Daddys Girl 104

DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% a work of fiction. It depicts sexual activity between related adults, one of the two, a transwoman. If you are offended and this is not your cup of tea, please stop reading!

I'm just trying out a couple of short stories under different categories and tastes. Hopefully you like this one. Enjoy.

Arthur: A happily-separated 55-year-old Southern cattle ranch owner. He's a 6'1" dirty blonde, blue-eyed old cowboy with a few streaks of white on the side of his head, making him more foxy, as his ex-wife said. His body may not be as chiseled, but he is still a head turner, with his kind eyes and happy demeanor. His 10-inch weapon is something he is proud of besides his large gun collection. Although his high school sweetheart and him separated due to some insurmountable differences. They happily co-parented five happy and healthy boys.

Andy: Arthur's youngest, who lived most of his life as a boy but after reaching 23, he decided to transition after years of soul searching. He stayed with her mom in California, before going back to stay and help his Dad after he hurt his back. They have kept contact through chats and video calls but this will be the first time her Daddy saw his daughter in her full glory.

Arthur:

"My damned blasted back!" I cursed as I got out of the car. My doctor said, I just need to rest, but my youngest Andy, was coming home and I am not about to let her drive on her own.

He-She, well Andy was my youngest baby. And She was the smallest, looking more like my ex-wife. She was perfect but there are just somethings she can't give me. So, after trying for years we called it quits, we separated amicably and we took care of our kids.

I helped he buy a house in the city, so she can start again, and she stayed for years until our last child went to college. She found a new man and they moved to California, he's a swell guy for a city-slicker but as long as she's happy and he's good to my kids we are good.

Well things were all going smoothly until a little snag, my youngest son wanted to become a woman. At first I couldn't comprehend it, I went to church, to the doctor and to my computer, but I just grew more confused. Unsure of how to proceed and accept his choice we began to drift away, but noticing the spark in his eyes no longer there and my happy boy growing more sullen. Well, I just had to try to understand.

I only agreed when he told me we would take baby steps. So slowly, my acceptance grew the more I saw him becoming happier living life as a woman. It started with the dresses and shoes, then his hair and he took medicine to make his voice, softer his face and body more feminine.

At first I thought I was losing my baby boy, the kid I loved, but he was happy and I grew to accept it. I might not completely understand or accept but, as long as he-she is happy I'm fine.

Last we talked was him talking about surgery to be more womanly, and I just told her, "Don't change on the inside Andy. I don't care if you are no longer my son, but please--keep your self safe, you are my child no matter what. So don't be ashamed of who you were. I love you Andy, my baby girl."

Seeing off my child, this would be the first time I would see her again. My other children had spread all over the world, my oldest son, Austin, build his own house with his lover, Colin. I did not like him at first even if he is unskilled at any work concerning cattle, he is our accountant and an irreplaceable part of our family. Now if only they'd start giving me grandchildren.

My third son, Archie, like his brother married a man but he was a family man, he's raising horses and my two grandchildren in the ranch nearby. My second, Aaron, and fourth, Adrian, son have wives and children of their own so I am not worried about them. They are both office, workers. Aaron works is an accountant and the person who introduced Colin, while Adrian works with computers.

As long as they visit me and their mom I'm good. With Andy around Austin and I would have more than enough hands, but since Andy went away for a while, we are short, and I had an accident trying to fix the barn roof. I'm mostly good but my back would hurt once in a while, since I haven't finished my bed rest.

But with Austin and Colin out on their anniversary trip it's just me and a few farm hands. So there's nobody to bring my baby home. Andy volunteered to just take a cab, but I as long as I am able, I am not about to stop being their dad.

So gritting my teeth I got in my truck and drove to the airport. Distracting myself from the pain, I think of how Andy would look now, she stopped video calling and I missed seeing her. After the quick drive, I've reached the airport and in good timing, my phone rang.

Looking at the caller ID I quickly answered, "Hello, Andy. I'm just about to park the truck--" preparing the signal lights, I heard Andy talk, "Hey Dad, you can go to the loading area, I'm already here." her voice was more feminine than before so I was a bit surprised but I quickly answered,

"Alright baby. I'm heading there now." I said driving towards the place to pick her up. And there I saw my baby. My boy Andy was now a buxom beauty, just like his mom. I almost drove past her from the surprise. She waved at me smiling while holding on to her luggage.

Stopping just in time I unlocked the passenger seat and watched Andy open the door and say, "Hey Daddy. I'm home." I nearly choked as I blushed, when Andy tucked her hair behind her ear as she greeted me and got in the truck.

With my frozen tongue I said, "Andy, you're as beautiful as your mom, Baby." Smiling shyly she kissed my cheek and, "Thanks Dad. Let's go home."

Forgetting everything, even the pain from my back I drove home with my daughter, she talked about her experience and the surgeries she had.

"The just shaved off a bit of my voice box and so I still sound the same just more like when I was young. And then I had the doctor remove some of my body hair and readjust my hairline. That's pretty much it, I do want to look like your daughter and not anyone else." She smiled sweetly as she continued talking about her experience in the big city.

"But I am still working on the ranch, Dad. I love working with you and Austin. So just because I'm your daughter, I'm no longer a cowgirl." She added laughing as she patted my arms. There was something else Andy was making me feel besides fatherly, something I never felt from anyone but my wife. Oh shit.

So, after driving home I helped my daughter with her luggage when, "God dang it!" I dropped her luggage while holding my back. Andy quickly rushed towards me steadying me, her smell, floral and sweet, tranquilizing the pain, said worriedly, "What happened with your back Dad? I thought you were already better."

Her voice filled with worry, so I replied reassuring her, "I'm fine, Andy, I just need more rest. You can even see the doctor's notes." With an exasperated sigh, she helped me in the house while holding her luggage, "I'm not a damsel in distress, Dad. I can take care of myself." As I was about to raise a comment. "I know, you'd do it for my brothers' too because you're going to always be our dad. But we're grown adults now, we can also take care of our Daddy. So let us."

Sighing in surrender I could only say, "Fine, kid. Just help me upstairs." Andy left her luggage in front of her room and helped me up the stairs. Then she looked at the doctor's note on my study table, before asking, "Where's your pain medication and the cream for the bruising?" I said, "The side drawer." before even thinking then I remembered why I don't let my children look at my side table.

Andy looked shocked and flushed as she saw the black dildo inside my wrong side table. "Um. Other side table Andy." I said blushing. Andy quickly closed the side table before getting my medicine in the other table. I said as Andy passed me my medicine, "Please let's pretend you saw nothing of that." Andy nodded, red from her cheeks to the tip of her ears.

She quickly got me a glass of water for my medicine before saying a brisk goodnight and kissing my cheek and went to prepare for bed.

I prayed to god the moment is erased and in the morning, just like nothing had happened the night before. We greeted each other while my daughter fixed me a plate of what she was cooking, just like before.

Everything was just like before, except for Andy becoming my daughter, now however, I feel restless when men, even my farmhand looked at her. They were just appreciative looks but since we rarely see women work with cattle, and I trust my men since their gazes are more like fathers or just platonic awe.

Also, I already had a talk with them and they all knew Andy, treating her more or less the same. The problem however is me. Andy is acting the same as the same like before. Taking care of his share of the chores, helping with the house, and interacting with everyone she knew since she was a child.

The issue with her acting the same is far more dangerous for me, especially with how beautiful she became. Her habit of leaving her door open when changing or sleeping is still the same. Since she grew up with her brothers her sense of modesty is very much like when she was a man.

However, as a father who is not used to seeing her womanly curves barely covered by her blanket as she sleeps. Or when she changes into her nightgown, her full breasts and wide hips sometimes--most of the times fully displayed.

I've warned her about locking her door or at the very least closing it. But more often than not, her door is wide open, and even as her father, my eyes wander. Never had they wandered when she was a man but now, I just can't help staring at the buxom beauty, preparing me breakfast, waiting on me like my ex-wife.

Or the moments when she's go out of the shower wearing that thin bathrobe. It was all just too much, so I had to call one of the girls to help me unload.

While I was alone at home my eldest son and his husband on their last week of vacation and my daughter helping the bull to stud the cows. I dialed a familiar number, she's a friend my ex-wife introduced to me. She's what can be called a professional, and she does anything a man would want.

And I need her to womanly charms and handle of toys to uncork the tension in my blue balls and back door. Just two rings and she answered, "Hey, Darla it's me, Arthur. I might need a little help again." Her voice was mellifluous, gentle, and very sexy, just like always.

Smiling at her same old business pitch and flirty compliments, I added, "I'm bringing my own toys again. Call you soon." With a click I hung up and got my things ready up stairs. Packing my harness, dildos, some whips and other paraphernalia that I might need in my leather duffel bag.

Quickly writing down a note for my daughter I went down stairs, quickly leaving the note on the fridge. However, just as I was about to go out the door pick up my phone and keys on the coffee table, I saw Andy, standing my way.

"Where are you going, Daddy?" She said with her hands on her hips, her face unreadable, except for her questioning crooked brow. It must be rhetorical since she continued her spiel.

"You should really put a harder password on your phone." Raising her hand with my phone scrolling though it. I froze, I have no doubt she was looking at my private photos. "Who is this Darla? Your 'fling'? Well it doesn't matter." Andy walked slowly towards me, her hips hypnotically moving side to side. Then she showed me a picture on my phone, it was me in bondage, getting fucked by Darla wearing a purple strap-on.

I gulped my face flushed, my heart beating hard, and my ears ringing. Andy moved closer, locking my phone, then sliding it on my back pocket. She stared up, while grabbing my ass, squeezing it tight with one hand, and rubbing my shoulder with the other.

"I can do all that and more for you instead. Especially since I have this." She whispered her hand on my shoulder, moving down at the hem of her flannel, then to the opening of her pants. Her zipper sliding open and freeing her hard cock. It was smaller than mine but it was just as thick and that pink glans, pearling precum. It was better than all the toys Darla can use on me.

"Go upstairs, clean up and be a good, Daddy. This daughter of yours is going to make your dreams come true." Pushing me back as she quietly ordered me, I went and followed, but in the middle of the stairs, I heard her voice, "Hey Dad here's a teaser before you go." She popped open her shirt reveling a lacy bra, and a quick single handed unstrapping, her large tits and pink nipples popped open, while she stroked her hard cock.

I ran up stairs, showered cleaned my hole and put on my studded-leather harness and leather cock ring and ball stretcher. My nipples that are usually undecorated are pierced with a studded hoop, and at the tip of my cock is my Prince Albert piercing. All my holes are also lubed plugged, my ass and my urethra.

My ass up in the air facing the door, waiting for my daughter to enter the door and make me her bitch. After a few exciting and excruciatingly long minutes I head the clacking of heals going up the stairs and stopping at my door. The door slowly opened and there was Andy, wearing a red corset and stilettos. Her hair flowing down her shoulders just atop the curve of her firm breasts, and a pierced hard cock between her curvy thighs. Her body was smooth and glossy, pink from the shower accentuating her domineering stature.

She has the perfect blend of her mother with a little bit of me. How this dominatrix came out of my vanilla ex-wife and her masochistic pig of a father, I would never know.

"Now my piggy daddy. My toes are a little cold, why don't you show me how a slave warms them up." She said her hand on her hips, a foot forward and with her cock like a beacon inviting me. So, after shaking my ass like a bitch in heat, I crawled down the bed. On my hands and knees, I knelt in front of her, bathing her toes in my spit before sucking each toe.

"Good boy, now on you back in front of the bed, show me your tail." Pushing me with her feet, I listened to her and followed. She sat on the edge of my bed with her legs crossed, looking down on my exposed body, like an eager to please dog, I shook my cock like it was my tail.

Smiling she uncrossed her legs before stepping on my balls, she pressed my stretched low hangers on the wood floor. She ground them like she was stepping on a cigarette. I mewled like a cat in heat as the delicious pain made my nipples hard and my cock shake excitedly.

From my balls she stepped on my cock pushing it against my pelvis. Crushing my cock and balls was not enough, and soon her pointed heels tugged my Prince Albert, tugging painfully hard. However, ass a masochistic pig I screamed in pleasure the further she pulled. Letting go and stretching, stomping and squeezing, she kept torturing my bitch cock and balls.

"Let me see inside your clitcock Daddy." Andy said, pulling hard on the urethral plug, the ribbed length nearly made me cum. But my precum flowed freely drenching my red, swollen cock and balls.

"Look at how big and puffy that cock hole is. Such a hungry hole from a hungry pig." She said with a quick jab from her feet. And in one fluid motion, her stiletto heel was fucking my loose cockhole.

Andy then began shoving her heels in and out my clitcock, alternating or even stuffing both heels in. I moaned and screamed like a cheap whore. And the feeling of cum gushing out my clit, I drenched her shoes and feet in creamy ball milk.

Tutting Andy pointed at her shoes and the floor, "Lick." And I began to clean her manicured feed and shoes, even the floor. I ate my cum while showing it to her.

"Good boy. On the bed ass up legs apart and hands behind your back." She commanded and I once gain swiftly followed. From the corner of my eye I saw her get a paddle. Slapping it against her hand she found it satisfactory.

My eyes followed her and moving to my right she drew the paddle back, then smack, again and again, as she berated me, "Why. Look. Else. Where. When. I. Am. Here. You. Maso. Chistic. Pig." Each hit, squeezing out a squeal from my piggy lips. Andy laughing but continuing after giving me a moment to breath. Then she started once again. "You. Are. My. Bitch. Got. It." Not looking or asking for answers she kept spanking my ass until it was raw and I was drooling on my bed, cum spilled from my cock once again.

As I was breathing hard Andy kicked me from the bed, before lying in the middle. "Make me cum with your pussy, you filthy bitch." She said commanding and I quickly rose from the side and unplugged my lubed gaping pussy. Straddling her, she told me to remove her stilettos and face her.

"Shake your ass and don't let them fall." She took her heels strapping her shoes on my nipple rings stretching them down. My daddy tits stretched with the inertia of me mounting her fat cock.

Popping in her cock inside me and filling myself with her fat dong. I let my clitcock swing and my heavy tits shake as I move my ass up and down her hard pole. Again and again I raise my raw stinging ass meeting her pelvis hard and fast.

And soon my daughter, came. Her face was so beautiful, as she unloaded my grand babies inside me. I kept fucking myself on her still hard cock until it softened.

"Good, bitch. I expect this service every night I call for you, alright?" She said as I nursed on her cock and she pissed inside my mouth. Making me swallow each and every drop.

"You're mine, Daddy. My own slave pig." And with those words I started my life with my daughter. I was her father and head rancher in the morning, but once night falls and everyone is asleep I was her toilet pig and cock sleeve.