This story goes with the pictures in “My Dad is my Mom is my Manslut” posted on September 13, 2022

Donna Sue, Donna Sue. Daddy and a Mommy too.

Hi Girls

My name is Kirsten Lofgren

Donna Sue Lofgren is my Dad / Mom. Yes really. You see, sometimes your Dad is also your Mom - and even your MILF -, especially when Dad is a cross-dresser as stunningly pretty as Donna Sue.  He likes the 'Mom' look. Smart, elegant, sweet. Nice dresses or skirt-suits, classy make-up. Dad has always been about being as 'Mom' as possible.

But I’m getting ahead of the story. Let’s go back a few years. I was 17 and Mom had left. That was no loss. She wasn’t a nice person. She’d known Dad cross-dressed from before I was born but she picked my 17th birthday to finally quit. Seems she couldn’t take the ‘embarrassment of having a tranny husband anymore’. Well, to be fair, we were living in a small town in the Midwest and pretty much everyone knew about ‘Don the Sissy’ (a term Dad hates).

Dad was devastated, but I told him “It’s okay Dad. Now you can be my Mom too.”

From then on he became Donna Sue most of the time, except at work. Which made it difficult to get dates with women. You see, Dad isn’t Gay. Let’s understand that. He adores women. He just likes to dress as one. But nobody in our town was willing to have him as anything more than their ‘gay best friend’.

Small towns can be very unforgiving of people who are different.

So as soon as I graduated High School we decided to head west to a bigger town. One that had a growing reputation as a nice place for people who are different. That’s right. We moved to Chapter City and ‘Don the Sissy’ became Donna Sue Lofgren, my Mom. We rented a small house in a cheap but nice part of town and both set out to find a job. I found mine first, as a trainee receptionist at Jigson Realty. The proprietor is Ms Helen Jigson, who with her sister Jessica, now owns Prettybirds and Daddies, (whorehouses for straight cross-dressers and the ladies who lust after them).

It was a completely female office. My co-workers said “Ms Helen” preferred it that way. When I asked why they just smiled and said ‘You’ll see”. Well I ‘saw’ a couple of days later when this beautiful lady walked in. She was tall, with long dark auburn hair and the most incredible green eyes. She wore a dark red sheath dress with an above the knee hemline and sweetheart neckline showing cleavage that was just short of slutty.

“Hi!” she said in a warm friendly alto voice “You must be Kirsten, the new girl. I’m Jenny. I’m here to take my wife to lunch.”

“Your wife, Ma’am?” (What can I say. I’m a Midwest girl. If we have lesbians, we don’t talk about them. We certainly don’t let them marry.)

Jenny just grinned. “They didn’t tell you, huh?” She looked around at the other girls who were trying not to laugh. “Girls! You are being naughty. You shoulda warned the kid. I’m gonna charge you extra next time.”

She turned to me. “I’m sorry about my friends. They have an infantile sense of humor. I’m Jenny Jigson. I’m Helen’s husband. Yes, husband. I’m a guy. I’d offer to prove it but, y’know, public place? Even Chapter City PD couldn’t let that one pass.”

Just then Ms Helen came out of her office and swept Jenny out the door. But before he left he said “Girls, explain everything to Kirsten here. It’s not nice to pick on the newbie. Toodles!”

My co-workers apologized but said they just had to see what a nice Midwest girl like me would make of Jenny.

Carol, the office manager said “The first time Jenny came in to the office he was a very handsome guy in a smart suit. Which confused us in the other direction because we all thought Ms Helen was a lesbian. She always talked about ‘Jenny’. It’s short for Jensen.”

Michelle said “But it turned out we’d already met him before when he was a beautiful cross-dresser at Prettybirds.”

“What’s Prettybirds?” I asked. They explained all about how Prettybirds was a nightclub staffed by cross-dressers and all out she-males who served the strictly women-only clientele. I had the last laugh when I called up a picture of Donna Sue on my phone. “That pretty Mom is my Dad!”

Carol said “You’re gonna fit right in to Chapter City. No problem!”

Later that afternoon Ms Helen called me into her office. Carol had told her about my Dad and she asked to see a photograph. I called up my favorite one of him in a nice pink skirt suit with a white blouse. He was wearing his usual blonde ‘Mom’ wig. Straight, shoulder length, smart.

“Oh he looks so sweet, Kirsten.” she said “Just like a nice Mom going to the office. Is he very convincing as a lady?”

“I think so, Ma’am. When we went to Des Moines everyone assumed he was my Mom.”

“Why Des Moines?”

“It’s the nearest big city to where we lived but it’s a long drive and gas is expensive so we could only go every couple of months. I’d go shopping and he’d meet up with his cross-dressing friends. Most of them really weren’t at all convincing. Not like Donna Sue.”

“So he had no friends in your hometown?”

“Nope. He had a few CD friends online. They’d post pictures and critique each other’s outfit. In fact it was one of his online buddies who suggested we move here. Nice guy. He’s got the whole busty blonde thing going. Breast implants and all. (Which made Dad SO jealous) Calls himself Harley the Harlot.”

“Really? Just a moment.” Ms Helen tapped the keys on her laptop then turned the screen towards me. There was Harley the Harlot buck naked with his dick erect. A cute young blonde girl stood beside him smiling proudly.

“Is this him?” Ms Helen asked.

“Yeah! Though I’ve never seen him totally... Oh wow. He’s gorgeous.”

Hanging around with Daddy’s cross-dressing wannabes had given me an appreciation of guys who are committed to their inner bimbo.

“Does he live in Chapter City?”

“Yep! In fact, he works for me.”

“Well if that don’t beat all, as my grandma used to say. Is he your computer engineer? He’s a genius coder.”

“Harley, my husband Jenny and several others are all mansluts.”

“Mansluts, Ma’am?”

Ms Helen smiled. “That’s what we call the she-males who work in my nightclubs.”

“That would be Prettybirds. The girls in the office told me but I thought they were kidding again.”

“No. In fact we have regular office parties there. Good for morale. We also have ‘Daddies’. That’s a new venture for the under-21s. As you know, you can’t drink beer in this state until you’re 21, but the age of sexual consent is a lot less. (Which makes no sense to me) We used to have a couple of rooms downstairs for the customers who aren’t allowed to drink. When my sister and I took over Prettybirds we bought the building next to it and made that into Daddies. You should come along. We’re open every night except Monday.”

“Could I bring my Dad?”

“Ah, no. Only female customers. However... He could come along as a waitress.”

“A waitress?”

“Well, you said he’s looking for a job. We have a few guys who dress as waitresses. They’re in chastity so there’s strictly no sex with the customers. Not like the mansluts.”

“So the mansluts are...?”

“Whores. Yes.”

“Including your husband?”

“Well, I wouldn’t employ other women’s she-males if I wasn’t willing to employ my own. Jenny’s one of our most popular hookers. He’s such a charmer when he’s ‘en femme’. I love watching him ply his trade in a little black dress. His legs are amazing!”

“That explains why he said he’d charge Carol and the others extra for not cluing me in about Prettybirds.”

“Mmm, yes. I allow them discount because they work here. Having Jenny and the other boys satisfy them sexually really improves their productivity and loyalty to the business.”

I thought about that for a moment then decided to move on. “I thought he was a lady when he walked in.”

“Everyone does. Our daughter and I are so proud of him.”

“Your daughter knows he’s a, what was it, manslut?”

“It was Suzi who persuaded him to join Prettybirds. Actually, Jenny started as a waitress wearing rubber falsies then graduated to the boob job and full-on she-male prostitution very quickly. Suzi owns 50% which is paying her way through college. So, do you think Donna Sue would like to be a waitress?”

“Well, he’s been a waiter before. But in a suit. Truthfully, he’d probably be happier doing it in a dress. How much do waitresses make?”

“Minimum wage but the good ones can make a lot in tips. Most of them aren’t there for the money. They either get off on being dressed like that. (As I assume your father would.) Or they’ve been sent there as punishment by their wives for some indiscretion, real or imagined. That kind doesn’t last very long. They just stay until they’ve learned their lesson and their wives take them back. But we have five who’ve been with us for years and make a reasonable living out of it. Nice gentle guys who love all the attention they get. Do you think Donna Sue would like to join? I’ll be honest with you, with Daddies opening we really need a lot more waitresses. Especially ones who actually know how to carry a tray and are likely to stay.”

“Well, it’s something to think about. Dad hasn’t been lucky getting a job so far.” 

“He’d have to wear a chastity cage. Would that be a problem?”

“Oh no. He has a whole collection of them. He always has one on when he’s Donna Sue in public. He says it helps him stay in character.”

Ms Helen looked across the desk at me. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, Kirsten, but I have to make sure you understand what we do in PB and Daddies. That girl in the picture with Harley? She’s his daughter. She’s also his pimp and his lover. Are you and Donna Sue in a relationship like that? Minus the pimp part.”

“What? Sex? I - no! I take photographs of him sometimes for the web. Usually clothed but a couple of times in lingerie but that’s only happened since I turned eighteen. Dad has never... Would never... So, no, no sex. Not at all.”

Ms Helen sat back. “That’s totally fine. The reason I ask is that all our mansluts and most of our regular waitresses are being being used by their female relatives, usually their daughters and / or wives. It’s a Chapter City thing. It’s not widespread and nobody talks about it but a whole lot of guys are, as my daughter calls them, the Family Fuck-bunny. My Suzi uses Jenny more than I do. Harley has a lovely wife but his daughter does most of the pimping. It’s normal for the guys who work in Daddies or PB to be pimped by their daughters. I wanted you to be fully aware of what we are. But for the avoidance of doubt. It’s not compulsory to have sex with him in any way. And most of the waitresses don’t have any sex at all. It’s kind of the point of them being there.”

Ms Helen let me take it all in for a moment then I could see she wanted to move on. She had a property business to run after all.

“Well thank you for taking the time to explain it all, Ms Helen. I’ll certainly ask if Donna Sue would like to try waitressing. I kinda think he might. Would you mind asking Harley if he’d like to meet Donna Sue, please?”

“I’d be happy to.”

I called Dad as soon as I got back to my desk. He was excited to meet Harley the Harlot and very excited at the thought of becoming a waitress at Daddies. “Are you sure, Daddy? You’ll have to wear one of those chastity things while all kinds of naughtiness goes on around you.”

“Kirsten, honey, you had me at ‘waitress’. I’ll have a job because of Donna Sue not despite her. It’ll be great. Please tell Mrs Jigson I would be honored to serve, if she’ll have me.”

So that was that.

The next day Harley turned up at our house with his brother-in-law, Carly and took Donna Sue out for a tour of Chapter City. Dad said they looked like Moms but brassy Moms, only just the right side of slutty. I was in work. Dad said they had a great time and what did I think of him getting breast implants and working as a manslut. I said to just try working as a waitress for a while before we do anything permanent and expensive.

MY DAD IS MY WAITRESS

Dad actually had to have a day’s training at Daddies. Mostly to familiarize himself with where everything is, the prices of the strictly non-alcoholic drinks, and how to address the customers. “We have to call them ‘Miss’ unless we know their names when it’s ‘Miss Amanda’ or ‘Miss Bernice’. And we have to allow them to touch us anywhere. In fact, for customers, there’s only one rule. ‘Don’t make the waitresses spill the drinks’. So, Joey, my trainer, says they let us put the tray down before grabbing whatever part of us is nearest to their hot little hands. Joey is Head Waitress (and also the company accountant) and has been waitressing for years.”

“What does his wife think of that?”

“Oh she lit out years ago. He works for his daughter, Gracie.”

“So Ms Helen wasn’t kidding. They really are owned by their women.”

“Oh yeah.” Dad said, as if I’d said they were all from Montana or something. ”In fact, technically, you’ll be my Owner. All my wages and tips will go straight to you. Well, y’r way better at managing money than me anyway so that’s cool, right?”

He could see I wasn’t convinced so he hugged me like a Dad. “Come to Daddies for my first night. It’ll be fun. But if you don’t like it you won’t have to come again.”

“But I won’t know anyone there.”

“I thought of that. Harley’s daughter Lea is about your age. She’s real sweet kid. A computer geek like her Dad. She’ll look out for you.”

“Oh I don’t know...”

“I’ll get Lea to call you for a chat and if y’r still not happy I’ll go on my own.”

So Lea called me and it was like we’d been friends forever. We talked for ages comparing our stories of growing up with what she called ‘feminine fathers’. “My Mom is great” she said “but she has an important job in City Hall and real busy so in a lot of ways my Dad is my Mom.”

“Oh me too.” I said “Only my Mom wasn’t great and, truthfully, I’m glad she’s out of our lives. Now it’s just me and my Dad / Mom.”

Lea picked me up the following evening to drive to Daddies. She was a pretty blonde girl with her father’s bright blue eyes. She was more than a head shorter than me (I’m kind of tall).  Cute, funny and fiercely clever, she was about to start college, aiming to get a doctorate in computing science. Even though I’m kind of average, just barely getting my high school diploma, Lea made me feel like I was her best buddy and her absolute equal.

Daddies was in the west of the town in an industrial area where two interstates and the railroad form a triangle. Lea explained “Prettybirds started here because all the businesses around it are closed when we open in the evening so we’re not disturbing anyone and we don’t get any nosey neighbors either. Whorehouses are not illegal per se in this state but we try to keep a low profile. We don’t want the cattle ranchers and the oil men getting hot under the collar because we’ve feminized a few guys.”

We pulled up in the parking lot of two nondescript industrial units joined by covered walkways on both floors. “That’s Prettybirds on the left. You can’t go in there till y’r twenty-one. I can because I’m an Owner (for which read ‘Pimp’) and therefore a shareholder. But you don’t really want to go there anyhow. It’s full of old ladies. No no, tall person, we go to the right, to the shangri-la-di-da that is Daddies.”

Someone buzzed us in and we rode the escalator to the upper floor. Lea said the two buildings are laid out and decorated in the same style. “The posters are different, otherwise some of the older mansluts would get confused.”

Mr Jigson (sorry, I mean Jenny) met us at the top of the escalator. Only he wasn’t wearing a classy dress like before. He was wearing a green silk and black lace basque, black seamed stockings, glittery green high heels and nothing else. His breasts overflowed the bodice, exposing his nipples. That was a sight in itself but I looked down. No panties! And he was erect! A silver cylinder stretched his testicles like twin tomatoes.

Lea just grabbed his breasts, put her head between them and went ‘blubby blubby blubby’. Jenny smiled wryly at me over the top of her head. “She does this every time. Hi Kirsten. Welcome to Daddies where the girls are in charge. No Moms allowed.”

Lea withdrew from Jenny’s cleavage and beamed at me. “Isn’t he AWESOME! Oh hey, new girl. You have to do this.”

She took my hand and placed it on Jenny’s erection. “Hold it tight and shake it like a hand. Go on! He won’t mind. We all do it.”

I looked up at Mr Jigson. “Are you sure, sir?”

He smiled. He has such a fabulous smile. “I’m sure. You can touch any guy in the building anywhere you like. And please call me Jenny.”

Full disclosure. This wasn’t my first penis. But it WAS the first one that just stood there while I held it without trying to get inside my panties or jizzing all over me. It was also not the last penis I would handle that night. No sirree!

Jenny said “Donna Sue is already at work so I have to ask. Do you want him to come to your table or avoid it? Only some girls don’t want Daddy looming over them while they’re messing with the mansluts while others want him to be made to watch.”

I wasn’t sure so Lea jumped in. “Kirsten, bubala, you’ve gotta have your pretty Dad / Mom serve us. We’ll probably be the nicest, most well behaved group he’ll serve all night. It’ll be a break for him. You’ll be doing him a kindness. Really.”

“Okay, then yes please, Jenny. Send him over.”

Jenny clasped his hands. “Excellent! Follow this bare Dad ass and I’ll show you to your table. Your other guests are already here.”

We followed Jenny’s bare Dad ass and I whispered to Lea “Other guests?”

“Just some of the other girls who own mansluts. You’ll love ‘em. Y’r new in town. You need to make friends.”

Just before we got to our table, Jenny said to me “8684. Don’t forget. 8684.”

How can I describe Daddies? Well, it was purple and magenta mostly. The only bright lights were on the stage where a curvy blonde, whom I recognized as Lea’s Dad, was halfway through a striptease. A cluster of girls lined the edge of the stage, watching his every move. I’d seen videos of women strippers and I have to say, Harley was as good, if not better. Instead of just doing his act, he interacted with the girls, talking and winking, letting them take items of clothing off of him. Lea waved while we slid into our seats. He didn’t wave back.

“It’s okay.” said Lea “He doesn’t wear his glasses on stage unless he’s playing a sexy secretary. We’ll catch up with him later.”

Table Seven was in a booth. You know, with one of those long, thickly padded seats that curve around the wall. Lea introduced me to her friends Emmy, youngest daughter of Sallie ’Supercock’; Jenny’s daughter Suzi and Megan, who wasn’t technically a daughter. She pimped her brother Shirley. “He is a Dad, but not in the ‘dadslut’ way.” she explained “Sheldon’s daughter is only a baby so I get the gig. Great ain’t it!”

A waitress approached. He had hairy arms and legs. The hairs poked through his fishnet stocking. Ugh! He had on a bright pink wig and a definite beard shadow. Suzi waved him away. “What was his Lady thinking, sending a guy out like that?”

“Maximum embarrassment, probably.” said Lea. “I hate to think what the poor guy did to deserve that.”

There were other, better looking waitresses around but I couldn’t see Donna Sue in the crowd. Daddies had been open for an hour before we got there and the party was in full swing. There were older teenage girls everywhere. Some were sitting at tables scattered around the edge of the dance floor. Others were dancing to Harley’s music or chatting to one of half a dozen ‘Dads in Drag’.

Emmy pointed out a short guy with a long curly red wig that looked just like Emmy’s own natural hair. He wore a black garter belt, brown stockings and red high-heels. No panties. No bra. His perfect C-cup breasts didn’t need one. He also had an erection to die for. Two girls who looked younger than me were stroking it and squeezing his breasts. “That’s my Daddy, Sallie Supercock. Guess why they call him Supercock. Shortest dadslut, biggest dad-dick. Satisfaction guaranteed every fuck.”

As we watched, the girls took hold of his penis and led him away. Emmy explained “We have private rooms for girls who want some quality time with our dadsluts. But really, nobody would mind if they just took him to their table and rode him there. I sure wouldn’t mind. I love to watch the Supercock in action. Specially if he’s naked. Those tits! I picked them out of the catalog myself.”

Megan pointed to another dadslut. “See the tall guy over there in the purple mini-dress and the stretched balls? That’s my Bro Ho, Shirley.”

“Doesn’t it bother you that he’s got all his ‘bits and pieces’ on show?”

Megan shook her head. “First off, we call them cocks and balls and tits. Let’s not pussy around with youfa-whatsits.”

“Euphemisms.” said Lea

“What she said! But no, it don’t bother us. They’re just guys doing a job.”

Emmy chipped in “The fact that they make a lot of money for us while giving us a darn fine sex life is just a bonus. A man has to support his family, right?”

Lea grinned “And they do it so well. Oh! Kirsten! Here comes your Daddy.”

Donna Sue looked amazing. He wore his favorite shoulder length blonde wig and looked for all the world like a pretty middle-aged Mom working in a restaurant. It’s funny, Donna Sue always looks ten years younger than Dad. He was dressed in the standard waitress outfit. You know the kind. Short black dress, little white apron, no panties. The dress had a sweetheart neckline and he had cleavage! Obviously they were rubber falsies. He had a black choker around his neck to cover the join. Unlike some of the other waitresses, Dad had no problem walking in the three inch heels. He had higher heels at home. He weaved his way through the crowd. One girl patted his bottom as he passed her. He grinned and looked like he said ‘thank you, Miss’ or something. The girl laughed.

Emmy said “Well this one ain’t hairy. Hot legs, baby!”

I told her Dad depilated everything regularly. Emmy and Megan looked blank. Lea explained “He waxes everything. Full sack and crack?”

“So he says. I haven’t seen under the skirt.”

Suzi was surprised. “For real? Well, we’ll soon fix that. Won’t we girls!”

I was scared Dad might’ve gotten into something he’d regret. I needn’t have worried. With a big smile he said “Hello Table Seven!  I’m Donna Sue and I’ll be your waitress tonight. Touch me anywhere. How can I help the best looking customers in Daddies?”

“You can show us what’s under the dress.” said Megan.

Daddy didn’t bat an eyelid. “Certainly Miss Megan.” He lifted his hem and I got my first close up view of my Dad / Mom’s dick, albeit incased in metal. His penis had been pushed through a curved metal tube. The head stuck out but it was impossible for him to get an erection. A metal ring went behind the ball sack and was secured by a small combination lock. The shaved balls swing loose. Lea grabbed them. “Oh nice! Warm, smooth, firm and big! Feel these, Kirsten.”

“I don’t think...”

Dad said “It’s okay, Kirst. You’ll only be about the twelfth girl tonight to squeeze ‘em. It seems all the other waitresses have hairy balls, which are not popular. Yuck! Besides, you own them now. Go on.”

So I did. I told myself I was holding Donna Sue’s balls, not Don Lofgren’s, but it still gave me a huge thrill. Donna Sue pursed his lips. “Ooo! Warm hands! Yummy!”

Emmy was talking. “I remember the first time I held my Dad’s balls. I got two older sisters so I was third in line and the Supercock was stiff as a rod but Dad said pretty much what yours just did. ‘It’s okay. You own me now.’ It was so romantic.”

Suzi chipped in “Can we see your cock, Mr Lofgren?”

“I’d love to oblige, Miss Suzi, but as you see, this is a combination lock and I don’t know the number.”

“Who does?” asked Lea.

“Well Jenny must do because he locked me in it. He said waitresses are supposed to stay in chastity until their Owners release them.”

Lea turned to me. “Holy Moley! That’s YOU, Kirsten. You’re Donna Sue’s Owner. Do you know the number?”

“How could I? I’ve never seen the lock before.”

Lea nudged me. “Are you sure? Think of a number. The first thing that comes into your head.”

“My minds gone blank.”

Lea sighed and rolled her eyes. “Does it have maybe an eight in it? Hmm? Think eight... maybe a six?”

Then I remembered the number Jenny gave me. “8684!”

Lea, who’d obviously been in on this, cheered. “She shoots! She scores! Unleash the Beast, Kirsten!”

“Go on, Kirsten.” said Emmy “I like comparing dad-cocks with the Supercock.”

I hesitated. Suzi said “You’re the only one with the authority. It has to be you.”

“Oh, okay. Hold still Donna Sue.”

My hands were trembling as I moved the tumblers round to 8684. The ring sprung open and I slid the tube along Donna Sue’s penis. It took quite a bit of gentle but firm tugging. It was already starting to rise. By the time I got it off, Donna Sue was more than half erect.

Megan said “Give it a few strokes, Kirsten. Help it along.”

I looked up at Donna Sue, who smiled and nodded. Like I said earlier, this wasn’t my first cock, but it was the first of a person I actually cared about. So I was gentle. Donna Sue must have been in a fierce state of excitement because he hit maximum stiffness pretty darn quick. Emmy produced a ruler and a ring gauge from somewhere and proceeded to measure it.

“Seven and one half inches and pleasingly thick too! Not in the Supercock class, but then who is? You have yourself a beauty there, Kirsten and if I was you I’d take it to a private room and give it a test drive.”

I was totally flummoxed. “I can’t do it with my own Dad, even if he is dressed as Mom.”

Dad, as he so often did in my life, stepped in to save the day. ”Now girls, don’t you go pressuring Kirsten. That’s not the Chapter way, is it? Everyone makes up their own mind. No pressure. Right?”

Lea nodded. “That’s right Donna Sue. Why don’t you get us some diet cokes and try to lose the erection. We can lock you up when you get back.”

“I can certainly do that Miss Lea. Will there be anything else?”

“Yes. If my Dad is free, ask him to put on his sluttiest dress and come over here?”

“You got it.”

As he wiggled away from us, Dad casually lifted his skirt at the back so I could see his ass, which, if I’m honest, was even better than Jenny’s.

We just ‘people watched’ for a while. Suzi pointed out a couple more dadsluts. They all wore either lingerie or very short dresses which exposed their erect cocks. “That’s one of the main differences between Daddies and Prettybirds. In PB we keep all cocks locked, not just the waitresses. We found the customers were putting pressure on our guys to give them free rides. So now we have posters up saying ‘Erections are Extra’ and ‘All Erections Must Be Paid For’. You may not believe this, but the younger customers in Daddies are much better behaved.”

“Yeah” said Lea “They’re much more respectful of our Dads. Some of them even call Harley ‘Mr Evans’ or even ‘Sir’. I think it gets them hot to be using older guys. That’s why we keep the cocks out. The merchandise sells better if you let ‘em handle it.”

“But surely they can’t keep it up all night.” I said

Lea shrugged. “They’re hookers. You’d be surprised how long they can last. But also they have coffee breaks and time to shower and change into different costumes after each trick. They go floppy then, to give the hydraulics a rest. And really, nobody minds if a guy gets a little droopy sometimes so long as it’s not while they’re being ridden. The customers take it as a challenge.”

Megan disagreed. “I don’t like it if Shirley isn’t erect in public. I go back stage and make sure he’s presentable.”

Emmy said “Yeah, but he’s younger than the others. He can keep it up for longer.”

Lea laughed. “Your Dad can keep it up forever! He wears me out and I’m less than half his age!”

Emmy folded her arms and smiled smugly “He’s got the record for the most women served with one erection. Seven! And they all orgasmed. I was the last one.”

Suzi said “It helps he’s got the three of you to serve every night. Jenny’s just got me and sometimes Mom.”

Emmy said “I told you. Send him over to our house. We’ll give him a workout. Always happy to help a friend.”

I saw someone move through the crowd. An attractive brunette lady in a dark red, glittery mini dress. She had neatly bobbed brown hair and piercing dark blue eyes. She was carrying a coffee cup and seemed to be looking for someone.

“Uh, girls.” I said “You said no Moms are allowed?”

“That’s right.” said Suzi “Except for my Mom and my Aunt Jessica, cuz they own the place.”

“Is that Aunt Jessica?”

Lea said “What? A world of no! That’s my Uncle Carly. HEY CARLY! OVER HERE!”

The most gorgeous tranny I’d ever seen, waved and made his way to our table.

“Hi Girls! Hi Kirsten. I’m Carly. Fuck me! Boy, I had trouble finding you. Donna Sue couldn’t remember what table you were at. Poor guy’s so turned on he can’t get his erection down or think straight. I sent him to take a cold shower and maybe try an ice pack. That’s a fine cock you got there, Kirsten.”

I tried to explain it wasn’t mine but Carly kept talking. “Anyhooo! Apologies from Harley. He and Poppy have a ‘Blondes With Balls” gang bang down in the Party Room. He asked me to cover.”

Lea grinned. “Take a seat, my good manslut. Sit here between me and Kirsten.”

As Carly sat between us, Megan said “You aren’t erect.”

“It’s my coffee break! I’m entitled to a little down time.” He took a sip and then put an arm each around Lea and me. He kissed Lea on the cheek. “How’s my favorite niece tonight?”

Lea leaned across to me “He’s so full of it. I’m his only niece.” She leaned back and snuggled against her uncle’s double dee boobs. “You busy tonight, Carly?”

“Am I ever! Since Daddies opened, there just ain’t enough mansluts to go round. Prettybirds has brought in a couple of drag queens who do hen parties but they’ll only strip or pole dance or maybe lap dance – but only if they like the look of the customers. And they’ll only work in PB. I think they’re scared of Munchkins.”

Lea explained “That’s what the dadsluts call Daddies customers. We aren’t Munchkins. We’re Owners.”

“Absatooley.” said Carly “The queens are gay so they won’t fuck gals - ever! But it means we don’t have to dance so much and one or two of us can come over to DD to satiate the Munchkins’ lust for older men in garter belts. We really need two or three more mansluts. Preferably at least one more blonde.”

“Why a blonde?” I asked

Well, there’s eleven of us. One each of gray, blue or pink hair. Three brunettes, including yours truly. Three redheads, including Emmy’s Dad and only two blondes, Harley and Poppy. Another blonde would make up the set.”

Carly squeezed my shoulder playfully. “Get y’r Dad to come over to the dark side and join us. He’d be great.”

“Really?”

“Yep! He’s only been waitressing a couple of hours and Munchkins are asking if he has PTF. (That’s Permission To Fuck, new girl.) Seriously, he has a bunch of fans already who want his sexy Dad bod.”

He drained his coffee and hugged us both again “Enough with the shop talk. I need a dance. Lea baby., can you dial up something smoochy for me and this beautiful lady here?”

Lea pulled out her iPad and grinned wickedly “I control the entire building from this. Bwahaha-ha! How about ‘Lady in Red’?”

“Perfect.” Carly kissed his niece on the cheek, stood up and held out a hand to me. “Dance with me?”

He led me to the dance floor and pulled me in close. “I suppose you’ve danced with a Dad in a dress before.”

“Nope. Not in a dress. We did one of those father / daughter dance things when I was sixteen but he wore a suit.”

“Oh! So I’m y’r first tranny dance. Awesome. It’s just like dancing with a cis guy but way sexier.”

“True. I’ve danced cheek to cheek but never boobs to boobs.”

“Haha! Good one. It’s like that old English song ‘Stately As A Galleon’ or something, where two old ladies dance ‘bust to bust’.”

“So, do you really enjoy dragging up and, well...”

“Being a whore?”

“Yeah.”

“I love it. How else could a guy with no education get to, well, let's say ‘dance’ with beautiful young women half his age? I mean, sweetie, would you look twice at me if I was plain old Carl Evans from the mail room? Of course, you wouldn’t. Y’r way outa my league.”

“Don’t be silly.”

“I’m not. You got that whole tall blonde Scandinavian princess vibe going. I bet you were Prom Queen.”

“Y’r crazy, Carly. Do you think the daughter of ‘Sissy Don’ would be Prom Queen? No way.”

“Sorry, I forgot how much more enlightened we are in Chapter City.”

He pulled me a little closer. I felt something stirring at pantie level.

“Are you getting a stiffy?”

“I’m dancing with a beautiful young woman. I’m a straight guy under this dress and makeup. Of course I’m getting a stiffy.”

“Maybe we should stop.”

“What? And disappoint your buddies who are watching us so intently? Look, I’ll tell you what. In Daddies, the girls rule. You do what you want and only what you want. But I’ve known Lea all her life and if she decides on something, it’s gonna happen. How about you and me get a room. We can just sit and talk. I promise you I won’t make a move. Girls Rule. But, when we come out of the room, we can tell them whatever you want and that’ll get Lea off your back. She means well. She fucks her whore-Dad (and me) and loves it. What do you say?”

His penis pushed against me. It felt enormous under his glittery dress. I put my hand on it. I thought of how many boys I’d had who gave me the sex that I wanted and not the quick fumble and spurt that they wanted. The number was zero. “I say, let’s get a room but we don’t need to talk ‘Daddy’.”

He walked me to the door to the private rooms. There was a touch screen. “Only authorized personnel can get in and I have to book a room using my PIN. There you go. Room Ten. My favorite.”

I thought I heard a cheer as the door shut behind us.

I’m sorry to say that we couldn’t take too long over the sex as Carly had another booking at nine. But we had enough time for him to give me my first double orgasm and to convince me that a naked feminized manslut with an erection is the most beautiful thing on the planet.

He left me to shower in the en-suite while he went out the back door to get changed for his next client.

“Am I a client? A Munchkin?” I asked just before he left.

“No Kirsten, sweetie. Y’r an Owner. Laters!”

Lea, Suzi, Megan and Emmy were waiting for me back at table seven. Megan and Suzi were trying to be grown up and cool but Emmy and Lea were bouncing. “How’d it go?” “Did you fuck?” “Isn’t he AMAZING?” “Tell us EVERYTHING!”

Well, I’m an eighteen year old girl, sitting in a whorehouse with her new buddies. Of course I told them everything.

Then Suzi asked “Who are you going to fuck next?”

“Next?”

“Yeah! My Mom said - for one night only - you can have any of the mansluts – for free! Shall I call my Dad over? Or if you want a blonde, Lea can call hers. He just got back from being gang-banged.”

“Girls! Let me catch my breath.”

Just then my Dad appeared, still in the waitress costume. He was holding the metal cock tube I’d taken off him. His penis was down.

“It took a while, Kirsten, but I’m ready to be cock locked again.”

I stood up and kissed him like an Owner. I started stroking his penis. “Oh no, Donna Sue, I think I’d like you erect.”

Dad gulped. “Do you want me to get us a room?”

“Nope. I’m gonna fuck you right here with everyone watching.”

That did it. His penis practically shot straight out to the horizontal. I pushed him down to the seat. Lea expertly slipped a condom on to him while I got my panties off. A crowd of girls gathered round to watch as I settled on to Donna Sue’s dick and took possession of my dadslut.

Afterwards I announced the my dadslut had PTF on payment of the usual fee to me. I made more than a week’s salary that night and that was just the start. Ms Helen sent Donna Sue to her plastic surgeon and loaned us the money for his breast implants. I went for neat B-cups. He’s a thin guy. Anything bigger would have looked weird. He also looks sensational in a bikini.

And that’s how my Dad became my Mom became my whore.

Hi Ladies! Madison here!

Okay. Get this. A week ago my life was ordinary. Girls looked like girls. Boys looked like boys. Girls were for friendship. Boys were for fucking. And Daddy was just Daddy. A good looking guy, gentle and kind and really my favorite person. Truly.

Then inside a week me and Macks discover that boys can look like girls (with tits) and be sexy. What's more my buddy Adele has a Dad and an Uncle who both have stripper class titties and look sensational in dresses and even more sensational stripping out of them – and -and -and you can buy them for sex! As Macks would say, SQUEEE!!!

That's a lot for a gal to take in, but there's more to come. We found out that, just like Adele, we have a super hot tranny Dad and Uncle. By this point we haven't seen Uncle Harley in drag, in the flesh, but we've heard stories and seen videos and yes, he is gorgeous. Oh and by the way, Daddy did a strip for us and Mom let us fuck him any way we liked!!! How's that for a birthday present! Have you got all that? Amazing, right?!!

Now picture the scene. Mom, Aunt Simone, Mackenzie and I are in Prettybirds, a brothel where all the whores and waitresses are men in drag and all the customers are women. We're in a big room they call the foyer. There's a small stage in the corner behind us. The bar is diagonally across from us. The room has a few armchairs and sofas and whole lot of women of various ages are standing around drinking and chatting as well as groping any manslut or waitress foolish enough to come in range. We're all waiting for one person – our Fabulous Fuckable Father – to make his entrance. Can it get any weirder, any hotter, anymore erotic? Yes it can!

A door to the right of the bar opens and Daddy steps out. He is gorgeous! Above the waist he looks like a pretty lady in her thirties ready for a night out at a fancy dinner or an awards ceremony. He wore his favorite brown wig, which BTW is the same color as my own natural color. The dress was scarlet with gold glitter and he had cleavage! Wow! It was a set of rubber falsies with a choke collar and straps to cover the edges. But wow ow wow! Honestly, if you don't look below the waist you'd think we had an older sister.

But when you look below the waist! Wow wow wow wow wow! The dress was so long it trailed behind him on the floor but it was slit up the front to show off Daddy's fine feminine legs and his massive masculine erect cock! Now I already knew the family penis was big and beautiful cuz I'd ridden it a couple of times already and it was better than any of the guys I'd had before. But to see it framed by that beautiful evening gown made me catch my breath. A lot of the customers did the same. My sister clapped her hands together and hugged herself. She jumped up and down. I thought she was gonna explode.

With amazing poise and calm, Daddy slinked (?) Yeah, that's the best word. Slinked across the room, right through the crowd of women who were all eyeing him hungrily. One or two made a move to grab a piece but he just looked at them and smiled and they backed down. He had total control of the room. This dear sweet man, who never raised his voice when he was dressed as a man, was the sexiest being I had ever seen. I just wanted to drop my panties and let him in, right there, and I didn't care who saw us.

But that would have to wait. First, we had to auction his first fuck as a Prettybirds manslut.

Adele's Aunt Marion, alias The Boss, the founder and principal owner of Prettybirds, handled the bidding which was brisk and hard fought. It seemed like a lot of women wanted to be the first to have the famous porn star Carlotta Cox. It came down to three women, who all had their faces covered, bidding against each other. It was intense. The bids went up 200 or 300 at a time. I wasn't at all surprised to find Daddy went for a record amount.

The winner told Mom what she wanted. Mom told Dad and he went backstage to prepare. Jenny Jiggles came over with a (non-alcoholic) drinks tray for us and I asked if he knew the lucky buyer was.

"Well, customers who cover their faces are usually prominent Chapter City citizens so we tend not to ask too many questions – so long as they pay. But in this case," he glanced at the customer "...checking out the great body and the fabulous legs I can tell you (in strictest confidence) it's well known Realtor, businesswoman and the most beautiful woman in Chapter City and maybe even the world, Mrs Helen Jigson, my wife and Owner."

Mackenzie gasped "Your Wife just bought my Dad?!! Awesome!"

Jenny smiled. "Your Dad is a very lucky fuck, Miss Mackenzie. Ms Helen is indeed awesome. Now, which of these delightful drag queens would you like the pleasure of, Ladies? You get one free each, in honor of the occasion."

Well Daddy had told us about his new friends so Mackenzie decided she'd try Patty and I took Moira. Just when you think your life can't get weirder or more erotic you get to fuck a guy who is not only gorgeous, experienced and obedient but is also more than three times your age, but wow that man could fuck! Continuously erect for nearly an hour he served me better than any college football player (and I've had a few of those). Amazing!

After we'd had our fun we went back to the lobby for a while, just to watch. Jenny said a lot of customers are just there to watch. Which is why everyone but Owners, Investors and very regular customers have to pay an entrance fee and absolutely everyone pays for their own drinks.

I felt sorry for the guys dressed as waitresses. It must be real hard to be humiliated like that all the time. Their cocks are totally caged, their balls swing free to be grabbed and they get no fun. The couple I grabbed seemed real sad. At least the mansluts are allowed erections. We stayed just long enough to see Daddy come back to the floor after Adele fucked him. He was (as always) stunningly sexy, dressed in a purple basque and stockings. His – sorry – OUR cock was caged but not for long. An old lady asked Mom for his key. Money changed hands and our whore Dad was sold for sex again. He waved happily to us as he led the lady to a room. The difference in attitude between the waitresses and the whores taught me men will do anything for you if you let them have erections now and then.

Aunt Simone drove us home while Mom stayed to pimp Dad. Mackenzie asked her if Uncle Harlan was gonna be a whore too, because she just comes out with these questions without thinking. I tried to shush her but Aunt Simone was cool. "Well I want him to do it and I'm pretty sure your Uncle, like your Daddy, will be eager to do it. Harlan has had fantasies like this as long as I can remember."

"But what about Lea?" I asked "Are you gonna tell her?"

Mackenzie jumped straight in "Are you gonna let Lea fuck him? She can fuck our Daddy if she wants. She's family."

Aunt Simone laughed. I think she has a soft spot for my motor-mouth sister. "That's very kind of you, Mackenzie. But let me think about it. Lea's far more innocent than you and I think might still be a virgin. Say nothing to her, okay?"

"Our lips are sealed." I said "Even yours, Macks. Lea's a nice girl. Don't mess up her life."

Mackenzie sighed theatrically, like she always does. "Yes Miss Madison. Thank you Miss Madison." There was a pause and she said "Anyhow. Lea's way smarter than either of us. I wouldn't be at all surprised if she not only knows about her Daddy dressing up but is fucking his brains out in a basque at this very moment."

Aunt Simone shook her head. "She'd have to be good with a lock pick. I sealed MY cock in a chastity cage before I left."

Shall we find out what Lea and Harlan were doing at that 'very moment', ladies? Join us next time for Harley's Story.

FRIDAY: MY FIRST NIGHT AS A MANSLUT

My Owners had decided that I should drive myself to Prettybirds as Carl, not Carly, and get myself ready rather than being dressed by one of them. My family would follow later, when the public doors opened. Madison explained "We're leaving your 'look' totally up to you. When Carly walks into that room we wanna be proud and amazed at how pretty and sexy you look."

"We know you can do it, Daddy." said Mackenzie. "Those old ladies won't know what's hit 'em."

Juanita just smiled, but a very particular smile that she only uses when I've been especially good.

Driving in to work on my own suited me just fine. I had a surprise for my three beautiful Owners. I'd been told that in previous auctions the guy had been put in a dress and stood demurely on stage till his Owner made him raise his skirt. Seems previous new whores had been reluctant or at least shy. I was neither so I was gonna be loud and proud. I had me an idea. The Ladies make us wear women's clothing. They say it's so's we know what it's like to be a sex object. They say men make women wear short skirts and low cut dresses to show off their 'best features'. Well, what if us guys wore clothes to show off our best features. What kind of clothes would they be? What would a sex-object manslut's evening gown look like? I was gonna show 'em.

I already had an evening gown from a movie we shot ten or twelve years back. It was scarlet with silver and gold sequins all over. The sweetheart neckline had false tits sown in. I'd hand tinted them to my own skin tone so it looked like I had implants. The train reached down a foot beyond my feet, even in the three inch heels I was gonna wear. The front already had a slit up the front, but not high enough for my purposes. So, when my Owners were out of the house I used my seamstress skills to open the slit until it was just above the base of my erect cock. Now THAT is what a man would wear in a world where women ruled!

I parked at the rear of Prettybirds and ran up the fire escape to the Stage Door entrance. I was good and early so I had more than an hour before the public doors opened. I hadn't been given the security code yet so Jenny buzzed me in. He was already dressed in a glittery gold evening gown, low cut to show off his rubber tits. He did a double take "So that's what Carl Evans looks like! C'mon in my man. Come and be girly."

On impulse, I kissed him on the cheek, something we never normally do when we're dressed as guys. "I fully intend to, sweetie."

I knew the way to the dressing rooms. I took a quick shower and checked I'd shaved everything. Ordinary trannies can get away with just shaving their face and legs and maybe their arms. Fine for going shopping. But I was to be a whore. No part of my body was off-limits to the Ladies (notice the capital L) so I had to be smooth – everywhere. I was used to it from my years making porn movies for my wife, but some of the other guys told me that shaving your own balls was the toughest part of being feminized.

I didn't agree. I thought the toughest part was 'The Cock Ring', or even worse, 'The Ball Stretcher', a plastic or metal ring, often weighted, that stretched the ball sack. It's intended to extend the scrotum so's the balls swing appealingly. But that only happens after you take it off. To get a nice swingy set of balls, first you have to stretch 'em. Which means either pushing one ball at a time into a ring only just wide enough. Or getting a ring that comes in two parts that clip or screw together. Either is uncomfortable and to be used carefully if you don't want to damage the goods.

I was going for the stretchy bracelet thing that Juanita had bought for me. Yeah, I know, but nothing draws attention to the balls better than a sparkly ball ring. You have to suffer for your beauty in this game. The bracelet was like an expanding watch bracelet but with rhinestones studding it. So long as you put it on just after a shower or hot bath when your balls are at their slackest it's pretty easy. So that's what I did. And I must say the Evans Family Jewels looked mighty fine. Nice and red and round, an effect that would only increase with an erection. No hurry for that though. I still had to do my make up and get dressed.

Moira and Patty had arrived for work by the time I entered the dressing room. They live en femme full time so they were just deciding what costume to wear to start the night. Us mansluts have to wear whatever the customer wants but we all have our own style to appeal to different kinds of customers. Moira, for example, prefers basques. I think I said before, he's sixty years old and still a hottie. Having been a whore since his teens and a man with C-cup tits for most of those years, he doesn't wear a wig. Instead, his silver grey hair is cut short in a neat pixie-cut style, just like you'd expect a smart woman of his age to wear it. One of his daughters is a hairdresser and keeps it in trim for him. He's owned by his 2 daughters and their 2 daughters and loves his life.

Patty is fifty and wears his naturally blond hair shoulder length and wavy. He favors bra, garter belt and stockings. The bras are always low cut to show off his DD cleavage. Both guys leave the balls on show, as you'd expect (You don't get customers if you don't advertise, right?) but the cocks are locked in a cage. I'd have to get used to that. The mansluts aren't allowed erections unless a customer pays for one, or if they're doing a strip or sex show. It's partly so we don't try to keep erect all night. It's impossible to stay erect for more than an hour and totally not healthy. The other reason is so we don't give free fucks to cute customers. Fair enough. We ain't here to enjoy ourselves but to be enjoyed by Ladies.

I wasn't sure what kind of costume I'd wear on a regular basis. I'd see what the other guys wore first. Meantime, I had my debut costume to get in to.

Patty was especially pleased to see me. "Moira bet me you wouldn't turn up."
I sat down and started on my make up. "D'ya get a lot of chicken guys?"

Patty said "Ooo about 1 in 3 pass the audition then either they get cold feet or their wife, mom or whatever decides actually she don't want to share her manslut."

I laughed. "My wife has fucked you. D'ya think she'd pull me out?"

"Exactly! That's why I bet you'd be here. Your Lady is lookin' forward to working' her way through every available cock in the house."

"She certainly is." I said "And any man should be honored to be fucked by her. She's the hottest woman on the planet."

Moira hooked up the front of his basque and shook his tits into position. "I heard y'r daughters are pretty hot too. They gonna be here tonight?"

"Oh yeah. We teased 'em a little but we had to let 'em come watch. Their Mom gave them a quarter share of me each."

"So they're your Owners too." said Moira. "That's the best way. Keeping secrets from family never ends well."

"You want me to recommend you guys to them?"

Patty said "Oh yeah! Hot teens. My favorite."

"It'll be a new experience for my girls." I said "Until they had me this week they'd only ever fucked high school and college boys."

Moira said "Us old trannies are way more fun than boys."

While we were talking the other mansluts and waitresses arrived for work. I was introduced to the whores that I hadn't already met and also a couple of the regular waitresses. I was told there was no point in learning the names of the temporary waitresses. They were only there for training or punishment and would be gone within a month at most. There was a list of men waiting to be humiliated in short skirts and bad falsies so there was always a fresh supply of waitresses.

The starting bell rang to indicate the public doors had opened. Time for the whores to go to work. I was still just in my underwear. There was no rush. I was being held back for half an hour to build up some anticipation so I watched the proceedings on the monitor in the dressing room. Women of all ages rode the escalator from street level to the foyer where they were greeted by Jenny Jiggles. Waitresses took their coats and brought them drinks while trying to avoid having their balls grabbed and bottoms pinched. They failed miserably, to their great embarrassment and hoots of laughter from the customers.

Patty seemed to be gathering a small crowd of young women. They played with his balls too but much more gently. It's not a good idea to incapacitate a guy you might want to fuck.

A door opened behind me and Adele walked in. "Hi Mr Evans. Nervous?"

"Truthfully, no. Excited, yes. I just wanna get started."

She stood next to me and stroked my butt. As a member of staff, Adele was fully entitled to touch me anywhere and fuck me any time I was free. "Well, we're just waiting your Owners arriving so maybe you should get into costume."

"Oh yeah. Sorry Adele. I was just watching the monitor. This place is amazing."

"Yes it is. And you should call me Miss Adele now. Any Lady tells you to do something you say 'Yes Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am'. If you know their name it's 'Yes Miss Adele. Thank you Miss Adele' or whatever's appropriate."

"Got it. But shouldn't you be calling me Carly, not Mr Evans?"

Adele thought for a moment. "Mmmm yeah, in public I suppose. But in private I like kinda pointing up that you're my friend's Daddy. Also, I've found that customers are thrilled when I call Abigail, Daddy. They think it's a hoot I'm his Owner."

"Good point. I'll pass that on to Madison and Mackenzie."

"D'ya need a hand with the costume?"

"Yes please Miss Adele. Could you zip me up?"

"Sure. I love dressing guys almost as much as I love undressing 'em."

As Adele zipped me up a message from Jenny Jiggles came over Adele's earpiece. My wife, daughters and sister had just arrived. I looked at the monitor. "There they are." I said.

"Woooo! Won't be long now Carly." She turned me round to look me up and down. "That is on heck of a costume! I have never seen a dress like that."

"Thank you. It's my idea of what a man's evening dress would look like if women ran the world and men were just sex objects."

Adele hugged me. "Oooo you are gonna be SO good as a whore. Your Wife & Sister must be so proud of their work. So Sexy Mr Evans, are you going out there erect, flaccid or locked?"

"I was planning on erect but I seem to have a problem. Maybe I'm more nervous than I thought."

My young Assistant Manager grinned. "Not when I'm around. I am adept at getting erections out of guys."

While Adele massaged me up to fighting strength she explained what was happening next. "In a few minutes The Boss will auction you. Whoever buys you will have you from 8:15 to 9:15. Then you come back here, grab a shower and a coffee and put on the outfit that will be on your clothes rail. This is for your first scheduled booking. Then you go to Room 10 by no later than 9:35 where you will be met by a dazzlingly pretty teenage girl who will fuck your brains out."

I looked at her. "You?"

"None other."

I smiled broadly at my beautiful Assistant Manager. "Yes Miss Adele. Thank you, Miss Adele."

We did a little kissing and cuddling, (just to keep the erection up you understand) until Adele got the signal. "We are go for launch."

She opened the door and I stepped out into a new life as a man-whore. There were gasps, cheers and wolf-whistles from the crowd. Madison cheered. Mackenzie jumped up and down so much I thought she might explode or at least wet herself. My Wife and my sister just smiled with satisfaction of a job well done.

The rest is a blur for me, so why I don't ask Madison to take over the narration?

THE OWNERS' MEETING

Juanita came home and we had dinner. It was our first time with me in a dress. Just a nice yellow floral number. Nothing sexy, but Mackenzie kept looking over at me and smiling like she couldn't quite believe it was happening.

I cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher. Then I sat with my Owners. Madison was in full flow telling her Mom how I looked way sexier in Mackenzie's dress than she did. Mackenzie then told Juanita what they'd done to me in said dress. Juanita decided to lay some ground rules.

"Okay girls, time for a family meeting with a difference. This will be a meeting of Carly's Owners. Your father is not only a whore but 'Our Whore' not just mine. He is Owned by the three of us, with me as Senior Partner. I get 52%. You get 24% each. Carly may not speak while his Owners are speaking and will only speak when asked to do so by an Owner."

Mackenzie grinned wickedly "Ooo sexy! I'm gettin' turned on again."

Madison tapped her hand. "Macks! Focus! This is serious."

I decided to get in some practice at being Owned by sitting quietly while the women of the house talked.

My wife formally opened the meeting. "The inaugural meeting of Carly's Owners is now in session."

This was greeted by giggles from the other Owners followed by apologies.

Senior Owner Juanita continued. "Item One. Your father will be working every evening except Monday or sometimes Tuesday and won't be home until about 3 in the morning. That means you have to get yourselves up and out in the mornings and you do not disturb him. You will also have to do more cleaning, washing etc since he cannot be in two places at once. You will also not pester him for sex every day. He's gonna have enough of that at work."

Mackenzie went "Awww! I was just gettin' used to the idea of having in-house dick."

Juanita said "And you still can. Just not every afternoon."

Madison grinned "Oh ho! I smell a rota!"

Rotas are how we run things in our family. Juanita's a senior manager at City Hall and fiercely well organized. She has spreadsheets for everything with post-it notes on the fridge and a wipe off board in the study detailing who does what and when. We have rotas for washing up, taking out the trash, mowing the lawn and now, it seems, we were gonna have a rota for fucking Daddy.

My wife said "A rota is exactly what we need, Madison, only, for obvious reasons, this one's not going on the notice board."

Madison smiled. "Why not? We could head it "Inter-generational Personal Encounter Interface Resource, IGPEIR for short or some other meaningless management speak."

She was joking but Juanita just nodded. "Okay, that works for me. IGPEIR it is. Next item. Your birthdays tomorrow. What are your plans?"

Madison told us they'd been invited over to Corey's house. My wife warned them sternly. "Doubtless you will discuss Corey's forthcoming party at Prettybirds. You will not mention your father. If anyone asks if he can be a waitress you say you've asked him and he would've but he's not available that night. This is true. You have asked and Daddy will not be available because he will be upstairs working. Got that? Because I'm not giving Corey's mother any excuse to look down her nose at me. Are we clear?"

"Yes Mom." "Yes Mom."

"Good. Let's move to item three. Your father's first night at Prettybirds, this Friday."

Mackenzie rubbed her hands with glee and giggled. "Awesome! My Daddy's gonna be a whore. Can you take some pictures for us Mom?"

"That won't be necessary. Are you aware that Adele works in the main club, even though she's only eighteen?"

"Yeah" said Madison "But she's part of the family firm so she gets a free pass from state law so long as she doesn't hit the whisky."

Juanita looked over her reading glasses. "And what are you?"

Madison grinned "Owners! Owners! Macks, we can go see Daddy being auctioned!"

"Really Mom? We can go?"

Juanita helped up a hand for silence. "Yes but it's more than that. Every whore has to have a pimp to negotiate with customers. The men never discuss or see any money. Now I can be there for a couple of evenings, say Tuesday and Thursday, but I can't have all those late nights and still go to work. I'm thinking I'm going to have to let Prettybirds pimp for us on some nights. It just means they get a bigger percentage."

Madison said "We could do Friday and Saturday between us."

"We could?" Mackenzie asked. It would mean giving up her own nights out.

Madison elbowed her. "Y-yes we could. But maybe not every Friday and Saturday? Please?"

Juanita agreed. "We'll all do what we can to support Carly in his new role but I'm afraid I can't ever do a Sunday night. I have to be up bright and early on Mondays."

I helped up a finger. "May I make a suggestion?"

Juanita looked at me. "Just this once."

"Any of you could pimp for me any night you want but you could just go home at eleven or midnight. There's nothing saying you have to stay till closing time. Jenny says things often get quieter after midnight."

Juanita said "Thank you Carly. We'll bear that in mind. So, any questions, girls?"

Madison asked "Do we call him Carly or Daddy now, Mom?"

"Hmm. Good question. I would say, in public he's Daddy, at work you should always call him Carly. At home you can call him Daddy or Carly, or indeed bitch, slut, whore, whatever turns you on."

"Okay, but I was just thinking maybe some customers would be more turned on if they knew Carly was being sold by his daughters."

Juanita nodded. "You know, you could be right. But he's still Daddy in public. Yes Mackenzie?"

"Umm, I was thinking, Uncle Harlan's a tranny too. Does Lea know? Is Aunt Simone gonna tell her, 'specially if he joins Prettybirds too?"

"Lea is only 17, okay 18 next month, but she's lot more innocent than you two. That's not a criticism of you girls. I've brought you up to believe sex is fun. I don't believe Lea knows about Harley. Simone may tell her, assuming Harley is accepted, but for now please say nothing to Lea. It's up to Simone, not us."

"Okay Mom. What's Uncle Harlan like as a tranny?"

"Harley's a busty brassy blonde and a ton of fun."

Madison said “Really? Uncle Harlan always seems to so quiet. Nice, but y'now, quiet.”

My wife said “Men often have completely different characters when we feminize them.”

Madison agreed. "I'd never have thought Daddy could be such a sexy slut-bitch." (I think she just wanted to try out calling me a slut-bitch. I didn't mind. It's what I am.)

Mackenzie grinned. "Cool! Is there any chance of inviting Uncle Harlan over? I got me a taste for hot tranny whores now."

Juanita laughed. "Let's leave it a month or so until everyone is settled in to their new roles."

Madison said "Don't look so down hearted, Macks. Now we're Owners we get discount on the other mansluts. Think of being able to walk into a club and just pick the guy you want. No guys that you don't like hitting on you. Total control."

"Cooool!"

Juanita said "Well, that concludes the meeting. Carly, go put on the lady cop outfit then come back here. It's time we showed our daughters how to do a THREE way."

I grinned. "Yes Ms Juanita. Thank you Ms Juanita."

NO MORE SECRETS

So, the secret was out. We told the girls they could talk to Adele about it but asked them not to let it get any further until my debut on Friday. Adele would be putting the word out that Carlotta Cox was coming to Prettybirds but I didn't want it known yet that 'she' was Macks' & Madi's dear old Dad. I trusted Madison to keep quiet but wasn't too sure about Mackenzie. She speaks without thinking all the time. We'd been living at our house for years. We knew all the neighbors. I didn't want to upset our nice life in Langton, at least not before I got my lawnmower back from Jerry. I mean, sooner or later some lady from our neighborhood was bound to show up at Prettybirds and recognize me. The whores I'd talked with Sunday night said our customers are very discrete and wouldn't want to talk about their visit to Prettybirds. Even so, I was thinking maybe if being a whore worked out we'd move to another part of Chapter City and I could become Carly full time. But that was in the future. We had to get through this week first.

I had a call from Jenny Jiggles around lunchtime, just to see how I was. As maitre'd he technically only manages the waitresses but he keeps a 'sisterly' eye on all the guys. I didn't realize that he's also a whore like I was gonna be.

I started with an apology. "I hope I didn't get you in any trouble by getting past your 'gaydar'."

"Ah no. You got past Abigail too and even The Boss said she wouldn't have made you for a guy if she hadn't been told already. You are pretty darned impressive as a girl. Maybe me and you should go shopping in Fort Lewis one day. Have a girly day out.
I think maybe if we'd've talked longer I'd have made you as a guy. I've stopped, oh, four trannies at the top of the escalator so far this year. What sold the deception with you was the family resemblance to Madison. You actually looked like you could be her Aunt."

I said we should have a girly day out. I haven't gone out much as Carly much in daytime for years and years. I could use the experience. We chatted happily for ages, swapping life stories. He brought me up to speed with Prettybirds. How it was run, who owns who, what not to say to certain customers. All that kind of stuff. He promised to keep an eye on the customers who were showing an interest in me and maybe steer away any who might be too rough.

"Sooner or later you're gonna have to be fucked by some bad girls. It goes with the job, but let's get you settled in first. Anyhow, you got my number. Any questions or problems, just gimme a call."

Wasn't that nice of him? I had the feeling I was gonna be a happy hooker. Meanwhile, the house don't run itself. So I did the shopping as Carl, and the housework and chatted to the neighbors, including the cute widow at 1196 who was always dropping hints that she could brighten my day. Like I said, Juanita, and now Madi and Macks, were all the women I needed, although I'd have to get used to serving any woman who wanted me. Still, they'd be paying Juanita for the privilege. It's not cheating on your wife if she's your pimp.

Tuesday afternoon I was back in the kitchen making coffee when my girls erupted through the door as usual. Only this time, when I gave them their coffees, it wasn't just a peck on the cheek, it was a hug and a big wet kiss on the lips each.

"Hi gorgeous." smiled Madison, as she squeezed my butt. Then she pulled back. "You don't mind me calling you that do you, Daddy? Only Adele says that's how she talks to her Daddy all the time."

"I don't mind at all. Just be careful if there's anyone around. You're gonna have to learn to be a little more circumspect in what you say and how you act."

Mackenzie said "Huh?" and Madison explained "Its a secret, dummy, and we HAVE to keep it. So you gotta keep it zipped."

Mackenzie nodded. "Okay. But we can still talk to Adele, right, cuz she knows it all anyways."

"Yup."

"And her friends?"

"What friends?"

Madison said "Adele told us the weirdest thing today. There's a ton of gals in Chapter City who fuck their fathers. And not just trannies but ordinary straight guys."
"Yea," said Mackenzie "They even got their own group, Chapter City Dance."

"Chapter City Dance?" I said "Didn't we go to one of their charity shows a couple of years back?"

"Yup." said Mackenzie "But that's just a cover. Most of their shows are private strip shows for their Daddies. Wild or what!"

Madison stroked my shoulder "So what we're saying is, there's a whole lot of people like us out there and they're all keeping secrets. So you don't have to worry too much."

"Good to know." I said and we sipped our coffees for a moment.

Then Mackenzie asked "Daddy, y'know last night? Was it like a one time thing cuz you had to tell us about you bein' a whore and all that? Cuz I really really liked it."

I put on a serious face. "I'm sorry Macks. I thought you understood..." Macks started to pout (so cute) and I let it hang there a moment before finishing my sentence. "After last night you and Madi own me, just like Mom does."

"Madison perked up "Really? You mean..."

"Yup. Mom gets 52% because she's Mom and you get 24% each. When I'm Carly I have to do what you tell me. I have to wear what you tell me and be fucked any way you want."

Madi and Macks looked at each other then hugged and jumped around the room. When they stopped bouncing, I held up a hand. "BUT I'm still your Dad otherwise. You still have to do your homework on time and you still do what I tell you in ALL matters other than sex. Understood?"

Madison nodded enthusiastically and Mackenzie hopped from one leg to the other with excitement.

"Yes, yes and yes." Madison said "Can we fuck now before my sister wets herself?"

"Well, I'm not sure. Do you have any homework?"

"Nu-uh!" said Mackenzie "We did it all at lunch. We were hoping we'd get another chance with you before Mom came home. Please Daddy. I got this dress of mine that you'll look sensational in. It'll be a little tight on you but we like tight dresses on a man. Let's fuck."

So we did.

Later, while I was waiting for dinner to cook I gave Jenny a call to ask him about Chapter Dance. I caught him before the club's doors opened so he had time to explain that many of our waitresses over the years have had daughters in Chapter Dance. "It's our biggest single source of recruitment for both kinds of waitresses."

"We have two?"

"Oh yeah. The regular ones who mostly work in the main club, and the guys who get roped in to the 'legal' teen parties. Those guys are nearly always Dads of Chapter Dance girls. A lot of them just do one gig for their daughter's friends but some get called back time after time. They totally love it. Our senior waitress and company accountant, Joanie, is father to a Chapter Dance gal. She's called Grace and, be warned, she is nasty. Very into bondage and spanking. Fortunately, so is her Dad."

"Wow. There's a whole secret world that I knew nothing about."

"Me neither till I moved up here to Chapter City. I thought I'd seen everything in L.A. but it's nothing compared to here. I blame the altitude. Well I gotta go. Doors are opening. See ya Friday?"

"Count on it."

"Oh I am, sweetie. Prettybirds is getting more customers all the time. We need more whores, especially cute ones like you. Bye."

CARLY & Juanita explain to their daughters that Daddy is a tranny pornstar and he's going to be a prostitute.

So my wife and I fucked. Then we talked. We had a plan. After dinner, Juanita called the girls down to the lounge. They all sat together on the sofa.

"What's up, Mom?" asked Madison.

"Nothing sweetie. It's just you seemed to really like those waitresses and strippers so I dug out some old movies from the attic. I thought you might be interested."

They weren't in the attic really. They were securely locked away in the study along with the rest of the Carlotta Cox tapes. Juanita looked up at me. "This could get a little girly Carl."

"Hint taken." I said, getting up. "I'll be in the study."

I left the room quickly but didn't go to the study. Instead I went to our bedroom, where I turned myself into the sexiest version of Carly I could think of (and that's darn sexy). Downstairs I could hear laughter and shrieks of delight as my ladies settled down to watch me in "The Girl With 10 Inches." (only a slight exaggeration for dramatic effect). It was one of my earliest porn movies, made when I was in my early twenties and newly married. I remember I wore a curly red wig and a cheerleader's outfit and finished by jerking off straight at the camera. We picked that because there'd be less chance that the girls would realize it was me straight off. We wanted them to enjoy the cute sexy tranny stripping first. Juanita had picked three movies of about ten minutes each, starting with an old one and finishing with one we'd made only a few months ago. We figured that Madison would work out by the third movie that the hot tranny on screen was Daddy. Maybe Mackenzie would too. Depends whether she was looking at my face or my dick. Knowing Mackenzie, she's looking at the dick.

Anyway, I had just about enough time to do my makeup and get into my outfit. Juanita likes me to keep everything well shaved all the time so I didn't have to do that. Eventually I was ready. I'd decided to go for that old favorite, the Sexy Secretary. Yeah, I could've gone for the Cocktail Waitress but that would have just reinforced my daughters' idea of me being a waitress. We wanted to move them on further than that. I was determined to be a manslut and the sooner they got used to that, the better. So there I am. Black shoes with three inch heels, dark stockings (seamed of course) with a black garter belt, tight black miniskirt (because my ass looks great in tight skirts), purple silk blouse over a black lace bra, and my lucky dark brown bob-cut wig. Faaaaaantastic!

I crept quietly down the stairs and waited outside the living room. I'd left the door ajar so I could hear what they were saying. The soundtrack told me they were on the third movie "Take a French letter Mr Smith" where I was, you guessed it, a sexy secretary dressed exactly as I was at that moment, right down to my lucky wig.

Madison was saying "Where did you get these Mom?"

"Oh I've had 'em for years. Do you like them, girls?"

"Heck yeah!" said Mackenzie "These are totally hot. Our friends would totally freak if they saw these."

Madison laughed "Especially the waitresses' daughters. This guy Carlotta Cox is waaaaay hotter. Those legs! Whooo! Could we borrow them, Mom? To show the girls?"

On screen I must've just slipped out of my panties and turned to reveal my erection. Mackenzie yelped. "Whoah! Look at THAT beauty! I'd love that between my legs. Waddya think Madi? Fuckable?"

"Ohhhh totally, absolutely, shag-tasticly fuckable. I would PAY for that!"

Macks said "These are terrific movies Mom. It's almost as good seeing it live. Aww, it's ending! Got anymore Mom? Carlotta Cox is AMAZING!"

I could practically feel my wife smile. “So he's amazing huh?”

Madison sighed “Oh yes. He's gorgeous.”

Mackenzie said “He's the sexiest guy I've EVER seen EVER!”

“Would you like to meet him?”

“YEAH! Could we?” They said together.

“Certainly.” Juanita raised her voice “C'mon in Carlotta Cox!”

That was my queue. I slinked in. Struck the model pose. Y'know hand on hip, one leg forward. In my best Carly voice I said “Hello Ladies.”

Both of them leapt to their feet. Mackenzie screeching “It's HER! HIM! Oh you know! Carlotta Cox! SQUEEEEEEEE!”

Madison stood back, looking at me. Her jaw dropped. Then she smiled at me - wickedly. She's got it! She gripped Mackenzie's arm. “Calm down Macks.”

“But but...”

“I said calm down! Focus! Look at his face.”

Mackenzie took a breath and stared. “Ohhh. He looks like... He looks like you Madi. Have we got a brother?”

Madison sighed like only an older sister (by 10 minutes) can sigh. “You are so dumb sometimes, Mackenzie. Look! Really look! It's DADDY!”

A look of horror crossed her face “Ho-Lee SHIT!” Then amazement, wonder – and lust. “Can we make him strip, Mom? Like Abigail and Raquel?”

REEE-ZULT!

Juanita said “Well okay, but you'd better sit down girls. Daddy is a darn fine stripper. You'll wanna watch this in comfort.”

My wife queued up “Hey Big Spender.” I know, corny, and I'll let you in on a secret, I don't like Shirley Bassey at all, but when you wanna do a striptease to impress your teenage daughters? Well, she's the go-to gal.

I pulled every trick in the book to get them hot. To start, I knelt in front of them as I undid my blouse. I had on my best rubber titties and a black choker round my neck to cover the join, “Macks gasped “He's got tits!”

“Foam fakes,” said my wife “But so darn hot. Go baby! Show us what you got! We want your balls, pretty boy.”

I threw my blouse to Juanita and leaned forward, pulling her into my falsies. I figured I'd start with my wife to kind of warn the girls what was coming. Then I turned my back to them and moved my ass – sloooowly. Juanita encouraged our girls to make lewd remarks. It was important they saw me as a sex object. I indicated to Madison that she should pull down my skirt zip and Juanita said “Stroke his ass, Madi. He's ours for the night.” which I understand is what Abigail said to Madi when her Dad and Uncle were stripping. Cool move 'Nita.

Zip undone, I shimmied out of it with three pairs of hands touching me everywhere and my cock straining in it's little pouch. Pinch me I'm dreaming. Ow! Somebody did! Bet that was Mackenzie. I moved away and turned round.

Mackenzie said “Where's your cock?”

It was held firmly in my little cock cage, ready to spring out at the appropriate moment.

“No rush, honey.” I purred “Your Mom said I'm yours for the whole night.”

I was down to the black lace bra, which was staying on to hold the falsies in place, a black garter belt and stockings and black lace 'stripper' panties covering my cock cage. I always wear one when I strip to keep the ol' beast in until the big reveal. When I'm about to strip I'm so turned on that the cock would spoil the line of the dress. And we can't have that, Ladies, can we?

Mackenzie pouted “Wanna see cock.”

Juanita nudged her. “Tell him. He's our stripper. Bought and paid for. Go on.”

Mackenzie looked up at me. “C'mon you slutty slut boy. Get that cock out!”

“I'm getting there, ma'am. I promise it'll be worth the wait. Let's do the stockings first.”

I planted my foot between her legs with the tip of my shoe just lightly pressing her pussy. She gasped. I smiled and got her to unroll my stocking down to the ankle. I was pleased that Madison (egged on by her Mom) was stroking my thigh. I turned to Madison and planted the other leg between her legs, pressing the shoe against her pussy. Her eyes lit up. “Ohh Daddy! You slut! Gimme more!”

She reached up to my garter belt and I let her roll the second stocking down. Mackenzie's hand stroked my crotch. Darn, but that gal was forward!

I left the stockings around my ankles. I wanted to keep the high heels on to make my legs look good. But I didn't need the garter belt no more so I got Mackenzie to unhook it. Her hands were shaking with excitement so it took a while. I looped the garter belt around Madison's neck and pulled her into my crotch. Her hand squeezed my butt. I pulled away. She was looking up with unbridled lust and admiration.

I did the same to Mackenzie, because you gotta with twin girls. She looked up and said "We want you! Now!"

Oh yeah, I had 'em!

The stripper panties have tabs on the side so's they can be ripped off quick. I turned my ass to my girls and indicated they should take a tab each. Juanita showed them how and made a countdown “3 – 2 – 1 PULL!”

The panties flew across the room to chants of 'Dad Ass! Dad Ass!'

All three played bongos on my butt while I unhooked the cock from its cage. Someone's hand tried to push between my legs to grab my balls but I closed my legs tight. I wagged my finger and wiggled my ass to keep 'em interested while the erection grew. I didn't have to do any stroking to get the cock up. I had never been so turned on in my life. I'd managed to time it so the song was just finishing when I turned and nearly poked Macks in the eye with what was now the Family Cock.

Madison gasped “Oh Daddy! It's BEAUTIFUL! Can I touch it?”

Her Mom said “Course you can. It's yours for the night.”

My eldest daughter's elegant hand closed around my dick and she softly kissed the tip. A less experienced guy would've shot his load right there and then but my wife and sister had trained me well. Madison passed the cock to Mackenzie who placed the tip into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue whole looking up at my eyes, daring me to shoot.

Both girls handled me for a while, getting more and more excited. You can always tell when Mackenzie gets excited. She can't sit still.

Mackenzie asked “Can we fuck him Mom? Like Adele fucks hers?”

Their Mom simply stood up, produced a coin, tossed it, and said to Madison “Call.”

This is how we decide who goes first in our family.

Madison called heads.

“Tails.” said my wife. “Mackenzie, you get first fuck. Take it in turns like good girls. Though if you are good, maybe Daddy will show you how he satisfies TWO women at once.”

The girls both said “Really?”

Juanita smiled and said “He's all yours for tonight girls. You can do whatever you want, just like with Adele's Daddy and Uncle. Call it an early birthday present. I'll be in Aunt Simone's house if you need me. But don't forget you have school in the morning. I'll be back at eleven.” My wife kissed me on the cheek and squeezed my balls gently. “Bye sweetie. Have fun, you sexy thing."

"Bye honey."

"Be gentle.”

“I will.”

Juanita slapped my ass playfully. “I was talking to the girls. You're always gentle. You play nice with Daddy, girls. What he doesn't know about sex isn't worth knowing. He's the best fuck you'll ever have.”

My wife went to get her coat and put her head around the door just as Mackenzie was lowering her self (with evident glee) on to my erection. "Bye-bye family. Oh and Mackenzie? Don't take his wig or bra off. It spoils the magic."

"Okay Mom. Byeee."

We heard the door shut and everything suddenly went quiet. I was sitting on the sofa with Mackenzie astride me. Madison sat beside us. Macks giggled nervously. "I can't believe we're actually doing this. I mean, after we fucked Adele's Dad & uncle, I gotta admit this cross my mind but... Wooo!"

Madison snuggled up to me. "Yeah. What I can't believe is how pretty Daddy is. I mean, this is our Dad, right? And he looks like the aunt we don't have."

Mackenzie said. "Or our big sister. Seriously Daddy, you look a lot younger as Carly." she looked at me for a moment. "S'cuse me but before we get to serious fucking, there's one thing I gotta do." and she leaned forward to kiss me slowly on the lips. She pulled back, licking her lips. "I always wondered what that would be like."

"Was it good?" asked Madison.

"Try him yourself, Madi. We're sharing this whore equally."

Madison smiled. "Our Daddy is our whore. I like that. C'mere, whore." and she kissed me long and slow too.

Mackenzie started pumping. I forgot to say that at this point both girls were still wearing their dresses. She said "Madi? You wanna get me naked?"

"Okay babe." Madison stood behind her and helped her out of her dress. She explained "We do this a lot when we fuck guys. Whoever is on second fuck strips the first fucker. It gets the guys so hot."

The dress went over Mackenzie's head, leaving her just wearing a blue bra. I said "I can't believe you two need to work to get guys hot. Can I undo your bra?"

"Nu-uh Daddy. Madison will do that. Your function is to be the cock."

I smiled "So you're just using me for your sexual pleasure."

"Now you're getting it. Boys are just fucks to us."

Madison unhitched her sister's bra revealing a beautiful pair of B-cups. Mackenzie smiled. "D'ya like 'em?"

"They're fabulous. Can I kiss them? Please?"

"Well I don't know. Waddya think Madi? Should I let my tranny slut Daddy suck my pretty little tits?"

"If you don't, I'm gonna suck 'em." Madison said.

"Well in that case, maybe you both should suck 'em."

Well, I sucked on Mackenzie's nipple a bit but she's shorter than me and I got a crick in my neck. I sat back and watched Madison work on her sister's titties.

"So, do you girls play with each other's breasts a lot?"

"Oh sure." said Mackenzie, bouncing even harder on my lap. We love titties. Hey Madi, wouldn't be great of Daddy had tits?"

Madison left off sucking. "Oh yeah. That would be awesome. Are you planning on getting implants like Raquel and Abigail, Daddy?"

"I haven't given it much thought. They're expensive and hard to hide if I'm wearing a t-shirt."

Mackenzie was getting breathless. "So don't wear t-shirts. You'd look better in a dress anyways. Wooo, I'm getting close. Tell me what kind of titties you want Daddy. It's exciting."

"Okay, I was thinking of Double Dees."

"Too tarty, Dad. You're pretty. Ahhh! You don't ahh need buzongas. Woooo!" Then she threw her head back. "I'm fucking the prettiest, sexiest tranny EVER. Ahhhh! And he's my Dadddeeeeeeeeeeee!"

She bucked a few more times then settled down, breathing hard.

"Good one?" I asked, leaning back.

Mackenzie gave a huge kiss which seemed to go on forever. "Ohhh Daddy. You are such a dirty bitch. This ain't over."

She got off me and waved her arm to Madison. "Your turn, babe."

Madison spread her legs and looked down at me. "Did she make you come?"

"Nope."

"Guess I'll have to then." she said as she slid my cock inside her.

"Not gonna happen." I said smugly.

"You don't think we're hot enough?"

"Oh you are the two hottest babes I have ever had the pleasure of pleasuring. No doubt about it. But I've been trained not to come until the end of the session."

"That sounds like a challenge, Daddy. Macks, strip me, will ya?"

Mackenzie lifted her sister's dress off and unhitched the bra. If anything, Madison had and even better figure. B-cups like her sister but she was slimmer and fitter.

I enjoyed the sight but kept my focus on not shooting. "It's not a challenge, Madi" I said "It's just the way I was taught. The lady comes first, second and third and as many times as she wants. It's my obligation to serve that. You have all the fun you want with me. When you're done – if you're pleased with me – then you give me permission to ejaculate and I'll come any way you want."

Madison kissed me long and hard and started to pump. "Wow Daddy. You are so submissive. We are gonna have a ton of fun with you tonight."

I smiled. "That's what I'm for."

MONDAY in whuch Carl and Juanita discuss how to tell their girls he is a tranny manslut whore.

Well, we figured that the longer we left it, the more likely it was that the news would leak out. Even if Adele kept quiet, sooner or later there'd be another teen party that I'd be the stripper at (Woo woo!) or somebody's Mom would be a customer and I'd be busted. So we decided to bite the bullet that next evening.

Monday afternoon Madison and Mackenzie barreled through the door laughing and shrieking as always. Juanita was still in work and would be for another hour and a half. I was in the kitchen. Both girls kissed me on the cheek as I handed them their coffees, made just the way they like it. They were my girls just being my girls. Madison being cool and sophisticated. Mackenzie shrieking. Both of them sparkling with health, vitality and beauty. I was their Dad just being their totally devoted Dad. I'd been that since the moment they were born. Would I still be that by the end of the night? Or would I be something else? Something more? Would I be their manslut?

"How was school? Did everyone enjoy the party?" I asked.

Mackenzie shrieked. "Oh yeah! Everyone thought the waitresses were heroes for doing what they did. Awesome!"

"What about 'Gizelle, who didn't take it so well'?"

Madison flapped a hand. "Oh her! She 'claims' her Daddy is buying her a pony to make up for the embarrassment."

Mackenzie jumped in "But WE think he dropped his panties for her again when they got home. She was sure walking funny this morning."

I thought about it for a theatrical second and then said "You're kidding."

Mackenzie sighed "Yeah, I'm kidding. Doesn't anything shock you, Daddy Cool?"

Madison, always the calmer of the two, looked me in the eye. "I spoke to Adele."

"Oh yeah." (I could teach 'cool' in school. She wasn't gonna psyche me out.) "Didn't she organize it? Was she happy with it?"

"What? Oh totally yeah. No, I told her about your reaction – 'Daddy Cool' – when I told you about the waitresses and she said anytime you wanna be a waitress to come see her. There are always vacancies."

Madison gasped. "She said that? You didn't say! Oh Daddy! Could you be a waitress at Jodie's party next month?"

"You sure you want me to be? Don't that mean you'll be pulling down my panties and messing around with the very organs that gave you life?"

Macks went "Huh?" (She's not too bright when it comes to big words. Its so easy to confuse her.)

Madison explained "Daddy Cool means his penis and testicles."

Macks thought it through for a moment. "Hmm, yeah, maybe not then. Hmm. No wait, Kelly said handling her Daddy 'doings' was a total rush and he didn't mind it either. But then Gizelle... Hmm... Then... Oh I don't know."

I sipped my coffee. I couldn't refuse but I didn't want to accept in case they called Jodie up straightaway. (Which would be just like them.) Then they'd have to back out because I couldn't be a waitress at a place when I'm already a whore, could I? That's just bad form.

"Tell you what." I said "It's not till next month. and we have to check with your Mom anyway. You two take a few days to think about whether you really want me to do it. Give me your decision, say, Friday. Then we'll talk to your Mom."

Madison looked sideways at me. "But you'd be willing?"

I shrugged. "Unless your Mother says no. Which is not a cop out. She's a good sport too. I don't see it being a problem. I'm happy if she's happy. Now do you have homework?"

They nodded sullenly. "Math." said Madison. "I hate math."

"What use is math anyway?" Mackenzie asked.

"It trains your brain to think logically. Go do it."

"Awwww."

"You know the house rules. Homework is best done fresh rather than left to the night before its due. You can't get through life by just being pretty."

Mackenzie grinned slyly. "Adele's Daddy seems to be managing okay."

"Are you telling me you want to become a prostitute? Because Abigail's job, working for women, is a piece of cake compared a gal turning tricks for guys on the streets."

Mackenzie looked at her shoes. "I guess not."

I smiled at my silly daughter and kissed her on the forehead. "Go. Learn things."

"Yes Daddy."

Juanita came home. After her shower I met her in our bedroom where we wouldn't be overheard. She was wearing just a bathrobe. "How are they today?" she asked, meaning our sweet and lovely daughters.

"As bouncy and full of life as usual. It seems the waitresses from Saturday night are heroes in the eyes of their friends."

"That's a good sign, from our point of view."

"Better than that. Mackenzie asked me if I'd be a waitress at Corey's birthday party next month."

"What did you say?"

"Well I asked if she really wanted to handle my junk in public and she was a little conflicted about it. You know how indecisive she can be. So I told them to think about it until Friday. Then we'll see if you agree too."

Juanita smiled. "Friday's your first night."

"Yup! No going back after that. We gotta tell 'em tonight, before they get too many waitress fantasies."

My wife dropped her bath robe and kissed me. "But if they have waitress fantasies about their dear old Dad, what will they make of him when he becomes a stripper and a whore?"

I kissed her back. "More to the point, 'Nita, what do you make of your husband becoming a stripper and a whore?"

"I've been turned on all day just thinking about it. You'll be sensational." She kissed me again. "Get your clothes off. No fancy stripping or dressing up. I just want to fuck my whore's cock."

THE AUDITION

After Juanita left Mrs Laurence said "So Carly, your wife has just gone to fuck another man leaving you, dressed as you are, to serve me sexually in any way I desire. How does that make you feel?"

"Like I'm having my best wet dream ever, ma'am. I was born for this."

She pulled me close and french-kissed me. "Oooo we are gonna have so much fun with you. But let's take off that pretty dress first. Wouldn't want to spoil it."

She pulled down the back zip. I stepped out of the dress and laid it carefully on the chair.

"Panties?" she said "I don't allow my men to wear panties. They get in the way."

"They were part of my camouflage to get in here, ma'am. But also my wife has a thing for cocks in panties. Shall I pull 'em down or would you like to?"

"Oh you can do that Carly. I only ever pull down my own, and only then when I don't have a manslut to do it for me. Turn away from me and show me how you shimmy out of them."

"Yes ma'am."

As I stepped out of the panties she said "Hmm. No butt plug either. Your wife does use a strap-on, doesn't she?"

"Oh yes ma'am." I said turning around. "A couple of times a month. It's just our girls don't know about this so I don't get to dress up as much as I'd like and butt plugs are kind of obvious in jeans."

I was just in a bra and stockings now. The Boss looked me over again. "And how much would you like to dress up Carly?"

"Well, ideally Ma'am I'd like to be en femme full time but that's not gonna happen until our daughters go to college."

"Why don't you just tell them? My husband said they enjoyed fucking him and my brother last night."

"Truth is, we hadn't thought about it until last night, ma'am. They've always been our little girls. I'm a house-husband. I brought them up so I'm just Daddy to them."

"I see. Kneel down between my legs and lick me to orgasm."

"With pleasure ma'am."

Well, with Juanita and Simone and their friends, I've licked a few clits in my time. Mrs Laurence seemed pleased with it. She told me to stand up and bend over the desk to be buggered, which was her term for receiving a strap-on dildo in the ass. I've always found that a very erotic experience and my cock was begging to be let out to play.

"Tell me Carly" she said as she pounded my ass "Would you fuck your daughters?"

I answered truthfully. "Well they ain't virgins ma'am and I'm just a sex object so yeah, if it was okay with Juanita and if they actually wanted to fuck me, then I would."

Just then Mrs Laurence hit her second (and very loud) orgasm. She slid out of my ass and let me straighten up. "My husband says they're very attractive and sexy young ladies. Have you thought about fucking them?"

"Just as a fantasy ma'am, to get me a little stiffer when I'm flagging. It's not for me to make the first move. I love being their Dad. I wouldn't want to spoil that. And I couldn't ever force myself on them – or any woman for that matter."

She unhooked my cage and my relieved cock sprang out. The Boss approved. "That's the cock I've lusted over for years in the movies. Slip a condom on, then lie on your back on the bed."

I did as I was told, as I always do. The Boss straddled me and slipped on to my erection.

She seemed to savor the moment before looking down and smiling as she began to pump. "You should tell your daughters. Judging by their reaction to their friend's fathers as waitresses last night and to learning that the two whores they fucked were their friend Adele's father and uncle, I'm thinking they'd be most likely to leap on to this excellent cock and fuck you until you beg them to stop."

"Ya think? Uh ma'am?"

"Oh yes. They would be insane not to use you. This cock is superb. You are obedient, sexy and pretty enough to pass as their aunt. Of course they'll want to fuck you."

And with that she went into overdrive for her third and loudest orgasm.

The Boss got off of me and inspected the condom. "You didn't come?"

"No ma'am. It was a close call a couple of times but I've been taught not to do that without the explicit permission of the lady."

"Delicious! I'll just call Adele to escort you downstairs. I'm sure you'd like a shower after all that. Don't worry about getting dressed. You'll be 'backstage' as we call it. Strictly no customers allowed."

"Thank you ma'am."

Mrs Laurence buzzed Adele and said to me "Call me Boss, Carly. Welcome to Prettybirds."

I put my dress over my arm. I didn't want to get it sweaty. Adele tapped the door and walked in. "Ho-Lee Shit! Mr Evans? Is that you?" she gasped. "My Dad told me you were cute but – wow!"

The Boss said "Adele, this is Carly. He's just joined us. Please take him down to the showers and find him some replacement lingerie. Then find Mrs Evans, who should be in the foyer by now, and ask her to come up. It's time to talk business."

"Okay."

As we were leaving The Boss said "Carly, when you've showered take a break in the Chill-out Room. Help yourself to coffee and cakes. I'll call you after I've settled the arrangements with your Owner."

"Sorry, my what?"

"Owner sweetie. Your wife? Now you're a whore you have to have at least one Owner. Tell your girls you're a whore and you could have three."

IN THE KITCHEN

Adele led me downstairs. "I can't believe its you Mr Evans. I had no idea you were a tranny, much less the famous Carlotta Cox. Madi and Macks must be so proud."

"Er, they don't know." I said as we went into the Changing Rooms "So I'd be grateful if you didn't mention this visit in school. They think we're on a date night in Fort Lewis."

"But you are gonna tell them? I'm sure they'd be thrilled. They were knocked out when they found that Abigail was my Dad."

"They were, huh? Well, I have to talk to my wife first so please say nothing for now."

"Sure. We're real good at keeping secrets here. But when you do tell them be sure to let 'em know they can talk to me if they have any questions or issues with having such a pretty, sexy, and, may I say, very fuckable father. Showers are through there. I'll get you a change of lingerie. Kitchen / Chill-Out Room is through there. You can meet some of the other guys. Welcome to Prettybirds."

"Thanks."

"Oh and Carly? You and me are gonna fuck soon. Probably most of my friends will want you too."

Wow! Most guys fantasize about their daughter's friends, right? But most guys got no chance of living out said fantasy. Yet not only was I being told I was gonna be fucked by my gals' hottest friend but probably also fucked by most of their other friends too! I was definitely gonna like this job.

While I took my shower, Adele had laid out new stockings, bra and garter belt and brushed my wig out, which was so thoughtful of her. I got dressed, freshened up my make up and went to the kitchen. Moira, the old whore I'd seen doing the burlesque strip was there. We said hi and chatted happily for a while.

Then another guy, a real cool lookin' busty blonde came in. He was the first whore I saw when we came in. The one who lifted his dress. "Hi I'm Patty. You must be Carly. I just got back from being fucked by your wife. What a fine lookin' lady. You're a lucky man."

"That she is. What did she do with you?"

"Oh y'know, nuthin' special. Dressed me up like a sexy secretary and fucked me senseless. She work in an office?"

"Yeah, she's pretty high up in City Hall."

"Thought so. Them office gals love the old blouse and skirt routine. Luckily, so do I."

Patty was pretty old too. Fifty. I thought I was a little old to be starting on this but they put my mind at rest.

"Naw! The teenies love us." said Patty "I mean we get fucked by all ages but Moira and me get most of our work from the 'Barely Legals'. They get a hu-uuge buzz out of messing with guys old enough to be their fathers."

"Or grandfathers." said Moira "I'm Owned by my 2 daughters and their 2 daughters so I know what I'm talking about."

"You fuck your grand-daughters? Unreal!"

"Well technically, honey. We don't fuck anyone. They fuck us. We are the passive, obedient objects of their lust. – And we love it, don't we Patrick?"

"Sure do Mo. So Carly, ya think y'r gonna like being a whore?"

"It's a dream come true, ma'.. Sorry I nearly called you ma'am. You look so girly, what with your tits and all."

Moira patted my knee. "So do you honey. Tits or no tits. You could pass on a summer Sunday in the park. Is it right what I heard? You came in through the front door dressed like that?"

"Yup. Me and my wife just came to check the place out. Our daughters had their eighteenth birthday party here last night. Told us all about it and I thought I gotta see this."

"Eighteen huh? Darn" said Patty "Missed it. I love working 18th birthdays..."

"And 19th and 20th." laughed Moira. "He starts to lose interest when they get to 25."

"Hey! A fuck is a fuck but it's waaaay better when it's a cute teenie fuck. Am I right?"

Just then Maggie Laurence put her head around the door. "Break's over girlies. Patty, you're in Room 9 with Mrs Kandinsky for her usual. Moira, you lucky fuck, have got the Terrible Trio in Seven for a slumber party. Choose your own nightwear. And Carly, would you follow me upstairs please?"

Back upstairs in the office I stood as The Boss explained the terms and conditions. We agreed that I would start work that Friday. Prettybirds is closed on Mondays, and Tuesday through Thursday is usually quiet. The Boss explained that newbies are always auctioned for their first fuck. "I'm putting the word out that we've recruited Carlotta Cox and will be auctioning him Friday night. That should get a lot of interest and hopefully a high selling price."

The Boss arranged for us to be led out by Adele via the backstairs and through the storeroom to the front door so's we didn't have to walk through the foyer again now my cover was blown. "Don't wanna spoil the surprise for the customers, do we?" Adele grinned.

As she opened the main door for us she said "If it's alright with you Mrs Evans, I'm gonna fuck this beauty next Friday, if I get the chance. Though I 'spect he's gonna be mighty popular."

"Of course Adele. He's a manslut. That's what he's for." My wife grinned. "Ooo I just love saying that. C'mon whore. I'll drive you home. You are way too sexy to drive."

We got in the car but didn't drive straight home. Juanita didn't want to wait that long so we drove to a quiet spot that we know of and she fucked me in the back seat. She even let me orgasm, which was so kind of her.

Afterwards, as we drove home she said "There's only one thing we need to decide now Carly."

"Wassat babe?"

"How are we gonna tell the kids?"

MEETING THE BOSS

Abigail came back and escorted us 'back stage', as he called it, up the stairs to The Boss' office, which overlooked the foyer. The office was large enough to hold a desk, a sofa and a bed(!). There was one executive type chair behind the desk and a single guest chair in front of it. A window to the left overlooked the foyer. To the right were a bank of security monitors flicking between various bedrooms, the foyer from several angles and what I took to be the party room, as a group of girls were watching a guy in a bikini pole dance.

Mrs Laurence, alias 'The Boss', was a statuesque redhead in her lateforties. She stood up and crossed the room to greet us. She was only slightly shorter than me. She shook my wife's hand. "Ms Ramirez! It's such a thrill to meet you at last."

"I'm Juanita Evans now. Please call me Juanita. This is my husband, Carly."

I didn't extend my hand to shake hers. Mrs Laurence's body language told me she wasn't going for a handshake. Instead, she put her hands on my shoulders and smiled. "My my, look at you. Aren't you just the cutest thing!" Turning to my wife she asked. "Is it okay if I have a hug?"

"Sure. He likes hugs."

Well I do, and when a beautiful redhead hugs me I hug back. Very nice. Mrs Laurence stepped back and looked me over. "So he's Carly now, not Carlotta?" she asked my wife.

"He's always been Carly. Carlotta's just a stage name. His real name is Carl. Nobody uses real names in porn movies. Besides, we have two daughters and I didn't want to confuse them by accidentally calling him Carlotta. Carly sounds girly enough but could still be a pet name for a guy, so Carly it is."

Mrs Laurence walked around me, still looking me up and down. "Yes. Jenny Jiggles, our maitre'd, is the same. His birth name is Jensen but he's Jenny to everyone, even when he's a man. Actually he has a very funny story about the first time he turned up at his wife's office and said he was Jenny. You must get him to tell it to you sometime. Oh my, Juanita. He has excellent legs. And that tushie! How old is he now?"

It was obvious 'The Boss' wasn't going to address me directly while my wife was present. That irked Juanita. Okay, we were effectively an arranged marriage in the beginning but we soon fell in love and 'Nita is only ever nasty to me during role play. I respect her as my wife and she respects me as her devoted sex toy. So yeah, she was irked. I, on the other hand, found it a huge turn on and my cock strained at its cage.

"He can speak, you know." Juanita said.

"I'm sorry Juanita. It's how we do things around here. Everything is reversed. Women are in charge. Men are sex objects. We have lots of little ways of belittling our men just as in the outside world women are routinely and, mostly unconsciously, belittled by men. It's our way of evening up the score. Please, I apologize. How old are you Carly?"

"I'm forty five, ma'am. And no apology is necessary. I defer to my wife, and women in general, in all things."

Mrs Laurence smiled appreciatively.

I later found that Mrs Laurence really was star struck (mostly from meeting my wife 'the Director' rather than me, I think). The Boss is rarely as gushing as she was when we entered the room and she absolutely never apologizes.

Just at that moment the lights in the foyer went down. Mrs Laurence seized the moment to change the subject. "Oh it's Showtime! Please come and see this."

Down in the foyer a young woman was on the stage speaking into the microphone. We couldn't hear what she was saying. "That's my daughter Maggie. She and my niece Adele are my assistant managers."

"But Adele's only eighteen." Juanita said "She's in school with our girls. I thought under-21s weren't allowed up here."

"That's true but this is a small family business. Adele's on the staff here and will be a partner in due course. State law says as long as she doesn't drink alcohol it's okay for her to be upstairs. Maggie's announcing an act. Once or twice a night, more if things are quiet, our guys do stage acts. It could be a pole dance, a striptease or two of them could do a little sex play. Depends on what the crowd is like and who's available."

Juanita asked "Do all your, what are they, mansluts? Do they all do that?"

"Oh yes, it's part of their duties. But they don't all pole dance. That's strenuous. You see that whore down the there, with the silver grey hair? That's Moira. You wouldn't believe it to look at him but he's 60. Still hot as all heck and making good money but he doesn't pole dance. Our guys are fully covered for medical insurance but we wouldn't want him breaking something."

"He's moving towards the stage." I said.

"Ah, it'll be a classic burlesque striptease then. He's wonderful at that. Let me turn the sound on. The office is sound proofed. I use it for fucking and I can be pretty loud when I orgasm."

"Do you fuck a lot in here?" Juanita asked.

"Oh yes. Three or four times a night. Quality control."

We watched for a minute as the old guy did his routine to some slow New Orleans jazz that was familiar but I couldn't remember the name of.

"Wow" I said "He's good. I can't believe he's 60."

"Oh yes. He's been with us since we opened. You know who most of his customers are? Teens and twenties. I never saw that coming when I hired him. I thought he'd appeal to our older clientele but they prefer my husband and brother who are in their thirties. And now that my teen son Kyle, sorry Kendra, and his friend Ashton alias Ashley have joined, well Moira hardly ever fucks anyone over forty."

Moira finished his act by whipping off his basque to expose a beautiful pair of silicon titties.

"Oh fuck," I said "He is gorgeous."

Mrs Laurence smiled at Juanita "Do you think he..." stopped and turned to me "Do you think you could do that, Carly?"

"In a heartbeat." I said. "I'd have to practice the pole dancing cuz I ain't done it all that much, but stripping? No problem."

"Really? We usually find that men have to be persuaded to be feminized."

Juanita explained "Carly was feminized by his sister Simone at a young age. When she got married she passed him on to me. He is totally at home with being a sexual plaything for women."

"What about doing sex shows with another manslut?" Mrs Laurence asked.

Juanita said "My sister-in-law is married to a tranny too. Whenever we can get together we dress 'em both up and watch 'em fuck. Can't do it often though. Simone has a daughter and we have our two. We have to pick nights or weekends when they're elsewhere."

"Fortunately" I said "they have very busy social calendars."

Mrs Laurence smiled.

The lights went up in the foyer and we moved to the desk. Mrs Laurence offered Juanita a seat. As a man, I was expected to stand.

Mrs Laurence sat back in her executive chair. "You have an amazing husband, Juanita. Do you know he is the first man ever to get in to Prettybirds as a guest? He even got past Jenny Jiggles. Jenny's was a drag artist in Hollywood and has a highly developed gaydar but he didn't spot you. That's very impressive."

"Thank you Mrs Laurence." said Juanita "I am very proud of him. Carly's worked hard over the years to be the sexy slut I want him to be. Now could we get down to business? I have the complete and definitive collection of Carlotta Cox's movies. You can have copies for the right price."

Mrs Laurence waved a hand. "Yes yes, and I definitely want to discuss that tonight but I have another proposition for you to consider first. I promise you it will not affect the outcome of the movie negotiations at all."

"What is it?"

"I'd like to offer Carly a job here as a whore. If you'd like to discuss it in private you can use the Boardroom across the hall. But I stress and promise that whatever you decide about that will have no bearing on the movie rights discussion."

Juanita looked at me and I nodded hopefully. She said "We don't need to discuss it, Mrs Laurence. Carly would love to be a whore for you."

Mrs Laurence laughed. Again, I'm told, a rare occurrence. "I'm sorry. I'm just so used to having to persuade guys to turn tranny. This is so refreshing. You have done a wonderful job with him Juanita."

"Thank you Mrs Laurence. So you'll take him?"

"There's just one formality. He has to pass the audition."

"Audition?" I asked.

Mrs Laurence said "In your case it really is a formality. Basically, I fuck you any way I want for an hour and as long as you please me you get the job. I do it for every manslut. I even auditioned my boy Kendra."

I shrugged. "Fine with me. Juanita?"

"Certainly. Would you like to do the audition now, Mrs Laurence?"

"If it's convenient. Or if you'd like time to prepare we could schedule it for another evening."

Juanita looked at me and said "You don't need to 'prepare' do you, my sexy slut?"

"Naw." I smiled "I'm Carly. Fuck me."

Mrs Laurence clapped her hands. "Delicious! Juanita, why don't you go downstairs? Tell Jenny I said you can have any manslut you like for an hour for free. Then later we can meet up to talk business."

Juanita agreed. She kissed me on the cheek and squeezed my butt. "Go get 'em sweetie."

"You too, honey."

SUNDAY NIGHT AT PRETTYBIRDS

So, I made myself up as Carly. My favorite dark brown, neatly bobbed wig and a simple glittery black shift dress with matching shoes and purse. The kind of thing a nice lady in her mid-thirties would wear for a girls night out. I'm ten years older than that but I look younger as Carly. Juanita picked a red halter-neck, but she has her own boobs and looks great with cleavage.

Juanita drove the car while I gave directions. I didn't want to risk being stopped by the cops. I found out a few months later that Chapter City PD and the County Sheriff's Department are well used to transvestite drivers. It's only the Highway Patrol that can be a problem. Inside the county and off the interstates the cops are cool. Our friendly local lady Sheriff is a valued customer, as is our Mayor and the Governor's wife.

Prettybirds opens at 7pm. We arrived about eight. There were already several cars in the parking lot and a tour bus! (Appropriately from Jackson Hole) We weren't expecting that. A giggling gaggle of women in their late fifties had just gone in through the main entrance. Juanita parked our car and we got out.

"Well Carly." she said "It's been a while since you've been out in public. Are you sure you want to do this?"

I turned on my 'Carly' voice, which is a little more southern than my Chapter City accent. "Sure I'm sure, baby. Let's go see the pretty boys."

The main entrance is kept locked. We waved at the camera. The operator must have liked what she saw as she buzzed us in. We rode the escalator up to the foyer and I unknowingly became the first man ever to enter Prettybirds by the front door.

The foyers was a double height octagonal room. To our left were the cloaks and a bookings desk. Straight ahead was a bar and some doors. To our right was a small stage, at the back of which was a large TV screen showing a tranny porn movie. It wasn't one of mine. I checked.

All round the room were lounge chairs, sofas and table. The room was full of laughing women. Many of them were glamorously dressed and I didn't spot one guy in drag until a blonde 'mature lady' lifted her skirt to expose a fine erection. The three women who were talking to him shrieked with glee and each had a good feel before taking him off to the booking desk.

The group that had entered just before us headed off to the bar. A good looking guy in a quality brown wig and long glitzy gold gown peeled away from them and greeted us. The gown was low cut to show off a fine pair of E cup foam falsies. The join was covered by a choker collar on which was written "Jenny Jiggles". I was already impressed.

"Hi Ladies. I'm Jenny Jiggles, your Maitre 'D. Welcome to Prettybirds. If it's male it's for sale. Are you from out of town?"

Juanita said "Why no, Jenny. We're from right here in Chapter City. I'm Juanita Evans and this is my sister Carly."

Jenny looked at us both. "But it is your first time, right? I'd remember two sweet latinas."

"Yes it is, Jenny. My daughters had their birthday party here last night and told me all about it so we just had to come and see it for ourselves. Didn't we Carly?"

I nodded, trying to look shy but not as nervous as I actually was. The guy was a very classy transvestite. Would he spot me?

Jenny said "Would your daughters be Madison and Mackenzie?"

"That's right! You met them?"

"I meet every guest but it's not every night we get such attractive twin birthday girls."

He clapped his hands and a waitress appeared by his side. He was just like the girls described them. Black dress and white apron that was far too short for anyone not in a porno movie. Slutty makeup and platinum blonde Marilyn wig. Clearly embarrassed to be there, he stood silently with his eyes downcast holding a tray over his crotch.

Jenny asked "What would you ladies like to drink? First one's on the house."

We ordered two vodka and tonics and the waitresses wiggled away balancing precariously on 3-inch heels. I had to say something. "She has to work on her walk or she'll spill the drinks."

Jenny said "That's Trixie and, FYI, she's a he. I'm sure you knew that. He'd never pass as a lady. Now you are obviously nice, progressive ladies who know how to be polite to transgender people but in Prettybirds we call a he a he. I'm a guy, the waitresses are guys and so are all our whores. We like to call them mansluts, by the way. None of us are transgender. We're all men dressed up to please women so we're not in the least offended by being addressed as he. In fact we expect it."

Juanita nodded. "I see. So 'Trixie' isn't a sad delusional tranny who's gonna get arrested one day?"

"No ma'am." Jenny smiled. "He's here because his wife caught him looking at online tranny porn. She thought he should learn what it's really like."

"Ah! I thought he looked embarrassed."

Jenny agreed. "That's kind of the point. Waitresses are here to be messed with. They're ice breakers. Make 'em lift their skirts. Pinch their bottoms. Squeeze their balls. Whatever you like. They're just sex toys to be played with. When it comes to waitresses we only have one rule..."

"Don't make them spill the drinks." I said "Madison told me."

Jenny smiled. "I can see you're Madison's aunt. She looks just like you."

Just then Trixie came back with the drinks. Juanita said to him. "I gotta try this. Show us your cock, Trixie."

Trixie blushed but said "Yes ma'm." and raised his skirt. His cock was encased in a metal tube too narrow for the average penis.The head was bursting out at one end and the balls were tightly gripped at the other by two metal rings, making them stand out in a way I found weirdly attractive. Juanita took one ball between thumb and forefinger and squeezed just a little. "That looks painful, Trixie. Is it?"

Trixie winced but didn't move. "Yes ma'am, it is but it's for my own good. My wife, sorry I have to call her my Owner now, has told me that if I do this for a month I can come home."

Juanita motioned to me to have a go and I stroked the end of the poor guy's dick. "How much longer you got?" I asked.

"This is my second night ma'am. If my Owner asks, could you please tell her I was good?"

I'd never been addressed as ma'am before.

Juanita asked "Is your, what is it, Owner here tonight?"

"Yes ma'am. She's over there, talking to Kendra. Oh my. Looks like she's gonna buy him. They're going to the booking desk. Oh my oh my. This is awful. He's just a kid. We have a daughter older than him."

We looked over at a middle aged brunette standing at a desk with her arm around the waist of a very pretty brown haired teen in a pink minidress.

"That's a guy?" I gasped.

"That's one of our newest mansluts." Jenny explained. "Kendra is The Boss' son. He's very popular. I could check when he's free next, if you're interested."

Juanita said "He's a little too young for me. I was hoping to meet Raquel or Abigail."

"Ah yes. The whores your girls had. Well, I'm afraid Raquel is back downstairs doing a striptease for the tour bus crowd right now. But that tall redhead babe with the tits nearly popping out of the sparkly dress over there is our Abigail."

"He has a collar like yours." Juanita said.

"Yes ma'am. As you can see, many of our whores are stunningly pretty so we all wear something, a badge, a button or a collar showing we're mansluts just to avoid any confusion. Wouldn't want customers propositioning other customers, would we? C'mon over. I'll introduce you."

As we crossed the room to Abigail, Trixie's wife passed him and (I kid you not) bellowed "What are you lookin' at SLUT? Get back to work or I'll make it TWO months."

Trixie curtsied (yeah curtsied) and wiggled off.

My wife (who is actually a very nice lady and only spanks in fun) said. "That was harsh."

Jenny shrugged. "What can I say? Prettybirds exists to put women in charge and men in their place. That means some of our customers er, shall we say, over-compensate for the change in power structure."

He introduced us to Abigail who turned out to be a really nice guy in his mid-thirties. He must have only been a teenager when he fathered Adele. It was a little disconcerting to be talking to a guy with such beautiful tits that were, as Jenny said, nearly popping out of his very low cut dress. I'd always wished I could have implants but with the girls at home it just didn't seem possible. Seeing a nice pair was making my cock ache. So while Juanita was chatting (and flirting) with him, I scanned the room. Now that I knew to look for the collar I could see there were 7 or 8 guys in drag, all real pretty, chatting to customers. Other customers were molesting the waitresses, which caused a lot of laughter. A group of older women were watching the big TV behind the stage. They were showing one of mine! Carlotta Cox Does Dallas. It was about ten years ago and I had on a blonde wig but it was me.

"Excuse me Abigail." I said "Could you tell me where you got that video from?"

He looked. "Oh Carlotta Cox Does Dallas! I am a HUGE fan of Carlotta. He was such an inspiration and Jay Ramirez, the director was a genius. I'm afraid we only have two of his though. This one and 'Pump Her Nickel'. So hot! Whew! They're from The Boss' personal collection."

Juanita saw a business opportunity. "Would you be interested in purchasing more?"

Abigail blinked. "Sure! The Boss is a huge fan too. She discovered Carlotta after the website closed. The two videos were a gift from a customer who thought she'd like them. You have more?"

Juanita smiled. "I have the entire back catalog and some that were never released."

"How is that possible? No one has the unreleased stuff."

"I am Juanita Evans. On the movies I'm credited as Jay Ramirez. I'm the director, producer and camera person."

Abigail immediately became a total fanboy. "Ohhh! Ms Ramirez, what an honor! I love your work."

Juanita paused for effect (she does that a lot) "And Carlotta Cox is my husband."

Abigail looked at the TV then looked at me. His mouth fell open.

I gave a little wave and, in my own voice, said "Hi there."

Collecting himself, Abigail said "Please ma'am, sir, could you just wait here a minute while I go get The Boss? I'm sure she would love to meet you. Both of you." He started to go toward one of the doors in the back wall. Then stopped. "Trixie! Give these ladies another drink, on the house." Then he turned, muttering "Jay Ramirez! Wow!"

I said to my wife. "Looks like you're famous, babe."

She kissed me on the cheek. "WE are famous, darling. You were always the star of the show."

SUNDAY MORNING

Next morning, being Sunday, everybody slept in. I was first up as usual and went for my morning jog. Just a couple of laps of Bevis Park to keep me in trim. I like to keep my legs firm but not over-muscled so's they look good in high heels. By the time I got back, Madi and Macks had gone over to their friend's house, mostly to talk about last night. Juanita had made coffee and sandwiches and we sat at the kitchen table.

She smiled. "I found out more about last night."

"There was more?"

"Yup. When you weren't around to intimidate them with your cooler than cool persona they told me more. Turns out that the sedate ladies club upstairs is actually a 'Ladies Only' brothel."

"What!?"

"Uh-huh. Its full name is Prettybirds Ladies Only Nightclub and Whorehouse. And get this, all the whores are guys in drag."

"Wow! Really? Can I join?"

My wife grinned. "I thought you'd say that, you dirty slut. But there's more. 'Daddies' is kept scrupulously separate from the whore house upstairs. That much of what the girls said was true. It seems the upstairs customers don't wanna be bothered with teenies and they have a proper whiskey-selling bar so strictly no underage gals. BUT, what they didn't tell you was as birthday girls our sweet and sassy daughters were entitled to a free fuck from the whores."

I swallowed my sandwich. "And they enjoyed shagging a tranny?"

"They totally loved it. Those two strippers they mentioned? They had them, in a private room, while the 'waitresses' entertained their friends. The waitresses did way more than serve drinks too. The girls stripped 'em down to bra and stockings. They gave oral to a few of the girls, and – get this – including their own daughters."

"Even Gizelle who didn't cope so well?"

"Umm, maybe not. I'd have to check. But at least three men serviced their daughter's clits."

"Ho-lee Shit! That's hot!"

My wife nodded in agreement. "And best of all, the stripper-whore guys that our daughters had? Not only did they have breast implants..."

She paused while I gasped. I've always wanted my own tits but couldn't. They're hard to hide when you're in male clothing.

My wife continued "... but they were your friend Adele's uncle and father."

"We have so gotta see this place, Juanita. It sounds amazing."

"I thought I could go and check it out tonight."

"Me too." I said.

"Carly, it's ladies only."

It was my turn to smile. "C'mon 'Nita. You know I can pass as female any time. Won't it be a buzz to take your feminized husband to a male brothel? So long as I don't buy a guy, no one will know."

Juanita thought for a moment. "I was kinda thinking of 'testing the product' as it were. I don't think I could if you were there."

"Aww, c'mon 'Nita. I've always known guys are just sex objects to you. Do I ever complain when you're fucking Harley right next to me? Granted my sister is probably riding me at the same time, but do I?"

Juanita touched my hand. "Carly you are way more than a sex object to me. You know that. You are the kind and loving father of my children, my very best friend and the prettiest sexiest man I know. What we do and what we have together is fun. I don't want to spoil that."

"And you won't, honey. I want to see this Prettybirds place and if you want to hire a whore while we're there, that's okay. I'll be getting a rush out of passing as female in a crowd of women. C'mon. Call Simone and ask her if the girls can sleep there tonight. Tell her it's a date night. Heck you should probably tell her the whole truth. She'd love Prettybirds too."

Juanita nodded "Okay, but I'll tell the girls we're going to Fort Lewis for a concert and won't be back till the early hours."

"Agreed. They don't need to know we're checking up on them."

Juanita kissed me. "More like they don't need to know that their Daddy can pass as a very pretty lady. At least – not yet!"

Simone loves her nieces and was more than happy to let them sleepover. Her daughter Lea, is just a couple of months younger than her cousins and gets on well with them. Surprisingly well considering she's a very intelligent girl and a self-confessed geek who loves sci-fi and computers. I think she's pretty and petite but she never wears makeup or the kind of frankly sexy clothes that my daughters (and yours truly) prefer to wear. Lea (which FYI is pronounces Lee-AH, not like the Star Wars princess) is a really nice, sunny-smiley gal who, like Madi and Macks, had no idea at the time that her Daddy, Harlan, was a tranny sex toy for his wife. I did wonder if she had any suspicions about it because she's a lot brighter than our girls and she sometimes made remarks about 'Daddy being the pretty one in the family'. I always used to pat her head and say "No Princess. You're the pretty one." Which was true. A clever smiley girl is always attractive. Lea's always been my little buddy. She laughed at my corny jokes. I was just beginning to think that maybe my girls were gonna be using me soon but what if Lea got in on the action too? I wasn't sure I could deal with my sweet smiley li'l buddy perched on my cock. But then again. I'm just a guy in a girdle. Fucking is what I'm for.

FRIDAY: THE TWINS' 18th BIRTHDAY PARTY

Anyhow it was time for Madi and Mack's 18th birthday and they wanted to go to a club. Juanita and I said they were too young but Madi pleaded “Aww c'mon parents. The club isn't the usual nightclub with loud music, drinking and boys. Honest. It's a sedate club for Chapter City's business women. Very select. Women only. They have a room for hire for Under 21 parties which has a strictly non-alcoholic bar and a separate entrance from the main club. The parties are for girls only. No boys allowed. Oh and they close at midnight which means you won't have to wait up for us. It'll be fine. Promise."

I know – you're way ahead of me – it was Prettybirds.

“So what kind of a party is it?” Juanita asked.

“We don't know.” Madison replied. “Adele is organizing it. Her Aunt Marion owns the club and Adele works there at weekends so's she's getting the room at staff rates."

“Oh well.” I said “If Adele's organizing it, that'll be okay.”

My wife asked “Who is Adele and why is that okay?”

Mackenzie grinned. “Daddy's got the hots for my buddy Adele.”

“Not true. It's just I was talking to her at Danny's barbecue and she struck me as practically the only friend you have who isn't a bubble head.”

“How so?” Juanita asked, not convinced. For a women who sometimes lends me out to her friends for sex, she can be very possessive.

“She has good grades” I said “and plans to go to business school. She says her Aunt owns a lot of properties and businesses around Chapter City and she intends joining the family firm. The club must be part of that. Really Juanita. Adele's a sensible girl. I'm sure they'll be fine. I'll drive them there and pick them up.”

So that was agreed.

The party was on a Saturday night, a few days before their actual birthday. The birthday itself was on a school night. We'd have drawn the line at that. We live far out on the east side of Chapter City and the club is on the west side in a kind of a triangle between the east-west and north-south interstates and the railroad. I drove them across town and found the place with only a couple of wrong turns. It wasn't where you'd expect a 'select ladies club' to be. It looked like a factory unit just like all the others around it. The only thing that set it apart was a small pink neon sign saying 'Prettybirds'. I was about to turn in to the parking lot but Madison directed me to the next turn which was the other side of a wall extending from the building down to the sidewalk, effectively screening the main entrance from the 'party room' entrance.

"The first turn was the club entrance. We wouldn't be allowed in that way. Here's the turn."

There was an even smaller pink neon sign that said 'Daddies'. A teenage girl was waving from the doorway.

"There's Adele." said Mackenzie. "This is the place."

I pulled up and my girls got out. "Bye girls. Have a good time. See you at midnight.

I drove back home and spent a very pleasant evening in a red lace basque and stockings being fucked all ways by my beautiful sexy wife. Juanita likes to take every opportunity to use me as her 'Tranny Toy Boy' as she likes to call me.

So, midnight. Back across town in time to see a parking lot full of parents picking up their teenage daughters. I knew most of them. Naturally, as the birthday girls, Madison and Mackenzie were last out, loaded down with shopping bags of presents which I duly took off them and dumped in the trunk while the girls fell giggling on to the back seat.

"I take it you had a good night?"

Macks spluttered and laughed "Oh yeah, did we EVER!"

"You gonna tell me about it?"

Madi, ever the sensible one, said "When we get home. I need a coffee and Mom'll want to hear all about it too. Is she still up?"

"Sure." I said "You don't think she'll sleep while her girls are out on the town, do you?"

So I drove across town with them whispering and giggling in the back. Traffic was light at that time of night so it only took ten minutes. Another ten to unload the presents and make some coffee and the four of us were at the kitchen table. Juanita opposite me, Madi on my right, Macks on my left.

Mackenzie tried to tell us about the night three times but just dissolved into giggles. Madison, who was only a little less giggly, decided she'd better do it. "Well, first I gotta tell you about the waitresses." she paused "They were guys!"

"That would make them waiters." said her Mother.

"Nope. They were waitresses. They had on waitress dresses. Y'know, short black dress, white apron? But they were GUYS! And and and and... They weren't wearing underpants!"

Before we could react Macks chipped in "They were too – for a while. They came in wearing frilly white panties and then..."

"We got to pull 'em down!" Both girls said together and nodded to each other.

Madi said "Amazing! Right?"

Juanita took it very calmly. "You were stripping men?"

"Naw!" said Macks, like the whole idea was obviously absurd. "Just gettin' their ickle panties down. We couldn't strip 'em. Not totally. They had waitressing to do."

Madi nodded. "They had to get us our drinks and snacks and stuff. Oh but their penises were still covered. (Hygiene, y'know). They were in kind of plastic cages with itty-bitty plastic locks..."
Macks laughed "Yeah but their balls were swingin' free! And we grabbed 'em! Didn't we Madi?"

"We surely did. But you know what was weird?"

Juanita was smiling. This was what she liked, dressing up guys and grabbing balls under skirts (mostly mine or Harley's). "Weird?" she said "Apart from teenage girls playing with men's testicles, you mean?"

Madi nodded, accepting the inherent weirdness. "Yeah apart from that. No, the big weird part is the four guys who were waitresses were..."

Macks erupted into laughter "... The DADS of four of our friends! How COOL is that? That's why they call the place 'Daddies'! "

"Who?" I asked, thinking I so could have done that gig, though maybe not for my own daughters.

Madison thought for a moment. "Pete Sale, Joe Gillis, um George? Harris and, who was the other guy?"

"Oh um, Kelly's Dad, Martin Askew." gasped Macks "He was on my table. What a great guy. Such a good sport. He didn't even blush when Shereen told him to show us his butt."

Madi nodded sagely. "Yeah that's the kind of thing Shereen would say. Did he do it? Cuz our waitress, Pete, did."

"Sure he did! AND we all got to slap his butt." They both roared with laughter.

Juanita was smiling too. I didn't find it funny. I found a huge turn on. My dick, exhausted as it was from serving my wife all evening, stirred and pushed against the cage I had on under my jeans.

I tried to be cool. "Okay, so you had guys dressed up as waitresses. What else?"

Mackenzie, ever the blunt one, looked at me. "Ain't that enough? I bet you wouldn't do it, Daddy."

"I totally would."

The girls gulped and looked at each other, stunned into silence. I continued "Sure I would. It's just a little horsin' around. I am totally cool with that."

The girls turned, as one, Juanita, who nodded. "He would! Your Daddy is great sport. He's done a lot of dressing up – for fun and charity and stuff over the years. You just weren't around to see him, is all."

Juanita smiled at me and I nodded my thanks.

Madison looked at me, maybe in a new light and then dropped the bombshell. "There's more – and I bet you wouldn't do this, Daddy." she paused for effect "They had STRIPPERS!"

I just shrugged. "Guys or gals?"

Mackenzie sighed "Duh! There'd be no point in gals stripping for gals, Daddy. We ain't gay. Though I ain't sure about Gizelle Harris. She didn't seem at all interested."

Madison held up a finger. "Ah, I think that's because she didn't know her Daddy was gonna be a waitress and she didn't deal with it so well. I think Mr Harris is in a whole heap of trouble right about now. The other girls didn't know either but they got in with the -er- swing of things."

Mackenzie snorted "Yeah Mr Askew's balls sure DID swing! Haha! But yeah, point taken. So no Daddy Dear, they weren't girls. They were two guys in dresses."

I nodded like it was the most natural thing in the world. "So drag strippers. Sounds like fun."

Madison put down her coffee. "You're supposed to be outraged, Daddy. It's no fun if you're not outraged." but she was smiling as she said it.

I shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a cool guy. Did they just strip on stage or did they come down to the audience?"

Mackenzie guffawed again "Oooo they 'come' down alright! I got to jerk one off! Hah! Be cool with THAT Daddy Cool!"

"Yeah!" said Madison. "I pulled my stripper's panties down and jerked him off too and he came in Lucinda's mouth. It was awesome."

They were now in full "Let's shock Daddy" mode now and gave me the whole lurid story of what they were allowed – nay encouraged – to do to these tranny guys. Juanita was loving it and I tried to stay cool. I had a struggle of my own going on in my pants.

Eventually they tired themselves out and went to bed.

While I was doing the dishes Juanita put her hand down my pants and squeezed my balls, which like the waitresses, were hanging free below my cock cage.

"That was exciting." she purred. "You got another erection for me 'Daddy Cool'?"

"Maybe. Can I wear the purple babydoll nightie?"

"Uh-huh."

"Then I got an erection."

CARLY'S TALE

EARLY YEARS

Hi folks. My name is Carl Evans and I'm a guy - but only just. Most people call me Carly. I work as a manslut - another name for a feminized male prostitute - at Prettybirds Ladies Only Nightclub and Whorehouse in Chapter City. Six nights a week my body is bought for sex, used and abused by women - and I love it. Its what I was born to do. This is my story.

I don't actually remember my first time in a dress. My sister Simone is 7 years older then me and it seems like she was always putting me in her old clothes and playing with me like I was her kid sister not kid brother. Dad wasn't around anymore and Mom thought it was cute so nobody stopped her. We grew up in the mountains about 20 miles west of Chapter City and we spent a lot of time just the two of us.

I guess I could have grown up gay. Y'know, absent father, surrounded by females, no male role models but I was 100% sure I was straight. Heck, I didn't like being around guys. They seemed so crude and rough. Then I hit puberty and I started getting 'feelings'. Nope, not for guys - for the girls in my class and, this being Chapter City, for my super hot big sister.

Simone was tall, dark in an Italian kind of way, like me, and she always had boyfriends but never anyone serious. I guess guys back in those days would have called her a slut or 'easy'. Truth is, Simone loved to fuck. She had a super strong sex drive and would take anything she could get - even me. She dressed me up in the sexiest underwear she could get, did my make up and wig and mounted me like the whore I was destined to be. Simone didn't even mind that I shot my load in less than a minute. She just smiled and said "We'll have to work on that, Can't have you going off anytime you feel like." Then she planted her clit on my face so I could lick her to orgasm. I'd been doing that for, oh I don't know how many years, but this was the first time my own cum dripped out of my sister on to my tongue. It was icky and weird but just so hot that by the time she'd orgasmed I was erect and ready to go again. Naturally Simone rode me again. This time she taught me how to control myself. It was the foundation lesson for my life. "The woman orgasms first, second and third. The man orgasms last and even then only with her permission."

So that was my early years, being dressed and fucked. I did okay in school. When I graduated from high school I got a job in City Hall where I met Juanita my future wife and Harlan, my future brother-in-law. Harlan worked in my office. He's a couple of years younger than me, which made him 9 years younger than Simone. And that's just the way my sister likes them. Within a year of them meeting they were married.

I'd been basically 'passed on' to Simone's friend, Juanita, a statuesque brunette 5 years my senior. I have to admit I was relieved. When Simone told me she was marrying Harlan I was devastated. Regardless of how kinky you may think my situation was, I was getting some great sex from a beautiful woman whom I'd loved all my life. I was gonna miss that bad.

But then the next day Simone invited Juanita over to our house. Simone dressed me up in my sexiest little black dress. The hem was so short you could have seen my dick if it hadn't been locked up. It wasn't the first time she'd invited a friend over to use me, but it didn't happen often - really just birthdays (theirs, not mine). And Simone's friends were always gorgeous, even if some were old enough to be my mother. (In case you're wondering, our Mom was never involved in any of this.) I liked the older women. They were warm and cuddly and usually had huge titties.

The first thing that struck me about Juanita was how much like Simone she looked. Same long wavy dark hair and perfect, natural tan, except Juanita's tan was a little darker. I half expected her to be introduced as my long lost sister - or maybe even brother! (Its hard to tell in my family.) In heels she was as tall as me and she had tits to die for - as I found out that evening.

"This is Juanita, Carly." said Simone. "Now that I'm getting married I can't have you running around loose. So she's kindly agreed to marry you."

I stepped back. "Marry me? But we've never even met before!"

Juanita put her hand up my dress and grabbed my cock cage, pulling me close. She french-kissed me and smiled lasciviously. "Then we'd better 'meet'. Come along, hubby-to-be. Let's see what you got."

My sister said "D'ya want the key to the cock cage?"

Juanita said "Maybe later. Do you have a strap-on I could borrow?"

"Top drawer in the bed room. Carly will show you. Enjoy."

Juanita spent a couple of hours on me, alternating between butt fucking and clit licking. Then Simone came and unlocked me and they both used my cock for as long as I could keep erect, which was a long time - I've been well-trained. Besides, I was only just 21 back then and erect almost all the time unless I was in a cock cage. And of course, having two beautiful sexy women using me for sex is just such a huge turn on.

Finally, after they'd both ridden my cock twice(!) Juanita turned to Simone and asked "Can I?"

My sister shrugged. "He's yours now. Its up to you."

Juanita slipped herself over my erection again and looked down at me. "When was the last time you ejaculated, Carly?"

"Umm, about 3 months ago I think ma'am."

"And how often does your sister ride you?"

I smiled. "Several times a day ma'am."

"And you never come?" she asked as she started pumping me.

"Not unless I'm told to ma'am. I'm a man. I'm only here to give pleasure to my sister, and now you ma'am."

Juanita smiled and pumped harder. "Oh I am so gonna marry you, little slut. I think I might want you to give me babies someday so - just this once - you can come inside me."

I gasped "Wow, really?"

Juanita laughed. "Yes really. C'mon husband to be. Gimme all you got."

A couple of weeks later we had a double wedding. Juanita and me, Simone and Harlan. I didn't ask at the time but I figured Harlan was probably being trained to be a sissy, if he wasn't already. He certainly took Simone's surname when they married. Well, if you were Harlan Krupp wouldn't you want to change it to Evans too? It turns out my sister sissified him totally and within a year me and Harley, as he was now known when in a bra and wig, were playing chicks with dicks games together for the amusement of our wives (and a select few of their friends). Harley's was the first real penis I ever took up my ass and I was his first. A thing like that kind of bonds guys, y'know? We became as close as brothers. And, in case you're wondering, I agree with what the other mansluts say. A real cock up the ass is way nicer than a dildo. Especially Harley's. I swear I would know it in the dark. It's big and beautiful, like him in a basque.

Juanita and me didn't have kids straight off. She wanted to have fun for a few years and she had her career to think of. Juanita was a rising star at City Hall. I stayed a lowly clerk. I was told not to even think of trying for promotion. "I keep you for sex, Carly." said my wife. "You have a job for the sake of appearances. As long as you keep the house clean and the fucking dirty we'll be fine."

So that's what we did but then when Juanita was 30 she decided to have children and I was duly fucked to provide them. It was terrific. I was allowed to ejaculate twice a day for a whole month! Juanita had beautiful, non-identical twin girls, Madison and Mackenzie. She went back to work and I gave up my job for a few years to look after our girls.

We kept our unconventional sex life a secret from Madi & Macks, only dressing me up at night or when they were at school. Or when they were away at summer camp. What a week that was. Simone's daughter Lea was away as well so me and Harley had a whole week as sex toys. Yummy. As far as our daughters were concerned Daddy did the childcare because Mommy had the better job. I totally adored my girls and I can honestly say we had a happy family.

PORN STAR

As soon as we were married Juanita came up with a sideline. She would drag me up in all kinds of costumes and photograph me for porn sites. Videos too. I was a schoolgirl, a twenties vamp, Gypsy Rose Lee and my favorite, the Sexy Secretary. I totally love blouses and skirts and well cut jackets. In fact, when we go out in public, that's what I usually wear, even today when I'm Carly full time. (Though now that I have tits I can wear the blouse with a few buttons undone. Hot!) The porn buying public loved my videos and photos and we made a reasonable profit from it. We still had a lot of the magazines I was in and a complete collection of videos on tape which I was slowly translating to computer disk.

The big bucks from porn didn't last. The rise of the internet put a stop to all that. Nobody wanted to pay for what they could get for free. Juanita gave up on that but still took pictures of me because she enjoyed it so much. Truth be told, so did I. She treated me like a model and made me feel like I was the sexiest, most gorgeous guy in the world and the sex afterwards was amazing.

Harlan did some photo-shoots and videos as well, some with me, but Simone didn't want them made public. She kept them for her own amusement and my wife kept carefully labelled private copies.

When the girls were old enough, Juanita got me a job in the mail room at City Hall. It didn't pay much but it meant I was contributing to the household again. Which was great until 2 years ago when budget cuts meant I was out of a job. By this time the twins were old enogh to not need looking after so I was left with nothing to do except keep house and be my wife's porn model and sex toy.

Our twin girls are great. They're not only non-identical, they're as different as two sisters can be. Madison is older by a whole ten minutes and she acts like the older sister. She's cool and (relatively) sensible and constantly embarrassed by her loud, impulsive sister. Mackenzie says exactly what she thinks, no matter how dumb or inappropriate. As soon as they learned to talk Madison was telling Mackenzie to be quiet. Mackenzie also shrieks. Boy does that girl shriek. Funny or scary, good news or bad news, anything sets her off? Shriek.

Madison and Mackenzie have always been real girly girls. You know, make up, fashion, hair, boys, the whole Barbie thing. They weren't sluts, although some guys (usually the ones they wouldn't date) called them that. (I mean I'm a slut now, so I'd know) No way were my girls sluts. My girls were strong young women who knew what they wanted. If they liked a guy they'd fuck him and walk away. If the sex was good they'd keep him awhile, even share him. They loved outnumbering a guy. When they first started going with guys I thought they were too young and, being the Dad who loves them, I tried to intervene. Y'know, try to explain that people would think badly of them if they slept around.

But Juanita had brought them up to see us men as sex objects and, having been a sex object nearly my whole life, I couldn't disagree. Juanita was the boss. The big thing was they never took the guys seriously and the guys knew it so nobody got possessive. Even so, it was a little disturbing sometimes to see my teenage daughters in crazily short skirts and plunging necklines.

Like I said, they weren't identical twins. Madison was an inch taller and had dark hair like Juanita. She was also slimmer but a little bigger in the boob department. I think she looked a little more like me than Mackenzie. At least she looked like the man in the wig and sexy underwear that his wife took pictures of. Mackenzie was the cheekier one. She was curvy with a big smile. Both had brown eyes like Juanita but had my skin coloring, although you wouldn't know it as they used fake tan a lot. We don't really get enough warm sunshine up here in Chapter City to allow for much sunbathing. Which I was a little bit grateful for. It was bad enough seeing them in short dresses. I would have had real problems if they'd lounged around in the backyard in bikinis. I didn't want to think of my girls in that way although I can admit now that I thought they were fantastic. I often envied the dresses they wore. Sometimes, when Juanita or Simone was riding me for the third time or they wanted me erect to bugger Harley, I used to fantasize that it was Madison or Mackenzie. I would never have done it for real. I just used the idea as a fantasy to give my erection a kick.

Juanita was all the woman any man could need and she treated me well. Sure, she'd go through fads of locking up my cock for a month at a time but it never lasted. She liked the feel of me inside her too much. I was usually allowed to ejaculate at the end of every photo session (the money shot) – after I'd pleased her several times of course. Growing up, Simone had always impressed on me the need to control the cock and make sure the lady has a good time. Juanita had the same attitude.

“This isn't your cock, Carly.” she would say “Its mine. It exists for my pleasure. If I let you come it is a gift for you because you have been a good little girly. Now take it in your hand and point it towards the camera. Now pout. Nice. Okay, jerk off into that bra on the bed and make sure you do the orgasm face.”

I shouldn't have to say this but obviously this is a work of fiction. Only in a sci-fi alternate reality would men and girls behave like this. To be clear, this never happened – but a guy can dream.

Part 2: STRIPPING DADS

Jenny had gone for totally over the top Drag! A big 'Eighties' auburn wig and long slinky glittery gold dress with a wrap-over front which just about held in place the biggest set of rubber tits I'd ever seen him wear. Normally he never goes above C-cups in public, but this wasn't public. This was a strippers' convention. DD's or above were de riguer. The munchkins adored him.

He started by saying to one little gal. "No honey, I'm not a sexy lady. I'm a Cock in a Frock. You don't believe me?"

Jenny swept aside the wrap-over to expose his fine erection. There were gasps of admiration. He left it out for the rest of that session as he told some of the dirtiest jokes about men I had ever heard. The munchkins lapped it up.

So here we are, where my tale began. Standing in the wings, waiting to strip for my daughters and their friends.

But you want to know what I was wearing, don't you? Well, Tommy was right. I could never have walked down the street in my outfit. First off, my wig was modeled on Rita Hayworth in 'Gilda', cascading waves of flame red hair reaching down below my shoulders. I have naturally red hair, albeit short, so I thought I'd go with the redhead vibe. My makeup likewise was pure Gilda. Black eyebrows, glossy red lips. I had thought about dialing it back a little because I didn't wanna look too slutty. But then I thought 'Naw. My daughters like me slutty. Go for it!' The dress was my own idea too, adapted from one Jenny had loaned me from Prettybirds. It looked like a strapless glittery scarlet evening gown reaching down to the floor and trailing just a few inches but actually the lower part was just two pieces of material attached at the waist to make it look like it had two side slits right up to the waist to show off my bare legs. I had wanted red stockings but Joe thought they spoiled the line and my legs didn't need them. I settled for bare legs and red high heels (which I kept after the show and will never part with). I'll tell you the rest as I work through the act.

I waited in the wings as the first four showgirls finished their promenade. They passed me on their way back to the dressing room. They were all flushed and sweaty and in urgent need of a shower but their cocks were now proudly erect. The wave of 'adolescent adulation' (as Shelby would say) had had a 'beneficial effect'.

"Good lucky Sallie." said Tommy. "You'll need it. They're like a pack of wild animals out there!"

Greg was grinning. "We barely escaped with our lives!" he teased. “Run! Save yourself!”

Fred let out the satisfied sigh of a man who has accomplished his mission. "If I don't get fucked many many MANY times tonight I am gonna be so pissed."

Mike said to me "We are ALL definitely gonna be fucked tonight, buddy. Our girls are real fired up. Best of luck, man."

"Yeah." said Tommy "Go make their panties wet! Chapter Dads Forever!"

"Chapter Dads Forever!" we all chorused.

Jenny was back on stage whipping the crowd up to an even bigger frenzy. Then he got to my intro. "Okaaaay lay-deeees! Are we ready for the first act? Are we ready for the first STRIPPER? Yeah? Emmy, Shelby and Sadie Mae Durant! Are YOU ready to see your FATHER strut his stuff on this stage? He's gonna come on dressed like the sexiest gal you can think of — only even SEXIER! (I know. I've seen the costume) He is gonna STRIP! He's gonna TEASE! He is gonna shake his pretty Dad Ass and show YOUR cock to EVERYONE! Are you READY FOR THAT, DURANT SISTERS?"

I could see my daughters punch the air and yell "WE WANT DAD COCK!"

Jenny nodded to the sound gal and my pre-recorded voice said. "Hi ladies. My name is Sallie Durant but you can call me Supercock. Watch me strip in my Red High Heels."

The crowd roared as "Red High Heels" started to play. If you've never heard it, it's a typical uptempo Country song about a gal who's boyfriend is being a dick so she goes to town in her Red High Heels and picks up another guy. I picked up some of my moves from the video but most of my act I got from watching my middle daughter Shelby stripping at the Chapter Dance show. I was mesmerized by her. The strip was the most beautiful and sexy thing I had ever seen and I was determined make her proud of me.

On the first beat I stepped out from the wings, turned and lifted one shapely leg against the curtain, held it for a moment. I couldn't be sure cuz the music was loud, but I thought the audience gasped (hopefully in admiration). Pause, then I turned again as the singer sang "Baby, I've got plans tonight — You don't know nothin' about..." (Seemed an appropriate line to start a strip) and I strutted to the beat up the length of the catwalk, hips swaying way more than a middle aged man oughta be able to do. I did a lot of posing, pulling the dress aside to give the munchkins a good look at my legs. Then I did a few squats and grinds at various points along the catwalk, pulling the dress back to give just a hint of ass. (Which caused not a few munchkins to squeal as only teen gals can). Then I headed back to main stage. The singer belted out "Nobody holds a candle to me — In my red high heels" and I detached the long skirt, throwing the two pieces of material into the wings. Underneath was a red dress so short that my balls would've shown if they hadn't been secured inside a padded fake pube like Jenny used to use when he played a bunny girl. I still looked totally female. Shelby told me later at least some of the munchkins were wondering if they'd been infiltrated by a Mom.

Back up the catwalk to squeals and screams of delight. Man, I was lovin' this.

The bottom of the basque underneath the mini-dress was cut way high in the back so when I squatted or bent over my ass was revealed in all its pretty pink glory. And that's just what I did. Lots of bends and squats getting my ass as near to the munchkins as possible but still out of reach. Which didn't stop the little darlin's from trying. All of 'em, my girls included, had left their tables and were lining the catwalk cheering and yelling and pounding the catwalk to the beat. I caught sight of Emmy yelling lustfully with the best (or worst) of them.

The singer hit the second rendition of "Oh, you can watch me walk if you want to, want to — I'll bet you want me back now, don't you, don't you?" as I strutted back down the catwalk. All the gals were singing along. Time to lose the mini-dress. My strip relied on energy and heat rather than the slow tease that some of the others guys were gonna do, so I pulled down the back zip. let the dress drop and kicked it into the wings. Another bend over to show the gals the ass my daughters love to spank.

"I'm about to show you just how missin' me feels — In my red high heels"

Just the basque and the padded panties left. I figured on keeping the basque because I didn't want to lose the feminine shape but the panties had to go. Only one rule of stripping for teenager girls — well for women in general really — You Gotta Show Your Cock!! In any case, the Durant Family cock and balls were straining to get out. I had never felt so turned on in my whole life.

The song ran into the last full verse. I hit my mark centre stage with my back to the crowd, tripped the clips on the padded panties and flung 'em off stage. The cock that I no longer owned was out and rising quickly but pointing away from the cheering teens. I ran my hands over my butt and gyrated a little. Time for a squat and grind to show off the Durant Family Ass and to give my dick time to get to a full erection. Ooo-KAY! Stand up and TURN! Cheers, roars and a few gasps of amazement at how thick and stiff the Durant cock was. Cutting through all the noise was Emmy shouting "THAT'S MY SEXY DADDY! WE OWN THAT COCK! YAAAAAAYYYY!"

I strutted up the catwalk and back, my stiffy bouncing along to the beat. I was bathing in the adulation and lust from my teens and twenties audience. We'd spliced in an extra verse for the outro so I could get off stage with the music still playing.

As they say in all the best showbiz stories "AND THE CROWD WENT WILD!!!!"

Jenny was waiting in the wings to hug me. "That was AWESOME Sallie. You were better than mansluts who've been doing this for years."

I was buzzing with excitement, adrenalin, testosterone and who knows what else. "Ohhhhh Maaaaaan! I wanna do that AGAIN. I gotta do that again!'

The second team of showgirls were lined up to go on. At first they looked at me like I was crazy but then I think they realized what a buzz getting your cock out for a roomful of gals can be. Steve, their Team Leader said "Let's go guys. We got us some panties to wet!" and on they went to more roars and quite a lot of laughter because, just like the first crew, none of them had stiff dicks. (But they did when they came back off stage)

I gathered up my clothes and went back to the Strippers dressing room where Joe and the others waited, most of them in full costume. They'd watched the strip on the monitor. "Well Girls." said Joe proudly "That is what you have to beat!" and everyone, except the guy who was having false eyelashes attached, applauded and he gave me a thumbs up sign.

But my night wasn't over. I was going to go sit with my daughters and that required another costume. This time I had to have stockings. I love stockings. They have no purpose other than to make legs look sexy. Women in general gave up wearing them when pantyhose were invented because they're more convenient than a garter belt and stockings. But I just love the feel of them and I love the way they frame a bare ass. I also wanted a contrast from red so I put on dark brown stockings held up by a black garter belt. I didn't need a bra. My dress was pure slutwear. A hot-pink strapless number so short it barely qualified as a boob-tube. But boobs is what it had! D-cup flesh colored foam sewed in to keep that feminine shape. I looked like I had cleavage! The front was split down the middle giving a four inch gap held together by zigzags of black shoelaces. My cock poked out proudly between the zigzags.

And of course, I kept my lucky red high heels. I also switched wigs to the first one I'd tried on that looked like Emmy's hair. I changed my makeup to something a little less stagey. I'm a light skinned ginger guy. Heavy makeup only works on stage. I wished Joe luck and slipped into the hall.

We'd been told not to come into the hall during another stripper's act. We were either to wait till the stripper was just going off stage or slip in while Jenny was talking to the crowd. He'd said "If you slide in while I'm talking and nobody notices (because the crowd is in darkness) well that's fine. I'll just keep nattering. But if they notice you, that's okay too. I might ask you to take another bow. Either way is fine."

So that's what I did. Keith had just run off stage, in a state of terror, I heard later, after tripping over his panties and falling on his ass. Poor guy. Jenny had come back on. I slipped in through the door on the side of the hall that my girls were sitting, hoping to just slide in quietly between Emmy and Shelby. Wouldn't you know it, Debbie on the spotlight saw me and lit me up. I was caught like a rabbit in the headlights. Fortunately my erection had not gone down. I was way too fired up.

Jenny said "And there he is, ladies. Sallie Supercock Durant. Take a bow sweetie."

I flipped my cock to the munchkins and curtsied. That got me a standing ovation. When it died down and everyone took their seats I sat between Shelby on my right and Emmy on my left. Emmy took hold of the family cock. Her eyes were sparkling with tears. "Oh Daddy! You were Fab-U-Lus! Everybody's gonna want to fuck you now. Me and Shelby are gonna be ultra-popular."

Shelby stroked the family balls (just because she can) and said "You stole some of my moves."

I patted her knee. "Not stealing, sweetie. Think of it as an homage to a beautiful and talented artiste."

My middle daughter whispered in my ear. "You are so full of it sometimes, but I love you, Daddy. We've promised Emmy she can have you first tonight but when its my turn I am gonna make you lick me out. Then I'm gonna peg your pretty pink ass and finally I'm gonna tie you to a chair and get me 3 orgasms out of this fine specimen of Durant manhood."

I kissed her on the cheek. "You say the sweetest things. Oh, here comes the next stripper. It's Joe."

All the lights went out and Joe walked quietly on stage and stood with his back to the audience, legs apart.

Joe's pre-recorded voice said “Hi Ladies! My name is Jayne but you can call me anytime you want. Do ya feel lucky?”

“I Feel Lucky” started up as all the lights came on. Joe / Jayne was wearing black ankle boots, black fishnet stockings with a few artfully placed holes, black mini skirt and a black leather jacket with legend “LUCKY FUCK” on the back. He had a long mane of pure Nineties 'big' blonde hair.

Joe had originally thought of doing something Fifties but "I Feel Lucky" was one of our favorite songs when we were teenagers and it just didn't fit with Fifties clothes. So he went for Stadium Rock Chick instead and, judging by the crowd's reaction, it was a good call.

He bent forward, running his hands down his parted legs. His skirt lifted up to give a hint of ass. Then he pushed his cock and balls between his legs. No panties!

Joe's strategy was more tease than strip. His family jewels were flying free under the skirt. His act was to give quick flashes of them up and down the catwalk. He straightened up, let the jacket fall halfway and looked over his shoulder at the crowd. He caught his daughter's eye and winked before dropping the jacket, catching it with one hand and throwing it off stage. Underneath he had a grossly misnamed 'wife beater' t-shirt in rock chick black and silver with 'COCK FOR SALE” written in sequins on the front. The back read 'DAD ASS'. The guy had sewn them all on himself.

As the song hit full flow, my buddy strode up the catwalk, pausing now and then to squat and flip up his skirt to the munchkins who had left their tables again and lined the catwalk. I stayed where I was, preferring not to walk into a hoard of hormonally charged teens without my daughters for protection. Shelby stayed with me but Emmy joined the crowd to see 'Uncle' Joe, who was having the time of his life. Hands reached out to slap his Dad Ass and one of them even connected. He put his hand to his mouth in mock horror and wagged a finger at the girl before mouthing “Later Baby!” at her. The little gal screamed with glee.

Having got to the end of the catwalk, Jayne paused, got his hips gyrating and lifted the t-shirt slowly off. He swung it around a few times before handing it to Alexis who was watching her stripper Dad with rapture. Then she laughed as she read the sequins on his black glittery D-Cup bra. FU and M on the right cup and CK and E on the left. Taken together it spelt FUCK ME.

The original plan had been for Joe to strut back down to main stage before losing the skirt but most of the munchkins were clustered around where he was, so he stayed there, wiggling around flashing his ass and balls until the singer got to the last verse. On the line where she growls “HOT DAWG! I feel lucky tonight” Jayne ripped off the skirt and used it to towel between his legs. Then he grabbed his cock and jerked it a few times. I thought he was gonna shoot into the crowd. I know I would have if I'd tried that, I was so fired up. But my buddy had better control. Even so, some of the munchkins opened their mouths and shouted “ME! ME! ME!” so he must have been convincing.

I thought “This is gonna get messy!” but my buddy wagged his finger at the girls and then blew them a kiss before strutting back down the catwalk, skirt over his shoulder just as the song ended.

AND THE CROWD WENT WILD - AGAIN!!! I was so proud of my buddy. He'd done just what he said he would. I was sure there were some wet panties in that audience. Emmy came rushing back and hugged me. “Wasn't Uncle Joe amazing? I gotta fuck him again soon. D'ya think he'd let me fuck him in those clothes, Daddy? They were awesome?”

“They're borrowed, sweetie. All this is. We have to give them back.”

Emmy pouted so I said “I'm pretty sure Alexis is gonna make him buy some clothes like that. No way is he getting away with doing this just once.”

Emmy brightened. “Could you buy some too, Daddy? Can you strip for us at home? You know, not as a guy but gorgeous like you are now.”

I shrugged. “If that's what you want, sweetie. What were you thinking of?”

“Well I like what you're wearing now. You look so girly and sexy and the boobage is AMAZING but I can still hold your cock. Could you buy some clothes like these? And some underwear too? Please Daddy?”

“Sure! So you wanna fuck your old man while he's dressed as a woman, huh?”

“FUCK YEAH!” she cried, squeezing my cock. I gently removed her hand or there would certainly have been a mess on the floor.

Emmy leaned over me. “What about you Shelby?”

“Daddy's strip was the hottest, sexiest thing I've ever seen. But I think I'd like to dress him in some of my clothes. Could we do that Daddy?"

I gulped. "I would be honored, Shelby. What about Sadie Mae?"

Shelby shrugged "I'm darn sure Sadie would love it too and if she don't — tough! You belong to all of us.”

I put an arm around each daughter. “And I wouldn't have it any other way.”

Some of the other guys made a pretty good stab at stripping. Nobody was so terrible his girls would be ashamed of him. The other teams of showgirls were pretty good too. They seemed to enjoy walking through the crowd and being molested by pretty young ladies. Then at the end of the show Jenny came on to show us how it's done. He'd cleaned off the drag artist makeup, replacing it with something more natural but still slutty. He looked so sexy and feminine that we were all glad we didn't have to follow him. He went right into the crowd and let the munchkins unhitch his garter belt and take of his panties. A couple of gals even got to suck his erection. A great time was had by all.

So that was that. I'd stripped and sat with my daughters dressed in a bra and stockings and they loved it. I didn't have to tentatively suggest to my daughters that they might like to dress me up. They totally demanded it. Sadie Mae thought it was a great idea too.

There was no fucking in the hall that day, but I know from talking to the other Dads over the following weeks that every guy on stage that night got fucked beyond endurance by their daughters and often several of their friends. As expected, I was dressed and fucked a lot that evening. Emmy invited two of her friends home so I served five that night. It seems that was only average. Joe served seven! Even DiMarzio had his pedagogical posterior paddled by three gals.

The next day we drove to Fort Lewis and bought me some clothes. When I had medium sized falsies in my bra Sadie and me are about the same size so she officially bought them but we chose them together. And they weren't just slutty, sexy stuff neither. We bought some nice dresses, blouses and skirts so's we could go out as a family when I'd built up my girly-ness. Jenny had recommended a voice coach in Fort Lewis who helps a lot of trannies to find their female voice. I still talked like a cowboy so I needed help with that.

When we got home after a long day of retail therapy the girls unpacked all the clothes and showed me how to stow them in the closet that my runaway wife Clemmie had left vacant. Then we had dinner. After which, I stripped naked (while they watched and cheered) and did the dishes in my red high heels and an apron, while the girls drew lots to decide who would dress me first. Emmy won and she laid out a fabulous red silk and black lace basque with black stockings and a dark red knee length dress.

“I thought these would go well with your red high heels, Daddy.” she beamed. “Can I watch you do your makeup?”

“You can do anything you want, Emmy. I'm naked so I have to obey.”

“Yeah” she said, shyly flipping my soft cock. “But like you always taught us, it's polite to ask, specially when you're gonna make yourself all pretty for us.”

I sat down at my makeup desk and started on the foundation. “So you think you're ol' Daddy is pretty, do ya?”

“Uh-huh. I always thought you were the handsomest man ever but when you came and sat beside us in the hall with MY hair, looking like the world's most gorgeous Mom, well...”

Emmy looked around, even though we were alone. She whispered “You made me wet my panties.”

I started on my eye lashes. “That's the effect we were all trying for.”

“Not all of you, Daddy. Some of the strippers were clowns. A couple of the dads really tried but you and Uncle Joe were easily the best.”

“Jayne.” I said “When he's in drag we call him Jayne.”

“I like that. Uncle Jayne. Hee-hee. You guys and Jenny Jiggles made it sexy. All my friends wanna fuck you like this.”

“Doesn't that mean you have to fuck their Dads?”

Emmy screwed her face up. “Hmmm. There ain't many I wanna fuck. Just Uncle Joey and maybe a couple of others. Maybe we should just charge the girls to fuck you.”

I looked at her, my eyelashes only half complete, to see if she was kidding. “You want to make me your whore as well as your Sex Toy?” I teased.

Emmy thought for a minute while I finished my makeup. Then she handed me the Emmy wig and said “”Actually, that ain't a bad idea. Ain't a bad idea at all.”

We spent the rest of that evening dressing, stripping and fucking me (again). A week's worth of evenings went the same way. The guys on the ranch kept asking me why I was so tired.

Then the following Saturday we were having breakfast and Sadie said “You can have Daddy all to yourself tonight Emmy. Shelby and me are going to a party at Prettybirds.”

"Okay" said Emmy, who was glad of a chance to play with Daddy alone.

Well, you guessed it. Sadie Mae and Shelby went to Prettybirds, had a great time and decided I should stop being a cowboy and become a Manslut instead.

I shouldn't have to say this but obviously this is a work of fiction. Only in a sci-fi alternate reality would men and girls behave like this. To be clear, this never happened – but a guy can dream.

SALLIE SUPERCOCK in "RED HIGH HEELS"

Part 1: PAPAS IN PANTIES

I stood in the wings of the hotel stage and watched four middle aged men dressed as showgirls walk on stage in front of a crowd of girls in their teens and twenties. Each man wore a 3 feet high pink ostrich feather headdress and matching feather boas, a glittery pink and gold Las Vegas style showgirl costume and 3 inch heels. The gold bodices had been padded out to give each man a Double D bust and the pink body suit was tied tightly in the middle to make it look like he had a feminine waist. Diamond shapes had been cut out of the crotches so that their cocks and balls (which had shrunk into themselves with nerves) were on full display. Each Dad had at least one daughter in the audience and she was expecting an 'awesome' show – or there'd be trouble when she got him home. The noise from the crowd was overwhelming. A mix of laughter and lewd remarks greeted them as they walked gingerly on the high heels to the center of the stage.

The men lined up and were introduced individually as Clare's Slut, Elaine's Cock, Taylor and Gemma's House Whore, and Nina and Gina's Sex Toy. Each daughter acknowledged the intro with a whoop or a yell. Then the Dads paraded up the catwalk which extended into the audience.

That was the easy part.

At the end of the catwalk they walked carefully down the steps. They split up and each man wove his way through a different group of tables, pausing at each one to be fondled by the girls there. One by one, their cocks stiffened. When the crowd was satisfied with their handiwork, the men were allowed back on to the catwalk. The four Dads walked back to the main stage with their erect dicks bouncing like diving boards. They lined up and carefully curtsied to acknowledge the cheers of the girls before turning to their right and walking (gratefully) off into the wings where I stood waiting.

Now it was my turn.

It was the most nerve racking night of my life. I'd never been so scared and excited before or since. I was dressing up as a woman for an audience for the first time ever – and in the audience were my three daughters — and more'n 60 of their girlfriends. Oh yeah — and I was gonna STRIP!

My name is Salford Durant, but the staff and customers at Prettybirds Ladies Only Nightclub and Whorehouse call me Sallie Supercock. This is the story of my first striptease act, way back before the breast implants and other feminizations. Just a short middle aged ginger cowboy ranch-hand in a dress, foam rubber titties and red high heels. Interested? Read on.

I should just explain that my girls all belong to Chapter Dance. Officially its a dance class for girls that's run by the Dads because the guys were fed up of being sidelined by pushy Moms in other dance classes. All the guys are, for all intents and purposes, single parents. Separated or divorced or whatever. That's the main rule for membership – absolutely no Moms allowed. The girls recruit suitable candidates themselves.

So far so community spirited. The girls meet weekly to train and put on a public show twice a year for charity. It had been running for over ten years at the time my story is set. By then the older girls were training the younger "Newbies" themselves. What the public never sees is that the girls put on monthly strip shows for their Dads. That's right. Boobs are bared (and a lot more besides) for their dear old Dads. Oh and by the way, the girls use their Dads for sex. I phrase it that way because everything comes from the girls. They never do what they don't want to do and it would be very bad indeed for any guy to abuse the privileges they so graciously grant us.

But there was a down side, or so we thought. As a fund-raiser, our daughters wanted "a show like we do for you". They wanted us to dress up like them and do strips and dances like them so that we would 'understand better what they do for us'. They figured that a lot of Dads would pay good money NOT be involved (and a brave few would pay even more to BE allowed to take part). It seems they'd done an event like it a few years back. The older girls told the Newbies about it and they wanted to do it again. Apparently my three daughters were the most vocal in support of the idea. No surprise there.

Like I said, in Chapter Dance the girls call the shots. The Dads just pay the bills and enjoy the sex. The real rulers of the roost had spoken and thus was "Papas in Panties" born. If ever there was a misnamed event it was Papas in Panties. NONE of us wore panties! Well at least not for more than a minute or two before we slid 'em down seductively. We all had our family jewels out on display from the get go except the strippers at the start of their routines. Can't do a striptease if you ain't got nothin' to strip or tease with, right? So for Papas in Panties we had three kinds of Daddies. The really hot younger Daddies (including me and my ol' buddy Joe) were gonna be strippers. We'd each have our own costume and routine up on the stage and catwalk. We were strongly advised to NOT under any circumstance go into the audience or even too near the edge of the catwalk. Captain Robbie (our local hero of the Fire Department) had done the last Dads in Drag a few years before and he warned us that girls in a group are way more dangerous than the two or three we usually serve. “Its like Mischief Night on steroids. Suddenly they're given license to not be Daddy's Good Little Girl and they're surrounded by others just like them. They wear the sexiest, sluttiest clothes. Stuff they'd get arrested for wearing. And they compete to make the lewdest remarks and grab the most Dad Cock, Balls and Ass they can."

So we weren't supposed to go into the crowd – but – we were 'encouraged' to change into something a little less stripper-like but still feminine after our act and sit with our daughters — if we dared. (As if any of us would get away with not doing that.) So I'd packed another fetching little outfit for after I'd got my (hopefully) erect cock out on the catwalk. Joe said he was gonna do that too. So did most of the others and the rest were pretty much shamed into going along with it. Nobody wanted to be the only Daddy to not sit with his daughter's friends in a skirt (or less).

Only slightly less hot than us, were 16 guys who'd been 'volunteered' to be four teams of showgirls. Chapter Dance has real topless showgirls. Firstly it's to give the newer girls the experience of getting their titties out in public (well in front of the Dads). They have to walk around the tables topless and talk to guys they don't know (kind of an icebreaker for them) but us Dads have very strict 'no touching' rules. The last thing we want is pretty girls getting scared off. Secondly, it's also a way of getting the most girls possible involved in the show and thus getting more fathers in the audience since you can't go to the show if your gal ain't displaying her wares. And the gal can't display if her Daddy ain't there to watch. That rule, like all Chapter Dance rules, was to protect the girls. Well us Dads don't need protecting so, as any gal who'd ever done a Chapter Dance show was welcome to attend Papas in Panties, there were gonna be a lot of gals present without their Dads. They were probably gonna be the worst behaved of all.

In Chapter Dance the girls could have 6 to 8 teams of 4 doing one or two spots each depending who was available at the time and how many gals wanted to strip. Gals start out as topless showgirls as soon as they feel ready. They parade between the strippers' acts. Most get to be strippers at least once in their time with Chapter unless they really don't want to. Again, nobody makes them do it if they don't want to. The girls wanted four teams of Dads to walk the showgirl walk, especially with the big feathery headdresses. Dads who weren't as hot or brave as us maybe but were still willing to glam up. But being Dads they weren't topless (that'd be pointless), they were bottomless. The costumes had been redesigned with cutaway crotches shaped like hearts or diamonds. Cocks and balls would swing and spring to cheers from the teens and twenties audience.

At first the gals said the showgirl Dads could just stay on the stage or catwalk. Yeah right. As soon as they'd agreed to make a 'spectacle of their testicles' ,as my middle daughter Shelby called it, each daughter told her Dad that it was only fair that Daddy should "walk around the tables like I had to when I was a showgirl". The Dads were then told that they should also change into something that didn't have a three foot headdress and come sit with their girls like us strippers had to. To their credit most of 'em readily agreed and the rest didn't want to embarrass their daughters by not doing it.

So, let me get this straight, it's embarrassing to your daughter if you DON'T wear women's underwear and show your cock in public? Welcome to my world.

The guys I felt the most sorry for were the waitresses. A dozen of the older, 'not hot' Dads. They wore 2 and a half inch heels, stay-up black fishnet stockings and a white waitress apron. Oh and a waitress cap over a wig of their daughters' choice - and makeup, but that was it. They all had name badges that said things like "I am Adrianna's Cock" or "Zoe and Marcia own this dick". It was their job to wait at tables for the little darlings. There was no Rule 2 like in Prettybirds. Asses were pinched and poked. Aprons were lifted. Balls were squeezed and pricks were pulled with total abandon. Those guys were the bravest men I ever knew. In case you're wondering, Chapter Dance nights do not have waitresses. We get our own (strictly non-alcoholic) drinks. The girls got the idea from 'somewhere else' (Guess where?)

AT THE HOTEL

Papas in Panties was held on a Saturday afternoon at the end of Summer, a week before many of the gals disappeared to colleges around the country and beyond. It was at a hotel that my girls and I had been to for a wedding reception the previous month so we knew our way around the place. I parked the truck and walked with my three beautiful Owners across the parking lot looking for all the world like a guy taking his pretty young red-headed daughters to the gym. We were carrying large gym bags containing my costumes, wigs and other stuff. Somehow I'd managed to get it home, pack it and put it in the truck without any of them seeing what was in it.

Even though it was still warm, Shelby and Emmy wore coats to hide the incredibly slutty clothes they were only half wearing. Matching red halter neck micro-minidresses with necklines that plunged to the waist. No bras. No self-respecting Dad would ever let his daughter out of the house dressed like that. Well, I ain't self-respecting no more but even I would have put my foot down for any event other than a Chapter Dance show.

Sadie, as a 'Senior' was on the team running the event and had dressed more sensibly in case she had to talk to the hotel staff, who had been told the event was strictly private. I wondered about this at the time. I found out later that the hotel was owned by Mrs Laurence (alias The Boss of Prettybirds). Deals had been made. Secret deals...

The girls, especially Emmy, were bouncing with excitement. She hung on my free arm. "Daddy you ARE gonna be gorgeous, aren't you? Because I told everyone about OUR super-cock and you're gonna be stiff as a rock and pretty too."

I kissed the top of her head. "I can promise you 'your' cock will be stiff. As to whether I'll be pretty, well that's for you to decide, sweetie."

"Sure you will, Daddy." said Shelby. "We have the utmost faith in your girly gorgeousness."

"Thank you Shelby. Could you get the door please?"

The strippers had to get there early so they could to get priority in the makeup chair. Also any older gals attending, like Sadie Mae, were asked to be early as well, to help organize the munchkins as they arrived.

I said hi to the smartly dressed middle aged lady at reception. "We're here for the Dads & Daughters Dance. We know the way."

The lady smiled broadly. "Oh yes sir! I remember you and your lovely daughters from a few weeks ago. May I say sir how great it is to see a father spending so much quality time with his daughters. Do you all dance with your Daddy, girls?"

"Yes ma'am." said Shelby "He's got some great moves."

“What's your favorite dance with your Daddy?” the nice lady asked

“We like the samba.” grinned Emmy “Daddy shakes his maracas.”

The nice lady looked shocked until Shelby mimed shaking the percussion instruments. “Y'know? Maracas? Like Carmen Miranda?”

The nice lady put a hand to her ample bosom and smiled. “Oh yes of course! You have fun with your Daddy now girls.”

“Bye!” they all said and Emmy mumbled “We sure will — especially if you shake your maracas for us Daddy.”

I put an arm around my youngest. “Oh I think I can safely say maracas will be shaken.”

One of the Seniors, Jasmine Deeds, who I'd had the pleasure of being ridden by just last month, was on the security door leading to the hall.

“Hi there gorgeous!” she said to me “You're the first act to arrive. You all set to dazzle the munchkins?”

“I'm gonna do my very best, Jasmine. Are you gonna be able to see the show?”

“You bet! Soon as everyone's in I'm lockin' this door tight as a munchkin's muff and comin' t'watch my Daddy strut his stuff. He's a showgirl.”

She ticked us off her list and let us in. We went down a corridor and around a corner. This venue had been picked because the hall had only high windows and was set around a corner so there were no sight lines into the hall from the public areas. The hotel staff had strict instructions not to go into hall until all the 'dancers' had left. I didn't know it at the time, but in this town Mrs Laurence's word is law.

Sadie Mae hadn't been at the last planning meeting so she disappeared quickly backstage to find out what she was allocated to do, leaving Shelby, Emmy and me with Ryan DiMarzio, who was already on duty. DiMarzio was dressed, as promised, in half a waitress' outfit. Cap, apron, stockings and shoes but no dress. No panties either. His name tag said “I'm Ryan, fuck me.”

Years before, DiMarzio had taught all my girls in Elementary School. Fortunately for him he'd always been very nice to them. That didn't mean they weren't gonna enjoy the role reversal.

“Hi Mr DiMarzio!” said Emmy brightly. “You look great!”

“I feel silly, Emmy.” he replied sadly.

“That's the idea Mr D.” said Shelby “Turn around. Let me see teacher's bare butt.”

“Aww Shelby...” he whined.

“C'mon teech! You KNOW you have to do what we say tonight. Might as well get used to it because every gal who comes through those doors is gonna want a piece of you. Even the ones you didn't teach. So c'mon! Show us your pedagogical posterior or we'll make you bend over as well.”

DiMarzio smiled weakly. "Pedagogical posterior? You always were a bright student, Shelby." He turned and bent over slightly. “Will that be all, ladies?”

“Nope!” said Emmy “Turn back around and lift your apron.”

With a sigh the teacher turned back around and exposed his cock and balls hanging forlornly down. My youngest daughter calmly stroked his flaccid cock from base to tip then weighed his balls. "Hmm nice equipment Mr DiMarzio. I bet it looks great when its angry."

DiMarzio swallowed hard but remembered his script. "Thank you Miss. Glad you like them."

"Is Camilla around?" Emmy asked, referring to the waitress' younger daughter. "I think maybe I'd like to take you up on the kind offer on your name tag sometime."

DiMarzio looked at me and I shrugged as if to say 'I'm not in charge anymore.'

He said "She'll be along later Emmy. She didn't want to hang around waiting for the kick off. But Jackie is back stage. She's Stage Manager tonight."

That satisfied Emmy. "Okay! Fuck you later Mr DiMarzio!"

We walked across the hall and Emmy said "It's okay with you if I fuck Mr DiMarzio, isn't it Daddy?"

The strict rule in Chapter Dance is the girls check each other out before approaching the other girl's Dads so Emmy was slightly out of line talking to Ryan first. "Oh I thought you were just teasing him. I'd like to see Camilla first. I wouldn't be comfortable with someone younger than you. I know we do all kinds of stuff but I wouldn't want to be with a gal who was too young to really know what she's doing."

Emmy squeezed my hand. "You are such a sweet guy. Don't worry Daddy. Camilla's six months older than me and has had a lot of Daddies."

Shelby nudged me. "She also has Double Dees and attitude. You'll love her."

BACKSTAGE

Backstage, we were met by Camilla's elder sister Jackie, a petite but curvy brunette. I thought if Camilla's even half as cute I'll be in for a good fuck. "Hi Mr Durant. You're the first to arrive. I'll show you to the dressing rooms. I'm sorry I can't let the audience further backstage." she said to my girls "Don't wanna spoil the magic."

"We understand, Jackie." said Shelby. "We'll just go molest your Daddy s'more." She kissed me on the cheek and squeezed my butt. "Fuck you later, Daddy."

Emmy made a face "I wanted to watch you dress."

"You wouldn't want to spoil the big reveal would you?" I said.

"You have a big reveal." gasped Emmy. I nodded and she kissed my cheek. "Okay! Fuck you later Daddy."

Jackie led me down another corridor to the room set aside for the strippers. It was labelled 'Artistes'. "Emmy's so sweet." she said "She's nothing like Sadie."

"Oh?" I said in a non-committal way.

"Well, me and Sadie go back a long way. She's always been, um, forthright. You always knew she was in the room."

"Oh yeah. If they didn't all have my eyes and coloring I'd wonder if they were sisters."

"No question of that sir. I'd pick 'em out even in a roomful of redheads as your daughters. Here's your table. The makeup artists haven't arrived yet but Jenny says you're gonna do your own? Is that right?"

"Yes it is Jackie. Jenny taught me how."

Jackie smiled. "She's amazing!"

"Did you say 'she'?"

"Aww, you know what I mean. 'He' is so darn gorgeous that I always think if him as female." She looked over my shoulder. "And here she is! Jenny Jiggles Come On Down!"

Jenny had arrived in a simple but elegant dark blue pencil dress and a neat auburn wig. They hugged and kissed on both cheeks. "I think I confused your Dad." he said.

Jackie brushed it aside. "Easily done. He's expecting young girls and old guys not a MILF."

Jenny turned to me. "Hi Sally. You good to go?"

"Ready as I'll ever be, sweetie." I smiled.

"You'll be fabulous, honey." he replied.

Jenny's desk was next to mine. Jackie explained "I put you, Mr Durant and Mr Sealey together. I hope that's okay."

Jenny flashed the Jigson smile which can blind any gal across a crowded room. "That's perfect Jackie. Will you be at Megan's party next week?"

"Certainly will. Its the day before I have to go back to college." Jackie turned to me. "Uh Mr Durant. Just checking. You know you are the first act, don't you?"

"Yes thank you Jackie. I heard yesterday."

"You okay with that?"

"Sure. It means I get to sit with my daughters and watch the show."

Jackie asked. "And you're okay with that too? That was my idea and no one was sure if any of you guys would do it."

"I was the first to volunteer." I smiled "Some of the other guys weren't too keen but Joe backed me up and everyone fell in line. I'm looking forward to sitting with my girls?"

"Even in a dress?"

I shrugged "Even in the sluttiest slutwear that Jenny Jigson could provide."

"Wow!" She gasped "I wish I'd met you before I went to college. It's in New York. Too far to keep coming back to fuck Daddies in dresses. Finding nice guys who do sex the way I want isn't easy in the Big Apple."

I looked at her. "Jackie, can I ask where you got the idea for seating the Dads with their daughters after their act?"

The girl blushed. "At Prettybirds, where Jenny works. I've been a few times and I think its fantastic what those guys do for the women they love."

I nodded. "Yeah, I think so too."

She looked at me. "Y'know, sir, if y'r half as cute as Jenny says when y'r in drag, you could get a job at Prettybirds. I'd sure pay t'fuck you.:

I was taken aback. "Wow. That's - uh - very kind of you to say."

After Jackie went back to the hall Jenny and I both took off all our clothes except our boxers. Jenny said "First on the bill? How'd that happen?"

I took my makeup out of the bag and set it out on the table. "Well, it seems the girls who were organizing this burlesque review asked the mentors how each stripper was doing. They figured some would be good and some not so good. They wanted to balance the show by alternating good and not-so. And it seems my mentor..." I looked straight at him in mock accusation. "My mentor said I was — and I'm quoting here — "Classy, sexy and bursting with confidence"

"All true." Jenny said

"Well, maybe, but it means I was their preferred pick to open the show."

Jenny just smiled "You'll knock 'em dead, Sal. Knock 'em dead."

The room soon filled up with the rest of the strippers. Joe was third on the bill and he did his own makeup too. The two Seniors who were doing the strippers makeup were both very grateful we were saving them some work and also very complimentary about it. Which was nice. It also meant they were able to help the other makeup artists in the next room who were dealing with the showgirls and waitresses.

A few of my buddies were showgirls so when I'd got into my costume I went in to see them. Jaws dropped.

Tommy said "Who let this MOM in? And can I have her phone number?"

There were lots of 'wow's and "Salford? Izzat you?" "Fuuuuuuuck man!"

"Aww c'mon guys!" I said, blushing "I'm just trying to do my best for my girls, same as you."

"Yeah" said Tommy "But we still look like guys. I mean, okay you couldn't walk down the street like that but y'know, if you were on stage at Chapter we'd assume a Mom had snuck in to strip. Respect, man, respect!"

One of the waitresses, a guy I didn't know too well, said his name was Kenny, came up to me. "You look great Salford. You're gonna knock 'em dead. I was a stripper in the very first Dads in Drag when my eldest was a Newbie. It was the biggest thrill of my life. I just wanna tell ya, in case you don't already know, if you get this right you'll be a hero forever. If you get it wrong, they'll still love you but they'll never let you forget you messed up."

I nodded. "Like I said, I'm gonna do my very very best for my girls."

"That's good to know." and he shook my hand.

I asked him "So were you a hero?"

He shrugged and smiled. "I did okay. In the first one we didn't try too hard. The costumes barely fitted and the wigs were terrible. The makeup was over the top drag queen, not like you've got it at all. But it was all in fun and we had no one to beat but our own fears. My girls were pleased and I had a lot of other girls wanting to fuck me after that. So I must've done good. And lookin' at you, I think you're gonna do good to. Best of luck my friend. Us poor grunts in the hall will be rootin' for ya."

We were advised not to peek through the curtain before the show if we were of a nervous disposition but I had to look. I could see Emmy and Shelby sitting with their friends at a table midway up the catwalk, on the left as viewed from the stage. I'd be coming in from stage right so they'd see me straightaway. I couldn't see Sadie Mae. She told me later she was at the back of the hall making sure the waitresses obeyed every command of the girls as they arrived. Part of me would have hated to just be a guy in half a waitress costume having his junk handled. But the more I thought about, the more I realized I would probably love it and spend the afternoon with a hard on. It wasn't just spanking and bondage I liked. I liked it that women and even teen girls could just use me for their own gratification. Jenny had said his daughter and his wife call him a Sex Object. I wanted to be a Sex Object. I wanted to be a whore like Jenny.

We had a closed circuit monitor in the dressing room taking a feed from a camera at the far end of the catwalk. A couple of the Dads had set it up and made certain there was no possibility of a recording being made. All the girls were searched, though most of them were wearing so little there was nowhere to hide a camera. Phones were confiscated for the duration. At that moment the monitor showed a movie screen suspended above the main stage. Gina, the tech-girl (and part Owner of a showgirl), who was looking after the soundboard, had sourced a bunch of vintage tranny porn videos and had been projecting them onto the screen for about half an hour. Some of the girls, including my Emmy, watched fascinated by the 'Female Mimics', as they were called back in the day. Others just talked loudly as only teen girls can, or molested the roving waitresses who had to bring them their (strictly non-alcoholic) drinks while unsuccessfully avoiding having their balls squished and bottoms pinched. I caught sight of a few of them using the bunny dip. A lesson learned. Like I said. Bravest men I ever knew.

Then the images faded and a pre-recorded tape of Jenny said "Hi there Ladies! My name is Jenny Jiggles, the Guy with the Wiggle."

PRETTYBIRDS WAITRESSES

Jenny Jiggles, the maitre'd talks about 2 poor guys who had to work as waitresses at Prettybirds.

I took a comfort break and then went to the dressing room to freshen up my make up. Two of our waitresses, Thelma and Louise, were there. 'Thelma' is Thor Hansen, a tall nordic type from Michigan and 'Louise' is Lou Judd, a shorter, darker guy from Chicago or somewhere east. You remember I said there were two waitresses excused butt plugs? Them. Both suffered from hemorrhoids. They'd only been with us a month or so.

In their early forties, they'd been buddies for years, since moving out here. They're partners in an auto repair shop just north of Fort Lewis about sixty miles from Chapter City. They had a good life. Nice wives, children. Not rich, but they made an honest living. Then they saw that movie Brokeback Mountain and got to wondering what it would be like to kiss a guy. They swear that's all they were doing when their wives came in. Well the wives went to Defcon 3 and threw them out of the house. Stopped them from seeing their kids. They had to bunk down at the back of the auto shop.

Then Thor's wife, Marie, met up with Ms Laurence at some ladies club dinner. Like women do, she told her everything. The Boss suggested Marie and Lou's wife, Camilla, should send the guys to us to teach them a lesson. So they're kinda like me. They're working their ticket back to their wives and family. I liked Thelma and Louise. They were really sensitive guys. Not like you'd expect from auto repair men at all. I got the impression that the little guy, Louise, was kinda enjoying the dressing up, especially as they didn’t have butt plugs like the rest of us. A couple of Supervisors face fucked 'em and of course the Boss took 'em both but wouldn’t let either of them climax. I don't think there's been a man come through the doors that she hasn't got an orgasm out of.

Anyhow, they're sitting there and Louise asks me for help with his eyeliner. They knew nothing about being a tranny when they were sent to us. Ms Laurence's husband, Raquel, taught them about make up and wigs and walking in four inch heels. Joanie and I taught them waitressing. They tried hard but they were still pretty shaky on the heels.

The overall effect was reasonably good. Thelma, the tall one, had good features that responded well to lipstick and eye shadow. Nice long legs too. Louise had to have special make up because, even shaving twice a day, he still had beard shadow. But when he was properly made up he looked slutty but cute. Which is all you can ask for, right?

I carefully pencilled in around his eyes. "You okay Louise?" I asked "You seem jumpy."

"Our wives are coming tonight, to see how we're doing."

I stood back to inspect my work. "Yeah, I can see how that would spook you. Still, you girlies have done good. Just relax and don't fall off your heels. You'll be fine. Joanie's Owner is in tonight and she's way scarier than Marie or Camilla."

"Its not that." said Thelma, adjusting his cock restraint so his balls swung freely. "If we pass tonight's test they say they'll let us come home and we won't have to be waitresses anymore."

"Well, that's real nice for you guys but I'll be sorry to lose you."

Louise stood up to put on his dress. "We'll be kinda sorry too. Its been a weird kind of fun, but we miss our kids, don't we Thelma?"

"Sure do Louise, and a comfortable bed."

We walked towards the door to the foyer. "Any idea what the test is, guys?" I asked.

Louise said "I think its just they want proof that we've learnt our lesson."

"Yeah, if they see us being good obedient girlies, they'll let us come home."

A few minutes later their wives arrived. Two well built (ok - fat) women. They must have been pretty once but now they were frankly scary. Low cut tops showing off huge tits. Hairdos fifteen years too young for them. Lots of jewelry. Still the guys must love them, or at least their kids. I'd met them once before, when they brought their husbands. They had a look around but didn't stay or take advantage of the Owner's discount. I think they felt hurt and cheated and just wanted their own back. Or maybe they just weren’t as kinky as most women I'd encountered in this job.

"Ms Hanson! Ms Judd! Lovely to see you again. What is your pleasure tonight?"

"Hi!" said Marie Hanson "You're Jeanny right?"

"Jenny, ma'am."

"Jenny, right. We've come to see how our faggot husbands are getting along."

"Their doing fine ma'am. We're very pleased with them. I'll call them for you."

Like a Maitre D, I snapped my fingers and the wayward husbands wiggled across the room with a drink on a tray for their wives. Just like we taught them, they said politely "Good evening Ms Marie, Ms Camilla. Lovely to see again. How may we serve you?"

Their wives took the drinks and looked at each other approvingly. Ms Camilla took a sip and then said to Thelma "You can show me your cock, sweet cakes."

Thelma looked at his wife who said "Do what the lady said, Thelma. And Louise, lemmee see yours too."

The men lifted their skirts and each wife stroked the other husband's balls.

"Its good to see you have those faggot cocks under control." said Ms Marie.

"Yes ma'am." said her husband "We wear them all the time, just like you said."

"Even at the auto shop?" asked Ms Camilla.

"Yes ma'am." said Louise. "We don't take them off except to bathe."

"Very good, girls." said Ms Marie. "Well, back to work. We're gonna see the sights."

"Yeah, away you go, girls." chuckled Ms Camilla "We'll catch you later."

The boys looked at each other, as if they wanted to say something, but just curtsied. "Yes ma'am. Thank you ma'am."

Their wives watched them move to the next table and speak to other customers. Ms Camilla turned to me. "Are they any good, Jenny? Seriously."

"Oh yes ma'am. Thelma is a bit shaky on the heels, but he's tall, which makes it more difficult. And Louise needs a lot of make up. But yeah, they're doing fine."

"Good. Could you ask Ms Laurence if we can see her please?"

"Certainly ma'am. I'll be right back."

As you'd expect, Ms Laurence was in her office bouncing on a cock, Latifah by name. I don't think you know Latifah. Short black guy of twenty two. His Momma (who originally named him Limahl) sent him to us because he couldn't get any other work. Quite pretty, good cheekbones. Big ass that takes cock or dildo easy. Very obedient. Real Mommy's boy.

Anyhow, in between thrusts, Ms Laurence said "Sure. Send them up in ten minutes. Then after they go send me up which ever whore is free. I've been at a business conference all day and I'm three fucks down."

"Yes Boss. Thank you Boss."

So the wives had their meeting and I sent Farah up to serve the Boss. Ms Marie and Ms Camilla told me and Ms Candy, the Supervisor, what they planned to do. It seemed a little over the top to me but I'm just a man. I remember just being glad that my wife didn't know how I earned my keep.

Ms Candy went to the little stage in the corner of the room and called Thelma and Louise over. Then she announced. "Ladies, may I have your attention please. We're gonna put on a little free show in a moment so you might want to gather around. You all know Thelma and Louise, our waitresses. Been with us a month. Well tonight their wives have come visit and they've decided the girlies have been so good they should be allowed some fun. Come on up guys. Give a big hand for Thelma and Louise."

The two men were confused. What kind of fun? But they stood on the little stage and blinked nervously under the lights.

"Thelma and Louise were sent here because they were caught kissing each other - without their wives permission. Kinky huh? Their wives thought, if they're gonna be queer, they should go all the way. So tonight, for your thrill and delight, Thelma and Louise are gonna face fuck each other!"

A round of applause and cheering from the women. The boys looked at their wives "You cannot be serious Marie!" said Thelma.

She slapped his face hard. "That's Ms Marie to you, faggot and yes we are serious. If you want to come home you will do EXACTLY as we say. Now start off by kissing."

Camilla said "And not the namby pamby pecking you were doing when we caught you. Real, passionate lip action! Come on!"

Thelma looked at Louise. "What d'ya think Lou?"

Lou looked at his wife. "If we do this, we get to go home, right?"

"Yes you do." said his wife "Now fuck the bitch!"

The crowd chanted "Boy Fuck! Boy Fuck!"

Thelma just dipped Louise backward and kissed him passionately. Louise pulled away, gasping for breath, before grabbing his buddy and kissing him back as the crowd cheered.

"Get him on the sofa Thelma!" yelled his wife. The crowd parted to let the smooching guy waitresses through to a nearby sofa.

"C'mon Louise." yelled Ms Camilla "Talk to your boyfriend. Tell him how much you want him. Give us passion."

Lou stammered something about 'wanting you so much, big guy' and they fell on the sofa with Louise underneath. Kissing and cuddling as the crowd closed around them. Their wives stood closest and chanted loudest of all.

"Boy Fuck! Boy Fuck! BOY FUCK!"

Camilla yelled over the din "Get his cock free Thelma. We want cock!"

Thelma fumbled with his buddy's cock leash. Fortunately it was just held by a stud at the back. If it had been the kind I had where the dick has to be down before it can be removed... Well he'd never have got it off!"

Louise gasped as Thelma whipped the sheath off his friend. His excited dick quickly stiffened to cheers from the watching women.

"Told you! Gay as a daisy in May! Okay” laughed Ms Marie. "Let's see the Hanson Fucking Machine!"

Thelma was half kneeling, half standing on the sofa. Louise fumbled behind his friend's balls and got the sheath off quickly. Thelma's much longer dick sprang into life.

Ms Candy motioned to the crowd for quiet. "Okay ladies. These two are gonna suck cock. Who sucks first?"

Ms Marie shrugged "Gee, never thought of that. Waddya think, Cammy?"

Ms Camilla leered "How about we sixty-nine the fags?"

"Great idea." said Ms Candy. "Turn around Thelma."

He looked down at his friend's swarthy, sweaty member. "You want me to suck that?"

"Of course I do." said his wife "That's what gays do."

"Do I get a condom?"

"No way. You hafta swallow it all or you don't go home."

"Same goes for you, bitch babe." grinned Ms Camilla. "Take it all and no spitting or you'll never see your kids again."

There was just enough room on the sofa for the two mechanics to lay side by side. Each took hold on the other guy's dick.

Ms Candy looked down at them. "Now this isn't a race, girls. Its not about speed. Its about entertainment. We don't just wanna see cock sucking. We wanna see balls licking and ass tweaking and a whole heap of ecstatic moaning. Give us a good show and we might even pay your wives for it. So on the count of three. THREE!"

The emasculated mechanics started chowing down on each other's dicks. Louise definitely seemed more enthusiastic with the ass squeezing or maybe Thelma was enjoying himself too much to care. Thelma certainly came first. He’d rolled on top and was bucking hard into his friend's mouth. He gave up on Louise's dick until his own was drained. He moaned loudly. "Oh YES! That is SO good! At FRICKEN Last!" as the women applauded. Louise, for his part seemed to relish cleaning every last drop off his buddy's member.

"That's one." announced Ms Candy. "Let's move round a little so the wives can get a better view."

Ms Candy made Louise sit on the sofa and Thelma kneel on the floor. Their wives sat either side, to get the best view. Thelma kissed his friend's balls and worked his way up the shaft before suddenly taking most of it into his mouth.

"He's your bitch now Thelma." cheered Ms Camilla. "Suck the bitch dry. Every last drop or you don't go home. C'mon bitch."

You'd swear they were watching a wrestling match, they cheered and chanted so much. Finally Louise gasped "I'm coming Thelma, please please don't stop. Wahhhh!"

Louise twitched and moaned as his friend massaged and sucked his dick to get the last drop out. Finally Thelma looked up at his friend. "You okay, man?"

"Hoo yeah!" gasped Louise, grinning from ear to ear.

The crowd applauded then started to melt away in search of their own orgasms. Ms Candy told Thelma and Louise to shower and change while she spoke to their Owners. I don't think the mechanics had thought of their wives as Owners before.

I had to get back to work. The hen party downstairs needed more whores. They'd exhausted the three I'd sent down. Maybe Farah and Latifah were available. The customers would probably love a little ebony and ivory action and Farah always loves taking a new cock up his ass.

Thelma and Louise didn’t come back as waitresses after that night. I heard their wives took them back on condition that the guys never - ever - fucked each other again --- unless they could watch! Seems they developed a little side line in Fort Lewis doing boy-on-boy for Ladies Only parties. Another couple of satisfied customers.