Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content, raceplay, and also non-consensual or reluctant sex.
Yao Zhigang pulled his keys out of the ignition. He leaned back in his seat and sighed. Another long day at work had come to an end. It'd be nice to finally get back to the cozy comfort of home. He closed the car door behind him and made his way up the steps of the walkway to the front door of his house.
As he closed and locked the front door behind him, a spark shot through his mind. Like a memory, or a sudden reminder. He undid his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and loosened his pants. Casting his clothing aside, he skipped up the stairs and down the hall to the bedroom, opening the door with caution.
The first thing his eyes fell upon was the sight of his eldest daughter Shujing on her knees, near the edge of the bed, on the side closer to the dresser. Her lips were wrapped around Tyler's cock, her head bobbing up and down, and... and...
His head spun for a second. Everything became fuzzy. His knees went weak, the hairs across his body stood on end in waves that travelled up and down his skin.
No. Not Tyler. He wasn't to refer to him by Tyler anymore. Tyler was just a twenty-something student. The former boyfriend of his daughter in college for a brief period, but nobody exceptional. Certainly not anyone that he'd want to have anything to do with his precious Shujing. He remembered sitting the boy down one time. He had given him quite the stern talking to. Told him that he was an unfit date for her. That she should be focusing on higher education, especially in her grad school years, rather than on American slacker boys without direction. Especially ones who played around with this silly nonsensical hypnosis. It was about as absurd as alternative medicine. No, the boy simply wouldn't do.
But this wasn't Tyler. No. This was Master.
Yes. Master. The very word summoned a deep eager feeling from within him. A small, cozy smile found a home on his face, and he allowed himself into the room as gracefully as his portly body would allow him to. He walked over to Master, his eyelids growing heavy and limp, slow to blink, and found himself at his knees, his palms placed neatly on his lap. Master glanced in his direction and gave a grin. Although it was a mischievous one, it sent a thrill down his back -- he had made Master
smile
. And even if it was a sinister smile, one where he was being smiled
at
, he still couldn't help but feel fuzzy. Proud.
Master reached into the bedside dresser and retrieved Yao's collar -- a thick leather one, secured with a small, silver padlock. He pulled it around his neck, cinched it snug, and applied the lock. As the small, metallic
click
echoed through the room, Yao's legs trembled. He felt his mind go fuzzy, coupled with the sensation of warmth rushing down his body.
Master wrapped a fist around Shujing's ponytail and lowered her head down around his cock. Her neck went limp, and her lips tightening, puckering up to kiss the base of his shaft. Yao felt his cheeks grow bright red as he watched, a cozy sigh escaping his mouth. Finally, Master let her go and watched her slide her lips up to curl around his tip. She gave it a loud, wet kiss and sat back, resting on her calves.
Master stood up and let his cock dangle over her face -- the thin line of saliva trailing down, slowly falling to rest across her cheeks, curling over the edge of her dark lips and across her inviting tongue. He motioned to Yao, snapped his fingers, and pointed towards the chair in the corner. Joy welled up within him, and he rose to his feet, a skip in his step, and made his way over to the chair. As he turned around to sit down, he looked up to find his daughter already propped up on all fours on the bed, her mouth still open and drooling, as she swayed her ass back and forth like a brainless, horny animal.
His legs trembled underneath him, and he struggled to lower himself gently upon the chair. As he watched Master climb up onto the bed and behind his daughter, he thought about how much he loved her. He had such a deep commitment to her success. It made him so proud to see how well she got along with Master -- a real man, an impressive figure of merit. A person who could make decisions with force and confidence, while at the same time remaining compassionate and caring. Somebody who always knew best; not just for Shujing, but for the whole family.
He remembered the first time he was allowed to watch Master fuck his daughter. It was just after a particularly strong hypnotic session -- a newly made part of their evening routine. He was ordered to stand straight and stiff, and gaze upon every aspect of her while it happened. He watched her open mouth, her fluttering eyelashes. He watched her shiny black hair rocking back and forth, her perky breasts -- her darkened nipples quite erect -- swaying with his every thrust.
And it made him feel so complete.
Now, sitting back, watching Master press his cock deep into his own baby girl soaking pussy -- how quickly she'd grown up! -- he felt that very same warmth. He felt his muscles relax, and he lowered himself further upon the dildo that was affixed to the seat. As he felt the base pressing against his cheeks and felt the slippery length of the shaft brushing against his prostate, the sound of Shujing moans filled the air, and his chastity cage twitched -- another loving present from Master. A small trail of precum oozed from his tip.
Such a useless, wimpy cucky cocklet
, the words echoed through his mind.
Never meant to touch such a beautiful woman ever again.
After all, with how much he adored his wife, how could he possibly believe that she deserved anything short of the very best?
It had filled him with so much worry when she had pulled him aside and giving him that talk on that fateful day several months ago.
He remembered how the words stung at first. But with time -- and with a little help from the swirling screen that Master had so generously provided as she spoke to him -- each sentence started to make more and more sense.
His little yellow cock was too small,
his wife had told him. Too stubby, too needle thin. She simply wasn't feeling sexual satisfaction from him anymore. He was so upset -- he wanted her to feel happiness. Anything for it. He cared about her so deeply. Which was why he was overjoyed when she heard her first suggestion.
"From now on, I'll be taking Master's cock inside me. His pure, white shaft is so much longer and thicker, and he's so much more energetic and younger. Each time he ravages my holes, I cum so hard. You understand, don't you?"
And he had nodded with sincerity. It hadn't even crossed his mind at the time that she'd slept with Master before, but looking back on it all, it just seemed perfectly natural. A woman has needs. And if he couldn't fulfill them, it was only right for her to pick an alternative.
And so, he sat there, motionless, in a dream, with the dildo deep inside of him. The only way he'd ever feel stimulation ever again. He sat quietly with a cozy smile on his face, his eyelids heavy, and listened to his daughter's moaning and panting grow louder. Her arms began to tremble, and after Master give her wide ass a firm slap, she finally gave. She let her face sink against the bed spread and began gripping the sheets. He watched as her eyes rolling back.
After about half an hour, she clenched up and let out a long, drawn-out moan. Yao felt his heart racing, felt himself tensing up. It all just felt so
perfect
to see his daughter and Master together as one -- the perfect fit for each other. Without any stimulation from his hands, he came hard, squirting his jizz through the slotted tip of his chastity cage -- just like every other time. He knew that Master would make him lap it up from the floor, but in the end, it was absolutely worth it.
Shujing collapsed into a sweaty heap on the bedsheets, gasping for breath, as Master's cock slipped out of her tight Asian pussy with a wet, noisy pop. He lowered himself down to her and wrapped his arms around her. A smile spread across her lips, and he kissed the back of her neck. Even from here, Yao could hear him whispering to her. "Good girl."
After a minute, Master got up, shuffled off the bed, and snapped his fingers towards Yao again. He shot up, dildo sliding audibly out of him, leaving him feeling vacant as he marched over to the two of them. Shujing's mind drew the connections like instinct, and she twisted herself into a sideways position, her legs spread and dangling over the edge of the bed. Yao knelt before her, with her gaping pussy at his eye level. His mind seized him, and he pushed his face forward, lapping away at his daughter's hole. His tongue touched his Master's cum, and his mind melted away. From years of practice, he made quick work of cleaning her out of every trace of Master's superior, youthful spunk. As he lapped away, he was vaguely aware of how blank and quiet Shujing was -- like an empty sex doll.
Never meant to pleasure another woman ever again,
the cozy, truthful words spoke to him from deep within his mind. He felt his locked up cocklet twitch and drool another thin line of precum as he ate her out with renewed vigor.
As though right on cue, the sound of the front door closing echoed from down the stairs.
"Oh Master, I'm home from the office~!" sang the cheerful voice throughout the home. The sound of footsteps scurrying up the stairs was finally coupled with the sight of Jing's appearance in the room. She wore nothing but an exceptional smile -- her hands folded behind her back, pressing her curvy chest forward.
His very own wife. Gorgeous and bare, with her brown, wavy hair tied up in a bun. Although very curvy, given her age -- with breasts that had swollen with time, and an extra larg tush -- she still had the vibrant facial features of a woman half her age.
She walked up before Master, idly waving her wide hips back and forth as she stood perched on her toes. And although she visibly struggled, she eventually gave in, resisting her urge to embrace him immediately, and fell to her knees before him as required. Master ruffled the hair on her head and stroked her bangs just enough to make her blush, before going to the dresser to retrieve her collar. He affixed it around her neck -- a similar one to Daddy's and Shujing's, but thinner, and secured with a silver, heart-shaped padlock -- just like one that might be found on a pretty princess diary.
