My story of submission continues with a special night orchestrated by my 20 year old daughter Cassie. Last Saturday she had me pick her up from home instead of her and her boyfriend coming to my place for an afternoon of me serving as their cuckold.
Cassie was wearing a new outfit, which was normally the case as she pretty much had carte blanch with my credit card. She told me she had made reservations at the Bistro. . . the most expensive restaurant around. She promised that tonight would be unlike any other I was used to. My tiny dick was hard just thinking about what demented perversion I was in store for.
I had come to realize that my daughter was ten times more wicked than her mother ever had thought of being to me as I served as her cuckold daddy.
We arrived at the restaurant and were shown to a secluded circular booth in the back corner. Cassie was a lovely young woman who looked much older than her twenty years would indicate and it was obvious of course that our arrival together was a father taking his daughter out to dinner for a special occasion.
Shortly after we were seated another "guest" arrived. A large thirty something black gentleman arrived at the table and was introduced to me by Cassie as her new "friend" Jason. He shook my hand and sat down to the right of Cassie so that we were each on one side of her.
Cassie explained that her and Adam had been having troubles and she was expanding her horizons and was about to expand my horizons as well. She had met Jason on a swingers website and he was an experienced "Bull" who had served as a dom to other white couples and was quite good at servicing hot wives, or in this case, a hot daughter while her daddy would serve them as their cuckold.
I was in shock. I had always fantasized about my ex fucking one or more black men while I watched but watching my daughter's tight young pussy get destroyed by a BBC had not been in the discussion before. I was about to find out evidently what it was like to watch my daughter go black while I watched helplessly.
The waiter came and went and took our order for drinks and appetizers. He did not even think about carding my daughter as she easily looked to be about 25 years old. It was also becoming apparent to me that the waiter knew Jason. Something about the way they spoke to each other, a nod and wink, not sure but I took it to understand that they knew each other and the waiter seemed to be privy to what was about to take place that evening.