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Slave Dad
by Toshiba Su (address withheld)

***

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, 
she could not bring herself to dominate me sexually. 
Fortunately for me, the subjugation I yearned for 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. (M/f-teen, d/s, 
inc, ws, huml)

***

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 let's 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 hornier 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 
fingered 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 
Cheryl'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.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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