My Futa Life Ch 03 End

GIVING AWAY MY DAUGHTERS

I had gone back to work after the vacation. Michael and Mandi were shopping for sissies, and Jenny was getting the wedding setup. It would be at our estate this time. No need for the church. I needed to work hard to pay for all of this and the honeymoon for each of my daughters after. Michael would be away from me for 4 weeks. A week with each of our beautiful futa daughters.

The back of my mind kept saying that by the time he got home his ass would be destroyed. After Little Lynn was done with him, me fucking him would be like throwing a hot dog down a hallway. She was hung like a white futa. Or a horse...with penile implants.

Sure, I was proud that she was well hung, any futa mother would be. But recently, I was almost constantly hard, and I wanted to keep Michael all to myself.

After talking to my aunt about this, she solidified what I had been thinking. It was the incest that was turning me on. Mandi had nothing to do with it. She said that she was Tri-sexual, and when she kissed me it always turned her on. That made me feel like a bitch. I could never do it with a futa.

The incest kink I liked, was watching my daughters bellies grow with my husband's child in there. Maybe...maybe, seeing him be fucked by one of our daughters. Not sure.

The Wagner farm was desperate for castrated males, as they had a milking barn for all their females, ('cows', her words), and only wanted futa births. They needed males to work the fields. I had suggested better security, but they didn't want their security cameras hacked. I didn't ask anymore questions.

I started hunting for taller and stronger males (ponies, she called them), that were on the market. They were WAY cheaper then men like Michael. Twinks are now really expensive, even after the selective breeding programs.

If I finished this order, we'd have enough money to build four houses on our property, buy the sissies we needed, (post lactation, feminized, and trained), and pay for the honeymoon each of my girls deserved.

It was two weeks away. Hiding it from the girls was getting harder and harder. It was me that kept slipping up. Michael and the slaves were solid.

I pulled into the garage to see Jenny waiting on her knees for me. She had a butt plug in, so she was keeping Michael's load in her.

"Cute." I smiled a bit as I turned off the engine of the Lotus Exige. Michael turned me on to this car, I barely fit in it. But I loved it now. It was real work trying to climb out of it.

"Mistress welcome home! Mandi is finishing dinner, may I take your case to your office?" Jenny was in a good mood. My husbands dick did that to me too.

"Yes please do. And look up what the dash warning light "Maint-Required" means on a Lotus." I said as I handed her my briefcase. "Before that, meet me in the bedroom and help me dress for the house." I said smiling at the sissy.

"Mistress?" Jenny stood looking at my expensive heels.

"Yeah Jenny?"

"I can tell you what it means if you unlock the car. Before I became your sissy slave, I loved cars...when I was a boy." She stared at my heels like she was scared.

"By all means." I said and pushed the button on the fob to unlock the car. Jenny went to the hood release and opened the back of the car. She pulled out a metal stick from the motor, looked at it. She then nodded. She closed the bonnet over the engine, and wiped her fingers on a rag the was hanging close by.

"Your car needs an oil change." Jenny reported from her knees.

"Off your knees little sissy! Take my case to the office and dress me. How's my husband's mood?" I asked as she followed me through the house.

"Hungry Mistress. You were later than normal." She stated as she put some loose comfy clothes on me.

"Might be because he spent the day fucking your tight ass?" I asked.

"Just once. I finished buffing the floors early, and he said I deserved to cum Mistress, I belong to you, I should have...." She was getting nervous.

"Jenny. I'm glad my husband let you cum today. How many times?" I asked.

"I counted two, and then it was just a constant um..." Jenny couldn't fight the smile as she looked at the floor. I grabbed her chin and made her look up at me.

"Good girl. Keep my husband happy. Let's go eat!" I pushed her to walk in front of me.

"So I told the professor, 'If you aren't into futa, why are you STILL staring at my crotch!" Darla said. I had missed the setup, but the punchline was funny. The table laughed.

"Sorry I'm late! Big account. We'll need the money." I said as Jenny pushed in my chair.

"Pfft! Mom, we are doing fine. I invested in milk futures." Darla said as Mandi began to serve her plate.

I thought before speaking.

"That's great honey! But still, there are something I want to do on the property, and it will cost a few million." I said.

"That is going to be one hell of a heated swimming pool!" Cassandra laughed.

"Or a Yacht with a canal deep enough, all the way to the ocean." Deirdre added.

"Enough girls! It's a surprise." Michael calmed his daughters down. "Babe, what are you working on? Maybe we can help?"

"Human dairy farm. They need fixed males to work the fields. I'm guessing the Wagner's are breeding futa for the government, with sapien women, and milking them during and after repeated pregnancies. I need to find close to 400 ponies." I said after tasting the Alfredo pasta. I winked at Jenny. It was delicious.

"Mom, that's going to get harder the more time it takes. Queen Nadia is making a move on the Middle East, to shut down their oil operations once and for all. All the tall, strong men are being drafted!" LL said with her mouth half full.

"Manners!" Michael and I said at the same time.

"Love, Mandi and I can scour private sales on the net tomorrow. We might be able to round up 50, maybe 60 a day." Michael said. Mandi nodded. She was allowed to sit at the table now, instead of eating on the floor near us. Jenny just got the same privilege, wearing a silver collar. The girls had no clue what that meant.

"I could use the help honey. Thank you both." I said.

"Anything for you Mistress." Mandi said.

"What she said." Michael smiled pointing his thumb at Mandi.

"Girls? How was your day?" I asked.

As Mandi and Jenny cleaned up after dinner, the rest of the family went to the theater room to watch a movie. "Purge 12: Death by White Futa Cock"

During one quite gory scene, Michael said in sing-song: "Not the worst way to die!" He giggled. The girls and slaves laughed.

"Daddy's such a WHORE for futa cock!" Deirdre said as she shoveled buttered popcorn in her mouth.

Not sure why I did it. But her word, "whore", enraged me. I got off the couch and slapped Deirdre.

"YOUR FATHER IS NOT A SISSY WHORE!" I hit her again. I was about to do it a third time but Michael and Darla pushed me away.

"What the fuck Anna Lee?" Michael pushed me so I fell sitting on the couch. Mandi paused the movie.

I shook my head hard.

"I'm sorry Deirdre, I don't know why I did that. What you said was awful, but..."

"There's no way!" Michael said. "She's in the change!??"

"Dad?" Darla asked.

"Go fetch a blood pregnancy test. There should be some in Mom's bathroom." I said.

"Jenny, you heard your Master." Darla ordered. Jenny got up and raced up the stairs.

"I can't be pregnant Michael. I'm 47!" I said as he sat next to me on the couch. He held me to him. Deirdre was rubbing her face. She was looking at her father for sympathy.

"Deirdre, you deserved it. I thought you respected me!" Michael stared down the futa a foot taller than him. His gaze made her melt under his Alpha Male power. He still had it.

"It was a joke Daddy! I'm sorry!" She seemed wounded more by his words than my slaps.

"I don't want to see you right now! Go to your room!" He barked harshly. She was sobbing all the way up the stairs.

"Daddy, that was a bit harsh!" Cassandra said. My husband turned to his slave and waved her to come to him. Mandi knelt between our legs on the floor.

"Mandi, what was the book Darla and I wrote, and we taught to the girls when they were little?" He asked.

"We are not that different." Mandi said.

Darla began reciting lines that she had written with her father. A book to teach futa girls that sapiens were people, just like futa.

"Just because I am stronger, taller, bigger, faster, and smarter, doesn't mean that humans are not more loving, caring, understanding, tolerant, and forgiving." Darla recited from memory.

"Go upstairs and tell your sister that again. As you know the whole book from memory, recite the whole book." Michael ordered our eldest.

"Yes daddy." Darla almost crashed into a running Jenny on the stairs. She handed Michael the pregnancy test

"Hold still." My husband said as he used the test to poke my finger. The blood went onto the litmus paper and he fed it into the reader.

IN DIERDRA'S BEDROOM

"You stupid Futa! Daddy is 10 seconds away from agreeing to marry all four of us and you call HIM, OUR LOVING!! PERFECT FATHER!... A WHORE!!?" Darla reeled back and punched Deirdre in the gut as hard as she could.

Deirdre folded in half and landed on her bedroom floor. She was trying to inhale but she couldn't.

"If I had been mother, I'd have hit you with a closed fist Deirdre! Daddy nor Cassie, not even giant LL would have stopped me." Darla heaved.

"Daddy wanted me to remind you of something so as you gasp for air, listen close. If you don't, I will remove your balls, got me? Nod if you understand!"

Deirdre nodded.

"My Mommy and Daddy are different. One is big and one is small..." The story was about 6 minutes long, and Deirdre began to cry and recite it with her sister as she remembered it.

"Did I fuck everything up?" Deirdre asked from the floor after her sister recited the book that taught them that Sapiens were supposed to be equals.

"I don't know. You need to act like a sissy and get on your knees and beg forgiveness." Darla advised. She helped her sister to sit next to her on Deirdre's bed.

"Do you really think that he was close to being our husband?" Deirdre wiped her eyes.

"Mom keeps talking about how we are short on funds. They are planning something big, little sister. I know what I'M hoping for." Darla looked into her sisters brown eyes.

"Go. Go downstairs and kneel like a slave in front of Daddy and mom. Apologize to them. Get the apology out before Daddy tells you to get off your knees. It will take only seconds after he sees you like that. So speak fast." Darla warned.

"What do I say?" Deirdre asked.

"Wow! If you don't know, I can't help you." Darla got up and went downstairs. She shook her head in disbelief. Deirdre got the tits and ass, but not the brains.

THEATER

Darla walked past us heading toward the kitchen as Mandi watched the pregnancy test.

"Dad, Mom! You want another beer!" Darla yelled.

"Grab one for all of us, I think we'll need it!" I yelled back.

"Not if it comes up positive Mistress." Mandi stated.

"Shush you!" I chided kissing her cheek.

Jenny took the beer from Darla's hand and chugged it. Michael took his and Mandi's beer and set them on the table. The test was at 98% reading. 4 seconds till we found out.

Four seconds. In that four seconds I decided I wanted to keep Michael all to myself if I was pregnant. I wanted to make love to his ass, before work, after work, after dinner and before bed. I wanted to feed him my cum every morning, starting his day with a slight high, and a ton of energy. Just like we were in our 20's.

That dream was shattered when Darla sat next to me and said:

"We all really hope Daddy will marry and breed us mom. Deirdre will be on her knees to apologize and save Daddy's opinion of her."

The test came out Positive. I set my hand on my eldest daughters knee. With tears in my eyes because of that I was going to have another futa daughter by my husband, I was also hurt that I would have to share him.

Michael ran outside. We could hear him screaming, probably to Mother Earth, his Goddess, that he thankful he was going to be a dad again.

"Everything will be just fine Darla. Your father is close to a decision." I said and kissed her lips. Her eyes went wide, and my dick got hard. I wanted to feel my daughters lips around my cock!!

"Pregnancy hormones honey. I'm sorry." I apologized to my eldest.

"Wow Mom! My first kiss! It was amazing! I'm hard as a rock!" She looked into my lap and lowered her voice. "You are too!"

"Too much in one day!" I sighed faking amusement. Just then Deirdre knelt in front of me.

"Where's Dad?" Darla asked. "She wants to apologize to you both."

"Probably kissing the trees in the orchard honey. Mandi?" I looked at the grinning sissy. She was happy I was pregnant.

"Find your Master please and tell him I need him." I said.

"At once Mistress."

The naked sissy bolted out of the room, while my daughter stayed on her knees crying quietly.

"Get off of your knees!" Michael said walking in the door.

"Michael come sit, your daughter has something to say." I pat the spot next to me. He did and Deirdre wiped her eyes.

"I'm an idiot for making that horrible joke..."

"Apology accepted. Get off your knees and give me a kiss sweet Deirdre." Michael didn't let her finish. Deirdre jumped into his lap and kissed him on the cheek as he wrapped his arms around her slowly swaying. It was something they used to do when she was younger.

"Shall we finish the movie?" LL asked. My daughter the sadist. She wanted to see what happened to small men and women when a cock like hers had no restrictions.

"I don't mind. Deirdre you sit between us. Dad and I have had the farts since the Mexican last night. That's your punishment." I said only half joking. Her sisters and the two slaves laughed as Deirdre made a disgusted face.

"Make love to me Anna Lee!" Michael moaned that night. He was already gluing us together as I pushed deeper. He'd cum twice already, It had been 4 minutes! His prostate had to be close to empty as my stomach was covered in his cum.

He felt so great on my cock, his orgasms were milking me again. How did missionary never get old? I kissed him, and tongue wrestled with him as I fired my seed deep into his guts.

We stayed there kissing as his cock finally stopped oozing. Mine began to retreat so I rolled over to my back and handed him a towel to keep my cum from getting on the bed.

"You mad at Deirdre still?" He asked me while catching his breath.

"No. I understand why my emotions and sex drive are all over the place now." I said.

"Good. Looking back at the joke it was kinda funny." He said and giggled. "I'm a whore to your cock!"

"Yeah and four more soon." I smiled and elbowed him lightly. "You are going to be a very busy man!"

"I'm busy now! I thought I was supposed to be pampered!" He laughed, then looked at me a bit more serious.

"Look at the bright side, Jenny will love getting you in her ass. I'll tell Mandi that you might need her from time to time." He started to get up to drain and clean himself I guessed. I went into the shower with him.

"I might. Just to take the edge off." I said as he squatted, and cleaned my cock with his mouth. I could see my seed going into the drain from his perfect ass. He was gentle and I stayed limp. We washed up and went to bed.

Mandi and Michael found over 200 hundred men to help fill the order for Mistress Wagner in just a week. I had to organize our recovery vans and pick them up from all over the state, some from out of state. They also had bought and put into training 4 more sissies. They were going to cost a LOT after the body modification, and training. They would be wedding gifts to each of his new wives. They would be the personal slave to each of my daughters. Mandi and her Beta sissy, Jenny would supervise and train them to our families wants and needs.

Now it was only a week away.

Michael scheduled a dinner out with each of our daughters individually. He booked restaurants and activities that was catered to each daughter. Darla was an art museum, and Italian. Deirdre was roller coasters and Mexican. Cassandra was a play, and seafood. Lynn was a gore movie and steaks.

They each had to hide the ring from their younger siblings as all of them accepted his proposal.

That week, I worked him over. Fed him breakfast from my balls, then spun him around and fucked my husband stupid before work. After work, made love to him. After dinner, again. Before bed, again. I wanted him to remember who his first wife was.

I got to hand it to him. He must have been sore, but he treated each time as if it was the first time.

A massive construction crew arrived on the Friday morning after Lynn accepted his proposal. They started the clearing and plumbing instillation. By the following Monday, they were pouring driveways to each house, and the foundations.

The wedding was on Sunday. It was Saturday. I had a talk with my girls about Michael's kinks, likes and dislikes.

"He hates oatmeal. Feed him from your cock. Especially important on your first morning together. He'll absorb your hormones and be attached to you for life. Still, any morning he is in your home. Feed him from your balls. He loves that for breakfast.

Be gentle with him at first. He tightens up rather fast. Use plenty of lube even if he throats your cock first. Lynn, don't go balls deep unless he asks you to.

Have your slave make what he wants for dinner, not what you want. You want your night with him to be perfect every week. You'll ask him, and he will say "Whatever you are in the mood for." Don't let up till he tells you what he is actually craving. He'll break eventually. It's best to distract him with beer and sports or a movie. That makes it easier to get the truth out of him.

Sunday, breakfast, and dinner are always going to be here in the main house. Your Husband will always be with me Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Monday morning he goes to Darla's, and on down the line. Friday morning he comes back to me. Unless one of you is sick, in labor, or other emergency. Then your husband will be at your house.

His slave Mandi travels with him. Where he goes, she follows. I don't want to hear any of you grumbling that Mandi is bossing your sissy around. That's her job. She's the Alpha sissy. When you buy your own nannies or sissies, she'll be in charge of them too. If you have an issue with one of your slaves, tell your father and he'll tell Mandi. Are we clear?"

"Yes Mother." The girls said at once. They were serious and listening close.

"Your husband will want to clean you after you have made love. It's okay. He just wants to take care of the cock that gave him such pleasure. He has no issue with ass to mouth or even eating ass. He's very oral. So your little clit might get visited quite a bit. Know that he wants you to be in bliss, like a husband would feel if not living with OUR family.

I would suggest to the four of you, that your first time with him be missionary. Put his knees on your shoulders and kiss your husband as you enter him. As much as he likes to be fucked prone and doggy, he will want to make love the first time. And yes, prone is the best. He's so tight, and his butt..."

I couldn't help but smile.

"What else mom?" Cassandra asked.

"He sleeps with a fan on. He has really bad insomnia. So go buy powerful one and set it on the right side of the bed. Your Father...I'm sorry, husband to be, had a very hard childhood. His father used to beat him for any slights he committed while his dad was at work. He would get home two hours after Michael would be in bed. He'd be woken being whipped by his fathers belt.

Oh and sometimes when he's about to wake, he'll rock on his side to go back to sleep.

Keep your fridge stocked with beer. That also helps him sleep. Mandi will have his other meds with her. She is his body slave, and takes care of his well-being rather well." I let that all sink in to my daughters thoughts.