad, I have the responsibility each fall to help our
daughter move into college. This year she is living off campus. She and
four of her friends have found a large, old-Victorian style home. It
has three bedrooms, one bedroom being alone on the top floor with an
exterior stairwell.
As we unloaded the car with her clothes, shoes, boots and endless boxes
of feminine items, I couldn't help but notice a very confident, yet
pert young woman, who seem to be telling everyone what to do and where
to put things. My daughter informed me that was Sara, and she is in
change of everyone and everything, or at least she seems thinks she is.
Sara caught me looking at her and she called me over. She preceded to
hand me a heavy box of books and told me to bring them up to her
bedroom on the top floor. I felt like I was being ordered...
Once up in the bedroom, I could not help but notice a very sexy, pink
thong on the top of a hamper. I also could not resist picking up the
thong, and deeply inhaling its fragrance as I held it close to my
nostrils.
Just then, I spun around as I heard Sara yell, "What in the hell are
you doing with my thong!"
I froze. Sara walked directly over to me and took the thong. She
brought it up to my face again and guided it around my mouth, teasing
me with it. She told me to open my mouth. I did not know what to do. I
was trapped. She could tell my daughter what I had just done.
I slowly opened my mouth while Sara stuffed in her thong. There I was,
helpless, standing in front of this young coed with her panties in my
mouth and with one piece of lace, hanging out from my lips. Sara
laughed and took out her cell phone to snap a quick picture of my face.
Sara then told me to take her thong home as a reward for being such a
good boy. She told me to make sure I wore them that night to bed.
I was hard as a rock as Sara left the room. I put the thong in my
pocket and went downstairs. Nothing more happen that morning, until my
daughter called. She told me that she have given my email address to
Sara, who wanted to send a thank you to all the dads who helped out
today.
I became a slave to my computer that afternoon, waiting for an email,
anything from Sara. I was memorized by her that morning and I was still
under her aura. Finally, that evening, I received an email. It was from
Sara. I raced to open it. Dying to find out what she was going to say
to me. I was shocked. She told me how disappointed she was with me and
she belittled me. She told me that I would have to do exactly as she
said, or that my daughter would see my panty stuffed mouth in a large
scale, full color print. I was trapped.
Sara wanted me, yet that night, to go to the drug store and purchase a
tube of pink lipstick and nail polish that match the color of her
thong. I had to bring the thong to the store and show it to the young
salesclerk so she could match the colors perfectly. Sara also told me
also to pick up a large bottle of Nair and some black eye liner. I
thought these things were for her. I was wrong.
When I returned home I noticed a second email from Sara. She told me to
take a shower and liberally apply the entire bottle of Nair to my
entire body. I hesitated, but then I thought about my daughter and went
into the shower. The Nair removed all of my body hair. I felt like a
baby with new, fresh skin. Sara told me to put her thong on after my
shower. I was not to touch myself or cum until I saw Sara again. I was
confused, but decided I should play along.
That night I tossed and turned and had many bizarre dreams. I finally
fell asleep. In the morning I found myself yet again going to the
computer to see if Sara had emailed me. She had. Today I was to go to a
salon and received both a manicure and a pedicure. I was to have a pale
pink color on my fingernails, while a much darker pink color were to be
applied to my toenails. The young attendee smiled as I requested her
services and colors. I also had my eyebrows plucked in a high arch.
What was happening to me? What was I doing?
I waited for another email. Nothing came for a day. Finally an email
from Sara. I had become a slave to her. Living on each email. Today I
was to purchase a pair of pink thigh high stockings - for me. She also
told me to purchase a pink camisole and a pair of pink, 5 inch heel
shoes. The stockings and camisole were to be purchased at a young
girl's boutique. For the shoes, I had to go to a stripper's boutique
across town and actually try on the shoes before I brought them. I was
so embarrassed at both stores. In the young's girl boutique, I keep
thinking that one of my daughter's friends would recognize me. At the
stripper boutique, I felt like a slut. Only men were there, and they
were laughing to themselves as I tried to find a pair, which would fit.
The man behind the counter asked me if I need any help! I am sure he
noticed my pink nails.
I finally made it back home. There were no emails from Sara. I was
lost. I did not know what to do. Finally, that night, Sara emailed me
and told me that I could redeem myself, but I had to do exactly as she
said. I was to put on the pink thong, the pink stockings, and the
camisole, under a sweatshirt and a pair of sweat pants and be at her
bedroom, using the exterior steps at 10:00 PM that night.
As I drove over to Sara's I felt like a little kid under her control. I
loved the feeling of the stockings and the camisole on my hairless
body. The small pink thong kept constant pressure on my penis. When I
arrived, Sara told me to go to her bathroom and take off my sweats and
put on my shoes and lipstick. She also told to apply some eyeliner and
handed me a pink, pageboy wig. I did as told.
I looked the mirror when I was ready. I looked hot. All pink and sexy.
The shoes tilted me forward, so my buttocks stuck out. I had to walk
very slowly to keep my balance. I felt like a little tart. I waited for
Sara to tell me when to come out. I was looking forward to her.
What seemed forever, Sara finally told me to open the door and come out
into the room. There in the room with Sara, was another person, dressed
like me, with stockings, very high white heels, but in white stockings
and camisole, with red lips, red nails, and black, page-boy wig. I was
confused, yet rocked hard.
Sara told the other 'girl' who also appeared to be a dad with a wedding
band, to approach me. 'She' did. My penis was so hard that it was
protruding from the top of my thong. The other 'girl,' Debbie, took her
thumb and rubbed my pre-cum around the head of my penis. I closed my
eyes and moaned. Debbie began to lubricate my entire penis shaft with
my pre cum.
With my eyes closed, I felt Debbie take my hand and put it on her
penis. I had never touched another penis before. There was no way I was
going to stop now. Debbie was very close to me as we stroked each
other's penises. I felt her breath on my face. I opened my eyes to find
her ready to kiss me. Sara was telling Debbie what to do. Put your
tongue in Ally's (my new name) mouth. Ally, open your mouth and accept
Debbie's tongue. Go ahead. You will love it.
I did. I sucked on Debbie's tongue. We proceeded to French kiss each
other. I was so turned on, not having cum for a week. Our two penises
were touching each other and were covered with each other juices.
Finally I exploded and so did Debbie. Sara told Debbie bring her sperm
cover fingers up to my mouth, so I could suck them dry. I did.
As I was stepping back, I noticed that Sara had video taped the entire
activity. She thanked of both for being such good little prissies. As a
reward, next week she will invite one of the black football players to
join us, the one with a large cock and who loves prissies.
I can't wait, but Sara say's my love hole needs to be first prepared.
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