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,
