Here’s Johnny!

PART I: THE SECRETARY

I guess you never know how well you really got it till it’s all gone... or so they say.  Well, I had it all.  I had the high paying job, the sports car, the big house,  the sexy wife, the great kids... life was perfect.  But like any ego driven american male, i had to have over-indulge and throw it all away... and this is how I did it.

Ever since I was young I could remember having peculiar tastes in sex.  It started when I was young, I remember being at a local carnival, you know, the ones where you could win cheap prizes by throwing the ball into the milk bottle?  I vividly remember one such stand where one of the prizes was a black-lit picture of a woman with a whip dominating a man. There was nothing blatantly sexual, aside from the usual cartoonish-overly embellished cleavage on the woman’s catsuit-like apparel.  Her sly smile struck me as odd and for the life of my I didn’t understand what drew me to that picture.

I was like any other hot blooded american male, proudly losing my virginity at 17.  Girls always came easy for me...  I wasn’t a high school jock per se, but I was good looking and athletic.  Throughout my college years I did just fine with the ladies, of course until I meet my future wife, Samantha.  Samantha was a hot little thing, we dated throughout our college years and eventually got married.  We became your typical nuclear family... with me working long hours trying to get ahead at work, and my wife raising our two daughters at home.

After 15 years of marriage things were still great.  The kids were all grown up, I was promoted and now head of the division, and Samantha and I were still in love.  Our sex life was okay for a couple in their 40’s.  It helps that Sam looks like she’s in her 30’s, and on occasion is mistaken for a woman in her late 20’s (that always turns her on!).  Like every married man’s sex life, the excitement sometimes is lost... the blow jobs defiantly go down (as any married man will tell you!).   As our sex life cooled, my eyes started to wander.  Samantha caught me once a long time ago kissing another woman, but to my surprise she didn’t seem to mind all that much.  She was upset, but Samantha always knew women were attracted to me and she didn’t seem to mind.  As long as she got to live the suburban upper class-wife’s dream... the house, the pool, the cars, and of course the shopping, she didn’t seem to mind what I did.  Aside from a couple of  one-night stands I stayed pretty much faithful, although between us, the sex was very mechanical.  I found myself masturbating a lot more than I did in my 30’s, that’s for sure.  Partly because it was just easier to jerk off to fantasy instead of going through the whole rigamarole with Samantha everytime I wanted a quickie.

The more I masturbated, the more I found my mind wandering into stranger, darker areas of sexual fantasy.  I started using the internet to search for porn, finding fetish sites and all sorts of crazy shit.  I drifted towards sites with bondage as my childhood curiosity got the best of me and I found I was drawn to dominant women.  Samantha and I had done some experimenting with tying each other up, but that was years ago while still in college.  Even those experiences weren’t anything special, more props than anything.  I found myself masturbating like a 16 year old when I read the stories, only dreaming, or should I say wishing I could be involved in that scene.  S&M wasn’t the only deviant act I was into, I found myself into these teenage-type websites with college coeds.  The perverted part of this attraction was that my two daughters, now 19 and 21 were about the same age and looked similar to some of the girls I was beating my meat to on the screen. 

It’s a perversion that any father is deathly afraid of admitting to, but in this day and age, who can help it?  My daughters Julie (19) and Heather (21) were the apples of my eye.  Like every kid nowadays, as soon as they sprouted breasts they began to dress in the modern fashion... hip hugger jeans, low cut tops.  I started noticing them as early as 15 and both have developed into very attractive, dare I say, sexy young women.  They definitely got those traits from their mother.  On occasion while jacking off to the girls on the screen my daughters would pop into my mind, I know it’s wrong, but I couldn’t help it.  Once when Sam and the girls were out of town, I went through their panty draws to check out their underwear.  They had all the latest... thongs, lace, you name it.  I got so excited I masturbated into a pair of Julie’s panties.  I had to make sure I washed my cum out and placed them back in the drawer before they got home.

About a year ago I got a new secretary at work.  She was the typical california bleach blonde cheerleader type (in fact she attended USC!).  In a lot of ways she was the opposite of my wife... blonde hair, blue eyes, you know the type.  Jane was a decent secretary, professional, hard working, and easy on the eyes.  For the first couple of months she dressed ultra conservatively. . . long dresses, professional coat-and-blouse, etc.  Jane was definitely out to prove that a “barbie doll was more than tits-and-ass” as she used to say.  

As the months passed Jane started dressing less and less professionally and more and more seductively.  It started by having the top button on her blouse unbuttoned, then the second, and before you knew it I could see some cleavage in those mountains she tried to restrain in her blouse.  One morning I came in and Jane was working at her desk.  On this particular day she was showing more cleavage than I was used to seeing.  Mesmerized by it, Jane caught me staring straight at her tits.  I was embarrassed and sure I must have changed three shades of red.  Being the professional that she is, she didn’t make a comment or anything, she simply smiled and kept working.  Later that I day I found myself fantasizing about fucking my secretary.  Now I had never done this before... fantasize about anyone at work or ever considered cheating on Samantha.  A couple more weeks passed by with Jane’s cleavage dominating my every thought while her skirts got increasingly shorter by the day.

Back home I would constantly think about fucking Jane.  It dominated every jerk off session and even crept into my love making with my wife.  I’d fantasize about fucking Jane while I was fucking Samantha.  To my credit I never called my wife by the wrong name or gave any indication that my mind was elsewhere.

One day while I was working late I was about to fall asleep reading through all the numbers so I decided to take a break.  I went to the break room and got a coke, came back to my office and closed my eyes to rest.  I don’t know what got into me but the next thing you know I had my pants unbuttoned and I was jerking off at my desk! I was about ready to cum all over myself when the door popped open. 

“Mr. Jenkins, I... oh, I’m sorry”, Jane said in an obvious state of shock.

“Oh gawd!”, I yelled.  I was horrified.  Here I am an executive being caught by his secretary jerking off in the office, how embarrassing!

“Get out!, Get out, and shut the door!”, I screamed at her.

“I’m really sorry”, Jane said sheepishly.

In a frenzy I managed to pull up my pants and regain my composure.  I got up and walked out of my office to find Jane sitting at her desk, nearly in tears. 

“I’m sorry Jane, I didn’t mean to yell at you.” I exclaimed.  “I am so embarrassed I didn’t know what to do, you caught me off guard”. 

“Don’t be embarrassed, Mr. Jenkins”, “I thought it was sort of sexy”, she said.

“Please, don’t tell anyone about this.”, I pleaded.

Jane just smiled in her usual way and said, “Actually, if you want to finish I can help you.”

I was shocked at what my secretary who is about half my age was implying.

“What do you mean?”, I asked, as to play dumb.

“You know, I can help you finish what you were doing.”

With that Jane reached out and changed my life.  It had been a good six years since I’ve cheated on my wife, I had made a conscience effort to remain faithful in deed.  Jane grabbed the zipper of my dockers and slowly withdrew my cock.  By this time I was rock hard and there was no going back.

I looked down and Jane winked at me and then in one motion engulfed my member with the skill of a seasoned pro.  She sucked and slurped at my cock like there was no tomorrow.  It only took a couple of minutes until I came down her young throat.

“There, do you feel better?”, she asked as she stood back up.

“Yeah, that was great”, I said.

“Well, there’s more where that came from”, Jane said.  Then she throw her suit jacket off and began to slowly unbutton her blouse. 

“I know you’ve been staring at my chest for the last five months, Mr. Jenkins”

With that Jane unclasped her bra to reveal the most perfect d-cup breasts a man ever laid eyes on.  They were perfect in shape with bright pink nipples and half-dollar sized aureolas.

“Now it’s you’re turn to return the favor”, Jane said seductively.

I grabbed her giant tit and began kissing and suckling the nipple like a new born baby.  We continued the scene while she undressed completely.  For the next hour or so we fucked in every position possible... and in every corner of my office!

“Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!”, Jane yelled

“Of Fuck, I’m going to come!”, I screamed. 

“Arghhhh!” I uttered as I shot my load deep inside her.

Exhausted and still inside of her I thanked her.  “I really needed that Julie, that was the best sex I’ve had in years”.

“Julie?”, she asked. “Who the hell is Julie, my name is Jane” she said in a stern voice.

“Oh, I’m sorry, ...”

“Julie was just an old girlfriend that you remind me of”, I explained.

“Good, there better not be anyone else!”, Jane stammered.

As we were both getting dressed I needed to figure things out between her and I so I decided to try to set some rules for our new working relationship.

“Jane, I hope this doesn’t make you think any less of me.”, I said.

“I really love my wife and I will never leave her.  This was just a release... just some sexual tension”. I tried to explain. 

“Don’t worry Mr. Jenkins, no one will ever know.”, she replied.

“So does this mean we can do it again sometime?”, I asked with a glimmer of hope.

“Well”, she stopped to think.

“We’ll have to come up with an arrangement”, she said.

“I could use a raise, nothing huge or obvious, but I definitely could use the money”, Jane said.

“How about an extra $100.00 a week, under the table?”, I asked.

Jane smiled and said, “That’ll do for now.”.

I should have guessed it wasn’t the “that’ll do” part that I should have focused on, but the “for now”, part that would lead to my current predicament.

 

PART II: Home Alone

Samantha and the girls were going on an “all girl shopping trip” to the city and would be gone for four days over the long Labour Day weekend.  This meant I had the joint to myself... it was thursday night and I was alone for the next four days.  A situation that hasn’t happened in I don’t know how long.  Knowing I had the house to myself I decided to get on the web and surf for some porn and of course I found my favorite S&M sites and began to jerk off.  I was just about to pop when my cell phone rang.

“Hello”, I answered.

“Mr. Jenkins it’s me, Jane”, the voice on the other end exclaimed.

“Jane, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I was just seeing what you were up to.  I know your family is gone for the weekend so I thought I’d see if you’d want to get together.”, she asked.

“No, I don’t think that would be a good idea”, I said.

“I’ll make it worth your while”, she said seductively.

“Meet me at the Olive Garden on Highland Ave. in 1 hour”.

Click.  Jane hung up the phone.  It was sort of strange I thought, but I had nothing better else to do so why not.

I arrived promptly at 7 o’clock to find Jane already waiting.  Jane was dressed fairly conservatively with a nice top and skirt.  We ordered a couple of drinks and browsed through the menu.

“Do you know how you talk about you’d like to try something kinky?”, asked.

“Yeah?”, I replied with high hopes.

“Well tonight’s your lucky night.”, Jane said with a sly smile.

We both ordered and ate our meals with little to no conversation about the giant bomb she alluded to earlier.  Our small talk carried us through the rest of the meal.  When the check came I paid and I made a move to get up, but before I could Jane got up and sat on my side of the booth.  In one move she unzipped my pants under the table and place some sort of rubberized bank around my penis.  I was trying not to make a scene so I played it cool.  Jane got up and said, “Now if you want it off, follow me.”

Jane got up and walked out of the restaurant without another word.  I had no choice but to follower her in my car.  A snaking 20 minute drive though the city and we were at her apartment.

“I know you want to get kinky, and with wifey out of town, here’s your chance.”, Jane stated.

“All you have to do is follow this simple rule: I am in charge tonight.  For starters, you will call me mistress. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress”, I compiled.

“Good, first thing’s first.  Take off your clothes and fold them neatly on the chair.”, she ordered.

“Yes, Mistress”, I said.  I took off my clothes and folded them neatly on a chair.  Jane ordered me to stand in the middle of the room facing the wall and not to move.  She walked around as if to examine her property.

I could tell she really enjoyed her new found power, although it was also apparent that she was playing this role in a light hearted manner.

“Now undress me”, Jane ordered.

I did what I was told, trying not to laugh.  Jane was having trouble keeping a straight face as well.  For the next few hours she ‘had her way with me’, tying me up, fucking my brains out... all the while ‘ordering’ me around.  The morning came way to quickly and I got up and went home.

 

PART III.  Hell hath no fury

My 42nd birthday. . . the day that changed my life forever.  It started out well, a nice good morning fuck from my wife, a couple of kisses on the cheek from my girls, a nice breakfast and off to work.  I arrived at work and was disappointed to find Jane had called off for the day.  I was hoping for a special birthday “lunch”.  Samantha called me at the office to let me know that I had a birthday “surprise” waiting for me when I got home and that the girls would be out so we had the whole house to ourselves.  The rest of the day I was as horny as a 16 year old boy between the wife’s call and the fact that Jane wasn’t here to relieve the pressure in my pants.

When I arrived at home I saw Samantha’s car in the driveway so I knew she was home, probably ready and waiting.

“Honey, I’m home!”, I yelled cartoonishly.

“I’m upstairs...”, she replied.

I loosened my tie while I sprinted upstairs.  I turned the corner to see Samantha in a sexy little number.  It was a red corset with garter belts and the kind of halter that made her forty-something breasts look twenty something.

“Happy birthday baby, you’re in for a real treat!”, she smiled.

Samantha began tearing my clothes off and throwing me on the bed.  Then Samantha did something I didn’t expect, she went to her night stand and pulled out a pair of cheesy pink fur-covered handcuffs. 

“Have you been a naughty boy?”, she said devilishly

“Why yes, I have”, I replied.

“Well, my little naughty boy, I think it’s time you receive your punishment, put your hands over your head.”

I complied without question and Samantha placed the handcuffs on my wrists and cuffed me to the center bedpost. 

“I think it’s time for a little show for the birthday boy.”

With that Samantha put on some music and began to perform a very sultry dance.  I watched as she wiggled her hips and jiggled her tits.  It was very exciting, and sort of out of place for this 40-something mother of two.  It had been years since she’d put on any notable performance in the bedroom.

“now it’s time for the real surprise”, Samantha stated.  She grabbed a blindfold and placed it over my eyes.  “Hold on honey, I need to adjust this”.  With that she took the handcuffs off and re-cuffed each hand to separate bedposts.  “There, that’s more like it.”.  Without further notice I felt her warm mouth engulf my cock.  It was like a washing machine in spin cycle... I didn’t think my wife could give head like this.  My mind was swimming in ecstasy!

Samantha moved from the side of the bed onto my legs to get her throat in a position to deep throat my member as far as she could.  I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer.  As Samantha slurped my cock like a popsicle, all of the sudden I heard Samantha’s voice right next to my ear, “Do you like it baby?”

In that instance I knew something was horribly wrong.  Samantha ripped off my blindfold and there she was: Jane, sitting on my legs with my cock buried in her mouth.  I’ll never forget my first glance over at Samantha.  She was standing right beside the bed with her arms folded.

“Sam..” I yelled.

“Don’t fucking bother asshole!”, she screamed at me.

Walking to the end of the bed she began to restrain my legs to the bed posts. I struggled, but with Jane sitting on my legs, I couldn’t lift her off of me.

“You fucking little asshole! How could you do this to me!”, Samantha yelled.

After I was properly restrained, Jane got off my legs, and off my cock without letting me cum. They were both standing at the end of the bed while I was lying their tied to the four corners of my own bed.

“You stupid fuck! Do you honestly think I wouldn’t find out if you were fucking someone else?  The day you hired Jane here, I knew you couldn’t keep it in your pants.”, Samantha said as she paced back and forth.

“Jane, you gotta ...”,

“Shut the fuck up!”, Samantha cut me off.

“Jane’s not going to help you, in fact, she’s been in on this since the start. I know all about your blow jobs in the office.  Labor Day weekend when you had your little bondage party at her apartment.”

Jane just sat there and stared at me while Samantha went on her tirade.

“Where do you think I got this idea of tying you up?”, Jane taunted.

“And don’t think everyone at the office doesn’t know your a no-good adulterer.”, Samantha said.  “And they will know so much more very soon...”

 

“We had it all John, and then you had to go throw it all away because you couldn’t keep that pathetic pencil dick in your pants.  Well, now it’s my turn.  Your life is about to change forever.”

Jane grabbed a cock ring and placed it around my cock and balls so tight I thought I’d pass out.  Samantha placed a ball gag in my mouth and then the blindfold was back on.

“I’d like to tell you more honey, but Jane and I have some shopping to do”, Jane laughed as she walked out of the room. 

Struggling was of no use, she had replaced the pink fluffy cuffs with actual handcuffs.  I couldn’t yell because of the ball gag, I couldn’t even see the time because of the blindfold.  I was alone in mind with the thoughts of how I just ruined my 20 year marriage over some slut.  I guessed about 3 hours passed when I heard the front door open.

Jane removed the blindfold and what I saw absolutely turned me on, and frightened me at the same time.  Both women were now dressed in leather head to toe.  Jane was wearing a corset with those d-cups pressed high to the sky, while my wife was wearing thigh-high boots with a corset.

“Do you like honey?”, Samantha asked.

I would have said yes, but my cock springing to life answered her question for me.

“I see you do”, Samantha smiled.

“Well, since you’re a no-good, lying, cheating, scum-bag, I’ve decided NOT to divorce you, but instead, I, along with Jane here, am going to ‘re-educate’ you.  You will come to understand that your place in this world is beneath me, serving my every wish.  I don’t think either of us want divorce.. you couldn’t afford it and quite frankly, I think it would be more fun to re-educate this old dog than to try to break in a new one.” 

With that, Jane laughed at Samantha’s decree.

“To the outside world, not much will change. You will go to work every day, you will bring home your paycheck and hand it right over to me.  Inside these walls you are nothing but a slave, a slave to everyone here.  Oh, I guess this would be a good time to mention that Jane will be moving in with us.”, Jane said matter of fact like.

“I bet your wondering how this is all going to happen.  I bet you think that once we untie you, this little ‘game’ is over and you’ll simply go back to the usual grind.  Well, I have a little back up plan...”

Jane turned on the television and pressed play on the DVD player.  It was a video of Jane sucking my cock at my office desk.  It played for a couple of minutes, then Samantha pressed next on the remote and there was another shot of me fucking Jane on my desk.  Jane kept on pressing forward to the next track every few seconds and every time she did there was another scene of me fucking my 20 year secretary.  The final clip was Jane tying me up in her apartment.

That bitch! is all I could think about.  She fucking set me up!  All this time she was recording us fucking just to give it my wife.

“I think these tapes might be a little damaging out our divorce proceedings, don’t you Jane?”, Samantha asked in a fake Perry Mason voice.

“I’m just an innocent college student.”, Jane replied in a fake child-like voice. “I didn’t know what Mr. Jenkins was doing”.

“Don’t worry honey, we have plenty of copies of this DVD, and hell, maybe I’ll make it next year’s christmas gift to your mom, your sister, and all your nieces and nephews.”, Samantha snidely stated.

“So you see, honey, I’ve go you by the balls.”  Samantha glanced at me, then at my package, “Literally”.

 

PART IV: The Breaking of Me..

I spent the next few days on eggshells both at work and at home.  I would get up go to work, and go straight home.  All day long I’d be worried that someone else knew about what was going on.  Jane acted normal in public, but behind closed doors Jane ordered me around in my own office.  I would have to get her coffee, have to do a lot of her grunt work... dictation, typing, on top of my work.  Jane and I still drove to work in separate cars even though she was living with us.  When I arrived home from work I was required to get naked and wait in the bathroom until Samantha or Jane placed a collar and leash on me and would lead me out. Julie and Heather had gone back to college so having them around wasn’t a problem, thank gawd.  The only benefit so far was that Jane and my wife wore next to nothing, or nothing all the time.

On one evening Jane had secured my collar and leash and placed a blindfold on my and lead me to the spare bedroom where I was secured to the bedposts. A ball gag was inserted into my mouth to silence me.  I could hear them talking but couldn’t make out the conversation.  Suddenly the blindfold was off and from what I saw, I knew I was in for a long night.  There stood two goddess, each clad in leather and large strap on dildos.

“Surprise honey!”, Samantha said.

“Now it’s your turn to get fucked up the ass!”

Jane grabbed a jar of KY and started spreading it around my butt-hole.  The KY was cold and I was terrified.  “MMM... MMMM”, I tried to plead.

“No need to waste your energy baby, you’re going to need it”, Samantha said.

“Since you like to fuck little Jane here in that manner, I’ll do her the honors and let her go first.”, she explained.

“Don’t worry Mr. Jenkins, I’ll take it as easy on you as you did me”, Jane said with a vicious smile.

Samantha placed a couple of pillows under my lower back to raise my ass a little for Jane.  Jane proceeded to get on the bed and started to rub the head of the giant strap on around the ring of my asshole.

“Relax baby, you’ll get used to it!”

“Oh, by the way baby, smile, you’re on camera!”, Samantha laughed.

I was in such horror state, I didn’t even see the camera mounted next to the bed.  That bitch was going to record this degradation.

Jane began to slide that 8” cock into my ass inch by inch.  I tried to scream, but it only came out as a grunt.

“Don’t be such a baby, you little fuck!”, Samantha added.

“Alright Mr. Jenkins, get ready, here it comes!”, Jane yelled.

With that she thrust all 109 pounds and her plastic cock entered my intestine!  It was like an explosion in my ass.  I screamed as best I could.  For the first time in my life I was crying due to pain. 

“Nice, good job dear”, Samantha commentated.

Jane began to thrust in and out, in and out.  I couldn’t do much but lie there and take it.  I tried to control my breathing to relax my sphincter.  I noticed if I could time it right, it wouldn’t hurt as bad.  I was in so much pain I didn’t even realize that Jane and Samantha had started making out while Jane fucked me.  Watching those two make out was a masturbatory fantasy of mine for sometime, but I was in too much pain to even care.

For the next two hours the took turns fucking my ass, making out with each other, and taking every chance to verbally humiliate me.  The night ended with Jane jacking me off to the point of the cumming, but right before I was going to pop, she grabbed my cock and twisted it so hard I thought I was going to pass out.  She placed my cock in a cage-type device, got up, shut the light off, and closed the door.

The next day would be a day I would never forget, and ultimately, I think it was the turning point in my life.  The day that broke me.  It was a saturday so there was no work.  I was instructed to shower and put my collar back on.  As I dried myself Jane entered the bathroom and place a cock ring tightly around my balls.  She attached a leash and yanked it hard once to let me know who was in control, as if I didn’t already know.  Jane had a way of flirting with her eyes, but then viciously reminding me that she’s not on my side of this evil game.

I was lead down to our basement to a storage room we seldomly enter.  She opened the door and I was amazed.  Samantha had converted this old room into some sort of dungeon.  It was equipped with all the accouterments of a professional dungeon: a table with posts, st. andrew’s cross, and a spanking horse, not to mention a few whips and other devices of decadence.

“Do you like what I’ve done with the place?”, Samantha said.

“I think you’ll find it entertaining”.

Jane positioned me in the st. andrew’s cross while Samantha carefully restrained my appendages.  “So far you’ve been pretty good at playing our little game... so today I am going to reward you, I’m going to let you cum.”  Happier words have never been spoken.  Just the sound of it make my cock spring to life.  After I was restrained she placed a hood over my head, which I was pretty accustomed to by now, and I felt a hand start to jerk me off.

“That’s right Johnny, you’re going to remember this one”, Jane whispered in my ear.

“Oh yes, darling, I’m going to make your cum harder than you’ve ever come in your entire life.”.

I was bucking in rhythm at this point, whoever was jerking me off knew what they were doing.  An intermittent tug on my balls, a twist of the head, just like I like it.  Suddenly the hand disappeared and was replaced by a nice pair of soft lips.  Every vein in my cock was straining at this point and I know I was audibly moaning louder and louder.

“Oh yeah baby, that’s it, feel those soft lips on your prick”, Samantha cooed.

“I know you’ve been waiting for this, this is your time... your time time cum as hard as you want!”

Then the woman slinked her tongue like a snake up and down my cock.  I could have sworn it was a professional cock-sucker.  I could her hear the slurping sounds as I was just about to blow my load.  Then I felt something strange but wonderful, it was a tongue piercing of some sort.  I’ve never had the pleasure of being sucked off by someone with a tongue piercing before.  What they say is right!  Everything felt better with the tongue ring, it'  I knew I was about to blow my load when it dawned on me, neither Samantha or Jane has a tongue ring, who could this mystery cock-sucker be?

In that very instance Jane ripped off my blindfold to reveal.... JULIE!  My daughter! 

“What?, NO!!! Julie?!?”, I screamed

I was in shock, my nineteen year old daughter was giving me the best blowjob I’ve ever received, and I could do nothing to stop her.  Jane, Samantha, and Heather, my other daughter, were all standing there staring at me.  Samantha yelled, “Smile!”.  Click, click!  She was taking pictures of this debauchery!

I was horrified but my cock couldn’t ignore Julie’s expert tongue.  I could feel the cum in my balls boiling, I was ready to come.  Julie gave me a couple more slurps and just before I blew my load she popped off me cock and held a glass in front of my penis!

“Arggh!!!”, I screamed in relief.  It was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.

A good five or six spurts of come came jetting out of the head of my cock.  Julie caught every drop in the glass.  As the orgasm subsided Julie grabbed my cock and jerked the remaining streams of white hot sticky goo into the glass.

It was like the space shuttle landing... I was coming down from the most intense blowjob of my life and reality hit my like a brick.

“Nice load honey”, Samantha exclaimed.

“Now I have picture and video of your own daughter giving you a blow job!, I bet the courts, your family, your friends will love to see that!”

Heather stepped forward and kicked me in the balls. 

“AWWW!”, I yelled.

“That’s for fucking around on mom!”, Heather said.

She stepped closer and grabbed my cock and gave it twist as if to focus my attention.

“You fucked up our lives, now you’re gonna pay.”, she continued.

Jane and Samantha moved to each side so all I could see at this point were my daughters.  Both of them were wearing biking bottoms with not tops.  I hadn’t seen my daughters naked since before they developed breasts.  I knew they were had athletic bodies, but I hadn’t imagined the perfection that stood before me.

“Well dad, now that you know we’re all in on this, I think it’s time we took it up a notch, don’t you?”, Heather asked.

“I think we’ll start with having drink your own mess...”, Heather said.

My orgasm and what had transpired had me so confused that I had forgotten that Jane had saved my seed in a glass.  Jane walked up to me with the glass of cum held it to my face and said, “I haven’t sucked a cock as small as yours since I was 15!”  I don’t know what was more shocking, knowing that the glass of cum in front me was about to be my lunch or that my sweet innocent 19 year old daughter has been giving blow jobs since she was fifteen.

“Get the camera ready mom”, Julie said, “I want to get this one real good”.

Samantha grabbed the camera from the tripod and got in a position to get a real close up while Jane got behind the st. andrews cross and held my head in place. 

Julie began to walk closer in a very seductive manner, glass in hand.  “Do you know how much I love sucking cock daddy?”, she said in her best cheesy marilyn monroe impression?  “I’m the best there is!”, Julie said proudly.

“I know you like sniffing my panties, and you’ve probably tasted them as well you sick fuck!” (how’d she know!)

“If you lick hard enough you’d probably taste my boyfriend’s cum.. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you little sissy boy?”, Julie said while squeezing my jaw with one hand.

“Well, here’s your first true taste of cum... your own!”

Julie clenched my jaw tightly to get my mouth to open.  I tried to refuse until Heather yanked on my balls like she was pulling out a paper towel.  I could taste the still-warm liquid from the glass engross my mouth.  It was salty and thick.  Totally disgusted, I tried to wrestle free, but Jane did her part in holding my head while my balls were being used in a one-woman tug of war.  I would have tried spit out my own seed if it wasn’t for the dildo that was shoved in my mouth.  I could feel myself choking and breathing heavy, in a futile struggle to get loose.  Once the dildo was in in place Jane released my head and plugged my nose.  Now the only way I could breath would be to swallow the cum and gasp for air around the dildo.  I had no choice.  I had to eat my own cum.  When I swallowed it was like every taste bud in my mouth came to life and I was forced to savor my own seed.

Once most of the cum was out of my mouth I quit the futile struggle and rested my head on my chest in shame and anger.  I felt light headed and unaware of my surroundings.  It’s like the rest of my body didn’t exist, just my head... I could feel every disgusting drop of cum still hiding in the caverns of my teeth.  Shamefully I lifted my head to see Jane standing there in her corset with her arms crossed.

“I couldn’t have done it without you, you know”, Jane said.

“Remember that time you called me Julie after I gave you a blow job?”, she asked.

“Well, I put it all together and figured out that my boss was a pervert who wanted to fuck his own daughter.  And that’s when we hatched this whole plan... I knew it would work because you’re a sick little fuck”.

Samantha stepped forward and put her arm around Jane.  “Jane was nice enough to let me know about your little extra curricular activities.  She was the one who suggested this whole thing, not me.  I wanted a divorce, but Jane thought this would be more fun.  You hired a smart girl, that’s for sure.” Samantha said.

 

“I let the girls in on the whole scenario during our little Labour Day getaway... that’s when we planned our revenge.  It took some convincing, but after I pointed out the there were benefits for all, they agreed.”

Jane stepped forward running her fingers the length of my cock,  “Oh, and by the way, the extra $100 a week... that wasn’t for me... well, not really...” She stopped, looked around and raised her hands in accomplishment, “how do you think we paid for all of this?”  All in all I estimated that I paid Jane around $3,000 in ‘hush money’ to keep up our office tryst... if I could only take that one back!

“Well, it’s getting late, how about some lunch?”, Heather said.

“Sounds great, how about the olive garden?”, Jane said.

“First we have get sissy boy here ready for this evening”, Samantha said.

All four of them started to walk about the room straightening up and grabbing supplies.  Heather grabbed a rope and placed it around my testicles while Samantha placed some weights on the end, stretching my nut sac as far as it would go.  Heather placed a picture in front of me.  It was a picture of Julie and Heather taken when they were about 5 or 6.  She lit a candle in front of it and turned off the light.

“There we go, have fun with that honey”, Samantha said while she closed the door.

So there I was, strapped to a st. andrew’s cross, the leftover taste of my own cum resonating in my mouth, shamed, disgusted, and afraid.  Alone in the dark all I had to look at was a dimly lit picture of my two daughters.  It was at that moment I realized.... I was broken.

 

PART V: Office Politics

After about two months of my new ‘lifestyle’, I was pretty well broken in.  I would go to work, come home, serve the Women and then go into lock-down.  I actually started to enjoy work more... it was my only release... sort of.  I was still required to wear a device that made it impossible for me to get an erection, and I always had Jane there to keep an eye on me.  Jane started coming to every lunch, every meeting, every where (even to the restroom!) in order to keep an eye on me.

Our town has a professional sports team in it and there was a huge game coming up.  As a gesture of a ‘good boss’ I gave everyone friday afternoon off.  Of course Samantha knew about it because Jane told her.  Instead of coming straight home like every other day, Samantha suggested that she and the girls meet Jane and I at the office where we could go out for an ‘adventurous afternoon’.  Whenever Samantha adds those cute adjectives like ‘adventurous’, or ‘wonderful’, I know it means I’m in for it.

Samantha, Julie and Heather showed up and greeted Jane.  By now the office was starting to wind and and empty out.  A lot of the guys planned big tailgate parties and the ladies planned lunches and shopping.  I had no idea what was in store.  The girls entered my office and Samantha gave me a kiss on the cheek.  She always loved to taunt me by playing the ‘perfect wife’ role while we were in public.  Julie gave me a kiss on the cheek and I leaned over to receive one from Heather.  Jane shut the door, but before I knew what happened, Heather hit me with a stun gun! 

I awoke groggy, blindfolded with a ball gag in place (as usual).  I knew I was naked but I didn’t know where I was. 

Slap! Slap!

I was brought to my senses abruptly by the hand of Samantha.

“Welcome back honey.”, Samantha spoke.

“You’ve been doing so good for the last couple of months, I thought it was time to expand your training program.”

I couldn’t move my hands and legs were restrained in a very odd way.  I could feel I was tied down, but it was like I was on some sort of table because my arms and legs were being pulled behind me. 

“Jane told us how much everyone here appreciated the gesture of a half day of work.  But we know you did that for all your male employees...  I mean, who cares about a fucking childish little football game?”, Samantha said.

I could feel a hand on my cock slowly jerking me off, getting me to full erection, a feeling I haven’t had in a long time.

“So instead of a football game for the guys, we’d thought we’d play a little ‘game’ of our own for women.  And we’ve found enough players...”

She ripped my blindfold off to reveal that I was in the company’s break-room with a bout 10 of the female coworkers all standing around staring at me and my predicament. 

“MMMRGH!”, “MMMRPH”, I tried to speak, but to no avail.

Jane stepped forward to explain the rules....

“This game is called, ‘See Who Cane Make Your Boss Cry First’, or something like that”, she said while trying not to laugh.

“I’ve rounded up all the females in the office who I know you’ve either made a pass at, have a crush on, or otherwise treated with disrespect.. and now they get to have a turn at you.”, she continued.

My daughter Heather stepped forward with a strange device in her hand.  “And we have a special games reserved for perverts who want to fuck their daughters... we’ll call it ‘Who can make daddy cum first’.”

The office women were wearing a variety of outfits from garters to thong, corsets, and just bikini bottoms.  What I thought was sort of strange (aside from the whole me being tied down to the break room table thing... is that none of them tried to disguise themselves, it’s as if they weren’t embarrassed or afraid of me seeing them.  Samantha opened a box which held what seemed like 20 different strap-on dildos.  I knew I was in trouble, and in for a lot of pain.

Everyone started to put on their fake cocks and then passing around a jar of lube.  Sally, a pretty attractive brunette with c-cup breasts went first.  I had groped Sally a few years back in this very break-room trying to get something started.  She refused my advance, but never turned me in.  Jane and Samantha untied my legs and then stood beside the desk holding each leg apart so Sally could get a straight shot at my ass. 

“I think these are what you wanted Mr. Jenkins”, Sally said while she grabbed her tits. 

“Well, you’ll never have them, but since you got to grab me, I guess I get to fuck you!”, she said with obvious happiness.

Sally placed the head of the fake penis at my hole and grabbed my thighs.  With a loud grunt she pushed the 7” dick right up my hole.  I gasped as the air left my lungs.  I had taken many dildos by now, and even larger ones, but let me tell you... it’s never easy and it’s always painful.

I could hear the other women cheer her on as she rode my ass for about 15 minutes.  All of the women were calling me every name in the book.  Even though it was starting to get a bit rowdy, Jane and Samantha made sure none of the other women interfered with whoever was fucking me.  There would be no punching or kicking... yet.

I made it through about five of the women without too much pain, that’s until Jennifer the   sales rep got up to bat.  Jennifer is about 5’9” tall blonde, skinny with smaller tits.  Her athletic body did her service while selling, or at least that’s what all of us guys joked about behind her back.  We all would fantasize being on the other end of a sales pitch with this woman where she’d rip your clothes off and fuck you right on the spot.

Today Jennifer was wearing nothing but a pair of black bikini panties and a 10” cock.  When it was her turn she stood in front of me, stared me right in the eye and said, “You don’t know how much I’m going to enjoy this”.  Without further warning she practically dived into my ass with that cock.  I screamed louder than I have ever screamed.  It felt like someone had taken an axe and split me right down the center.  I knew Jen was athletic, but the rate at which she pumped that cock into my ass was unbelievable.  I couldn’t move, I couldn’t fight, the only thing I could do was cry... and I did.

When Jane saw the tears roll down my eyes she yelled, “We have a winner!”

The crowed exploded in cheers and clapping.  Thankfully, the excitement of being ‘the winner’ caused Jennifer to pull that plastic log out of my ass and run around the room high-fiving all the girls.  I just laid there trying to recover some of the tears and spare any manhood I had left.

Jane looked at Samantha, smiled and handed her a $100 bill.  “I knew he couldn’t make it through all of us”.  Samantha grabbed the money and replied, “I guess I misjudged him... I thought he had a little strength still left in him... I was wrong”.

The girls settled down a little as Heather placed some sort of device on my limp dick.  It looked sort of like a condom but it had a tube connected to it.  “Okay everyone, now it’s time for our game.”, Heather said.  Julie got on a chair and then on the table standing over my head.

“Let’s see how long it takes this little sissy to cum!”, Julie announced.

“Now this little fag hasn’t been allowed to cum for what...”

“Two weeks!...”, Jane interrupted.

“That’s right, for two whole weeks.”, Julie continued.

“That means when my dad releases, he’s going to have one healthy load of disgusting cum.”

Heather began to attach the device’s tube to a squeeze pump and then directly into my ball gag.

“And when he does cum, he’s going to eat every last drop!”, Julie said with a smile.

“Now ladies, as you can see, he’s sort of limp right now because he’s such a sissy whore, so could you all help me out?”, Julie asked.

On cue, several of the girls started to make out in front of me.  On any other day this would have been every working stiff’s dream come true... to see how office coworkers making out right in front of them, but on this day... aww hell, who am I kidding, it was still hot!  As I watched I could slowly feel my erection growing to a full on, raging boner.

Heather got next to me and grabbed my cock and began to stroke it nice and slow.

“Now daddy, look at all those gorgeous women, I know you want them.  Just look at them making out right in front of you.”, she spoke.

“But most of all I know you want to fuck your very own daughters.”  I couldn’t believe that my 21 year old daughter was talking dirty to me, not to mention the hand job.

“How do you like it daddy, like this?”

Heather lowered herself and then began to lick the side of my cock.  It was encased in the device so she didn’t have to actually touch it.  Just the visual of my little girl licking my prick was such a turn on!

“And daddy...”, Julie said from above.

“Instead of sniffing and licking my panties, this is what you really want...”

Julie had removed her underwear and was hovering right above me.  I could see her soft pussy lips... they were visibly wet.  She continued to gyrate and lower her pussy until it was inches in front of my face. I could smell her sex and I was ashamed that I really did want to lick my own daughter’s pussy.

“Cum for me daddy”, Julie said in the most seductive way.

That’s all it took those words spoken my my daughter.  I exploded like a volcano into the device.  It was like a fire hose putting out a 3 alarm fire... spurt after spurt of hot cum jetted from my cock. Julie stood up and gave a congratulatory hand slap to Jane, meanwhile my other daughter kept stroking my member until all the cum was out of my balls. Samantha grabbed the hand pump and like a high school experiment, everyone watched my thick, white cum travel up the tube toward my mouth.

“Say ahhh!”, someone taunted from the sidelines

Samantha began to feverishly pump the device until every last drop of cum was through the tube and down my throat.  By now I didn’t even bother struggling, I just tried to think of something that tastes good as I was forced to swallow my load.

Heather grabbed my deflated prick, gave it a squeeze, and said, “good job daddy, I knew you’d cum for me”.

Julie interrupted Heather’s sarcastic heartfelt sentiments, “I’m not done..., grab that funnel.”, she instructed.

Julie twisted off the tube leading to my penis and inserted the funnel, then she squatted over my face as if she were on the toilet.  “I figured you like eating cum so much, why not try piss!”  Julie released her bladder into the funnel and straight down my throat.  My daughter’s piss was very warm and fluid... not like cum.  It rushed down the tube and filled my mouth to the point of choking.  To this point I had only been forced cum which was slower and thicker, this was fast and moving.

I think Julie’s mom was even a little surprised, but pleased when she decided to introduce a new activity.  I was left there restrained to the desk while all of the woman got dressed.  Before they left Jane gathered all of them around the desk and let me know that from now on things are going to be different around the office... and the WOMEN are now in control.  If I didn’t comply, video of today’s games would be e-mailed to everyone in the company.  Before they left each of them stopped by the desk to get a free shot at my nuts.  Jane untied me, through me my clothes and told me to go home and wait in the dungeon.

 

PART VI: Here’s Johnny!

 

Ever since this new ‘lifestyle’ change I noticed that both Julie and Heather were dressing more sexy in public settings.  In private they’d don sexy underwear, leather thigh-highs, or some other sexy little number that they knew would drive me crazy.  But this was different, in a way, I guess you could say the change at home gave both of my girls a new found confidence.  They were going out on a lot more dates with a lot better looking guys than I was used to seeing at the house.  Every now and again they’d bring a boy home over for dinner and on these occasions I was to play the ‘normal’ dad role.  I could dress in normal attire, but I didn’t dare get out of line or make a comment unless instructed.

Jane became best friends with my wife and kids. Although she was just a hair older than Heather, Samantha seemed to be drawn to her energy (not to mention her sexuality).  I think Samantha liked Jane because she became a bridge to her own daughters, in a way it was a way for Samantha to feel young again hanging around with 20 somethings.   On Thursday nights we had a ritual called “Showtime”, well it had many names actually, Jane liked to call it ‘showtime’, the girls called it ‘movie night’... either way, what it consisted of was a viewing of recent ‘movies’ the girls had made of me being fucked relentlessly.

Movie night always started with the girls prepping the living room.  They’d blacken out all the windows with curtains, prepare a chair in the middle of the room equipped with restraints and nice lounge chairs for themselves.  I would be lead to the chair by my leash and strapped in.  I would be forced to endure hours of my own humiliation at the hands of my family.  They’d stop, rewind, and replay close ups of my asshole bleeding in pain or me choking on my own cum.  My daughters really got a kick out of this because it would give them a chance to taunt and tease me.

At first it started out with verbal and video abuse, but as Showtime went on through the weeks, the teasing turned into an all out orgy between Jane, my wife and my two daughters.

On one such evening while I was strapped into the chair, my wife decided she’s introduce ‘guests’ to her little show.  I should have felt horror as soon as I saw a few of Jane’s friends walk around corner wearing hot little negliges, but at this point nothing was shameful, nothing was shocking anymore.

“Guess what daddy..?”, Jane said.

“I have two of my girlfriend’s here and we are going to get you hot tonight!”, she shouted in glee.

Now I have always considered myself a very liberal person, but this was crazy!  My wife and daughters have always performed deviant acts on my and a little make session wasn’t unusual, but what ensued in the next couple of hours was just off the charts.

It started with Jane sitting my wife on the couch positioning herself behind her.  “Me and the girls wanted to show you our appreciation”, Jane said while rubbing my wife’s tits.  Heather got on her knees and spread her mom’s legs and began to lick her cunt.  Samantha moaned in enjoyment while her daughter’s tongue explored every region of her sexpot.

By now I had a raging hard on and everyone noticed it.  Julie walked over and grabbed my prick with a hard twist, “You sick fuck!”.  I could do nothing but wince in pain.

After about twenty minutes, Julie crawled on top of my wife in a 69 and began to help her sister in eating out their mother.  Meanwhile Samantha began to lick her 19-year old daughter’s pussy.  There was no talking, just the sweet sounds of cunt-lapping.  A couple of Julie's friends had lead Jane to the floor where they both began to pleasure her.

For the next two hours all the women traded partners, and body parts.  It was like a porno being shot in my living room, but the only camera was focused on me and my agony.  During a break from the action Jane walked over and rubbed her hands through my hair, swaying her d-cups in my face... “It looks like Mr. Jenkins needs to be feed and put to bed, it’s almost past his bed time”.

“I’ll get the spoon”, Heather said.

Everyone had stopped doing what they were doing because they wanted to see what “being feed” meant.  Apparently Jane hadn't told her friends how sick her little games got.

“Now you’re going to give me a good load tonight, right?”, Jane asked.

I nodded yes.  Then Julie came over and started frantically jerking me off.  It only took a couple of seconds and I blew a healthy pent-up load into the cup provided by Jane.  Everytime they let me cum it was always a release, but cumming always meant one thing... I would be eating my cum in a few seconds.

Jane handed the specimen over to Heather to perform the deed.  Heather grabbed a spoon and started scraping up as much goo as she could.  Mimicking the feeding of a baby Heather waved the spoonful of jizz around a few seconds and then brought it to my mouth.  I opened up wide and accepted my seed.  I knew that if I didn’t, especially in the presence of guests, I would be in for a pain not worth enduring for a few seconds of cum eating.  The girls clapped in amazement.  Julie’s friends had never seen anything like it, a man being spoon-fed his own cum.

“How did you get him to do that?”, one of coeds asked in amazement

“Simple.”, my wife replied, “When a man knows his place, he does what he’s told”.

After my ‘feeding’ I was taken back to my room and left for the night.  Before Samantha shut the door she turned around and said, “You know I really am beginning to love you again honey, as long as you obey my commands, this marriage will last forever.”  I just nodded my head.  “Next week’s movie night will have some more special guests, I hope you’ll do as good as you did tonight.”  With that she turned the light off and shut the door.

That night while I laid there thinking about what had happened, I couldn’t help but be proud of myself.  For the first time in months my wife seemed to appreciate me in some sick sense.  Being toyed with by my daughters had gone past the point of ritual, and almost a private game of sincere domination and submission.  I knew I had to submit in order to have the girls in my life, and serving them was the only way I could show my love.  During the following week you could feel a noticeable change in the air, a change in attitude on both sides.  The girls weren’t as cruel as usual, and I was more eager to serve them.

Thursday night came around faster than before and I was anxious to see what ‘special guest’ was on tap this week.  I was hoping it would be more college coeds, or a teacher, or even our cute neighbor and her girls, I’ve always had a secret crush on them.  That afternoon there seemed to be more noises and running about.  I was locked in the dungeon so I couldn’t here much, but there was definitly an excitmenet in the air.

At about 6 o’clock my daughter Heather entered the dungeon wearing a a black corset and thigh high hooker boots.  She was also wielding a thick 7” strap on.  “Hey daddy, are you ready for your big night?”  I nodded in anticipation.  She walked over to me and removed my gag and gave me a drink of water.  “Thank you mistress”, I replied.

“You know dad, ever since we’ve started this new lifestyle, I have to say, I can see why mom was attracted to you, you have a nice body and a pretty cock”, my daughter said.

She attached her leash to my collar and lead me upstairs to one of the spare bedrooms.  The room had been cleared out an all that was there was a spanking horse built on wheels so it could be moved easily from room to room, a chair, and a tv monitor. 

“Get in position”, she commanded.

I got in position, which meant kneeling on the kneeler, placing my stomach across the flat board.  Heather continued strap both my legs down as I could not move.

“Hands behind your back”, she commanded.

My hands were cuffed behind me.  I was secured on the spanking horse in a sort of doggy style, but with my arms tied behind my back.  It was pretty comfortable because there was a soft cushion to rest my chin on which also helped keep my balance.  There was a hole cut in the middle of the top so my cock and balls could hang and could be accessed.  It sort of made me feel like a cow whose teat could be milked at any given time (or at least I’d hoped!).

Heather lowered herself to my eye level and spoke softly, “Tonight you are going to be a star, I just know it”.  She gave me a couple of playful slaps on the face and then placed a blindfold on my head and a pair of headphones.  I guess she didn’t want me to hear what was going on in the living room.  As I wait in anticipation I couldn’t help but get a raging hard on.  For once, my cock was free from any hurtful restraing device, I guess it wouldn’t fit through the whole in the spanking horse.

About thirty minutes had passed and then the music stopped.  I was electric with anticipation!  The headphones came off and then the blindfold.  In front of me sat my wife, Samantha in full dom gear.  “Hello baby, are you ready to entertain?”, she said with a smile. 

“Yes mistress”, I replied.

“Good, because tonight is a special night, you know why?”, she asked.

“No, mistress”, I replied.

“Tonight’s the night you prove your love for your family”, she said very calmly.

I could hear the door open and my two daughters accompanied by my secretary Jane entered the room.  They too, were decked out in various dominatrix gear. 

“But first, I want to show you how much I love you daddy”, Julie said as she lowered herself to my eye level.  Without warning she grabbed my face and started french kissing me!  My 19 year old daughter was forcing her tongue down my throat!  How hot!!.. Hey wait!!!, there’s something wrong, I ..... Mmmmph!  She had a mouthful of cum and was forcing me to swallow it! 

Julie stood up, wiped the remaining cum from her lips and said, “There’s more where that came from!”

“Bobby... “, Julie called.

In walked a tall slender man who looked like the statute of David.  I realized that wasn’t my cum I just swallowed, but this kids!

“Bobby and some of his friends decided to introduce you to the ‘next level’ of your lifestyle”, Heather added.

“It’s funny, you know how they say a lot of the swimmers and gymnasts are gay, what with the shaving of the body, and all?  Well, I guess they’re right because I asked around on campus and it turns out that a lot of them volunteered to help me out with our little project.”, Julie added.

“Now open up honey”, Samantha said.

“Be a good little boy and this nice man will give you a treat”.

At first I refused to open my jaw to accept his dick in my mouth. That’s when I felt someone grab my package and yank hard.

“AWWWW!!”, all right, all right!

Up until now I had never had a gay experience in my life... unless you consider being force fed your own cum gay... but anyways I was staring at a 9” cock and about to take a step across a line that could not be undone.  I had no choice... either comply or risk castration or worse, the whole world knowing about this debauchery.

I reluctantly opened my mouth.  The handsome coed guided his man meat into my mouth.  It was warm and velvelty... not like I had imagined.  Slowly he began to pick up his pace, nearly choking me in the process.   I could hear the girls cheering me on with such emasculating taunts like “Suck that cock you faggot”, and “Daddy’s a sissy cocksucker”.

It only took a few minutes untilt he star swimmer let out a grunt and sent jets of hot thick cum down my throat.  I did the best I could not to choke, but it was useless.. I ended up swallowing most of his load.

I had been so focused on sucking him off that I didn’t realize there was a line of about 5 young studs with hard ons standing behind me. 

“Well guys, here’s what you paid for...”, Samantha announced to the crowd

And the her best ed mcmahon impression she belted, “Herrrrrre’s Johnny!”

The girls clapped as Samantha turned on the tv monitor that was in front of my face.  The picture on the screen was a live shot behind me, a clear shot of my asshole, ready for a long night.

“You always wanted to be on TV, didn’t you honey?”, Samantha asked.

“Well, welcome to episode I of the “Sissy” show starring you.  We’ll call this episode the devirginization of Johnny”

On cue, the first stud grabbed my ass and plunged his cock in as deep as he could.

“Arghh!!”, I screamed.

“He’s so tight!”, the man said.

It didn’t matter how tight or loose I was, he pumped his meat in and out as fast as he could. 

I was close to passing out when I took a quick glance to my left and I saw my wife and two daughters standing together smiling.  Samantha waived and said, “I love you”.  To which Heather and Julie replied, “We love you daddy.”  I smiled in accomplishment, I knew I had accepted my new life, I knew my place.  I winked at my family and then went back to sucking cock the best that I could.

 

THE END.