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A Slave Father's Diary
A Slave Father's Diary
I have always had a submissive streak, I suppose, but over the years, and
especially after I married, it became more and more pronounced. Unfortunately,
although my wife accepted me wearing lace underwear whenever possible, she could
not bring herself to dominate me sexually.... she "loved me too much to degrade
and humiliate me," even though that was what I implored her to do. I hold no
grudges regarding this, but nonetheless found it very depressing and
frustrating.
Fortunately for me, the subjugation I yearned came from a most unexpected
source; our foster daughter. This is the first part of a continuing story about
how it happened, and how it has progressed.
I am self employed and, therefore, there were many days when I worked at home
rather than going into the office, or to a client location. One such day I was
feeling particularly horny and was in the bedroom, wearing lace trimmed white
silk panties, garter belt and stockings. I was laying on the bed reading one of
the several "dirty" magazines my wife and I love to share and stroking my
hard-on through the panties, which had now become transparent from the precum
drooling out of my cock.
Suddenly, I there was a knock at the bedroom door and, before I could cover up
(or do anything else, for that matter) the door opened and in walked Cheryl, our
daughter (normally, there was little privacy in our house and this was quite
normal; except that she should have been at school and I thought I had the place
to myself for the whole day! Apparently, as I found out later, she had
complained of "cramps" and had been allowed to leave school early).
I don't know which of us had the biggest look of shock on our face, but she
recovered first and put her hand over her mouth trying to stifle her cruel
laughter.
After stammering and stuttering a few times, and covering myself with the sheet,
I finally managed to get a few intelligible words out of my mouth; "CHERYL,
please, you've got to understand..."
"Understand what, that my Dad dresses in women's underwear and jacks off... wait
'till I tell people about this!" she replied, still laughing, "you look stupid
like that, are you sick?"
"No, you don't understand! Please, you can't tell anyone about this! Let me try
and explain," I begged. She looked cynical, but after a while I eventually
persuaded her to sit down and talk to me. As I tried to explain my submissive
nature (which was a surprise to her, after all the times I had punished and
grounded her for various school-girl deeds), I could see the cruel side of her
(which most teenagers seem to have, especially when directed at the weaknesses
of their peers) taking control. A "Hey, maybe this can be to my advantage" type
of smirk slowly appeared on her face. "So, how should I explain this to my
friends, and to Mom?" she asked, only this time the tone of her voice was more
threatening.
"No, please," I said, and before I realized the implications "You can't tell
anyone; I'll do anything you want, give you anything, but this has got to be a
secret. After all, if people find out it will ruin me and that will hurt you
because I won't be earning enough money to be able to support you the way I do
now."
"Maybe, but what about Mother," she said.
"Well, that would result in a divorce, which means you would have to leave us,"
I replied.
"Ok, I'll think about it, but from now on things are going to be different." She
stood up from the bed and, looking down, pulled the sheet back from my body and
stared at my pantied crotch. By now, of course, my cock had shriveled to
nothing, but she could still see through the soaking wet panties. The smirk
reappeared and as she walked out of the room she repeated "yes, very different."
After she left, I dejectedly put a sweat suit on over the underwear (I was in
too much of a fog to take it off) and went to her room. After knocking on the
door, and hearing her reply I walked in and tried to get some reassurance but
she just insisted that she had to think about it and would talk to me later.
Dinner with Cheryl and Cindy (my wife) that night was excruciating. I was trying
to act completely normal, while at the same time continuously locking eyes with
Cheryl trying to get a hint of whether or not she was going to say anything. For
her part, she acted completely normally with Cindy, but with the expression on
her face, made it clear to me that I was on thin ice.
The next day was Saturday, and mid-morning, Cheryl came over to me and, with a
meaningful look on her face, asked if I would take her to the mall. Not daring
to refuse, I said I would and we left. Fortunately for me, Cindy's birthday was
coming up, so she assumed we were going to buy a present and didn't think any
more of it.
On the way to the mall, Cheryl said "I've though about your problem, and for the
moment at least, have decided that so long as you do what I want, I won't tell
anyone, Ok?" I heaved a huge sigh of relief and replied "Ok, but we have to have
an understanding; I'll do what you want but it can't be too obvious; otherwise
Cindy (or others) will suspect and then the whole thing will be over with."
"That's more your problem than mine" she smirked, "but I'll be a little
reasonable." The next several hours were spent with Cheryl dragging me around
store after store buying her various clothes and, to her great amusement,
lingerie. She thought this was quite funny and kept joking about how "these
panties would look nice on you" or "this g-string is too small for you."
Over the next few weeks this was how things went, I gave her money, bought her
clothes, and gave in to her requests for more "freedom." Fortunately, her
demands were not too outrageous (or expensive) and I began to think that
everything was going to work out Ok.
Then things slowly started to change. As I said earlier, there was not much
privacy in our house, and it was not unusual for the women to walk around in
just panties and T-shirt, or me in just shorts (mens!). But now Cheryl was
taking every opportunity to tease and embarrass me; She would appear to be
"normally" dressed with a long T-shirt that hid everything, but when Cindy was
not around, or not paying attention, Cheryl would flash her crotch at me, or
bend over with her back to me so that I could see not only her ass, but also her
tits as the T-shirt hung forward. Usually when she did this, she would be
wearing some of the lingerie I was buying for her. The sight of her young pussy
under the thin silk, and her firm tits either bare or encased in a see through
bra were driving me crazy. She would inevitably smirk at me as if to say "yeah,
I know you like what you see, and it's getting to you, but we both know that you
can't do or say anything about it.
One day, a week or so after her teasing started, Cindy was out for the evening
at a business thing and would not be home until at least midnight. I was home
when Cheryl arrived from school and she quickly disappeared into her room to
change.
About 20 minutes later, she reappeared, now clothed in a thin white T-shirt that
was short enough for me to see the pink lace panties she was also wearing. The
lace on the panties was sufficiently transparent for me to see her brown pubes
and so narrow at the crotch that her pussy lips were swelling around the sides.
She sat on the couch opposite me, with her legs slightly parted and looked
straight into my eyes. "How do you like these panties, Dad, they're the ones you
bought me last week. Don't they look nice?"
"Yes, they're beautiful," I replied, crossing my legs to make my hard-on more
comfortable and less obvious.
"Do you have any like this?" she asked, smirking. "Uh.. No..." I stammered, "I
don't have any like that."
"What a shame, I bet you would though, wouldn't you?"
"Uh.... yes, I suppose I would," I said, getting more uncomfortable, yet more
excited all the time.
"Well, why don't you try these on, they are kind of small, but I think you can
get into them."
Now I was really surprised. "N-N-No, I don't think that would be a good idea," I
said, not wanting to get into yet another compromising position.
"You don't understand, Mr. frilly panties, I want YOU to put these ON, NOW!" she
said, standing up a staring at me. "Or, am I going to have to start telling some
people about your little hobby?"
"No. No, Okay, Yes, I'll do what you want." I expected her to go into her
bedroom to change out of them, but she just stood in front of me and slowly
peeled the panties over her hips and down her legs. As she pulled them down the
lips of her cunt parted to release the crotch where it had ridden up into her.
Without a trace of embarrassment, she held the panties out to me and said "Ok,
now lets see if they fit."
"Here?" I asked, hesitatingly. "Yes, here, why not, no-one is around." I slowly
stood up and started to pull my suit pants off (I was still dressed from
visiting a client). "Oh no, we can't see them under your shirt; take everything
off; EVERYTHING."
"Ok," I mumbled and removed all of my clothes. Then, scarlet with embarrassment
took the small fragment of pink lace from her and pulled it up around my legs.
Although excited, I was more humiliated and my cock was not even semi-hard which
made it easier to fit everything into the panties.
Cheryl, by now was sitting back on the couch and laughed at my predicament. "Oh,
yes, very nice. But I thought lingerie and submission excited you. How come you
not hard" she said.
"Well, I'm just too embarrassed," I replied.
"Maybe, but after a while you'll get over that. Now, what's for dinner?" she
asked. It was obvious she expected me to stay like this for the rest of the
evening. Well, for the next hour or so, I wandered around the house dressed only
in her lace underwear making, and then eating dinner. Cheryl took every
opportunity to laugh at me and, once or twice, patted and stroked my ass through
the lace, commenting on how "nice" I looked. She had since put another pair of
her own underwear on, "seeing as the pink ones fit me so nicely." The sight of
her tight ass and swelling cunt lips encased in thin gossamer, along with my
slow acceptance of Cheryl staring at me dressed the way I was, was now beginning
to get to me and my cock was starting to stretch the panties.
After dinner (Yes, I cleaned up as well), Cheryl suggested I make us a drink!
This was unheard of in the house (although I had no real objection to her
drinking in moderation), but the situation and the tone of her voice made it
impossible for me to refuse.
We both sat on the couch, drinking Jack Daniels, Cheryl with her back against
the arm and with her legs up on the couch towards me. Soon she started prodding
at my cock with her foot, saying "Hmmm, seems like you're beginning to react
more like 'normal', Dad, I see you like my panties Huh?"
Looking over at her, my eyes followed her legs from my lap up to her crotch. The
pale blue silk of her panties was beginning to disappear between her cunt lips,
and her pubes were curling out around the edges of the panties. The vision of
her young, almost naked body was just unbelievable. My cock twitched through the
silk under her foot and it there was no point denying my feelings. "Oh God, yes,
they do feel good. But, yours look a little uncomfortable."
She reached down to her pussy and pulled the crotch of her panties even tighter
into her cunt. "Oh, no, I like them like this... It makes me feel really horny."
"But" she continued, "what would make me more horny would be to watch you finish
what I caught you at before. Go and make us another drink, get your filthy
magazines, and come back here and read me some of the stories."
By now, I was passed all point of resistance to her demands and did as she said.
As I sat back down on the couch, her feet again rubbed my cock through the silk
"I like the feel of silk on your dick, Dad, I'm going to have to keep you this
way a lot."
As I started reading some of the letters in the magazine to her, she stopped me
and said "No, No, No, when I found you, you were jacking off. I want to see my
Lacy Panty Dad play with his cock.... DO IT." I continued reading, and reached
down with my left hand and started rubbing my cock through the silk. I could not
believe how exciting it was, to be sitting in front of my teenage foster
daughter, both of us in lace and silk panties, and her beginning to dominate me.
In hardly any time at all, the inevitable happened and, as my hips lifted off
the couch, I squirted my cum into, and through the lace front of her underwear;
it covered both my hand and her foot.
"Now look what you've done... My foot is covered in your slime," she taunted,
with a sarcastic grin on her face. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Uh, I'll get a wash cloth," I replied.
"NO, I think you should lick it up" she said. "Come on, clean my foot."
"No, Cheryl, please. I don't want to do that."
"Oh, no? Maybe you'd prefer to explain to Mom how you gave me drinks and got
your cum all over my panties? Or, maybe you'd prefer the snickering from my
friends, especially David, when I tell them about my Panty-Dad?" (David was her
current boyfriend, about nineteen years old and a college jock). "Now, start
LICKING."
I lifted her foot to my mouth and started licking the warm cum from between her
toes. This caused her legs to open and the lips of her pussy spread enough for
her panties to slip completely into her cunt. As I continued sucking my come
from her feet, I stared at her now very wet pussy.
She followed my stare to her crotch and reached down with her hand and started
to stroke her clit through the panties, and to spread her cunt lips around the
thin material. "Hmmm... it looks like you enjoy the taste of cum, Daddy, or is
it my pussy that's getting your cock hard again already? Well, maybe we can
arrange for you to have both if you behave yourself.
I was shocked at what I thought she was suggesting. It wasn't enough that this
sixteen year old had made me wear her panties and jack off in front of her, or
that she had made me lick my own cum from her foot, but now she seemed to be
offering me her cunt as well! I started to lean towards her, but she pushed me
away saying "Oh, no... not yet Mr. Panties. There's something I have to do
first. You wait here."
With that she got up and disappeared into her bedroom. I was left sitting on the
couch with a raging hard on encased in sloppy wet lace and silk. After ten
minutes, Cheryl returned, now dressed in a mini-skirt and blouse. "I'll be back
real soon, Dad, and when I come in the door, I want to find you lying on your
bed with those panties, and some nylons on. Ok? If you're not... well you know
what can happen." With that she walked out the front door.
I went in to the bedroom, put on some silk nylons, and lay on the bed thinking
about how I would soon be fucking my foster daughter.... or so I thought.
After an hour, I heard the door open, and Cheryl strode into the bedroom. Her
hair was mussed up, and her blouse was kind of wrinkled. "Ok, Panties, now I've
got a real treat for you," she smiled.
She climbed up onto the bed and kneeling, took off her blouse and skirt, leaving
her in just a half cup bra and panties. The nipples on her young, firm tits were
hard and stuck out almost a half inch. The crotch of her underwear was clearly
very wet.
"Now, put your hands down by your sides, and don't move." She climbed up until
she was straddling my face and slowly lowered herself down onto my face. With
all her weight on me, and my arms trapped at my sides and between her legs, I
couldn't move much and at first I didn't want to; her pussy was grinding against
my mouth and I could feel the wetness through the silk crotch.
Then she reached down and pulled her underwear to the side and I realized why
she was so wet. Her cunt was full of cum. "Here, lace panty Dad, you liked your
slime so much I thought I would get you some more. I just had a quickie with
David, and he's such a stud he filled me to overflowing. Now start swallowing."
With that she started squeezing her pussy muscles and his cum started to pour
out of her cunt and into my mouth two inches below. It was still warm, and
salty. I kept swallowing as she pushed more and more out of her body.
Finally, I had taken it all and Cheryl lowered herself back down onto my face. I
reached out with my tongue to start licking her but before I could, she started
pissing into my mouth, with slow little squirts. "Ok, Daddy dear, you had one
present, now here's the next. You'd better drink it all or Mom's gonna want to
know why there's piss all over the sheets!" With that she reached behind her,
grabbed my balls through her panties and started pulling and squeezing them
hard. My mouth opened in pain and she pressed down and started pissing again.
This was beyond my greatest dreams. Here I was, dressed in lingerie, on my own
bed and this teenager just forced me to swallow her boyfriends cum and was now
pissing in my mouth!
When she was done, she turned towards the bedroom door and said, "See, David, I
told you what a sick little panty he is... I can make him do anything."
As she lifted up, I looked in horror at the bedroom door... there stood her
boyfriend, grinning from ear to ear and rubbing his cock through his jeans. She
had obviously told him everything, and brought him quietly into the house to
watch. Rather than getting Cheryl's pussy, the way I had thought, she had
completely humiliated and degraded me. I was in horror and heaven, my cock
didn't know whether to get hard or to disappear between my legs!
Cheryl still had hold of my nuts and gave them a cruel twist. David looked at me
and said "Yeah, you're right he is a slut. He really loved sucking my cum out of
you and drinking your piss." Then, looking at me; "Now, slut, listen to us. If
you want to keep you're career and family, you had better do whatever we want.
And, you'd better behave yourself, otherwise I might have to hurt you and I hate
violence against girls."
Hearing that they both burst into laughter. Cheryl got off the bed and walked
out of the room with David. I heard the front door close and soon she was back
in the room with me. "David's left now Dad, but you had better believe what he
said. If you go along with us, everything will be Ok, and anyway, this is what
you always wanted, right?" With that she reached over and pulled on my balls
again.
"Y-y-yes, Ok, I'll do what you want"
"And you like it, don't you Daddy? Come on, I want to hear you tell me that you
liked what I did to you..."
"Yes, I did. I enjoyed wearing your panties."
"And..." Another pull on my balls...
"Ok, I liked licking up my come, and David's. And, I loved your piss."
"Good, that's better. Now listen... Mom told me she had meetings every Tuesday
and Thursday night for the next few months, and that once a month she is going
to have to be away for several days. Isn't that wonderful? You and I, and maybe
David although I haven't decided yet, are going to have a lot of fun. Now, today
is Tuesday, so the day after tomorrow, when I come home from school I will
expect you to be waiting for me dressed just like you are now. Ok? Are you going
to do everything I ask?"
"Yes"
"Everything?"
Yes, I think so... So long as it's between us I'll do anything"
"Hmmm, well we'll have fun making sure. Now, you'd better get cleaned up before
Mom comes home." And with that she released my balls, rubbed her fingers in the
cum that was still wet in her panties and wiped them over my lips. "Now, give me
my underwear and I'll see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams."
I slept fitfully that night, and the next, and couldn't work during the days.
Remembrances of what Cheryl had done to me, and what she was going to make me do
kept speeding through my brain. At least I could relax more with Cindy because I
realized that Cheryl seemed to enjoy this new role as much as me.
Finally, Thursday afternoon arrived, and I was waiting impatiently at home,
dressed the way me daughter wanted me.
Eventually, an hour late she came in the front door, and walked into the living
room where I was waiting. "Hello, lace panty Dad, I'm glad you're ready. Come
with me." She walked into her bedroom, with me closely following.
"Now, undress me" she said and turned towards me.
With trembling fingers, I unbuttoned and removed her blouse, and unzipped her
skirt which slipped to the floor. I then reached behind her and unhooked her bra
and slipped it off her shoulders. Her firm young breasts vibrated rather than
sagged, and her nipples protruded stiffly in front of my face. I slowly reached
down and slid her panties down her legs and soon she stood naked in front of
me... the first time I had ever seen her this way. I was in awe of her exquisite
body.
Before I could fully appreciate it, however, she ordered my to lie back on her
bed. She then squatted over my face and, again, her cunt was full of come. "Just
a little gift from me and David to my girl-Dad," she said, "Now open wide."
This time I didn't hesitate and eagerly licked her pussy. Mingled with David's
copious jism, I could taste Cheryl's own sweet juice. The flavor was wonderful.
After I had cleaned her out, and licked her to a face crushing orgasm, we lay on
the bed side by side.
She reached out and ran her hand up my leg, stroking it through the nylons. When
she reached my crotch, she gripped my balls through the white silk panties and
gave them a gentle twist. The slight pain caused my cock, which was already
straining against the silk to jerk.
"Now, Panty Daddy," she said, "tell me something. Are you Gay or Bi-sexual?"
"No, I'm not gay," I replied, "I've never been with a man." This was a minor
lie, in that once Cindy and I had been to bed with a guy I worked with and we
had both fucked her at the same time... one in her ass and one in her pussy, and
then, later, both of us in her cunt. Inevitably, we had touched each other but I
didn't want to tell Cheryl any of "Cindy's" secrets, and I didn't consider it a
"gay" or "bi" experience.
"Then, how come you love swallowing your own cum, and even more, another guys
cum?"
"Well, the pleasure comes more from the fact that you force me to do it," I
explained, "it's the degradation that I enjoy more than anything else."
"You mean if I order you to do something, and it's perverted, you'll do it even
if you don't want to?"
"Yeah, kind of," I admitted, somewhat embarrassed. "In fact, the more
humiliating the act, the more I would get off on it, so long as you were making
me do it."
"What about when I verbally abuse you, and call you names?"
"Same thing," I said.
"Well, that's good, Daddy, because there are all kinds of things I'm going to
force you into. But, first I want you to go and prepare dinner, I'm getting
hungry."
"Ok," I said and started to rise from the bed.
"For three, Panty, I invited David over to eat with us, and I want you to serve
us, dressed just like you are!"
"Uhhhh, Ok,"
About half an hour later, as I was working in the kitchen, the door bell rang.
"That will be David, Mr. Lace Panties, go and let him in!" Cheryl called from
her bedroom.
I nervously walked to the front door, peeked through the viewer to check that it
really was David, and opened it to let him in.
He took one look at me in white lace and nylons and laughed as he entered. "Hi,
slut, how are you?"
Without waiting for a reply he walked into the living room and was met by
Cheryl, wearing a beautiful blue satin and white lace teddy which I had bought
for her a few weeks ago. Standing in front of me, she kissed him passionately
and reached down to massage his cock. "Oooh, David, your cock is so big and
hard, I can't wait to get more of it."
I returned to the kitchen, took the dinner I had prepared and placed it on the
table, and called them in.
"Ok, dinner looks good, Daddy, but where's the wine?"
"Oh, I forgot, sorry."
"Well get it now, you cum-drinking slut! For that I'll have to think of
something special for you to do!"
I poured the wine, and we settled down to eat, me feeling both excited and
degraded sitting in front of my daughter and her boyfriend dressed only in
panties and stockings.
After serving them desert and coffee, and clearing the table, I started towards
the bathroom.
"Where are you going, Panties?" Cheryl demanded.
"I have to pee."
"Ok... then do it here, in front of us. Use your wine glass."
"Uhhh, I can't, not here with you watching."
"What about our little discussion. I'm ordering you to piss into that glass NOW"
she demanded.
"But, you don't understand," I stammered, "I just can't do it in front of you."
"Listen, slut, do as she says, or you'll regret it," chimed in David. So, I
stood in front of them, pulled my half hard cock out from my panties and placed
the head into the glass. Even though my bladder seemed like it was ready to
burst, it took what seemed like ages before I could ignore their smirks and
snide remarks, and let go. Finally, the stream started and I filled the glass
almost to the top. The glass was hot in my hands, and the feeling of the piss on
my cock as the level rose over the head was indescribable.
"Ok, now, drink it.... drink it all Daddy."
"I looked at her with both shock and shame and lust in my eyes, and slowly
lifted the glass to my lips. My daughter was certainly catching on to this game
quickly.
"Yeah, good idea, Cheryl. Let's see how far we can go with your little
panty-clad cum-drinking Father," said David.
I slowly swallowed the hot piss back into my body, wandering how many times it
would get re-circulated this way tonight.
After I had finished, Cheryl ordered me to follow them back into her bedroom.
She had me stand as watch as she slowly undressed David, sucking first his
nipples and then his cock and balls as they became exposed to her hands and
mouth. His cock was at least two inches longer, and somewhat thicker, than mine,
adding to my humiliation.
"Now, Daddy-dear, David and I are going to fuck, but first, I think you should
get us in the mood. So, why don't you show David how you like to jack-off and
while you're at it, tell us how you like being our little girl slave."
With that, they lay down on the bed, staring at me. Cheryl sensuously stroking
David's cock, while he reciprocated by removing her teddy, spreading her legs,
and slowly finger fucking her in front of me.
I started stroking my cock, first through the silk panties and then started to
pull them down.
"Oh, no, slut, we want to see you come IN those panties," said Cheryl.
So I continued stroking through them, and started describing how I loved being
their servant, how I needed their domination of me, and repeated that I would do
whatever they ordered. Soon, I was caressing my stocking clad legs, and pulling
on my balls with one hand, and furiously stroking my dick with the other.
"Come on slut, jack that cock, yank those balls," laughed Cheryl.
With that, my cock spasmed, my knees folded, and I started spewing cum into the
panties. Before I could recover, "Ok, Daddy, now you can take off the underwear,
and put them in your mouth!"
I peeled the sloppy silk down and off my legs, and pushed the whole mess into my
mouth.
"Now, you can just stand there and watch a real man fuck me the way you would
like to but can't," she taunted, "and when we are finished, I expect those
panties to be completely clean."
With that, they turned their attentions to each other. David lay back and Cheryl
climbed over him in with her head over his cock, and her ass facing me. She
started sucking him deep into her mouth while I watched him play with her
beautiful tits with one hand, and finger her sopping wet cunt with the other.
The sight of him pulling her nipples down to his body, stretching her tits, and
stroking and fingering her puffy lips with the other was indescribable. Soon he
was alternately sucking on her cunt and sticking his tongue into her tight young
asshole.
After ten or so minutes of this, Cheryl climbed off and got on her hands and
David climbed up behind her.
"Put it in my ass, Stud, fuck me while my cum drinking lace panty Daddy
watches."
David needed no encouragement and, after rubbing his dick up and down her slit
and spreading the lips, he moved up and started pushing the head of his cock
into her asshole. Slowly, the pink-brown rose-bud spread open, and he began
sliding into her. The sight of her asshole stretched around his cock didn't just
have me hard, but I was almost ready to come on the spot without even touching
myself.
Soon, she was pushing back against him and he was shoving his entire length into
her in return. His balls were slapping against her cunt and clit, and she
reached back between her legs and gently massaged them. This was as much as
either of them could take and, with one more lunge David's entire body tensed as
he exploded inside her ass. Cheryl, feeling the jets of his hot jism buried her
head in a pillow and grunted wildly as she also came. They collapsed in a heap,
grunting and panting and swearing to themselves.
After recovering, David slowly pulled his dick out of Cherry's now open asshole
and lay on his back. Cheryl still on her stomach looked at me and said "Now, be
a good girl and come and clean us up, Daddy, both of us!"
I moved hesitantly towards the bed, not knowing quite what she wanted. "Ok, take
the panties out of your mouth and put them back on. Cover up that silly little
cock of yours."
"Good, now David first. I want you to lick his cock clean of every bit of our
come, Daddy." David looked at me, smiled cruelly and lay back to enjoy my
servitude. Cheryl, remaining on her stomach, propped herself up on one elbow to
watch. "Come on, Daddy-Slut, I want to see you licking that cock, NOW... I know
you want to."
I knelt down beside them and started to lick the length of David's cock. My
tongue slid up and down it's length and around the head. I could taste his salty
come, and also a slight bitter-sweet taste from Cheryl's pussy and ass. As I was
doing this, they were alternately kissing each other, watching me, whispering
and giggling together.
When I had finished, I looked up at Cheryl to see what she wanted next.
"Ok, my turn Daddy. Come over here a start cleaning out my ass."
I kneeled between her legs, spread her tight cheeks with my hands and started
licking around her still open asshole. Then, placing my mouth over the hole,
started sucking gently. Again, I could here them whispering to each other.
"Remember our discussion earlier, and your 'sweet' little speech while you were
entertaining us, lace panty Daddy... are you still going to behave yourself and
do whatever I tell you like a good little girl slave?"
"Y-y-yes, of course" I mumbled from her ass.
"Good, then there's something very special I want you to do for me. Roll over
and lay on you back."
She got up and kneeled over my face and lowered her ass down towards my mouth
again. She squeezed and more of David's come appeared at the entrance to her
asshole, so I reached out with my tongue and licked it up. While this was
happening, she was stroking David's cock back to erection again with one hand,
and slowly twisting my balls with the other. A few more squeezes of her rectal
muscles, and I had swallowed all of the cum from her ass.
"Stay here, Daddy, we're not finished, but I have to go to the bathroom first."
She hopped off the bed, disappeared into the bathroom, and, two minutes later
was back again. "Ok, cum-sucker, ready for more," she said as she again
straddled my face. "You see, ass fucking always makes me want to shit, which is
what I just did. But, seeing as I have such a slutty, piss drinking, cum sucking
Daddy, I decided to see if you like shit too. So I didn't wipe... you're going
to do it for me.... aren't you, you lace panty slave?" and with that she grabbed
my cock and dug her nails into the head.
"Come on Daddy, I want you beg to clean the shit off my ass... Say it in front
of me and David..."
"Please, Cheryl, please let me lick your as clean. Use me as a toilet, do
anything you want with me, I'll do whatever I'm Ordered to"
"Then I'm ordering you to eat my shit," she said and reached back to spread the
cheeks of her ass.
I could see a few smears of shit around her stretched asshole and started to
lick it clean. "Good Daddy, Very good. Maybe next time I'll give you the whole
thing. Would you like that? Tell me."
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl, anything you want." I knew that we had both reached a
turning point. This was no longer a game; Cheryl was clearly into the role of
not just dominating me, but completely degrading me in front of her boyfriend.
Her imagination and enjoyment of forcing me into more and more deviant acts was
clear, and judging from the way she treated my cock and balls was not above
inflicting pain to ensure my obedience. For my part, I was reeling inside at the
sheer, exquisite, intense pleasure of both serving a woman and being forced into
the most humiliating situations.
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