The disclaimer! This story is fiction, I made it all up. I don’t even have a daughter! This story will contain extremely humiliating fetishes performed on a husband/father, by first his daughter and likely later his wife. It is raunchy and obscene and shouldn’t be read by anyone. I hope you enjoy it.
I looked at my daughter. Marie was looking down at me. Her light brown hair hung about her face in wisps and errant strands. She had the tiniest smile tickling her lips. For my part I sat on my ass on my living room carpet. My erection stuck most of the way out of my daughter’s tiny panties. I had another tiny and thoroughly soaked pair of panties in my mouth and I was sucking the nectar out of the crotch for all I was worth.
“Alright first thing’s first, take off my panties you look ridiculous.” Marie said. “I thought it would be embarrassing to dress you up in them, but you just look foolish, there isn’t any spark in it for me, so they’ve gotta’ go.”
I put the now mostly saliva damp panties down and carefully slid her panties off of me. She was still absent-mindedly fingering herself while watching me writhe about on the floor.
“Oh daddy.” She said. “I have so many different things to do to you, I don’t know where to start.” I for my part was beaten, and Marie knew it. My erection was all she needed to exert control at this point, there was no denying my arousal, and no refusing her power over me.
“I know! To you and Mom’s room!” Marie said, she turned and walked purposefully down the hall. I hurried after her the wadded up panties clutched tightly in my hand. Once in my room, Marie turned to me. “Alright daddy, climb up on you and ‘mommy’s’ bed.” Marie said far too sweetly. I did and she left for a moment, only to return with a handful of paper. She began reading a loving wives story written from the husband’s perspective.
At first my cock shrank at being read to, and the awkwardness. The story was about a husband whose wife brings home a co-worker to fuck in front of her husband. I had it saved from a while back. I wasn’t sure if she knew I had actually written it. As she read she would get to a juicy part and ask me if I wanted ‘mommy’ to do that to me. It was pretty serious cuckhold stuff, and thinking of my current predicament I had to laugh. I began to respond yes, and it was in this questioning that my arousal started.
“Can you imagine daddy, being forced to watch helplessly as someone pawed and touched ‘mommy’ in your own bed. ‘Filling her with his come as she begged for it’!” Marie quoted. I sat on the bed facing my daughter as she read the story. Finally she finished, I was hard as a rock. “I have to pee daddy.” Marie said. “Come with me.”
I followed Marie’s shapely hips and firm ass down the hall to the bathroom. She went in and sat down on the toilet. She waited for me to file into the bathroom and I stood looking down at her. A moment later she was peeing. As she relieved herself she watched me, she seemed to be studying my face. The tinkling began to stop and then it was finished.
“Daddy.” Marie said curtly. “Don’t think this is an invitation to taste me because it isn’t. Get down on your knees and lick me clean.” Marie said. She opened her legs and spread her crotch, a few droplets of urine still glistened on her lips. “Just one big lick to get the pee off.”
Watching her gorgeous young pussy as I knelt, I studied the soft hairs, and newness of it. Awkwardly I supported myself with hands on either side of the bowl and leaned over her, my forehead bumping her pelvis causing me to have to tilt my head back and lead with my chin. My chin touched the cleft of her two cheeks and found stray moisture there. Now my lips were within a centimeter of her sex, I stuck my tongue out and it settled between her lips, I applied pressure not spearing with the tip of my tongue, but knowing what she expected of me and swiping with my tongue wide and flat.
“Very good Daddy!” Marie said. “That’s better than toilet paper any day!” Marie pushed me down so I fell bare-assed onto the cold tile and stood up towering over my prone form. I could taste the slight mingling of salty urine mingled with the musky wetness of my daughter’s pussy. My cock was still hard as a rock.
“What should we do now daddy?” Marie asked me. “Boy you look tired. I’m pretty tired too. Let’s get out of this house. Maybe it’ll wake us up a bit.”
My daughter led me first to my bedroom where she selected comfortable casual attire for me. I was to wear light slacks and a short-sleeved polo style shirt. Next I followed my daughter to her own bedroom. Walking into the room behind her with my eyes roaming her naked form was surreal and very unsettling.
I was made to help my daughter get dress. I held her tiny thong panties for her as she stepped into them, and then I slid them up her long tanned legs and finally settled them around her sensuous pubic mound. She adjusted the crotch tugging it to cover herself comfortably. Next I helped her into a bra clasping it in the front for her. She had me tug her T-shirt on, and then help her step into her shorts. All of the closeness and proximity to her heat did nothing to alleve the erection that now madly tented my khaki slacks.
I looked at my daughter now dressed to bring me god only knew where. She wore respectable shorts that covered about half of her long thighs. The T-shirt was no more snug than those worn by any young people nowadays. Still the way her hair hung about her face and the way she looked at me with a maddening sense of superiority made her look wholly lusty.
We got in my car and it was decided that we should go shopping. She wanted some new clothes. She also thought she might pick some up for her mother. When she said that she looked at me to gauge my reaction. I drove us to the mall. It was daytime on a weekday and the mall was devoid of any normal traffic. The mall closest to our house is a towering three level monstrosity of consumer decadence. The first store we went to was a department store, and an upscale one at that.
“What do you think of these daddy?” Marie whispered. I was thankful for her discretion in not drawing any attention to our actual relationship. She was holding up a lacy teddy it was black and very sexy. I shrugged stupidly. She carried them off to the fitting room. I stood outside trying to draw as little sales help as possible.
“Ta-da.” Marie whispered appearing in the doorway to the dressing room in the negligee. I felt my erection stir. “We’re getting these I guess.” She said seeing the about to be hit by the train look on my face.
She bought several outfits for herself, with my money. Next we went to the trendy club store. Knowing my wife’s size the way only another woman could my daughter bought my wife a pair of tight shiny pants with cut-outs in the shape of hearts on the hips. The pants were black, so my wife’s fair skin would glow starkly vivid. To go with the pants she picked out a crisp thin white shirt. It was designed to hug the breasts, and then dangle below them, never actually making contact with the midsection. It had built in support so as not to require a bra. I couldn’t believe my ears when those two items alone cost me a hundred dollars.
After shopping it was early afternoon, still close to three hours before my wife got home. We arrived at the house and my daughter quickly had me disrobe. Standing naked before her again she giggled to herself as she paced in circles around me fully clothed. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
“Go let Jenny in Daddy.” Marie said. “She wanted to play with you too. I called her from the mall while I was in the dressing room.”
A shiver ran up my spine as I turned towards the front door and saw Marie’s friend Jenny looking through the sidelight at me. Her long black hair was tied in a pony-tail. She was smiling evilly and sizing me up.
“Get that door opened wide Daddy!” Marie said. “And remember when we girls get together we can be even naughtier and MUCH meaner than when we’re separate.”
I let her words sink into me as I turned the knob and opened the front door of my family home. Behind me my daughter snickered and in front of me her long-time friend looked down at my erection bobbing lazily. Without hesitation she reached out and grabbed it.
“Jenny, you little slut you’re so quick to grab my daddy’s dick!” Marie whispered. Jenny’s warm small hand was wrapped tightly around me. She pulled upwards and sent waves of pleasure through me.
“Marie, your dad looks so cute naked like this.” Jenny said. She let go of my cock allowing it to bounce on it’s own and walked past me to stand next to my daughter. “What have you done with him so far today?” Jenny asked standing and looking me over as I shut the door.
Marie relayed the spanking and the panties, and how she had made me lick her clean. Jenny smiled almost leeringly at me with each new thing Marie told her.
“You haven’t made him play with his ass again yet?” Jenny asked. “You told me last night that because he lied about it to you, that you were going to open him up as wide as he’d go.” Jenny said. Marie’s eyes brightened.
“Oh yes!” Marie said. “Daddy last night, when I asked if you’d ever fingered your bum before you said no. I know you had though, you LIED to me.”
“I’uh-uhm?” I stammered. “I lied because I wanted to seem reluctant to do it.”
“You don’t have to be reluctant Daddy, I’ve read some of your e-mails. You love sticking things in your ass.” Marie said. My cheeks were red with shame and I lowered my head not wanting to meet her gaze. “Oh daddy, you’re embarrassed. Your little girl knows you like to have your bum stuffed. Look up at me daddy.” Marie said. With a mixture of shame and anticipation that only a submissive soul could muster I raised my head to her eye level. “Beg me to fill your asshole daddy.” Marie said.
“What?” I tried to say and only a hoarse crackle came out.
“Beg me to stick things in your butt.” Marie said again. Jenny was squirming giddily.
“Marie this is so hot.” Jenny whispered.
“Say Marie, will you please jam as much into my butt as you can?” Marie said. Then she and Jenny watched waiting for me to say it.
“Marie will you please stick as much stuff in my butt as you can?” I said.
“I don’t know daddy that’s pretty perverted. Are you gay or something?” Marie said.
