This story was inspired by an amazing piece written by my Lacy-girl!  It was so tittilating, I had to come up with a next chapter!  I hope she loves it... you too!

It had been about a week since my gorgeous wife Heather had informed me of her upcoming promotion at work.

"Lamar wants me to be his personal assistant!  Isn't that amazing?!?", she blurted with excitement as she prepared a salad for dinner. 

"Lamar?", I asked  "Don't you mean Mr Harrison? When did you start calling your boss and owner of the company by his first name? 

Heather explained, "well Lamar and I work so much together, and we get along so well, he said it was silly for me to call him Mr Harrison any more."

"So what exactly will you do as personal assistant to Lamar?", I asked

"Mr Harrison, dear", Heather corrected me.

 "What?"

"It's Mr Harrison to you, hon."

"But you just said..."

"That's just for me, silly", Heather laughed.  Isn't that incredible?!?  I feel so special!  Everyone else has to call him Mr Harrison, out of respect."

"Well I don't work for him", I pouted.

"Like I said", Heather went on, looking me in the eye, "it's a sign of respect.  He IS my owner after all"

"WHAT did you just say?", I demanded, amazed at what I had just heard.

Heather stopped chopping lettuce and realized what she'd just said.  She laughed as she slapped my arm playfully, "ohhhhh you know what I meant!  OUR owner?  Owner of the company I work for?  hahaha" 

"So what's in this job you'll do for... Mr Harrison?"  I didn't know why I gave in to the title... I still don't.  It just kind of seemed... natural.  Weird, huh?

"Well, I'm not sure yet", Heather mused.  "Helping him with projects, being a right hand, I guess... lots of administrative stuff... you know."

"No, I DON'T know", I said.  "That's why I'm asking."

"Well... like I said, I don't know for sure.  Lamar wants me to go with him to the trade conference next week... maybe I'll find out more there."

"You're going away with La.... with Mr Harrison?" 

"Just Thursday morning to Saturday afternoon", Heather explained.  He said he wants me to meet some people, make some connections... shmooz... that kind of stuff.  There will be a few lectures, some meetings... and of course the usual boring dinner."

 "And where exactly will you be staying?", I heard myself begin to sound more childish.

"Well Lamar booked us two rooms"

"You'll have your own room then?", I pouted.

"Of course, silly!", Heather giggled, giving me a very platonic kiss on the cheek to soothe me.

All week I couldn't help thinking of Heather in her professional attire... tight skirt and business jacket, stockings, high heels, a satiny blouse... she was always a knockout when she went to work... I hated her working late with Mr Harrison... a big handsome black man.  I pictured them at the conference dinner, sitting side by side, talking and laughing with everyone... and then him casually slipping a hand under the table to touch her stockinged thigh, easing his way up little by little and resting it under the hem of her short skirt.  I imagined Heather slipping her hand down to his lap too, and her red lips forming a surprised little o as she felt his big black cock hardening to her touch, lengthening along his muscular thigh, through his pants... a promise of things to come later.  I pictured her in her room, later, walking around in her stockings and heels, skimpy little bra and thong, sipping a glass of wine... there's a knock at the connecting door to her boss's room, she opens it and there he stands in nothing but a towel.  He steps inside and she greets him with arms open wide and wrapped around his broad shoulders, squeezing herself against his muscular chest.  She grabs his towel and tosses it aside, gasping at the beauty of his long, thick black manhood, bends to pull off her little thong, and he picks her up in his arms so she can wrap her legs around his waist.  He impales her on his huge erection and she gasps with ecsatasy as he walks over to the wall, pinning her against it and begins banging her!

NO!  NO!  I can't!  I HAVE to stop thinking about this!!!  It's making me crazy!

So now here it was, Friday night.  Heather had been gone since yesterday morning and was due back sometime late tomorrow afternoon.  And here I was lying in our king sized bed all alone.... thinking... just thinking.   At one point I got up and walked over to the dresser, opened a drawer and rummaged through Heather's little panties till I found one of my favorite pairs.  Then I crept back to bed in the dark, lowering my thin pajama bottoms and my underpants along the way, laying back and wrapping the silky panties around my erection, idly rubbing myself, thinking about how much I missed Heather and trying not to think about... well, about what might be happening at the conference.  When I thought of it, when I had those fantasies running through my head, I was torn between sadness and anger... and a shameful realizatin that they excited me!  It was very confusing and I hated myself for getting turned on by those dirty thoughts of my wife and her handsome black boss.

To add to my loneliness, I was home all alone!  It was Friday night and our daughter Amanda was out on a date with her boyfriend!  Chris was everything a parent could want for his beautiful 18-year old daughter... star of the baseball team, tall, muscular, athletic, handsome, charming... I couldn't stand the cocky little bastard! 

As I lay in my big bed, stroking myself to erection, I pulled Heather's panties to my face, deeply inhaling her fragrance... and even took the crotch into my mouth to roll it around and try and taste her.  As I reapplied it to my stiff little shaft, I pictured myself kneeling over Heather, her lying there, smiling up at me wickedly as I slowly pulled her panties down and off, now staring at her gorgeous naked body, her beautigul wet pussy glistening in the candlelight as I prepared to enter her.  Just then my fantasy was interrupted by the image of her big boss, naked and  nudging me out of the way... I am too weak and intimidated by his muscles and his authority to resist and am soon standing helpleesly by the bed while he replaces me and lowers himself onto my wife to fuck her... and all I can do is grasp my little white penis and sob as I watch.  Man!  Even in my fantasies!

Suddenly I was brought back to the moment by the sound of a diesel engine and gravel crunching under tires in my driveway... that would be Chris bringing Amanda home from their date.  Abandoning Heather's pretty little panties for now, I got up and moved to the window overlooking the drive, to see.  Sure enough there was Chris's brand new full sized pickup, bright red with chrome pipes along the sides, roll bar, grill guard... all the bells and whistles... perfect for the arrogant little shit.  As the engine shut down and I stood in the darkened window, waiting to see Amanda get out, there was no movement.  What was going on in there, I wondered to myself?  I imagined them making out... right there in my driveway!!!  I pictured them kissing, his hands all over my baby, his pants bulging in arousal and her rubbing him through his faded jeans.  I wanted to go down, pull Amanda out of the truck and then punch him in the face!

I wondered why I felt this way... he was certainly good to Amanda and always polite to Heather and me.  But then I thought back to a month ago when Amanda had walked into my room one night while Heather was at work... how she had seen my little erection under the sheet, had pulled it down and stripped off my underwear, had made me hump Heather's pillow while she finger fucked my asshole till I came all over the pillow... totally dominated me.  Amanda had never told Heather and never again even mentioned it to me.  She didn't have to... it was there between us now.  I rightfully hated that night... and I shamefully loved every second of it.  I wanted to drive it from my memory... and then another part of me secretly wanted it to happen again.  Maybe that was why I resented Chris... on some level did I feel Amanda was mine?  Was I like a little child who resented his mommy's affection for daddy?  Was I jealous of Chris???  Oh god!  It was too twisted to face!

And yet as I stood there looking down at his truck, knowing my daughter was there, making out with him, my pajamas and underwear were still around my knees and I couldn't help idly stroking my growing little erection.  Soon I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall, still at the window, rubbing myself up and down, up and down.  I didn't even notice the car coming down our street in the dark, till it rounded a corner and it's high beams washed across the front of our house... and for a quick instant shined right into the bedrooom window where I stood playing with myself.  That roused me from my trance and I froze as the lights passed, leaving me once more in darkness. 

In a few minutes, both front doors opened and Amanda and Chris got out.  Chris leaned against the side of his truck and Amanda came around and pressed against him, his arms around her... his hands groping her ass under her too short skirt!  His tongue was in her mouth... hmmmm... that soft, pretty mouth... wet lips... hmmmm.... I continued rubbing my little erection as they kissed a long while and then finally broke apart.  Chris insensitively roared his engine to life and drove off while Amanda turned and ... did I catch her glancing a second up at my window?... bounced into the house.

 I quickly got back into bed, hearing her downstairs locking the front door, then rooting around in the fridge a little before turning off the downstairs lights and coming upstairs.  I heard her pass my room and close the door to her own.  I could hear the shower and couldn't help picturing her stripping down in her room and now naked under the shower... touching and soaping herself, then rinsing and toweling dry.  I was still erect as I thought of my daughter... still fingering my hard on... What was WRONG with me?!?  I then pictured her in a thin, filmy, lacy little baby doll... and in a few minutes, heard the doorknob to my room turning and the door being quielty opened!

"Daddy?", I heard Amanda whisper.  I lay still, not daring to move, hoping she would go away.

"No use pretending you're asleep, daddy.  I know you were waiting up for me" 

Busted, I sat up and quickly arranged the sheet and blanket as Amanda walked over and turned on the lamp next to my bed.  Instead of the sexy little nightie I had imagined, she wore an old pair of tiny running shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt she often wore to bed, cut off at the bottom and revealing her tight belly.  Her hair was wet and combed back and I could tell she was braless under the tiny shirt.  It all gave her a cute tomboyish look... quite sexy... and I hoped I would not get too obvious an erection in front of her again! 

"Mommy's not home yet, huh?", Amanda asked as she flopped onto the bed next to me.

"Tomorrow", I muttered.

"Oh.... you ok daddy?", she asked sweetly, kissing my cheek.

"Sure, baby, I'm fine.  Why do you ask?"

"Well", Amanda began hesitantly, "I know how much it bothers you when mommy is with her boss."

"Ohhhh, I'm ok", I lied.  "Business is business... haha"  I tried to sound casual... there was a long quiet pause.

"Mommy calls him Lamar, you know."

"Yes... I know"

"But everyone else has to call him Mr Harrison.  Even you", Amanda replied... I thought I detected just a tiny hint of amusement in her voice.

"Well... he is the boss, after all", I answered a bit absently.

"I know, daddy... but..." here Amanda reached down and idly twirled her finger along the blanket... conspicuously close to my groin... "doesn't that make you feel... small... and inadequate?"  Again the hint of amusement.

"No, not at all!", I answered too quickly.  "I don't want to talk about this any more!" I was a bit sharp with her.

"That's ok daddy, I understand", Amanda pouted, getting up from the bed to leave.

Feeling badly about my tone and not wanting Amanda to feel hurt, I thought of something else to talk about and cheerily asked, "so... how was your date?"  I didn't really want to know, but it was all I coud think of so quickly.

Amanda turned and hopped back onto the bed beside me... I could se her perky little breasts bounce as she sat next to me.  My penis stirred slightly. 

As she sat this time, however, Amanda turned down the sheets a little bit and to my horror I saw a small flash of electric blue against the white sheets!  Oh no!  Heather's little panties!

Amanda saw it too and asked, "ohhhhh?  What's this?", as she reached and pulled the panties out, dangling them in front of her. "Mommy left a pair of her panties in the bed?"  Then she held them up for a closer look and her eyes widened with surprise when she saw a fresh, glistening spot of my precum!

"Daddy!!!", she giggled.  "Were you playing with your little dick into mommy's panties?!?"

"Amanda", I shot back helplessly, "that's none of your..."

"Awwwwwwwww... but that's sooooooo sweeeeeeeeet!", she teased.  "You missed mommy and you were thinking of her while you masturbated!  teehee"

"Amanda, that's enough... I don't think you should be..."  but before I could finish my sentence, Amanda whipped down the sheet and blanket and saw the tiny tent in my pajama bottoms".  Luckily I had pulled them up when I heard her coming into the house... but I cursed myself for forgetting about the panties!

"So that's what you were playing with at the window", she giggled with delight.

"The window?", I said, pretending surprise.

"Yes, daddy", she smiled.  "A car passed by and I could see you standing there in the headlights."

"I... I... I was just... uhhh... oh!  I was ch-checking my watch to see f you were... were home on time.  That's all".  I knew I sounded too nervous to be telling the truth, but I was too flustered at having gotten caught.

"Ohhhhh", Amanda replied calmly. "And do you always check your watch with your underpants down around your knees?  *giggle, giggle*"

"I.... I ... well... I..."  I couldn't think of a thing to say and lay there helplessly as my daughter teased and taunted me.

"It's alright that you play with your peepee, daddy.  After all, not every guy can be a real man and have hot sex... like Chris... and like Mr Harrison."

I stared at Amanda in disbelief at what she had just implied! 

"Daddy!", Amanda feigned shock.  "Were you spying on Chris and me?!?"

"N-no, baby!  Of course not", I laughed.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, I bet you were", she smiled in a teasing sing-song voice. "You were watching Chris and me making out, weren't you?  Did you see me opening his pants and stroking his big hard cock too?"  

"I REALLY don't want to hear this,", I snapped, quickly arranging my hands so as to cover my growing erection.

"Awwwwww... does it bother you, daddy?  I'm sorry", Amanda smiled sweetly.  Then she looked as though a new thought had entered her head.  "Daddy!  Are you jealous of Chris?!?

"W-w-WHAT?", I stammered.  "That's ridiculous!  Jealous?", I boldly scoffed.  "Of him??  An arrogant little jerk?"

Amanda only brightened and laughed, "ohhhhhhhhhhh!  You ARE jealous of him, daddy!"

"Stop this r-right now!", I demanded.

"Oh, my goodness, daddy.... do you have naughty thoughts about me?  teehee  Were you picturing yourself down in that truck with me?  hahahahahahaha"

Amanda glanced down to my lap and we could both see the unmistakable stirring of my growing cock.  I blushed crimson as she looked at me in wonder.

"Amanda... n-no, honey.  Now p-please go to bed", I begged.

"Awwww, it's ok daddy... I won't tell anybody... especially mommy.  I won't tell that you're jealous of my boyfriend because he gets to feel my hand on his big... gorgeous... cock."  By now Amanda was leaning in close and whispering hotly into my ear, driving me crazy!

"Ohhhh!", I moaned, instinctively grabbing my erection through my pajamas. Amanda giggled at my almost involuntary reaction.

"Ohhhh, you got all excietd when I mentioned Chris's...", Amanda began and then broke off mid sentence with a wide eyed look of astonished discovery.  "DADDY!", she squealed.  You're not jealous of Chris at all!  You're jealous of me!"

"W-w-what are you talking about?!?", I demanded, wishing more than ever that she would go to bed and leave me alone!

"You're jealous of me touching Chris's cock, aren't you?!?"  THAT'S the problem!  You're gay for my boyfriend's cock!"

"Am-m-manda, stop right now!  Th-this isn't funny at all.  Now go..."

But Amanda was jumping off the bed and rushing for the dresser in our room... Heather's side... and rummaging through her bras and panties to the back of the drawer.  Amanda squealed with delight and held up what she was after... one of Heather's big flesh colored dildos! I couldn't believe it!!!

Amanda returned to bed and cuddled beside me.

"How did you ... how did you know about...", I stammered in disbelief.

"Oh daddy", Amanda laughed.  "Mommy told me all about her... uhhh... lady toys.  haha  She let's me borrow them."

I was suddenly struck dumb by the image of my hot daughter stark naked and spread wide on her bed in the middle of the night, eyes closed, head back and softly moaning as she thrust in and out of herself with the same huge rubber cock her mother used when she was horny and frustrated by my little dick! I had no words... and my dick was sticking straight up in my pajamas!  I was afraid it would burst through the opening... Amanda ran her finger along my boner through the thin material and flicked the tip as I lay there helplessly embarrassed.

"This one is my favorite", she smiled, running her hand lovingly along the long, thick, realistic, veiny shaft and big head.  "I call this one Chris... for obvious reasons", she giggled wickedly.  I gazed at it in awe... was her boyfriend really that big??!!??  I pictured Amanda in the truck with Chris as he unzipped and opened his jeans, sitting back with an arrogant smirk as she eagerly pulled them down and let his cock pop out!  I could see his long, thick, pulsing manhood standing up rigid... beckoning for my lips.... what?!?  For HER lips!

I knew I should put an immediate stop to this... scold Amanda... send her to bed!  But I was just too weak... especially when she cuddled up next to me and started licking the shaft of that big long cock!

"Mmmmmmmm... it's so good, daddy."  She very slowly licked all up and down, circling the head with her tongue before slipping her lips over the tip and sucking it in, then sucking as much of it as she could get in... and all the time I sat there in a trance, watching her.  I couldn't believe this was my daughter!  Next Amanda leaned in closer, so her cheek was next to mine... this brought the cock so close to my face... and she kept on licking and kissing it, sucking and moaning.

"Mmmmmmm, you should try it, daddy.  Mmmmmm... come here... give it a little lick."  She didn't pull away from it, just got closer as she continued licking, till the cock was right at my mouth.

"Come on daddy... you know you're curious... open up and give it a taste... mmmmm"

I don't even know what I was thinking at that point... if anything at all!  It was like I had no control over what I was doing, as I parted my lips and let that big dildo graze my tongue... and again... and again... and now I opened my mouth more, put out my tongue and licked, along with Amanda! 

"Just close your eyes and let go, daddy", Amanda whispered between licks, and I did... and just let go and began giving the underside of the rubber shaft little kisses, little licks... running my tongue up and down, up and down... licking, sucking, kissing, moaning until... suddenly, my lips and tongue touched Amanda's!  I felt my daughter's tongue on mine... her lips on mine!  I knew I should pull away immediately... but to my shock I didn't!  I closed my eyes and held my lips and tongue there against hers!!!  Then I realized what I was doing and quickly jerked my head away!  What was happening??!!??

"Oooooo, daddy.... that was nice... very very naughty, but nice.  teehee"

"Amanda... baby... baby, I'm sorry!  I'm sorry, honey!"

My daughter just winked at me and giggled... "it's ok, daddy... just keep licking".

I couldn't stop myself and I did just that.  Amanda now held the big cock to my mouth and watched me go down on it.  I couldn't believe I was sucking a rubber cock in front of my baby girl!  It was so humiliating!  And this was a cock she had had in her pussy!  My little dick was raging hard in my pajamas and she looked down and giggled.

"Keep sucking it", she whispered right in my ear.  "Keep sucking daddy... keep sucking... Chris.  Keep sucking Chris's cock"

My brain registered what Amanda was saying but I couldn't pull away!

"Please, baby", I pleaded.  "P-p-please don't... I'm too..."

"Too what, daddy?  Too weak to deny you want your daughter's boyfriend's cock in your mouth? Isn't that right, faggy boy?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmph", I moaned as I continued sucking.

"Say how much you like it, daddy... go ahead... you like it, don't you?"

Hesitating a moment, I broke down, in my trance and murmured "yes."

"Yes what?  Tell Chris... tell him you like it.

Still sucking I sobbed as I whispered, "yes, Chris... I like it.

"Like what?  Tell him... tell my boyfriend what you like."

"I... I like.... I like your big, beautiful cock in my mouth... Chris"  I was so ashamed in front of my daughter!

"Suck his big balls, faggy boy", Amanda giggled.  I obediently slid lower, sucking on the big balls at the base of the dildo.

Amanda finally pulled it teasingly away, still waving it in my face and whispered, "gooood girl, daddy".  I whimpered in shame, feeling myself blushing crimson in front of my daughter.  Suddenly she began pulling up my t-shirt over my head... she pulled it off leaving me in just my pajama bottoms and underpants.

"W-what.. what are you doing, baby?", I asked nervously.

Amanda flashed a mischevious smile and said, "when I suck on Chris, he likes me to be all naked for him, daddy.  teehee  I immediately pictured my baby girl all stripped and in the nude... sucking that big, hard cock!  I groaned in shame and arousal, too weak to put a stop to this... too angry at myself for my inability to take control back from my daughter.

Then Amanda gently grasped the waistband of my pajamas and underpants all at once.

"Oh baby, no.... oh god p-p-plase don't... don't do that..."

"Ohhhhh it's alright, daddy... no need to be shy... you want to get all naked for Chris, don't you?"  And as she said that, she slid my pajama bottoms and underpants down my legs... I was being stripped by my daughter!  In a second they were off and I lay there entirely naked in front of her!!! I put both hands over my little erection like a shy little boy, but Amanda gently pulled them away and I silently, obediently, held them to my sides.

Amanda giggled as she looked at me naked and helpless.  Her in-control tomboy look made me feel even weaker and more vulnerable.  My little penis was stiff as a board and sticking straight up at the ceiling!

"Awwwwww... there's that cute little peeshie I remember from the night you humped mommy's pillow for me.  teehee  teehee"

Just hearing my daughter remind me of that humiliating night made me moan...and tears of shame start to form in my eyes. I remembered the shame of being naked, rolling over onto my belly and humping Heather's pillow right in front of Amanda!

"Ooooooo... so cute... all naked for Chris... such a pretty girl...  teehee", my daughter taunted me.   Then she added... ,"when I'm all naked for Chris... in his truck... like I was tonight", here I shuddered with arousal and my little dickie bounced!... "after awhile he doesn't want his cock in my mouth anymore.  He wants to put it"... and hear Amanda looked sweet and coy, touching her finger to her pouty bottom lip... " in my little vagina.  teehee"

"Ohhhhh,. honey!  Please stop!  Pleeeease!", I begged her, my head back against the pillow, my eyes closed, my lips parted as she slid the big dildo across them... and my tongue slid out to lick as it passed!

"Is that what you want, faggy boy?  You want that big...beautiful... manhood up inside your little vagina?"

I barely whispered, "no... no... no..."

"It's ok", Amanda whispered ever so softly right in my ear, "just say it... no one will hear... go ahead."

"No... no... no", I continued and after a pause, "y-y-yes, yes... yessss...."  I was now instinctively rubbing my little erection in front of Amanda! I was stroking it up and down in arousal at the thought of having her arrogant, muscular boyfriend shove his big cock up my ass!

"Tell him", she whispered.  Tell Chris where you want his big hard cock, faggy boy..... go on... tell him."

Pouting, tears running down my cheeks, I softly replied, "I want ..."

"Say his name", Amanda calmly instructed.

"More tears... more sobs as I muttered, "Chris... I want... your big hard cock..."

"That's right", she smiled... tell him where you want it."

"In... in my little vagina", I sobbed.  "I want your big manly cock in my little vagina"... I broke down crying. 

 "Goood girl", Amanda smiled.  She took my hand, pulling me to my feet.  "Come with me, daddy", she giggled as she led me, still sobbing with shame, my little penis now bouncing in front as we walked, to the bathroom.

 In the bathroom, Amanda made me bend over and spread my ass cheks wide for her as she lubed my asshole with vaseline.  It was the second time my hot daughter had violated her sissy daddy's little hole and I felt so incredibly ashamed and degraded holding my cheeks wide open for her as she laughed behind me, laughing at my bare ass and wide-spread hole!  Next Amanda turned Heather's big dildo around in her hand and gave a few big long licks to the suction cup at the back, and then planted it firmly onto the smooth tile floor so it was sticking straight up... and then instructed me to stand right over it!!

"Ya know, Daddy, Chris loves for me to squat right down on his big cock while he sits in the front seat of his truck... so why don't you do that too?  teehee  Come on, faggy boi, take Chris's big cock up your little vagina."

I sobbed as I obediently began to slowly squat down, lowering myself toward the floor.

"Oh come on, let's hear it, daddy.  Beg Chris to let you sit on his big cock.  teehee"

As I closed my eyes, I felt a tear sliding down my cheek, but I was too shamefully turned on to disobey my Amanda. "P-p-please, Chris.  Please let me sit on your b-big cock.  Mmmmm... push it up into my little vagina.  (sob, sob)"

Amanda laughed with wicked delight as I felt the tip pushing against my opening.  I paused a second, squirming as I felt the tip enter my asshole... then grimmaced as I lowered myself down... oh my god!  Further and further, till I could feel the big rubber cock deep inside me!  Ohhhhh!   Despite my total shame and humiliation, it felt sooooooo good!!!

"Oh god, Chris!", I just blurted out without thinking, sending Amanda into fits of laughter!

"Chris loves to rub my tits while he fucks me, daddy.  Come on, rub your titties for me."

I am admittedly a little overweight and have been teased before about my man boobs... but this was the first time the word tit was used.  I was so turned on though, I immediately obeyed Amanda, reached up and grabbed my "tits" and started massaging them... moaning aloud as I rode up and down on the huge rigid dildo, my stiff little penis wagging around in front, bouncing up and down and slapping back and forth against my thighs.  Amanda made herself comfortable, sitting on the edge of the tub, laughing and squeraling with delight at daddy's humiliation! 

"Oh god, daddy, you look soooo funny!  Let me hear you talk to Chris, daddy!  Come in... beg your little girl's boyfriend to fuck your little sissy vagina! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!"

Too carried away now to even think about keeping any control, I just let go, imagining the arrogant little bastard really making me his bitch.  "Oh yes, Chris.,.. fuck me!  Fuck me harder!  Make me your sissy bitch! Show me who's the boss!  See what a little fag I am for you!  I want to be your fag! Fuck me!  Fuck me like a bitch!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing myself say!  It was unreal... as if I was having an out of body experience and watching myself from outside!  Amanda squealed with disbelief, but instead of shaming me to the point of stopping, somehow it only encouraged me to keep going! 

"Oh my god, Chris!  I want to be a weak little girl for you!  Make me a girl!  Fuck me like a little girl! Take my little vagina!!! Oh it feels soooo good!  You're sooo big, Chris!  I love your big gorgeous cock in my little vagina!"

Amanda had tears streaming down her red face, she was laughing so hard!!!  I couldn't hold back any more! I had to cum!  Still bouncing up and down, with one hand rubbing my "tits", I grabbed my little stiffy with my other hand and beat it furiously!  It only took a few strokes before I felt the wave crashing over me!

Amanda saw it about to happen and came and stood over me.  I looked up and saw her long shapely legs and sexy bare feet next to me as I reached the point of no return... jerking wildly on my little dick as I moaned aloud with jets of cum shooting onto the floor!

"Like a girl, faggy boi!  I want to hear you sound like a girl!!", my daughter ordered.

I immediately squealed in a high pitched tone, screaming, "oh yes!  yes!  ohhhhhh!  YES!!!", with my cum shooting all over the floor.  "Ooooooo!  Ooooooooo!  Yeeeeessssssss..." as Amanda laughed down at me.

The floor was covered in my shameful sissy cum puddle and it took a few moments for me to calm down, my heartbeat and breathing returning to normal... and the flood of shame and guilt washing over me, reducing me to tears at my daughter's feet. I slowly eased myself off the big rubber cock, feeling it sliding out of my no longer virgin little sissy ass pussy... picturing what I must have looked like to my daughter.  I hung my head and could feel my cheeks flushed with hot shame.

"Nice performance, faggy boy.  I'm sure Chris would just love to break you in for real... hahahahahaha" Amanda now touched my shoulder and guided me so that I was kneeling upright.  She looked down between my legs and giggled, then lifted her toe to lift my tiny flacid little peepee and let it drop again.  "Hahahahaha... oh daddy, how teensy weensy.  teehee  teehee"  As I hung my head she smiled and added, "it's ok daddy... like I said, not every guy can be a real man, like Chris.... or like Mr Harrison."  That last comment hit me like an arrow through my groin and I looked at her as if I was about to object... but had nothing to say, so I hung my head in resigned shame as a tear rolled dopwn my burning cheeks.

"Amanda... I'm... I'm... ", I stammered, with no idea of what I could possibly say to her... I couldn't even look her in the eye!

"Not now, daddy... you have some cleaning up to do, don't you?  teehee",  Amanda laughed.  "You don't want mommy to know you had one of her favorite lady toys up your fairy ass, do you?  haha.  And you also have to clean your sissy mess from the tile floor."

At this point I opened the cabinet beneath the sink to retrieve a roll of paper towels and knelt to start wiping the floor.

"No... not like that, daddy", Amanda smiled down at me kneeling at her feet.  With that my daughter reached with her beautiful little pink painted toes and dragged them through my cum puddle!  Then, balancing herself against the wall, Amanda  lifted her gorgeous leg and bent her knee so that her cute little toes were at eye level with me, and absolutely dripping with daddy's cum!  I realized just what she was thinking and tears of helplessness rolled down my cheeks as my daughter gently brought her foot to my mouth... I saw her cute little pink painted toes coming toward me, heard her sweet girlie giggle and obediently opened my mouth to begin licking my cum from my beautiful goddess-daughter's foot and from in between each of her dripping toes!

 THE END