It was a long day and I was tired. I checked my watch as I opened the door. It was nearly 6:00 and Amy, my wife of 15 years, wasn’t home yet either. She was probably just caught in traffic. Maybe I should order pizza tonight, I thought to myself.

I kicked my shoes off inside the door, appreciating the coolness that immediately enveloped my feet. Padding through the living room I paused to check the mail sitting on the small table. Flipping through the stack I mentally ticked off what great treasures our postman had brought to our house; bill, bill, bogus credit card offer, bank statement. There was nothing exciting today, just the usual stuff. Tossing the small pile back on the table, I continued into the family room and plopped into my favorite chair.

Georgia, my 14-year old daughter, was lying on the floor watching television. “Bad day?” she asked. I took an appreciative look at her. She was lying on her stomach, her head turned towards me resting on one fist. Her legs were kicked up and bobbing idly. Her young figure was developing nicely, forming a pleasant hourglass shape with a rather shapely ass.

“Long,” I replied, continuing to study her blossoming body. “I could use some lovin’s though.” Flashing me a room-brightening smile, she lifted herself onto her hands and knees. “Poor daddy, I’ll make you feel better,” she purred as she crawled her way to me.

My prick began stirring in my pants by the time she finally made her way to me. Reaching up to my belt buckle, her eyes fixed on my growing bulge. “Poor daddy,” she purred again. “Looks like you have a growing problem. Don’t worry though; I know how to take care of it.” Loosening by belt, she began working on my pants. Finally managing to get the button and fly undone, I lifted my ass as she grabbed the waistband and pulled my pants and underwear down.

My now rock-hard cock sprang out, causing my loving daughter to coo and smile broadly at it. Slipping my pants down to my ankles, she lowered her hungry mouth onto my throbbing dick. Her mouth felt heavenly. I immediately let out a small groan as her tongue began dancing around the head of my cock.

I watched her head start bobbing up and down slowly, licking the length of my shaft before returning to take my tip once again into her mouth. I settled back into my chair to enjoy the sensations.

My mind wandered momentarily, returning to the time before the amazing life I now led. We had been a normal family not so long ago. Both my wife and I working, trying to make ends meet. Normally by the time she got home and made supper, she rarely felt like sex. Not that the sex was all that good anyway. Amy was raised strict Catholic and believed in only one position. She didn’t move much and never made any noise. I always got the impression from her that she was only fulfilling what she felt was her wifely obligations and would really rather the entire thing just go away.

Then about 6 months ago Amy and I had one of our infrequent nights out. We selected a comedy club to spend our few entertainment dollars at. It was a nice evening, and we enjoyed a nice meal and a few drinks. Towards the end of the evening, one of the comedians professed to be a hypnotist. After much goading, I managed to prod my wife to go up on stage and allow herself to be “put under.”

The comedian wasn’t lying. Within minutes he had my wife acting in ways on stage I doubted I could persuade her to do at home. It was all good fun, but towards the end of the act he leaned towards her and said something no one could hear. As he leaned away, she giggled and nodded. After waking her up, she returned to our table and we enjoyed the rest of the show.

After his last set, the hypnotist made his way to our table and asked if he could take a seat. Shrugging, I gestured to an empty chair and he made himself comfortable. He introduced himself as Sam, and the three of us chatted for several minutes. Suddenly he turned to my wife and said “Amy, 1 – 2 – 3. When I count from 3 to 1, you will suddenly find yourself so sexually excited you will think you are going to go insane. Within just a few moments, you will excuse yourself to go to the bathroom to relieve yourself. When you get up, you will be fully honest about where you are going and why. Do you understand?”

I was stunned. I couldn’t believe what was happening before my eyes. I wasn’t sure whether to be interested or outraged. I glanced at my wife and noticed the glazed look in her eyes. When she nodded her understanding, I decided to let things go and see what happened.

“Good,” said Sam. “Now Amy, I am going to count backward from three to one, at which time you will follow my instructions without consciously remembering them. 3 – 2 – 1.” My wife returned to normal, but I noticed a flush spread through her cheeks. She started squirming in her seat, studiously keeping her eyes lowered and generally looking very uncomfortable. Just as Sam had instructed, within moments my shy, Catholic wife rose from her seat saying, “Excuse me. I need to go to the bathroom and rub my pussy. Hard.”

Rushing through the crowded room, she disappeared into the women’s restroom. Now I was beyond stunned. My mouth fell open as I watched my wife walk away. I returned to my senses when I heard Sam chuckling in his seat across the table. “I see you’re impressed. She can stay this way if you want. I can arrange for your wife to be the perfect woman of your fantasies if you like.”

I turned back to face Sam. “What do you want out of it?” I asked, noticing the gleam in his eyes. “Well, as you can imagine, the life of a travelling comedian doesn’t really pay that well, so I found a way to supplement my income from grateful husbands,” he replied. Reaching for a napkin and pulling a pen from his pocket, Sam continued. “Your wife isn’t the only one that gets treated for this price though. I will come to your house and have a session with your entire family, so you can mold them into the most perfect family that you can envision. You can have the ultimate woman of your fantasies, and perfectly behaved children as well. I’m sure you’ll agree this is a very fair price for what I am offering,” he said, pushing the napkin toward me.

I picked it up and looked at the number. I had to admit it was indeed more than fair to get what he was promising. But it didn’t really matter. “As appealing as your offer is Sam, we just don’t have the money to give you,” I sighed, pushing the napkin back to him.

It seemed to be a common objection for him, because his reply was quick. “You misunderstand me. I don’t expect you to simply write out a check to me right now, absolutely not. I propose a payment plan, one that meets your budget and that we can both live with. I have many similar clients and can afford to finance my services.”

Now he was talking language I could understand. My wife chose that moment to return to the table. “I’m sorry honey, but I suddenly found myself so horny that I just had to feel something up in my pussy.”

I chuckled, and turned back to Sam. “Sir, I think we have a deal.”

Sam came home with us that night and worked his magic on Georgia. The checks I have written out every month since then have been worth every cent.

I felt the sperm in my balls start to churn and returned my focus to the present events. Georgia’s head was bobbing up and down like a piston, slurping the head and shaft of my throbbing cock into her starving mouth. I grabbed my daughters’ head and thrust my dick deep into her throat. With a loud moan, I shot my load into her mouth. She sucked my cock like a vacuum, swallowing as much as my swelling and pulsing fuck-tool would allow her. A small amount dribbled out around the corners of her mouth and started running down her chin.

Finally finishing my orgasm, I let go of my daughters’ head and relaxed back into my chair. Georgia lifted her head and scooped the escaping jism back into her mouth with her finger. “Mmmm,” she moaned. “I love the taste of your cum daddy. I love you.”

“Thank you baby,” I said, smiling down at her. “You are a fabulous cock sucker. Maybe later you can join your mother and me.” Her face broke into a huge smile at the thought. “That would be fun!” she said.

“Well, you mother should be home soon, but she’s probably going to be tired too. Why don’t you order a pizza for supper, so she won’t have to cook,” I told her. “Yippee!” she yelled. Jumping up, she ran into the living room to find the phone and order supper while I finished removing my pants and shirt.

25 minutes later I heard the front door open followed by the heavy thumping of Amy’s briefcase and jacket. “Frank?” she called, “Did you order pizza?”

“Yes dear,” I called back. “I thought you might be tired tonight.”

Moments later Amy came around the corner carrying a boxed pizza. “Thank you. I’m exhausted. Georgia! Supper!” she yelled up the stairs. Setting the box on the coffee table, she slumped into the couch and kicked off her heels. Noticing my nakedness, she asked “Have any left?”

Georgia ran into the room then, heading straight for the pizza box. She must have been about to take a shower, because she was completely nude. Her young, firm breasts jiggled invitingly, and her adolescent pussy was covered with a fine coating of black hair. “You sure are looking tasty too,” Amy said, drinking in the sight of her only daughter.

Georgia smiled, chewing on a huge bite of pizza. Swallowing the food, she said “Why don’t you get comfortable while I finish eating.” Amy smiled and began loosening the buttons of her blouse. I always loved this part. Watching my wife undress was always an enjoyable spectacle. At 36, she was beautiful. Standing nearly 5’ 9” with soft brown hair to the middle of her back, she had long, slender legs and a gorgeous heart-shaped ass. Her 36D breasts had very little sag, testimony that a lifetime of wearing a bra will pay off.

Stripping off her blouse, she reached back to undo the clasps of her bra. Her tits sprang free, eliciting a moan of relief from her. Massaging her breasts momentarily brought another moan from her. I noticed her eyes were half closed and she seemed to be enjoying the sensation. Tweaking and pulling her nipples with her left hand, her right hand began rubbing her crotch through her pants. Georgia and I sat watching her, starting to get into the show. Amy unzipped her slacks and slipped her fingers down underneath her panties. Her hips began thrusting against her hand while she began twisting and rolling her nipples more firmly between her finger and thumb. She began moaning louder, her ass thrusting into the air. We could easily tell she had all 4 fingers inserted up her snatch, plunging in and out faster and faster.

Her body began to tense as an orgasm approached when her eyes fluttered open and she removed her hand from her panties. “Think I’ll save that for you, baby,” she said, grinning devilishly at Georgia. Licking her cunt juices off her fingers, she stood up and slid her slacks off her legs. I could see her pussy juices glistening on her pubic hair. “That’s better,” she said. Now completely nude, she sat back down and grabbed a piece of pizza.

Taking an appreciative look at my wife, I leaned forward and retrieved some supper before it was too late. “So how went your day?” I asked, settling back into my chair.

“That prick Hal is going to beat me again this quarter,” Amy replied with a scowl. “He closed 3 more houses today. I just don’t get what makes him such a good salesman. He’s sweaty, overweight, and talks like a used car salesman. I practically have to throw in a blow job and let them fuck me to close a deal,” she pouted. “I suppose if I could supply the boss with cocaine and women, I could draw better properties to list too. Maybe I should just spend a couple days under the desk.”

“You think it would help?” I asked.

“God no!” she gagged. “That’s just too gross to imagine,” she said, a shiver running through her body. My imagination was starting to rev up though. Images of my gorgeous wife on her knees sucking off another man flashed through my mind. Basic Alpha Male dominance began asserting itself. The thought of being able to dominate my wife enough to force her into a position of debasement and humility was strangely attractive.

I had never really tried to dominate either of them into doing anything they really didn’t want to do. Sam had provided some conditioning to make them both more sexually open, but I had always assumed it was just towards me and each other. Maybe an acid test was in order.

“Georgia,” I said, “go let Harley in and feed him please.” Harley was a German Shepherd that weighed about 60 pounds. Georgia rose to her feet and went to the back door. Sliding it open, she called out “Harley! C’mere boy!”

The dog bounded through the door, eager for his evening meal. Georgia giggled and led him into the kitchen to poor his food. I looked at my naked wife and began thinking about how far I could push her, and what might happen if I went too far. Deciding to hold off for the moment, I rose from my chair and walked into the study.

Digging around through my desk, I finally found the business card I was looking for. Sitting down, I picked up the phone and dialed the number on the card. It rang several times before finally being answered. “Hello?” said the voice on the other end.

“Sam?” I inquired. “Yes, who is this?” he answered. “This is Joe Hutchins,” I replied. “I’m one of your clients, I don’t know if you remember me.”

“Joe Hutchins? Yes, yes I do remember you. How are things going for you? Nothing is wrong, I hope?” he said, concern in his voice. Sam was a really good salesman, I thought to myself. Sounds genuinely concerned, something that is quite rare these days.

“No, nothing is wrong at all. I’m still happy as the night you came over. No, I was just calling to ask you a few questions.” I said reassuringly.

“Oh, well, I always have time for that,” he answered. “What can I do for you, Joe?”

“Well, Sam, I was wondering about how much control I had, you know, what my limits might be, and what would happen if I went too far.” I began.

Sam and I talked for over an hour, and by the time I hung up, my cock was harder than I remembered it being in a long time. The erotic possibilities were racing through my mind too fast to process.

Walking back into the family room deep in thought, I almost didn’t notice the events unfolding on the couch. Georgia was reclined on the couch; her legs spread wide open to allow access to her young cunt by her loving mother. Amy was hunched between Georgia’s legs, licking up and down her snatch, three fingers of her right hand diving in and out of her wet little hole. Her left hand was holding her pussy lips open while she sucked and licked on her most intimate regions.

Georgia’s head was thrown back in ecstasy, her mouth open and a high-pitched little squeal beginning to build as she neared orgasm. Amy lapped at her daughters’ juices as they flowed down her fingers, and sucked hard on her clit.

Georgia let out a loud moan as her climax began, and grabbed her mothers head with both hands as she thrust her pussy upwards in spasms, smearing her cunt all over Amy’s face. Amy stuck her tongue deep in her flowing pussy, sucking and lapping up as much of her daughter’s juice as she could.

As her orgasm subsided, she relaxed her hold on her mothers head and sank back into the cushions of the couch. Amy lovingly caressed Georgia’s pussy, and carefully licked her groin all over, cleaning up her love juices as best she could.

The sight kicked my imagination into an even higher gear, and I could hardly restrain myself. A rush of excitement and nervousness swept through me as visions of domination and absolute control swirled in my mind.

“I think I want to try something new tonight,” I announced to my women. Amy turned away from the glistening teenage pussy in her face and sat up, a quizzical look on her face. Georgia’s eyes fluttered open and focused on me, while her hand absently stroked her pussy. “Mmmm, that would be fun, daddy,” Georgia purred.

We’ll see, I thought to myself. It definitely will be for me. “Harley!” I called, looking around for our dog. “Come here, boy!” I called again. The German Shepherd came trotting into the living room with his ears perked.

Amy and Georgia looked at each other nervously, then back at me. “Honey, what are you thinking about?” Amy asked, uncertainty in her voice.

“That doesn’t concern you. Never question me like that again.” I commanded, trying to put as much conviction in my tone as I could. Butterflies and adrenaline clashed in my stomach as a shocked look crossed my wife’s face. She started to say something, but her voice caught in her throat and she closed her mouth.

I looked at Georgia, her eyes wide in amazement and a bit of fear. “Georgia, come here. Kneel on the floor beside me.” I ordered. Glancing at her mother, Georgia rose from the couch and took a squatting position beside me.

“Harley,” I said, reaching down to pet the big dog. I playfully wrestled the hound onto his back and scratched his underbelly. “Now, Georgia, I want you to jerk Harley off. Stroke his big dog cock like it was mine.” I said, looking my daughter straight in the eye.

Georgia looked at me like I was insane for several seconds. Bringing my hand down, I slapped her hard across her face. “When I give you an order, you obey!” I yelled at her. The sudden action startled Amy, who began to rise off the couch. A glare from me, though, and she kept her seat.

Georgia looked up at me in shock. I hadn’t hit her in a very long time. “Yes, daddy,” she murmured. She reached her hand to grip Harley’s cock sheath and began tentatively stroking it. “Faster,” I coaxed her. “Jerk him off like it was my cock. In fact, I want you to suck poor Harley’s dick just like you suck mine.” I told her, a rush of power washing over me as she bent to my will.

Harley’s red cock popped out of its sheath as his excitement grew. Georgia bent over and gave the dog dick an experimental lick. She crinkled her nose with an “Ewww.” My heart raced as I waited to see if my daughter would take the German Shepherds cock into her mouth. She shot me a pleading look, hoping I would excuse her from the task assigned. I guess the wild, lustful look in my eyes answered her unspoken plea.

Turning her attention back to the dog, she closed her eyes and engulfed Harley’s long rod. Harley let out a yelp and began thrusting reflexively, driving his tool deep into Georgia’s mouth. Georgia did her best to keep up with the excited dog, slurping on his cock and franticly stroking with her hands.

I couldn’t believe it! Sam had done his job well indeed. I looked at Amy, sitting on the couch with a horrified look on her face as she watched her daughter suck off the family dog. My own cock felt like it was going to explode if it didn’t get some release soon.

“Amy,” I said, getting her attention. Amy tore her gaze from the scene before her and looked up at me. My cock was raging and a fever burned in my eyes. “Yes, dear?” she said, fear evident in her voice.

“Get on the floor in front of me, on all fours like a dog. No, face them.” I ordered, pointing at Georgia and Harley. Amy blanched, but slid off the couch and took her commanded position. I gazed at my wife’s lovely ass, and knelt down behind her. “Watch your daughter suck that dog cock,” I said, lining my cock up with her cunt.

“Look at how good she is,” I tormented her, and then without warning I plunged my own cock into Amy’s pussy. Amy let out a small yelp at the sudden intrusion, but I didn’t pay her any heed.

“First, I’m going to fuck your tight pussy until it’s good and wet, and then I’m going to fuck your ass. If you are good, and do everything to satisfy me, maybe I won’t let Harley fuck you when I’m done.” I threatened. Amy whimpered a bit, but kept her focus on her daughter as she had been instructed.

I began stroking in and out of Amy’s pussy, watching how her lips parted to accommodate my tool. “Oh, Amy, you must want ol’ Harley to fuck you next. I don’t think you are trying very hard to please me. You want that dog cock ramming your cunt, don’t you?”

I felt Amy shudder in front of me. But she began responding to me, rocking forward and then back to meet my thrusts. Her hand reached between her legs and began teasing my shaft. “Oh, honey, yes, fuck my pussy, ram your hard cock deep into my cunt,” she breathed heavily. I always have liked her dirty talk, and she knew it. Amy began letting out throaty moans and coos as I drove into her. As instructed though, she kept her gaze focused on Georgia and the dog.

“Does that turn you on, you little whore?” I grunted at my wife. “No, it’s completely gross and disgusting,” She replied. Her answer caused me to stop in mid-stroke. I realized that I had not given her any other directive, and she had answered the question honestly. A touch of guilt intruded on my mind, and it took several moments to beat it into submission.

With a sharp yelp, Harley suddenly exploded in Georgia’s mouth. He reflexively thrust hard several more times as he poured his cum into the teen’s mouth. Georgia’s eyes grew wide, and she was obviously trying not to gag. “Don’t swallow it all, Georgia!” I ordered her. “I want you to keep as much of his cum in your mouth as you can.”

Harley finally finished shooting his load and quit spasming. Georgia pulled her lips off his red cock with a disgusted look on her face and a small dribble of cum oozing out the corner of her mouth.

“You’re such a loving daughter, Georgia. Your mother thinks so too. You should give her a kiss. A long, loving kiss.” I told her. The girls looked at each other, Amy with disgust and Georgia apologetic. Georgia moved to her mother, and gently kissed her on the lips. Opening their mouths, the dog’s cum began flowing between them as they passionately kissed for my benefit.

“Share your dog cum with your mother,” I said huskily and re-started stroking in and out of Amy’s pussy. “Kiss her like you mean it.”

Amy again met my strokes, and began clenching and relaxing her vaginal muscles as I moved in and out. Remembering my earlier threats, she held Georgia’s face to her own, putting as much passion as she could muster into kissing her daughter.

My strokes picked up speed as I watch the two of them, knowing that they did it because I had commanded it. Pulling my cock out of her pussy, I positioned the head at my wife’s asshole. The feeling of power and authority rushed through me again, and in one smooth stroke I buried myself in her ass.

A muffled squeal escaped her throat at the pain, but she kept her lips locked on her daughter. Amy’s ass was tight, and felt so good I almost lost my load immediately. But I wanted more before I was finished. Trying to think of what else I could do, I began stroking slowly in and out of her ass.

I rarely fucked Amy in the ass, as she complained that it was uncomfortable and painful. I had never partaken of Georgia’s ass at all, assuming it was just too small to accommodate me. I would absolutely have to rectify that soon though. Right now, it was Amy’s turn to be dominated.

Amy was still trying to make sure I got satisfied though. Letting go of Georgia, she braced herself and began flexing and relaxing her ass muscles, trying to massage my cock as it plunged in and out of her.

“Oh shit, Amy. You sure are trying tonight, aren’t you? I know you don’t like ass sex, but from now on you will act like you do. It will excite you even though you don’t like it. Do you understand me?” I commanded her.

“Yes honey, I understand,” she replied. The difference in her was almost immediate. I thought she felt good before, but now being fucked in the ass excited her. She started moaning loudly, and her backward thrusts became much more forceful. “Oh, fuck my ass baby! Fuck me! Harder, oh, please, fuck me harder!” she cried. Her ass muscles rippled up and down my cock. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily.

“You want to cum don’t you, you little whore?” I taunted. “Ooooh, yes, baby, your little whore wants to cum!” she panted. “Please make me cum!”

A few more hard thrusts and I suddenly pulled out of her ass. “Turn around and clean me off, you cunt,” I suddenly ordered her. Amy looked over her shoulder at me with a horrified look.

I raised my hand and Amy scrambled to obey. She closed her eyes and took my cock into her mouth. She began licking the shaft up and down, swirling her tongue around the head. The sight and thought of my wife cleaning my cock that had just been in her ass was all I could take. I grabbed her head and thrust into her mouth as far as I could.

With a loud grunt, I started shooting gobs of warm cum down her throat. Amy started to gag and tried to pull away, but I held tight. My spasming cock throbbed several times, and I just couldn’t help a few hard thrusts into her mouth. Amy whimpered in pain, but I ignored them as I kept thrusting and shooting. I held her face tight to my crotch as my orgasm finally subsided.

Trying to get control of my breathing, I finally relaxed my grip on her head. I pulled my shrinking member from her mouth and got to my feet. Georgia pulled her knees to her chest and buried her face. Amy curled into a ball and began massaging her nose and mouth. I sat down in my chair and looked at them.

“Both of you look at me,” I commanded. Georgia lifted her head, tears in her eyes. Amy sat up facing me, nearing tears herself. A sharp pang of guilt hit me, but with a deep breath I pushed it out. “From now on things are going to be different around here. From now on, we do what I want, when I want, and with whom I want. You will both follow my orders without hesitation. Do you understand?” I said sternly. Bowing their heads, they both answered “Yes, we understand.”

Ah, the sweet taste of power.

To be continued.