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A Slave Fathers Diary... Part 1

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A Slave Fathers Diary... Part 1 -------------------------------

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 subjgation 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 intelligable words out of my
mouth; "CHERYL, please, you've got to understand..."

"Understand what, that my Dad dresses in womens 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 surpise to her,
after all the times I had punished and gounded 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 embarass 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 buyng 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 embarassment, 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
embarassment 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 to 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 dissapear
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 quicky 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 Davids.  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.  Rememberences 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 afernoon 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 unbottoned 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 letg, 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 cok 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 Davids 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 encouragment 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 Cheryls 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 Davids
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 youself 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 Davids 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 turing 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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