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NOTE: This is the first part of a series that depicts consensual sex between people over the age of 18, but also contains depictions of incest, dominance and submission and (very) light bdsm. It also contains a *lot* of anal, facials, and lewd pornographic activities. If any of those things bother you, Please read another story.
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Shelly held my shoulders tightly, her breasts pushed against my chest as her hips straddled mine. “Keep going, Daddy, i’m going to cum.” My cock pulsed as I thrust upward into my youngest daughter’s cunt, concentrating on holding back my orgasm. The pleasurable feel of David’s member sawing back and forth into Shelly’s asshole through the membrane separating her holes made it difficult. Shelly kissed me. I tasted the slight tang of semen on her tongue. It was probably Charley’s. I could not be sure. The fact that this 18 year old cumslut had taken at least one load already made it even harder to hold on.
I looked to the side for distraction.
There I saw my wife, Penny. Her lustrous copper hair in trademarked coiffed victory curls, her makeup immaculate, and her cherry red painted lips delicately sliding over our son’s turgid cock. She looked up at him with big blue eyes from her kneeling position. From my angle, I could see up her frilly skirt. Thomas had already left a load in his mother’s pussy, but he was 23 and young men can go forever. She was preparing him for round two.
Beyond Penny and to the right our daughter Bridget lay on her side, her creamy white skin providing a stark contract with the dark maze of intricate tattoos covering much of her body. I could only see her back and the outrageous curve of her hip as it arced upward from her impossibly tiny waist. She was locked in an embrace with my paramour, Vanessa. A sort of side 69, both women voraciously lavishing the other’s sweet shaved cunt. Young Alexander, Shelly’s boyfriend, was kneeling near Vanessa, thrusting into her from behind. Grant, my wife’s current fling, was doing the same to Bridget . I could not tell for sure but knowing Vanessa, she was almost certainly taking Alex’s cock in her ass. I could see that Bridget was taking Grant’s in her backdoor too. As I watched them Alex pulled his long thin cock out of my Vanessa and jacked it lewdly at Bridget’s face. “TAKE IT SLUTS” he said as he sprayed long ropes of cum on my little girl’s upturned face and my paramour’s freshly fucked ass. The white of his spunk mixed easily with Bridget’s bleach blonde hair. My cock twitched knowing how much Bridget loved it when men came on her face. I was glad to see Alex reach for his phone to take a picture of his handiwork. It would look good in my collection.
But Shelly’s tight pulsing cunt snapped my attention back to the main. Her wavy brown curls now soaked with sweat as she endured my long fat cock stretching her pussy while David did the same to her tightest hole. She was my baby, my little angel, and I had learned when she was close to ecstacy. I grabbed her wide hips and thrust up inside of her, feeling the end of her. “Fuck her harder, David”, I said. He did. I felt her begin to convulse, then she tensed, shaking. Then I felt the wetness on my abdomen. She always squirted when she came like that.
David and I held my daughter tightly, our cocks both buried to the hilt. Shelly was short but not petite, her curves were ample, big tits, big ass, big hips. She was built to take a fucking. All of my girls were. And they all did. Once Shelly began to relax she started bucking against the two dicks inside of her, slowly at first and then with more urgency.
“You need to cum, Daddy,” Shelly said. “So does David.” I looked at him, he nodded. “Do you want to do it in my holes? You know I love that. Or… Daddy this feels so good… Ugh. Daddy you could also both cum all over me. Would you like that? I would. Please cum on my face, Daddy.”
I loved her for that. I’d taught her well.
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Perhaps some background would help explain how we got here.
My name is Zachary. I’m an attorney, I do mergers and acquisitions. In 20+ years of practice I’ve done well for myself. Very well, in fact. My significant book of business allowed me to hang out a shingle young, build up a pretty decent-sized firm at middle age, and hand it off to my proteges by the time I turned 48. At 50 now, I mostly work from home when I feel like it. The rest of the time I pursue my hobbies. I work out pretty regularly, I play my guitar, I write. I enjoy my family. It’s a good life.
I married Penny when she was 21 and I was 25. We were young. Perhaps too young. I was her first love, first fuck, first everything. A few years later we had Thomas. Then a few years after that we had Bridget and Shelly, irish twins. After that, I got a vasectomy. We figured we were done and would settle down.
But neither of us ever really settled down. I was a good looking, charming, smart, successful guy. I was presented with ample opportunities to play around behind Penny’s back. I mostly turned them down. Mostly. When I hit my mid thirties and the greys started coming in eskişehir escort on my temples and beard, and I started to grow into my Daddy vibe, the opportunities to fuck around became more plentiful. More… difficult to resist. A secretary here. A colleague there. I never strayed too far but at the same time realized that there was a certain type of woman who was drawn to me. The women that liked me were submissive, pliant, eager. They sought a father figure who was safe and caring but would tell them what to do and use them like a slut. I was that figure. And I enjoyed telling them, and using them.
Meanwhile Penny grew into her 30s and absolutely flowered. She was always beautiful but age made her striking. Her hips flared, her ample breasts swelled. She adopted a signature style: 40’s style knee-length house dresses with plunging necklines, her red hair in pin-up curls. She looked like a sluttier Joan Holloway. An absolute stunner. People threw themselves at her constantly. We were a couple in demand.
To keep things fresh and help my wandering eye we started bringing people home. First it was single women. We’d fuck them together. That was fun! Penny liked women too. But it was when we brought home our first couple that my kinks started to become clear. For the first time I watched by beloved Penny look to me hopefully for approval as she sucked another man’s cock that I realized what I really wanted: I wanted to have Penny be a slut for me in every way she could, including watching her fuck other men for my pleasure. I could barely wait for this first man to finish pumping his load inside of her wet twat before I was on her, kissing her, mauling her, and shoving my cock back inside to reclaim her for my own. She loved every second of it. She wanted me to own her as my little slut. Turns out that was what she’d always wanted.
From then on we progressed from occasional swinger trysts to full on lifestyle domming. She was my good girl slut and I was her Daddy. I’d give her assignments, the sluttier the better, and being the ever eager achiever she’d run out and do them. My favorite thing was to have her leave the house and not come back until she had sent me a picture of some other man’s cum on her face. It felt debauched, like my wife was my personal porn star and I was her director. Penny being Penny, loved the direction and the exhibitionistic opportunities. Soon taking facials from strange men became Penny’s favorite thing in the world. I called her my Sugarplum.
At some point during one of these assignments I met Vanessa. There was instant chemistry among all three of us, but especially between Vanessa and I specifically. Vanessa was latina, with chocolate brown hair that hung in tight bouncy ringlets down to her chin. Her sultry lips often curled into a sneer. Whereas Penny’s body was curvy and soft, Vanessa was long and lithe, with wide hips, athletic thighs, and a tight, round ass. She had c-cup sized implants to balance out her figure. She was dry, sarcastic, powerful, catlike. She was intimidating as hell and smelled like sex.
Vanessa liked me though, which I knew meant she wanted someone to dominate her. So I did. Often. Vanessa was just as subby, but brattier. She took more work. But the rewards were worth it. Her pussy was the tightest I’d ever felt, and I had never, ever met anyone who liked getting ass fucked as much as Vanessa did. When I eventually broke her enough for her to call me Daddy, I was overjoyed. I called her my Kitten.
Penny was there for some of it, but usually it was just me and V. Eventually we fell in love. Of course there was jealousy. Though a lot of work, Penny grew to accept that while she was my perfect little slut, I would always need more than just her, just like she needed her slutty trysts. That was just how things would be. Eventually after a few years Vanessa moved in. We had all the space we needed for her in our 6 bedroom, 7.5 bath house. The fact that Penny and Vanessa got along together made it easier for the family. It gave us an extra hand to raise the kids. We even worked out a weekly schedule where I would send one of them on an assignment while the other watched the kids. It was a good arrangement.
Being my favorite cumslut, Penny’s assignments usually involved facials. She looked so good with jizz on her face and she loved it so much. Being my favorite buttslut, Vanessa’s assignments usually involved anal. She loved having strange cocks in her asshole. Either way, after their task was complete (which was almost always) they’d come home with pictures and stories, and I’d take them up to their room and fuck them within an inch of their lives. Both of them loved their assignments of course, but they loved how I reclaimed them afterward even more. On the rare occasions when one of them failed to complete an assignment, they were punished. Sometimes they enjoyed the punishment, and other times they did not.
The kids never knew about these assignments. They just thought they were growing up in a stable but certainly unorthodox household where Daddy had two partners and they had a Mommy and gaziantep escort Mommy V.
That was the family. It worked. I raised my kids and had our fun sexy games and never the two shall meet.
That is, of course, until Bridget and Shelly figured out what the assignments were. And then, to my great surprise and delight, they started asking for their own.
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It was March of Shelly’s freshman year of college when it all began to happen. Shelly was a studious political science coed at the local state school. She was built like her mother, busty with soft curves with an innocent-seeming face framed by glasses. Replace Shelly’s brown hair with Penny’s red and they were spitting images of each other. Against my advice, Shelly wanted to be a lawyer like her old man and was determined to get it done as quickly as possible. She didn’t really date much, though I knew she was no virgin. I raised all of my children as openly and honestly about sex as it was possible to be. I didn’t hide my relationship with Vanessa with them, and answered questions plainly. In return when they started to become sexually active they told me about it, and I was able to get them proper birth control and sexual information. Honesty was the deal.
Shelly had told Vanessa when she lost her virginity to her classmate Alex towards the end of her first semester. Vanessa told me. I was fine with it, as Alex seemed like a nice kid. She’d have him over every couple of weeks or so, but that was it.
Bridget was a different story. A whipsmart goth kid in high school, she graduated early and started working as a shopgirl at a local tattoo parlor. She looked the part, a bleached blonde painted lady with tattoos virtually everywhere on her gorgeous body. Bridget wasn’t interested in college at the moment, she just wanted to write young adult novels, get cool tattoos, and fuck her way through anyone she could get her claws into. She was the kind of 19 year old where you didn’t need to ask whether they had sex, you just knew that she had, and had a LOT. Bridget would have people over to the house all the time. Usually it was men. Sometimes it was women. Almost never the same person twice. She was a slut. I loved that about her. Reminded me of me.
Unlike her sister Bridget didn’t inherit her mother’s ample chest or soft curves. She had set of perky apple-sized tits and was reasonably lean. Nevertheless Bridget still turned endless heads by having just the biggest thickest backside anyone had ever seen. If I didn’t know for a fact it had not been enhanced I would believe it was fake. Her ass was two massive globes of jiggle cascading wildly from her tiny little waist out beyond her ludicrous hips, to her thick thighs and strong calves. Bridget knew her ass drove people crazy, so she wore short shorts, tight jeans, or stretch pants whenever she could. On more than one occasion Bridget caught me idly leering at her massive butt. When she did she’s wink at me and wiggle it before warning me not to get too close to her “moneymaker.”
Thomas had moved out a few years ago. He got his own apartment across town and started working at a tech company doing software. Both girls lived at home. Once the kids got old enough to stop needing supervision it allowed me to get even more creative with my assignments to Penny and Vanessa. Whereas before I could only send one of them out at a time, now I could give both of them assignments and have them “compete”. The winner would get reclaimed first. The loser would usually have to watch, wait her turn, and do additional tasks in the interim. This added spice. Penny and Vanessa relished the competition.
One such night that spring I had given Vanessa and Penny assignments that I thought would challenge them a bit while giving them the space to have a fun sexy time. Both were to provide me with pictures of their progress along the way, as per custom. I was pleased with how I had devised the assignments. The assignments were tough, but fun, and very very dirty.
At about 8pm that evening I was on the couch sipping a bourbon in the living room while reading an article on my iPad. I was also trying to play it cool and hold back my excitement about how my lovers would perform their given tasks. Shelly was on her stomach on the floor in front of me, two different books spread out in front of her alongside a notepad. She was in for the weekend studying for a midterm. Her v-neck tee plunged low enough that with the angle I caught a glimpse of her bra. It was frilly, like the ones her mom wore. I thought of Penny and wondered whether her luscious tits would be wrapped around a cock or two tonight. I hoped so and regretted not making that part of the assignment. My mind also began idly wondering as to whether Alex had used Shelly’s tits when he fucked her. My crotch stirred slightly but I returned my focus to the article.
That’s when Bridget bounded in the room. She was wearing ludicrously short shorts and a tank top with no bra. A part of her thong was showing at the hip. It was unusual that she was home on a Saturday night giresun escort alone, but so it goes. She plopped down next to me and said “hey Daddy whatcha reading?” She leaned in, casually brushing her left breast up against my right arm.
“Oh, an article about South America. It’s actually interesting wanna take a look?” I reached my right arm around her waist to nudge her closer. One of my fingers accidentally caught the string of her thong hanging out the side of her shorts. She leaned in, her breast now pressing against my chest. It was not unusual for either of my girls to nuzzle up like this, but it still felt a little naughty given what had been on my mind beforehand. My right hand rested on the flare of her right hip, while my left held my drink. My iPad was on my lap.
Just as Bridget was reaching to the screen to scroll back on the article an iMessage notification came in from Penny. Bridget’s finger inadvertently tapped it. My heart stopped when the text popped on screen for both of us to see.
“Holy shit, DADDY IS THAT MOM???”
It was, indeed, her mom. With her red victory curls and perfect makeup Penny was unmistakable. She was also on her knees, her beautiful blue eyes looking directly at the camera, and was obviously not the one taking the picture. In each one of her hands was a huge hard cock, her perfectly manicured and lacquered red nails visibly grasping each shaft. The drooling tips of both cocks were pointing directly at my pretty Penny’s mouth. One was uncircumcised. Her red lip had started to curl around one while her tongue began darting out towards the other. She was being such a good girl, following my assignments to the tee. Whichever one of these lucky bastards who was taking the picture was pretty good with a camera while being serviced. The text that accompanied the photo said “These two cocks are so big I’m not sure I can fit them in my ass, Daddy. Of course I’ll try per your instructions.”
My right arm flung around Bridget’s body to try to swipe the picture away from the screen, but by the time I could do so she had seen everything there was to see. The commotion caused Shelly to prop her head up. I couldn’t help but notice this exposed even more of Shelly’s cleavage. My mind spun as to what to do next.
Bridget looked up at me with a devious, vaguely knowing, smile. “Daddy,” she purred, “why did mommy just send you a picture of her with two big… hard… cocks… in her mouth?”
The way Bridget drew out the last few words made clear that she was enjoying this. I glanced at Shelly, her mouth was agape. I gathered myself for a second, before deciding to treat my girls like the women they had become.
“She’s doing it because I told her to,” I said as nonchalantly as possible. With that I simply took another sip of my drink and resumed the appearance of reading my article. I hoped that would be the end of it.
It was not.
“Why did you ask her to do that, Daddy?” This time it was Shelly asking.
Before I could answer, Bridget interjected “The text said he asked her to put them in her ass too!” She was enjoying this too much to let it go. I rolled my eyes at her and put my drink down.
“Shelly, come sit next to me and I’ll explain this once to you both.” She got up off the floor and sat down next to me to my left, sitting closer than I’d expected. Bridget, seeing an opportunity to stir more trouble leaned in to my right. I put my hands on the iPad. “Girls, sometimes I give your mom assignments to do dirty things because her doing them excites both of us. She enjoys me telling her what to do and then doing it for me.”
Bridget was grinning. Shelly seemed confused. “Don’t you get, I don’t know, jealous when she does things with other people? Isn’t that humiliating?”
“No honey, I don’t. I don’t get jealous and I don’t do it because it’s humiliating to me or to your mother. I do it because it turns both of us on for her to do everything I say, and for me to judge her based on how well she’s followed my instructions.”
Another text from Penny buzzed on the iPad. Then another. The sound made all of us focus back on the screen on my lap. None of us said a word for what felt like minutes. I wasn’t really sure what to do or say, when to my surprise Shelly broke the silence with a stunning request.
“Will you show us what she sent, Daddy?”
“Please, Daddy. I want to see more,” added Bridget, cooing. Her tattooed right hand had traveled down to cup her own crotch. I became aware that her left breast was now pressed against my arm. She bit her lip plaintively.
I looked to my left at Shelly. Her creamy white breasts were heaving and her chest was flushed. She caught me looking and shifted her body to give me a better sightline of her cleavage. She wanted me to look. I was stunned. That’s when something dawned on me. It was something that I felt down deep but had always consciously denied for reasons of propriety. That both of these girls, my girls, wanted me to be not just their father, but their Daddy too. It seemed so obvious now in retrospect. The flirting from Bridget, the desire to please from Shelly. They were subs too, looking for their Daddy to dom them. And here they were both offering the opportunity to do just that. My heart skipped and my head swam for a second before I regained my composure. I looked at both of them, in turn, with a confirming look. They both nodded when our eyes met.
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