I was sitting in my home office when Cory came bouncing into the room.
"Hi daddy!!"
"Hello baby. What's up?"
"Ready for the show?" asked Cory barely able to contain her excitement.
"The show?"
"Yes the show. The show. Don't tell me you've forgotten about it already?" I looked up from the computer screen into her hazel eyes. She was quite the beauty, in fact both of them were. I have two daughters, Cory and Amy and the fact they are both beautiful is where any similarity ends. Cory at nineteen is the oldest with raven black, neck length hair, small mouth, and small upturned nose. Her five foot six inch frame is slim with beautiful round curves in all the right places. She's also possessed of perfectly round natural 34D cup breasts and an equally perfect heart shaped ass that I know most men would follow into hell to possess. Amy on the other hand is a tall, lanky five foot eight, eighteen year old with short cut auburn hair, blue eyes, wide mouth with full lips, and a regal, elegant nose adorning her oval face. She also has long legs, a tight round ass and a pair of pert 32B breasts that resemble a pair of upside down teacups.
But as different as they are physically, it's their behavior that really sets them apart. Cory is verbose, vivacious, bright and possessed of a devious mind, while Amy, also bright tends to be very quiet, and more than a bit shy. Cory leads, Amy follows usually happily and such is the dynamic of their close relationship.
"No I haven't forgotten." I looked into her eyes, "Sorry princess, I guess I've been a little distracted of late."
"Distracted? Try Depressed or at the very least gloomy! Well tonight that all changes. Amy and I are going to put on a show that'll blow your mind. Ready?" Her breasts jiggled freely beneath her thin T-shirt and I noticed that she was wearing what looked like fishnet stockings under her khaki shorts. That should've been my first clue that something was amiss.
"The show must go on," I said not really feeling it as Cory took my hands and pulled me out of the chair. She then pulled my chair out and placed it in the middle of the room facing the door. She then pulled me forward and sat me in the chair.
"Just trust me, okay daddy? And do what I say, at least as far as you're able." She giggled a little then kissed me on the cheek. As I sat there I thought back to all the times the girls would stage talent shows for my wife and I. They looked so cute in their little outfits and so funny as they sang and danced always out of tune with each other. Wistfully I wished for those times again when things seemed so much simpler. Suddenly Cory did something I was completely not ready for. Grabbing both my arms, she pulled them back behind the chair. I heard a clink but before I could react my hands had been handcuffed together. She then bounced out of the room only to return instantly with some lengths of ropes.
"Cory, what the...?"
"Now daddy, you promised to trust me right?" Interrupted Cory as she deftly strapped me to the chair. She even tied my legs to the chair's legs making me completely immobile and at the mercy of whatever insidious plan she had in mind. After making sure all her knots weren't going to come loose, she went and stood behind me.
"Okay daddy, say aaaah!"
"I really think this has gone far enough. You need to rel...." Again I was cut off as a plastic ball gag was placed into my mouth, the straps of which were then tied securely behind my head.
"This is just for you daddy." Cory whispered into my ear. She then kissed me on the temple before sauntering over to the door, switching off the light and leaving me bathed in darkness.
It seemed an interminable amount of time passed while I sat tied to that chair. I could hear movement as things were being moved about the room, but they had pulled the blinds and had turned all the lights out in the whole house. I then heard some hushed whispering, then silence. I didn't have to wait long before someone entered the room.
Suddenly, flash, a handheld spotlight was turned on illuminating Cory's face, though I had to do a double take before I realized it really was Cory. She wore a top hat, what looked an old tuxedo jacket with tails and nothing underneath; I could see the outline of her breasts shimmer beneath the jackets lapels. She also had on the fishnet stockings but instead of the shorts, she wore what looked like a leather thong bikini with a zipper on the front, while on her feet she wore shoes with four inch heels. In one hand she held the spotlight, while in the other it looked as though she had a riding crop. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head as another part of my anatomy suddenly came to life. Then just as suddenly I had the urgent need to rid myself of my bonds.
"Prisoners, heed your mistress. As part of your torture tonight, I give you the slave girl Fateema!!" Cory swung the spotlight to the doorway where a radiant, veiled Amy stood, fully decked out in an 'I Love Genie' outfit, except that the one Amy wore left nothing to the imagination. She wore an open push up brassiere with nipple clamps on each teet connected by a small gold chain. Her pantaloons were completely see-through showing her hairless vagina, her long legs and tight backside. She was barefoot while on her wrists hung several colorful bracelets. As Arabic style music emanated from a boombox Amy began a seductive dance into the room. As she swayed her hips, she moved her arms and snapped her fingers in time to the music all the while gradually moving closer to my chair, and as she got closer my body betrayed me as my cock grew hard as steel making a very noticeable tent in my pants.
"Stop there, slave!" commanded Cory. As Amy did as she was told, Cory came forward and pulling a string on Amy's pantaloons, let them slide to the floor leaving Amy wearing only a thin gold chain around her abdoman.
My mind was reeling; the whole thing had taken on a surreal dreamlike quality. I couldn't understand what had gotten into my decent, proper daughters. It was like I didn't know these girls; they had become complete strangers.
Stepping behind Amy, Cory held the spotlight and riding crop in one hand, while she seductively stuck two of her fingers between her red lips. Then reaching around Amy, Cory ran her wet fingers up through Amy's labia to her now prominently protruding clit.
"Oooooh!" moaned an aroused Amy as she leaned back against Cory as Cory's fingers lightly played with her wet clit. And while I knew what was coming and I knew it was wrong, my cock was so hard I thought it would explode.
"Slave, prepare the prisoner!" Cory commanded as she licked her fingers clean of Amy's juice.
"Yes mistress." With that Amy climbed onto the chair, placing her feet firmly on either side of me, then grabbing my head firmly she ground her dripping slit against my face, rubbing her swollen clit against my nose until my entire face was covered in her sweet discharge, and sweet it was and fragrant and fresh, just as one would imagine an eighteen year old virgins to be. She then bent down rubbing her tits and hard as rock nipples against my forehead, my bound mouth, and my chin. Finally as she straddled my lap with my erection rubbing against her most intimate parts, she brought her face down and started to lap her juices from my saturated countenance.
It was when she stopped licking and pulled away that I was able to gaze into her eyes and then I broke into a cold sweat. I don't know what I expected to see; maybe anger, or malice, perhaps a cruel smirk of the victor over the vanquished. I thought maybe that I had done something that had pissed my kids off so bad that they felt that they had to go to these kinds of extremes to get back at me. I figured they'd probably leave me tied to the chair with a raging hardon, then at some point they'd come back and tell me just what the fuck it was that I did. But that would be okay, because I'd still have my honor and at least a little of my dignity; I'd still be able to think of myself as a good decent man, as opposed to a pervert who ought to be locked up in a very small box. Why? Because I hadn't fucked the two most cherished and important people in my life, and for some reason at that moment in time, that was everything. But....I was wrong. This wasn't about revenge. Amy wasn't mad at me, didn't hate me. There was nothing in her eyes but love, adoration, passion and lust and as she mouthed the words 'I Love You' while unzipping my pants. Getting off my lap, she kneeled between my splayed legs and reaching in my fly, grabbed my hard nine inch cock and freed it from it's confines, I knew then I was lost.
"Omigod Cor...uh mistress, his thingie's fucking huge. Daddy, I can't believe you've been keeping this monster so well hidden from us all these years!!!"
"It's pretty impressive up close and personal isn't it slave?" Cory put in further boosting my ego or deepening my shame depending on which shoulder you sat on.
"Yessss," purred Amy lustily as she touched some precum I was leaking and smeared it up and down the length of my rigid member, "it's beautiful."
"Prepare the prisoner!" repeated Cory.
"With pleasure Mistress!" Breathed Amy. She then kissed the purple, swollen head of my cock, before sticking her tongue out and running it up and down the length of my penis. My muffled exhortations to stop fell on deaf ears as Amy opened her lips and engulfed me in her warm, wet mouth. As Amy's head started to bob up and down on my steel hard member, Cory watched with a look of satisfaction. I, on the other hand, was sweating profusely trying not to empty my balls into my sweet angel's mouth. Even though it had been well over a year since last making love to a woman, I couldn't allow my seed to escape me. I could tell Amy wasn't very experienced, but the feeling of her making love to my cock was indescribable, and I knew that if she kept going I wouldn't last long.
"Now slave," Cory said, her voice quivering a little "come prepare me."
Reluctantly Amy released my saliva drenched cock from her mouth with a wet pop, then grabbing it with both hands gave it a little tug as she stood and returned to Cory.
