Mistress

Written by Nomad

Simon Bright sat at the dinner table watching his two daughters interact and wondered what had been happening for them to change so much and so quickly.  Becky, twelve and the younger of the two, seemed far too agreeable whereas only a few months ago she would have readily argued with her older sister.  Jennifer, soon to be seventeen, had always been moody, one moment quiet and withdrawn, the next moment looking for an argument she could traumatise.  Now she was calm and talkative.  Simon wondered if the sudden death of their mother could have altered them to such a degree and decided that there was something else at work between the two, especially having seen Becky glance fugitively to her older sister several times in as many minutes. 

Simon may have broached the subject with his children had he not been thinking about the previous evening.

The invitation had come during the week; a single line Email telling him to be at her house by nine the Friday evening.  He'd deleted it immediately, his mouth dry at the thought of someone reading it.  Jennifer was old enough to look after her little sister so, leaving them on their own with a Walt Disney film from the video store, Simon headed across town to the flat.

Joan met him at the door and offered her cheek for a kiss.  In her late twenties, Joan was a striking woman who knew how to use clothes and makeup to become even more so.  But then this was part of her trade.  Slightly shorter than Simon she wore high heels to alter the distance in her favour.  The pencil skirt accentuated her slender waist and long legs while a tailor made blouse was cut for her broad shoulders and high breasts.  Her hair was tied back in a bun and makeup had been used to add to her severe look.

"I've got a little surprise for you tonight Simon," she told him as she took his jacket and led him through to the sitting room.

"Really?" he asked, beginning to tremble despite himself. 

Joan grinned.  She was genuinely fond of the man, though she'd never let him know that.  He was far from being her only source of income for all his generosity.

"Yes.  So why don't you begin?" she suggested as she took a seat and crossed her legs.  She smiled as she did so, watching his expression as she purposely let him see her crotch for a moment.

Breathlessly Simon collapsed to his knees in front of her and, cradling her raised foot in his hands, brought his mouth down to kiss and lick the patent leather of her shoe.  His whole body trembling he moved his mouth to the arch of her foot and kissed her warm scented flesh.

"You look so pathetic, licking my foot," she laughed, then uncrossed her legs and placed her foot on the carpet.  Simon groaned and began to slowly slide his mouth up her leg, kissing her warm smooth flesh as he went.  Her words made his ears burn, yet his adoration of her didn't diminish.

"Would you like to know how many I've open my legs for in the last hour?" she asked as she parted them to let him kiss the insides of her thighs.  He shook and tried to ignore the hardness in his trousers as his lips traced soft and warm inner thighs.

"Will you be able to taste all the different spunk seeping out of me?" she asked idly as she moved her crotch to the edge of the chair and hiked her skirt up to allow her to spread her legs further apart.  He groaned and she smiled as she realised he could smell her now.

"Go on then," she sighed as if totally bored. "Go clean me," she told him.

With a sob of gratitude Simon turned his mouth from her thigh to her furry nest and pressed his mouth to her, his tongue spearing the sticky lips, spreading them to lap at the thick mucus that was drooling from his vagina.

Hidden from his sight Joan bit her lip and struggled to keep still as his artful tongue brought an immediate orgasm to her.  She'd prepared carefully for this, making five different batches of her own special semen, each with varying amounts of salt and fish paste so each would taste slightly different.

"Have you got to Mr Jones yet," she asked Simon before having to bite her lip against crying out as that tongue inadvertently slipped out of her passage and flicked the ruby tip of her clitoris. 

Simon gulped down the mixture of what he believed was semen, his cock straining to be released.  For a moment he wondered if he dared reach down to touch himself and earn the wrath of his mistress, then she was pushing him away and pulling her skirt into place, hiding her loveliness from his eager gaze.

"Please," he begged, unsure of what he wanted from her.  Anything would do.

"No," she grinned.  Denying him was sometimes more pleasurable than letting him suckle her.  "No.  It's time for your surprise," she smiled.  "Take your clothes off.  Leave just your socks on," she told him, knowing it made him feel foolish and uncomfortable.

Simon quickly did as she asked, his excitement tinged with the spice of fear.  He knew nothing of her surprise, other than similar occasions in the past had left marks on him that would have been difficult to explain if his wife were still alive.

"Kneel," she told him.  He did, his hands trembling against the urge to cup and stroke his out-thrust cock.  Her grin only made him more excited.

"Julie," Joan called, her arms crossed below her bust.  The young girl she'd recently befriended stepped calmly from the bedroom and stood looking down at the practically nude widow and father of two.  The nineteen year old red head was dressed in a tight white stretch-cotton leotard designed to be worn with shorts.  The narrow gusset just cupped her vulva but allowed a large portion of her curly red pubes to spray out the edges.  The gusset remained slender as it swept over her pubis, leaving her hips, pelvic bones and buttocks bare. 

"What do you think of him?" Joan asked her friend.

"He looks pathetic," Julie spat, her heart threatening to burst as she watched the man's cock lurch at her words.

"Test him," Joan urged, proud of her pupil.

Licking her lips Julie walked towards Simon, her body aching to be touched, his endearing eyes making her pulse quicken.  She stopped right in front of him and spread her legs, her buttocks tensing as she felt the sodden and slender gusset slide between her fanny lips.

"Whimp," she sneered down at him.

Simon was panting with excitement and moaned.  He could hardly believe how young and fresh she looked, yet how strong and forceful she was being.

"Please," he begged.  "I'll do anything you want.  Anything," he begged.

"Then stay absolutely still," she told him.  He nodded like a puppy and waited.

Julie moved forward an inch at a time until she was nearly over him.  She then pulled his head back until his eyes gazed rapturously up at her, then slid her pelvis forward so that the proud and bulbous apex of her vulva met with his chin. 

She clamped down on the groan she wanted to make and ground her sex down on the chin until her clitoris was squeezed lovingly between them.

"What will you do to have me bring you off?" she asked, controlling her urge to pull her gusset aside and plunge herself down on his torrid staff.

"Anything! Anything," he croaked, afraid to move his chin too much.  Yet each little move made her sex ache to be filled and send spiralling delight up to her breasts.

"Make him drink your pee!" Joan said from behind him, where she could lift her skirt and finger her so wet sex without him seeing.

"Yes? Shall I make you drink my pee?" Julie asked the man.  He nodded, a short quick nod that brought her off.  She clutched at his head and shoved it hard between her thighs, using that as an excuse for the whimper that escaped her as her orgasm shot through her sex.  And as the cramps from her orgasm left her mildly relaxed, so she slowly released he bladder.

Simon spread his mouth wider and groaned aloud as he felt her hot tangy water begin to spurt through her already sodden gusset and into his mouth.  His cock bounded in the air, spurting his seed as the young woman's urine slid down his throat, the overflow cascading over his chin, neck and chest.  The aroma filled him, the urine burnt his throat and still his seed kept erupting from his pulsing cock, his testicles aching with their rapid emptying.

Simon returned to the present and shook his head.  His children didn't seem to have noticed his daydreaming and he finished his tea before standing.

"I've got to go out for a while.  Will you two be alright on your own?" He asked.

"We were last night Daddy," Jennifer told him while Becky looked interested in her toast.  He again wondered why they'd changed while he nodded.

"OK.  I'll only be about three hours," he told them.

Simon had only driven around the corner when the engine began to stutter.  It stopped just as he reached the curb, refusing to re-start.  He tried until the battery went flat, then sat disappointedly behind the wheel before sighing deeply.  He phoned Joan to tell her of his problems, hoping she'd accept him being a little late.  It wasn't a surprise when she laughed and told him to wait for her invitation though.  Despondent Simon walked back home, quietly letting himself in through the back door.  At a loss as to what to do he wondered where the girls were and saw that the small door leading to the basement was open and the light switch on.

The basement had started as a game room and quickly deteriorated into a storeroom. It was a mass of boxes, cases and trunks together with parcels of books and refuse bags full of old clothes.  Simon edged onto the first step and heard Jennifer's voice talking sternly.  Wondering what she could be doing, Simon stepped cautiously down into the small basement, turning the last step to look round the panelling that hid him from the rest of the room.  His loud gasp made his two children look round, both crying out at seeing him, although Becky's cry was muffled by the little pink gag that was in the kneeling girl's mouth.

Simon stepped fully into the basement room, his heart hammering wildly as he looked at his two daughters.  Jennifer had added inches to her height with a pair of her mother's shoes and, wearing just her old black leotard, her legs looked surprisingly long and adult.  The girl was pale as she looked back at her father, her body held defiantly while her half chewed bottom lip told him she was nervous.

Becky had begun to cry and spat out her gag while she crawled to her feet.  Simon saw her gag had been a pair of her cotton knickers and licked his lips as he wondered if she was nude under her short skirt.

"What were you doing?" he asked his children softly.

"It was just a game," Jenny shrugged her shoulders, her firm young breasts moving slightly under the skin tight leotard, the stiff nipples making little puckered points in the fabric.

He looked at Becky and watched her crying for a moment, then knelt beside her to gently wipe her tears.  Slowly her tears eased and he waited while she blew her nose.

"What was the game Becky?" he asked.  Becky glanced at her elder sister and began to cry again.

"She made me do dirty things," she wailed.

"She wanted me to.  She told me so," Jenny retorted.

"I didn't daddy.  Honest!" Becky sobbed and clutched at her father.

"OK Becky.  It's OK.  Go to your room now and get ready for bed.  I'll be along shortly to tuck you in," he told her.

Still softly crying Becky ran off and Simon looked on his elder daughter.  He'd rarely seen her in such tight clothes and tried remembering when he'd last seen her in a swimsuit.  It had been several years before.  For all her youth she was a striking figure in those high heels, the black leotard following the contours of her body so closely.  He licked his lips.

"Whose idea was it?" he asked.  Jennifer licked her lips and took a deep breath, her chest rising pressing her breasts still more forcibly against the fabric stretched across them.

"Both of us I guess," she admitted as she watched her father's eyes slide down her slender form.  It made her tingle down below, far more than when Becky stared at her.  "We found a couple of little magazines in your room after Mummy died.  They gave us the idea," she admitted.

Simon blushed and licked his lips as he thought of his children viewing his pornography.

"I see," he mumbled, unknowingly staring at the bulb of his daughter's crotch.

Jenny saw and her breath caught, her body trembling with the sudden burning between her pussy lips.

"You're looking at me," she breathed.

"What?" Simon gasped, looking up and blushing hotly as her words got through to his mixed up brain.

"I said you looking at me," Jennifer repeated, her heart hammering as she began to understand.  She licked her lips and took a breath, building her courage while her father seemed at a loss.

"No," he gasped, his bright cheeks giving him away even as he shook his head.

"Yes you were!" she told him with more authority. 

Simon looked at her and felt his penis begin to lift.  He continued to shake his head in an effort to deny in, a soft groan escaping his throat.

"You dirt, horrible man!" she told him, her skin growing flushed as her excitement built.  "Tell me you're sorry!" she demanded.

"Of course I am Jennifer," he gasped, his legs weak, his cock so hard.

"Not like that," she told him, her eyes seeing his hardness too.

Simon gulped and stared at his daughter's lovely face made beautiful by her flushed skin.  Her words vibrated within his skull.  Only one way made sense to him.

His breath coming in short pants as he tried controlling himself, Simon sunk to his knees and, his eyes fastened to her shoes, humbly begged her forgiveness.

Jennifer sucked in a deep breath and let her body quiver with her excitement.  This was so much more than having Becky do things, dirty things.  This was what she craved.

"How sorry are you?" she asked.

"Please Jennifer," he breathed, bending right down and drawing his mouth onto her shoe. 

Jennifer bit off the sob she would have made as she felt herself explode within.  She was soaking the narrow gusset of her leotards and she could feel the top of her thighs growing wet as some of her moisture seeped out of the fabric and down her inner thighs.

"That will do for now," she gasped before turning to half run to her room where she could grip her crotch and come again, sobbing with relief as she relived the moment her father had sunk right down in front of her and kissed her shoe.

Becky lay on her belly softly crying when Simon stepped in.  He sat down beside her on the bed and sighed deeply as he reached out and stroked her hair.

"It's all right my little angel.  You can stop your crying, I'm not going to spank you," he told her.

Becky sniffed and sat up, wiping her eyes as she looked at her father.

"I'm sorry daddy," she sobbed quietly, going to him to press her little body up against his.

"That's all right," he repeated, his hands sliding round her, patting her back and stroking her hair before one seemed to fall by accident on her little tight bottom.

"It wasn't just Jenny.  I did say I'd be the slave," Becky murmured as she told the truth.

"It's OK."

"Are you going to spank me now? Now that you know I let her?" Becky asked.

"No darling.  I'm not going to spank you," he told her.

"He may not.  But I will!" Jennifer said from the doorway, her eyes light as she looked at her father with Becky cuddling him, her little legs astride his lap, one of his hands on her little rump.

They had turned their heads to look at her, their mouths open, their eyes wide, both so like and yet different.  And she felt so powerful, so alive.  She let them look at her, let their eyes slide down the tight leotard she wore, hesitating at her crotch to drink in the curve of her sex, so closely followed by taut nylon.

"Jenny," Becky wined. "I don't want to play anymore."

"Play time is over Becky.  This is for real. Isn't it Daddy?" Jennifer asked her father, her hands on her hips, her boy leaning aggressively towards him.

"That's a good boy Daddy," she grinned, her eyes sparkling as she watched him lick his lips and try to move Becky from his lap so she wouldn't feel his growing excitement.

"Daddy!?" Becky sobbed.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, but your sister is right.  We should do as she says," he gulped and licked his lips, trembling uncontrollably.

"That's right," Jennifer agreed, stepping forward, her excitement soaring at the look of adoration her father was giving her.  "And you're going to get a spanking for telling fib!" she told her little sister, her excitement heightened by the looks her father was giving her, especially to her breasts.  Without needing to look she knew the material had stretched and allowed her alabaster skin to show through.

"Hold her to you Daddy," she told her father while she stepped forward and, tugging up the back of her little sister's skirt, drew her pretty pink knickers down.

"You won't do it too hard, will you Jenny," Becky begged as her father gripped her round the waist, his breath becoming laboured as he held her skirt up off her little trim bottom.

"Just what you deserve," Jennifer told her, her hand already raised.

Simon watched her expression and felt his heart soar as Jennifer swung her arm round, her hand landing in a sharp slap across Becky's left cheek.

"Ouch! That's too hard!" Becky complained.

"Hush," he father told her, one hand round her back to hold her to him, another on her hip bone, pushing her bottom out towards the descending hand.

"Daddy!!" Becky cried, squirming in his grip as the pin of her sister's hands soured up her little twelve year old boy.

"Two more," Jennifer breathed, her eyes on the hand marks she'd created.

"Nooo!" Becky squealed as yet another slap made her squirm.

"One more Darling, just one more," her father was breathing hotly in her ear. 

She mewed, swivelling her bottom nervously, crying out as the last slapped into her, crying into her father's shoulder as he soothed her, gurgling and squirming as he stroked her flaming bottom and told her everything was going to be all right.

Jennifer waited in the sitting room, chewing her lip and pacing the small room while her father put Becky to bed.  The leotard continually rode into her anal crack, forcing her to hook a finger under the leg band to draw it out.  Her pussy felt so tender.  She trembled with the urge to touch herself, just two fingers drawing their nails up her firm lipped sex.  She was sure that would be all it took.

She heard her father coming downstairs and swallowed, her trembling growing.

Simon had had time to think. He'd taken his time putting salve on his younger daughter's lean buttocks, trembling when her breath had quickened and her legs had parted.  His fingers had been so close to her young pink lipped sex and hi eyes had seen the moistness within her slit.  He'd told her enough and rushed from the room to stand in the hallway and listen to her doing it to herself, hearing the bed move as she wound up, hearing her little sobbing cries, her sudden gasp and the silence that meant she'd attained her goal. 

He breathed deeply, controlling himself and thinking about Jennifer waiting for him downstairs.  It was too late to change things and deny what he was.

He entered the sitting room and looked at his elder daughter.  She looked so proud and arrogant, so exciting in her undersized leotard.  He couldn't remember getting down onto hi knees, but he was there in front of her, looking up at her face beggingly.

"What do you want?" she breathed.

"To be your slave," he sobbed. "Please Jennifer," he croaked, a trembling hand reaching out so nervously to touch her ankle, to hold her foot still so he could put his mouth down and kiss the crown of her foot. "Please," he breathed over the soft skin.

"You'll do everything I ask?" she gulped, the enormity hitting her.

"Anything," he trembled, his hand daringly stroking her calf, his head turning so he could lick her leg.

"You've done this before, haven't you?"

He nodded, his head bowed.

"Tell me what they made you do."

He told her of having to strip, of having to wear nappies and women's underwear, of having to serve his mistresses on his knees, to kiss and lick their privates, their bottoms.  Of acting as their bidet, cleaning them after others had enjoyed what he could never achieve, nor aspire to.

"I want to see you nude," she told him after a long pause.

He groaned.  He began to take his clothes off.  He didn't dare look up at her face, the beautiful face of his daughter and mistress.  He just quickly stripped, conscious of her waiting, of her breathing.  He pulled his pants off and fell to his knees again, his head bowed as he let himself be viewed.

Jennifer licked her lips and once gain considered pressing her fingers to her aching sex.  She'd never felt so excited, so alive.  Her father knelt right in front of her, his lean pale body on display, dark chest hairs and pubes in contrast to his pale flesh.  His cock stood out before him, a slender wand that made her mouth water and her sex flutter.

"Is that it?" she made herself sneer as her heart pounded. "That?!" she spat, kicking at it and feeling her pussy flood with excitement. 

He sobbed and begged her forgiveness.

"Get me something I can hit you with," she spat. 

He ran away and Jennifer quickly laid back in the comfortable chair, spreading her legs achingly apart before pressing the flat of her hand to her open crotch.  With a picture of her nude father grovelling in front of her she felt her orgasm rush over her and welcomed it, letting it shake and toss her, letting it flood her crotch with wetness, extending it with a harsh rub of the sodden nylon gusset over her tender flesh, her palm pressed hard against her while her loins lifted, while her cunny contracted.

When Simon returned, breathless from a rush to his room where his belts lay, Jennifer was once more on her feet, just a flush to her skin and a shine to her eye to hint to anyone of her recent orgasm.  On his knees he held up the long length of inch wide leather and Jennifer took it and licked her lips.

Jennifer licked her lips as she sat on the edge of the couch's arm rest and spread her legs.  On his knees Simon quivered as he watched his sixteen year old daughter spread her legs and pull her gusset to one side.

"Here boy.  Come drink from your mistress," she breathed, her voice breaking.

His breath hurting him Simon rushed forward to reverently put his mouth to her damp and humid crotch, delicately licking the slender labia, timidly extending his tongue for the richer, sweeter flavour between the young lips.

"Good boy," Jennifer managed to gasp, then lifted the belt, the buckle in her hand, and swung it over her shoulder so it would land across the whole of his back and buttocks. 

It seemed to roll down his back to whip savagely round his buttocks and land with a surprisingly loud crack against his flesh.  The reaction was good too, forcing his head into her crotch and his breath through her labia.  She bit her lip and tried to keep herself still as she came yet again, her father sobbing between her legs as he dutifully licked her fine rain.

"Yes!" she gasped, grinning as she brought the belt down again, this time prepared for the press of his mouth and the flood of his hot breath through her sex.  She grinned in triumph and delivered another, pleasure soaring as his nose rubbed her defenceless clitoris.

"Go on!" she spat, bringing the belt down with all her strength while spreading her legs for him.  She came once more, keening while dropping the belt to press her father's head to her crotch, holding him tightly to her as bright lights, bells, whistles and fireworks erupted through her body.

Jennifer pushed him away and got a grip of her still trembling body.  Her father whimpered at her feet, turning to timidly slide his tongue over her shoes.

"You haven't come?" she asked yet knew.

"I'm not permitted to until my Mistress allows it," he breathed, yearning for it.

"Go on then," she gulped. "On the carpet where I can see it.  You can lick it up afterwards," she told him, her mind craving it.

Simon sobbed and turned on his side, his eyes fixed to his daughter's lovely legs, daring to look as high as her pale thighs.  His fist moved back and forth with a quickening pace until, with a gasp, he erupted.  Long streams of sperm arched to the carpet. His body jerked with each fresh pulse until he lay limp and exhausted, breathing deeply.

"Go on.  Lick it," Jennifer told him, a finger slipping between her labia, sliding along the shaft of her clitoris.  Her father lovingly licked the trail of his own sperm and Jennifer pressed her finger hard to her love button, shaking as a fresh wave of pleasure swept through her, no longer caring if her father saw her or herd her coming.

It was the morning after.  Becky glanced at him as he entered the kitchen, then looked down at her bowl of serials, her face warm.  Jennifer sat in her mother's place and calmly buttered her toast.

He took a seat and poured himself some tea before clearing his throat.

"About last night," he started to say, his eyes on the tea pot in the centre of the table.

"There's nothing to say," Jennifer told him.  Their eyes met and Becky felt as if an hour had passed before her father timidly lowered his and mumbled that it didn't matter.

Jennifer took a calming breath and smiled at her little sister.

"Things are going to change in this household," she told Becky as she reached out to pull a stray strand of hair behind the young girl's ear.

"I can play too, can't I Jenny?" Becky asked eagerly.

"Oh yes," Jennifer smiled.

"But I don't want to just be spanked.  That's not fair."

"Would you like to spank someone instead?"

"Oh yes!" Becky grinned. "But who?" she wondered.

"Well, Daddy wasn't very nice last night, was he? Holding you like that!" Jennifer grinned.

Becky blushed and glanced at her father, unsure of what his reaction would be.  He was blushing and his hand shook as he lifted his teacup, but he wasn't saying anything.

"Does he need a spanking?" Becky giggled at her daring, her whole body tingling with her excitement.

"I think so," Jennifer grinned, glancing at her father, her excitement flaring as she saw him meekly sipping his tea, his face warm, his hands shaking.  She licked her lips and, heart pounding, slid her hand under the side of the table to slip it along his thigh to his crotch.  He shook all the more as she traced his erection, his eyes lowered while she grinned in elation.

"Come on, let's get you ready," she told her father, taking him by the hand and leading him upstairs.

Becky ran upstairs as she heard her name called and, her heart pounding, entered her sister's room.

Jennifer was there, holding the belt she was to use on her father. But it was her father who got her attention.  He was stood in a corner of the room with his hands on his head, just as Jennifer had often made her wait.  What made her eyes grow wide was that he'd taken all his clothes off and now wore one of Jenny's knickers, a pale pink pair with white lacy edging.  The thin fabric was stretched tight around his bum and Becky licked her lips as she tried imagining what it looked like round the front.

"You may turn and walk towards us now," Jennifer called.

Becky gasped as her father turned to them.  His thing was so big it was stuck out the top of the little knickers, the tight waistband holding it against his belly.  It seemed to be leaking too, his hairy belly where the bulbous head lay glistening with stickiness.  On top of all that he had a gag in his mouth and Becky clutched at herself as she realised it was the pair of knickers she'd but in the wash-basket last night.

"Wow Daddy!" she gasped.

"You can't spank him like that," Jennifer told her.

"Can't I?"

"No.  You need to be just in your knickers," Jennifer told her.

Becky considered it and licked her lips.  Her Daddy would see her growing titties, her lean belly and tiny waist.  Which seamed fair really, seeing as how he was nearly nude, and her soiled knickers in his mouth too!

Giggling and blushing brightly Becky shed her clothes and faced her father and sister, face burning and nipples slowly extending, a lovely warm feeling between her legs she now associated with sexual excitement.  She giggled in front of her father as she saw his thing lurch and playfully cupped her budding breasts and pulled at the cherry red nipples until they ached pleasantly and made her pussy swell.

"Here," Jennifer told her, giving her the belt, then going to their father to lead him to the bed.

Simon swallowed, the flavour of his young daughter's soiled panties sliding down his throat.  His cock lurched, the stretched waistband of the little girl's knickers beginning to hurt around the underside of his shaft.  He moaned softly as Jennifer smiled up t him, her hand on his arm as she guided him to the side of her bed.  

"Opps!" she grinned, looking up at him with a flushed face. "Can't have these on, now can we?" she grinned, her fingers on the panties he wore, curling to get a grip on them, pulling them down.  He sobbed and closed his eyes, well aware that both girls were looking at him, at his cock as it stood out of him.

"There!" Jennifer smiled, the little pair of panties now half way down his thighs.

"You may lie on the bed now," she told him.

He did so, gulping s his body pressed his cock into the covers.  The friction made him groan with pleasure while the thought of what was to come made him pant.

"How many Jenny?" Becky asked as she took a deep and steadying breath.

"Six," she breathed, her eyes on her father's pale buttocks, short dark hairs escaping the cleft, his legs slightly apart, enough to let her see his hairy balls.

Becky licked her lips and lifted the belt.  She'd curled about a third of it around her hand to create a handle of sorts.  The last twenty inches of broad but thin leather swung through the air with a feint sound of moving air to land with a loud splat across both his bottom cheeks.

The sound caused a flair of excitement in both girl's sexes while Simon felt the sharp pain of it's landing followed by a wave of heat through his bottom.  His back arched as the sensations bit deep and he sobbed with a mixture of conflicting senses as, arched, he pressed his cock against the bed.

The second struck just below the first and Simon gasped through his nose and trembled, his eyes closed to better experience the sensations swarming up from his bottom.

The third took him by surprise and he cried out into his gag, groaning immediately afterwards, his closed eyes not letting him see Becky lick her lips and shyly rub the apex of her slit through her knickers while watching his bottom squirm and brighten.

Simon trembled as the fourth landed, his body jumping and tossing in an effort to accept the burning heat accumulated inside his raw bottom.  He was snorting through his nose and sucking on the gag in his mouth, his hands tightly gripping the covers beneath him.

The fifth made him squeal into the gag and rear up.  His legs kicked the air and Becky licked her lips and fought for breath as she spread her legs and slid her fingers further between them, seeking out the wet patch to press it against herself.  With her other hand she lifted the belt for the last time and, licking her lips, brought it down, her fingers pressing into her softness as the leather landed.

While Simon sobbed into his gag his younger daughter was squeezing her legs together over her fingers, rubbing them fiercely against herself as wave after wave of pleasure flew over and through her. Sobbing with her pleasure she let herself slide down onto the carpet, there to pant and suck in fresh breaths while her pussy tingled pleasantly with the aftershock of her orgasm.

"Turn over," Jennifer told her father, lightly slapping his red bottom to get his attention.

Simon groaned as his tender bottom slid onto the covers, his cock once more rearing into the air.

"What? Not come yet?" she teased.  She put her hand around the shaft, squeezing it tightly, grinning as her father sobbed, hiding her rising pleasure as it pulsed hotly in her fist.

"Want to come?" she teased, tugging at the tight stretched flesh of his shaft.  He mumbled in his gag, his eyes wide, begging her.

He licked her lips and slid her hand down the burning hot shaft of flesh, feeling it pulse and throb, feeling it lurch as her fingers encircled the head, then slid down again.

"Come for your little baby," she grinned.

Simon lifted his loin, arching from the bed as he felt himself come.  His tongue licked his little daughters soiled gusset and his elder daughter squeezed his pulsing cock, pulling on it until the last drop of seed had erupted across his chest and belly and his balls ached from emptying so quickly.

"Come on Becky.  Let's leave our father to clean himself up," Jennifer told her little sister, leaving her to follow her into her own room.

Becky's bedroom was the smallest of the three and decorated in pink and floral patterns.  Jennifer undid her skirt and pulled her knickers down, her breath quickening as she saw her little sister watching her.

She lay on her little sister's bed and spread her legs.

"Come here," she told Becky. The young girl was staring at her furry pussy and Jennifer could feel herself growing more and more aroused. 

Becky sat beside her big sister, blushing hotly while Jennifer took her hand and led it between her legs.

"Rub me," she breathed, her body beginning to tremble.

Becky licked her lips and gently traced the wet lips, drawing the silken hair apart to better expose the flushed pink flesh.  Jennifer had relaxed back, an arm over her eyes and her glistening lips half open as her breath quickened.  Becky licked her own lips and cautiously spread her sister's more adult sex, curiosity overcoming nervousness as she gazed down at the more mature clitoris sticking it's vermilion head from its hood, standing above a trough of glistening pink wetness. 

Gulping for breath nearly as much as her sister was, Becky held the tiny inner lips apart and gazed in awe at Jennifer's open vagina, the entrance swimming in wetness, the skin a rich dark pink.

"In me!" Jennifer panted, lifting her crotch.

Becky gulped and obediently pressed a finger into her sister's hot wet vagina, gulping s she felt the shaft ripple and tug at her digit.

"Yes!" Jennifer gasped, a hand taking Becky's wrist to push it more harshly to her crotch.  She rubbed it against her for the moment it took to take her over the edge, then held it there while her orgasm took over her body, washing her out and leaving her exhausted on the bed.

In Jennifer's bedroom Simon pulled the little blue knickers from his mouth and licked his lips, swallowing the feint taste, all that was left of the pungent flavours first there.  He inhaled what was left of her scent and slid the slender gusset down his chest, picking up his pearly seed as it slid lower and lower.  His breath quickening he slid the little garment around his cock and sobbed with delight.  He was rock hard all over again, his balls tight and his knees weak.  The material felt so good, the damp cotton made even slimier with the addition of his seed.  He gasped and thrust his cock forward, his hand reaching forward to accept his seed, a fresh pool of warm wetness.  He pressed it to his mouth and swirled it around before swallowing, then sat on his tender buttocks to wait for his Mistress, certain that she'd return, trembling with thoughts of what she'd want of him.

"Is he really our slave?" Becky asked yet again, lying beside her sister, Jennifer's fingers keeping her constantly aroused with light sliding touches of her young budding breasts and nipples.

"Just as you are my slave, so he's ours," Jennifer told her, watching Becky's nipple begin to extend yet again from its timid pink base.

"And we can make him do whatever we want?" Becky breathed, her thighs squirming together.

Jennifer grinned as she nodded. "He told me he's acted as a toilet for someone."

"No!" Becky gasped, trying to imagine it. "Poo and everything?" she gulped.

"I didn't ask," Jennifer shrugged.

"Will he do it for you?" Becky asked.

Jennifer considered it and licked her lips.  If she was truly his mistress, then he should accept everything.

"Come on," she told her sister, climbing from the bed and straightening her skirt before stepping across the hall to her own room.

Simon looked up as the door opened, gazing adorably at his elder daughter for a moment, then humbly climbing down onto his knees to reach forward to touch her feet.

"You said last night you'd do anything," she reminded him as Becky also entered, still only in her knickers, her face and chest flushed as she watched her father grovel in front of her elder sister.

"Yes," he gulped, beginning to tremble as he guessed she meant to test him.

"Then I want to use you as a toilet," she told him, her breath quickening, her pussy growing damp.

"In my mouth or over my body?" he trembled.

Jennifer licked her lips and shot a glance at Becky who was standing flushed beside the door, a finger gently stroking her pointed nipples.

"Your body. Both of us!" she gulped.

Simon sobbed as he stretched himself out on the floor and turned over for them, spreading his arms and legs, leaving himself open to whatever they wanted.

"No. Not on my carpet," she blushed.

"In the bathroom?" he queried, his voice quivering.

"On the floor. And you can clean it up afterwards," she grinned.

Simon once more stretched himself out on the floor, the tiles cold on his back, comfortingly cold against his bottom.  He stared at the light and listened to his girls giggle as they undressed, conscious of their heavy breathing matching his own as the last piece of clothing dropped away.

"Who's first?" Becky asked.

Jennifer licked her lips and stepped forward.  Her father's eyes turned to look at her and for a moment she felt fear.  Then she saw the adulation in his eyes and grinned, drawing in breath to make her proud teenage breasts rise still further, sucking her stomach in so her Venus mound would take on even more prominence.

She straddled her father's trunk, her sex opening as she felt him looking at it.  Thoughts of just peeing on him were swept away by the new feeling of power she felt and she turned to present him with her back and bottom.  She grinned and squatted, leaning forward over his hard manhood, her hands on his hard and masculine thighs, her breath quickening s she concentrated on her bowels, on emptying them.  Her breath quickened and she sobbed as she felt herself pass the point of no return.  Becky gasped and her father sobbed.  She bit her lip and flung her head back, her eyes closing as her stool slid slowly, majestically from her open anus.  Gulping she let her bladder open, half conscious of spraying his cock and balls, feeling the spry on her thighs and legs, even her wrists.  She breathlessly swivelled her crotch and sobbed s she wet herself nearly as much as her father.  Her urine gone she squeezed her rectum again, biting her lip as she felt another length of stool pass out of her, her face brightening as wind floated out of her with a soft sound to fill the air with her anal scent.

She rose.  Her father was panting, his cock still hard as he gazed at the two lengths of brown stool lying on his belly.  She went to get a tissue and heard her father croak a no.  She looked down at him, watching him lick his lips and beg her to let him clean her.

In a daze she squatted once again, her open bottom held towards his face.  She gulped as his fingers pulled her bottom further part, her face burning as she exposed her most private place to him.  Then his mouth was on her, licking her anus, forcing his tongue into her, licking, slurping. 

With a loud cry Jennifer pushed her hand to her sex and let her orgasm explode.

Becky blushed as she straddled her father's face and presented him with her near hairless little slit. She opened herself delicately, her breath quickening as she drew nearer to the moment.

"Here Daddy," she whispered, moving slightly forward.

His mouth opened and engulfed her open vulva.  Her urine was a hot gush of liquid into his mouth, a fiery flame down his gullet.  On and on, bubbling out over his chin and neck while she sighed loudly, final little spurts over his tongue as he lifted it to lick her clean.

"I want you downstairs in half an hour and ready to take us shopping," Jennifer told him as she steered Becky towards her room again.  And Becky blushed as she thought of the uses she'd be put to in the net half-hour, secretly pleased.