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The Family Cuckold

by Cuck Robin




"Now, Daddy, I think you should take us out to dinner and some dancing. I want to celebrate tonight, if that's ok with you, Mom? I want to celebrate becoming a dominatrix and I want to flirt and dance in front of my sissy daddy!"


"It's a wonderful idea, darling, of course we can!" Mary was still fingering herself, still had Tammy's hand over hers, letting her feel her. "Tammy, will you come with us, please? I think we're going to have a lot of fun tonight!" She leaned forward and kissed Tammy. Gina and I watched as Tammy's lips parted and Mary's toungue pushed into it. It was so sensual.


Gina's eye's moved from them to me. She smiled, with love. As I watched, she let her legs fall open and dropped her hand into her lap. Still smiling, eyes glinting, she slowly pushed two fingers deep into her pussy. My own daughter was slowly fucking herself while I watched, was openly doing it in front of me.


"I love you, Daddy, I really do. Tonight, I'm going to watch you suck a cock. I want to see you do it!"


After I served the girls one more glass of wine and waited on them as they relaxed, we all got up, changed, and prepared to go out to a club which Tammy had recommended.


Gina wore a thin, spaghetti-strapped yellow top, no bra, and a black skirt which was tight around her ass, but which then flared out before ending a few inches above her knees. Tammy had not brought a change of clothes with her, but with help from Mary and Gina's wardrobe was soon dressed in a small black cocktail dress, while Mary was in a mini-skirt and pink cashmere sweater. Her bare nipples were erect under the thin, soft wool.


While Gina and I watched, Tammy caressed Mary's breasts and nipples lightly with her finger tips, making them protrude even more. "They're beautiful, Mary," Tammy whispered, "just so beautiful!"


"And now it's your turn, Daddy-slut," Gina announced, "What do you think, Tammy, what shall we make him wear? What can we get away with where we're going?"


"Well, gee, I've never like done this before, so I'm not sure. Let's not be too obvious, you know, we don't want to be kicked out or anything. You can always make him, like, show someone what he has on underneath, like you did at the restaurant. That was a kick!"


"Yeah, it was!" Gina giggled. "Ok, Daddy. I want you to wear stockings, panties, and the thinnest, silkiest slacks and shirt you own. No Socks!"


"Yes, Mistress Gina, I think I have some you will approve of."


"God, though, I wish we had a cami, or something, we could make you wear under your shirt. Something which wouldn't be obvious, but that could easily be seen if we wanted it to be!"


"Well," Mary had been listening, and joined the conversation. "I might be able to help with that; I do have a couple of old cami's which might work."


She walked over to the dresser in our bedroom and started rummaging around in her lingerie drawers. After a few seconds she pulled out a white nylon cami which had lace trim around the bodice. "I haven't worn this for years," she said, "and I never thought of making our sissy wear it, but it might work. The cups might be a little large, of course," she smiled, "but under a shirt it shouldn't be too bad. Let's try it on and see how it looks."


I took it from Mary and held it up. Apart from the cups, it looked impossibly small, even for my fairly slim build. "Err, I, err, I don't think this will fit, Mistress."


"Shut up and put it on, cock-sucker, how will we know until we see it!" Mary glared at me, and both Tammy and Gina smiled at her power.


I slipped it over my head and slowly pulled it down over my shoulders. It was tight, but it didn't split or tear as I got it down over my chest and stomach. It was high on my chest, the cups were kind of baggy, of course, but I was more worried about the lace trim. How would I be able to keep it hidden?


"Oh, yeah, fuck, that's great, Mom. It's tight, but I don't care. Let's make him wear it, please! What do you think, Tammy?"


Tammy looked me up and down; Dark thigh-high stockings, pink lacy boy-shorts, stretched in front from my balls and semi-hard cock, white, lace-trimmed cami. She giggled and looked at both Gina and Mary. "I hope you don't mind me saying this," she said, "but what a fucking sissy slut he is, look at him. I can't believe I'm part of this, seeing this, but I am so glad you invited me, trusted me. It's just freakin awesome! Thank-you, both of you!"


Mary and Gina both laughed at Tammy's words. "You're welcome, my dear," Mary smiled, "and, seeing as we deliberately invited you to join us, and seeing as you are a female, feel free to say whatever you want. He thrives on being humiliated, and the more the merrier as far as I'm concerned, right, Gina?"


Gina smiled back, "Oh yeah, for sure. We let you - actually we wanted you - to see him. We wanted to embarrass our slut in front of you, so of course you can join in and degrade him with us!"


I put my shirt and slacks on, covering up all the lingerie the three of them had insisted I wear. Looking in the mirror, it was obvious that anything more than a casual glance would be enough to notice the outlines of the cami under my shirt. It was going to be a difficult evening!


We walked out to the car and I opened the doors for my three mistresses. Mary and Tammy got into the back and held hands. Gina, as before, sat in the front next to me. As I pulled out onto the street, I looked in the rearview mirror and saw Mary and Tammy in a soft but definitely passionate kiss.


Gina leaned over, slightly, and put her hand in my lap, gently squeezing my balls.


"Daddy, I want to ask you some questions, and I want you to answer me honestly, ok, not like a slave, but honestly?"


"Ok," I glanced at her, "I can do that, darling."


"Good. I want to talk about hurting you. It made me so fucking hot to do you with the nettles, to know I was doing that to you, my father, and that you wanted it. But, I'm worried, was it too much? Tell me honestly?"


I looked in the mirror again. Tammy and Mary were snuggling together, but listening quietly.


"No, darling, it wasn't too much. I told you before, once my switch has been flipped, pretty much nothing is too much. You, umm, saw that I was hard after you did it. It was not just the pain, which I have to say was pretty intense, but also the fact that you, my daughter, was the one doing it, and that your Mom and Tammy were watching. So, no, it was not too much. Thank you for doing it."


Gina squeezed my balls a little harder. It wasn't painful, but it was definitely a squeeze, not a caress.


"Good. I was hoping you felt the same way. I'm beginning to understand what Mom said at the beginning, about it being important that love is included. I love you Daddy, and the fact that you're my Dad, and that we love each other, that's what makes this so incredibly hot. Don't get me wrong, Daddy, even though I've only hurt you twice, I already know that I have some, you know, sadism in me. It really gets me off to do it. But the fact that it's you, that just flips MY switch!" she giggled at the use of the phrase I'd used to describe my own feelings.


"I want to do more of it Daddy. I know you will let me because you're now my slave as well as Mom's. But, will you enjoy it Daddy, if I do it more, hurt you more, degrade you more, try some things?"


Again, I took my eyes off the road for a second and looked at my daughter. She was looking directly into my eyes, and I could see she was serious. Her eyes were wide, pupils slightly dilated, lips slightly parted.


"Gina. I'd love that. It's really important to me, to your Mom, that what we do excites us. And I think you are discovering that same excitement, that same pleasure that we get from doing things which a lot of others would consider disgusting or extreme, you know? I know you've been scanning the web, reading about this stuff. I would love to be the person you experiment with. Let's do this. Seeing as I know you are a little scared of going too far, we'll use a safe word, which you have probably read about. It means that I can scream or shout or swear or say 'no more' or whatever, but you can ignore that completely unless you hear me say 'Red Light'. If you hear me say that, it means stop, it's too much. Unless I say that, you can do anything you want. Ok?"


"Perfect, Daddy." This time, she squeezed my balls harder, making me wince. I knew she needed some reassurance, so I lifted my ass slightly off my seat, inviting her to do it more. She did, and then released me and turned to look back at Tammy and Mary. "Mom, is it ok with you? I, you know, I don't want to do something to make you mad!"


Mary, who had been listening, smiled at Gina. "Baby, I love you. I've said it before, but I really mean it. I am so proud, and so happy that you are enjoying this, and I'm even more proud that you have the maturity to understand the importance of love in what we are doing. And, because you understand that, I want you to know this clearly; you can do or try anything you want. You don't need to ask me, you don't need my permission, or anything. We love your Dad, and I know you respect him as your father, but inside this part of our relationship, he is our slut, he is here for our pleasure, and it really doesn't matter what our pleasure is. Watching you today was incredible, you saw how hot it made me, and I can't wait to watch you do more. But I want you to understand; even if I am not around, you can do anything, and make him do anything you want. I just want you both to promise to tell me about the things you do later, so that I can enjoy them too. Ok?"


"Fuck yes, Mom, I'll tell you. Thank you!"


I glanced back towards Mary and Tammy. Mary was leaning back, skirt hiked up and legs spread wide, while Tammy was stroking her through her panties.


Gina, seeing me look, also turned back around to face them. "Oh my god, Mom, I didn't know you liked girls that much!"


"Well, my love, you'll be learning more and more about me in the future, but yes, I like girls. And, when it's someone as sexy as Tammy or you, then I really like girls!" Gina turned back to face the front, flushed in the face. I wasn't sure if she was embarrassed at Mary's reference to her, and the implications, or if she was just turned on.


"So, darling, tell us some of the things you've read about or thought of, that you want to try? I can't wait to hear what you'd like to play around with" Mary asked.


"Well, I know I'm enjoying him in panties and stuff, and I know I've enjoyed humiliating him about it with other people. I love that I can just, like, tell him to do something and he will, that's incredibly hot," she replied, "especially when it's something really different, like licking my feet or my ass - I loved that, and I'm gonna do a lot more of that."


She paused and reached for my lap again, stroking and squeezing.


"When I read some stuff about sadism, it sounded really cool, and I thought I'd enjoy it. But when I used the nettles on him earlier, it really got me off. I really wanna try some more things. I dunno if you'll enjoy them as much as me, Daddy," she giggled, "but I am going to do more with pain. Like now, squeezing your balls, hurting them, but when you're not driving I want to do it a lot harder. I also read about men, and women, who get into kicking them, and things, they called it ballbusting. I'm hot just thinking about it. I hope you can take it, Daddy."


I looked at her and tried to smile. The truth was, I did want those things, but at the same time, was scared of them. "I don't know if I can, Mistress Gina, but I promise you that I want you to try. I want to see you enjoying doing it, so I hope I will be able to take it from you."


She smiled back; one of those kind of cruel, superior smiles that only a teenage girl can have.


"But I also want to do more, like, degrading stuff Daddy. I really get off on being able to force you to do things. Like tonight. I dunno if we can find someone, I hope we can, but I really want to make you suck a cock and swallow cum while I watch you. I just can't believe I can tell you to do something like that, and that you will obey me, it's so hot. And, you know what, the reason I made you, you know, play with your ass today, is because I read about, umm, strap-on things. I, umm, I want to do your ass, Daddy. I want to make you a real slut."


Mary laughed in the back seat. "Baby, you can do that anytime you want. I have one of those strap-on dildo's at home, I use it on him myself, sometimes, and I'd love to watch you doing it!"


Tammy, who had been very quiet, just sitting and caressing and occasionally kissing Mary, suddenly burst out laughing. "Oh my God! Do you really? You fuck his ass? Oh Jeez!"


Gina also turned around in surprise. "Really, Mom? You have one? Can I use it? Please?"


"Of course you can, darling, any time you want!"


"Did you hear that, panty-daddy? I'm going to do you in the ass. You are going to be a real slut, my slut!"


"Yes, Miss Gina. Thank-you. To be honest, I'd never dared to dream about you doing any of this kind of stuff, and I was terrified when your Mom told me she was going to tell you all about it. I really was. But, know that you know, and now that I know you like it, I can't believe how lucky I am!"


By now, we were getting close to the bar Tammy wanted us to go to, so she started giving directions. A few minutes later, we pulled into the parking lot and I held the doors while the girls got out of the car.


As we entered the club, we were met by very low lighting, lots of tables and cubicles, music, and a small dance floor. There must have been about fifty or more people in there. A lot of couples, but also what appeared to be several singles, mostly men, and some women. We found a cubicle and sat down. Mary immediately sat next to Tammy, leaving me and Gina next to each other, with me on the inside.


A waitress appeared pretty quickly, and we ordered wine for the girls and a bourbon for me, I was pretty sure I was going to need it. The waitress was friendly, but after looking at me as she took our order, looked slightly puzzled. Fortunately, that and the dim lighting distracted her from Gina and she never thought to ask about age or ID.


As we were waiting for the drinks to come, Tammy looked at me and giggled. "You really are weird, Robin. I like it, you know, but I can't believe some of the things I've seen and heard today. I know they are true, because I've been part of it, you know, but like if I read it I wouldn't believe it." She was smiling happily, and I could tell from Mary's movements that she was caressing Tammy under the table. They looked at each other and gave each other a kiss.


"I'm glad we met you, Tammy, and even more glad that Gina decided to let you in on our secrets. I hope you'll visit us, and spend time with us, a lot. If you want to, of course?"


"Oh, I do, Mary, and I will!"


The drinks came, and we all sat and took a few (large) sips, each in our own way thinking of things to come. The music changed and a slightly slower song started.


"Daddy, come and dance with me."


"I'd like that, Miss Gina."


I got up from the table, and held her hand as we walked out onto the floor. It was only then that I realized the lighting here was brighter, and that there was a UV light somewhere. I was panicked that it would make my lingerie obvious. I took my daughter in my arms, and tried to guide her to a slightly darker corner.


At first she went along with me, her head on my shoulder, facing into my neck and ear. I felt her breath and then her lips as she kissed my neck.


"I love you, Daddy. You are a slut, you're my cock sucking slut, I want to do things, bad things, to you, but I love you."


I turned my face and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips.


"I know you do, Baby, and that's why I want you to do them, and why I want you to enjoy them."


She ran her hands up my back, and then down over my ass. "I can feel what you're wearing, slave, and I like it, and I'm going to make sure at least one new person finds out tonight."


Before I could react, she spun away from me, just holding on with one hand. Her skirt rose up, and you could almost see the bottom of her ass before it settled back down. I looked around, there were two other couples on the floor, and then I saw Tammy and Mary a little further away, dancing in each others arms. I knew that Mary liked other women on occasion, but I had never seen her so quickly seduced, and so blatant about what they were doing. She had her arms over Tammy's shoulders, and Tammy was using both hands to stroke her ass.


Gina danced back into my arms, and noticed me looking at Mary and Tammy. "It's hot, isn't it Daddy, to see her like that. Did she really mean what I think she meant? That she wants to do stuff with me?"


"I think so, Miss Gina, but like anything else, she will only do things if she is sure you want it also. You know how important that is to her."


"Yes, I know, Daddy. Maybe I'll let her. Does it make you hot, to think of us together?"


"Of course it does," I whispered, "the two women I love and care for most, how could I not want to see you both together!"


"There's something else I wanted to ask you, Daddy-slut. But it's kinda embarrassing for me, and I'm not like you, I don't want to be embarrassed, so I waited"


"Well, we're alone now, Mistress, you can ask me, and I promise you I won't embarrass you."


"Ok, well, I wanted to ask you, you, umm, you like to be forced to be dirty, don't you slut, I mean, made to do dirty things? Tell me?"


"Umm, what do you mean?"


"Come on Daddy, I think you know. You've licked my feet like three or four times now, and today they were really gross. And then licking my asshole, this afternoon, you slut, you didn't just lick it, I felt you, I felt you pushing your tongue into it, as deep as you could get it. And, you were hard from it, even though I'd just hurt you with the nettles, doing that made you hard, didn't it, slut?"


I leaned back and looked into her eyes, there seemed to be a little excitement there, at least no judgment or criticism. "Ok, yes, Mistress Gina, you're right, I do like those kinds of things. Why?"


"Well, because I read about some things, Daddy, and they were interesting. Plus, all the things I'm learning about from you and Mom, the pain, the panties, the humiliation of you; I love them, but what I really love is that I can tell you to do something really degrading and dirty, and you'll do it, and you'll be hard because I made you do it. That really makes me hot. And, well, the stuff I read about, I think I want to try, but I don't think I could do it with others around because it would embarrass me as well."


"Ok, well, I don't know for sure what you were thinking of Mistress, but if there's something you really want to try, but just can't bring yourself to do with others around, then I'll let you try them if we're alone. But, there's something you must understand. I don't want to do that very often. Your Mom and I are very much into trusting each other. She already told you that you can do anything you want, with or without her there, but she'd like to know about them. Not because she wants to give you permission, or to judge you, but because it turns her on to know you are abusing me. It's just like you touching yourself, Baby, a few days ago you were shocked when Mom even mentioned it, but today you were perfectly willing to let me see you naked, to lick your ass, and to touch yourself in front of me. So, even though you might find something embarrassing now, I hope you will find a way to get over it, so that we can all enjoy it together, Ok?"


Gina thought for a few seconds, smiled at me, and then kissed me on the lips. "You're right, Daddy. I'd like to try some things with you alone, first, and maybe I won't enjoy them. But if I do, I promise I'll try and at least talk to Mom about them, ok?"


"Good, Baby, but, umm, you haven't told me what you were thinking of?"


Just then the song ended. She smiled up at me, kissed me again, and said "You'll find out, Slut. If I decide to try them, it will be very degrading for you, though. You'll have to be patient. You're a slave, my slave; I'll tell you when I'm ready!" She grabbed my hand and walked me off the stage back to the booth, where Tammy and Mary were already sitting, giggling and sipping their wine.


"Well, darling, how was your first dance with a slut, our slut?" Mary smiled.


"It was great, thanks, Mom, he behaved himself just like a slave should, and I decided that seeing as we only just got here, I would not embarrass him yet!"


The waitress came, and we ordered another round of drinks.


As she left, a single guy from the bar came over to our booth. "Hi, I hope you don't mind me interrupting, but I see three lovely ladies here and only one man. I was hoping one of you might like to dance with me? My name is Bob."


Mary looked up at him and grinned. "Sure, Bob, I'll dance with you once. This is Tammy, Gina, and my husband Robin."


Bob looked a little surprised that Mary was both willing to dance with him, and that she was here with her husband. "Oh, I'm sorry." he started to say.


"Oh, it's fine," Mary interrupted, "just because he is here, doesn't mean I can't dance with anyone else. Isn't that right, Robin?" She looked at me, grinning.


"Err, Yes, that's right, darling, you can dance with anyone you want, whenever you want."


Bob looked me strangely, but before he could say anything, Mary was up and leading him onto the floor.


Gina watched them for a few seconds, and then looked at me.


"So, this is how it works, Daddy? Mom just starts dancing and flirting with guys, while you sit here, and then if she wants to, they go home and do it, and you serve them?"


"Yeah," Tammy chimed in, "Tell us how this works, I wanna know, I can't imagine being married and my husband being ok with me doing stuff with others."


"Well," I said, "I guess that's because what I like is not what most guys like. I want Mary to be happy, to have a great sex life, and I'm not jealous of the physical stuff. I'd be jealous if she fell in love with another guy, but we are both convinced that will never happen, we're very secure as far as that's concerned. So, as long as that part is safe, this works great for both of us. She gets to have sex with anyone she chooses, without having to worry about my feelings or anything. And, for me, I get the pleasure which you both know about, even if you don't fully understand it yet. I get the pleasure of being submissive, of serving her, and of being sexually humiliated while she does it."


"And, what about the sucking and the, umm, you know, the cleaning them afterwards, Robin. Do you like doing that, do you like the taste of cum, and sucking cocks?" Tammy asked.


"Well, I'm definitely not gay," I replied. "I know you may think I am because of the lingerie I wear, and because I do those things when Mary wants me to. But I do them more because it is what I'm ordered to do, and because doing it when ordered is very exciting for me. I get a real thrill from being made, ordered, to do things which others would not, and even sometimes, things which I don't want to do. The first time Mary made me taste cum, even my own, I didn't enjoy it at all. Same with sucking a cock. But now I don't mind. And, so long as it is embarrassing, or humiliating, or painful, I really get off on it."


"Or dirty and degrading, right, Slut?" Gina smiled.


"Yes, Mistress Gina, yes, if it's dirty and degrading then I really enjoy it, will beg for it."


We looked out on the dance floor. Bob had Mary in his arms, and was caressing her ass and, once in a while, one of her breasts. She was kissing his ear and his mouth, leaning into him, thrusting against what I'm sure was a very hard cock. I'd danced with Mary myself, and knew what she could be like.


Gina reached over and felt my cock. I was hard and she stroked it a couple of times.


"God, you're cock is hard, panty-slave, you must really like to watch them dancing like that, and to think of what may happen later."


Tammy looked back at us both and giggled. "Fuck," she said, "it is so hot to think you're his daughter, and yet you are out here in public, he is wearing panties, and you are stroking his cock through them!"


"I know. It's fucking awesome isn't it? My Dad is my panty wearing cock sucking slave, and I can make him do anything."


I blushed at their conversation, and at the thought someone would overhear them.


"Undo a button on your shirt, Slave. I can't see your cami. I want to be able to see that lacy thing!"


I looked at Gina, but knew it was no good. She had already told me she intended for someone to see. As nonchalantly as possible, I reached up with one hand and undid one button on my shirt. I didn't dare look down to see how much of the cami was now visible.


Tammy smiled at Gina. "He is a slut!"


Before I could say anything, Bob and Mary appeared back at the table. Before Bob could sit down, Mary looked at him and said "Thanks for the dance, Bob, but I want to spend some time with them, now, I hope you don't mind?"


Bob looked a little disappointed but was polite enough to say "No Problem, Thanks." and then returned to the bar.


Mary sat back down next to Tammy and then looked at me and Gina. "He was a good dancer, but his cock was a little small, and I'm not sure whether or not I want a guy tonight," she whispered while putting her arm around Tammy's shoulders, "and, if I was going to fuck a guy tonight, it wouldn't be one with a tiny cock, I have one of those at home already, don't I slut?"


Tammy and Gina burst out laughing, while I blushed bright red. I knew my cock was not much below average, and was not really ashamed of it, but it still made me squirm to hear her describe me like that.


We sat and drank and joked and talked for a while, all three girls taking opportunities to make fun of me in one way or another. After a while with no more solicitations from guys in the club, Mary reached over to Gina "would you dance with me, darling?"


Gina looked surprised, and then smiled, "Sure Mom, if you want to!"


They stood up and, as they walked away from the table, Mary looked back and said to Tammy "Do anything you want, Tammy, anything!"


Tammy smiled back and then looked at me. "I'd like you to go and get us some more drinks, Robin, I'm thirsty, and I'm pretty sure they will be too, when they get back."


At first, it seemed like a simple request, but then I remembered the button. I started to button it back up, but Tammy stopped me. "I didn't say you could do that," she smiled, "in fact, because you assumed you could, you need to learn a lesson. Undo another one, and then go to the bar!"


I looked at her with wide eyes and open mouth. She grinned back "Do it."


I blushed and undid another button. Now with just a glance I could see the lace trim of the cami, and knew that it would be pretty obvious to anyone who looked. I turned to the bar and looked for an open area with hardly any customers and walked towards it. I had an idea. I would lean on the bar and hunch my shoulders. If I did it right, it would cause the two sides of my shirt to come together and hide what I was wearing.


I got to the bar, and before the girl behind it was able to walk up to me, I leaned forward and hunched. It worked; the shirt appeared to be more closed.


"Hi, what can I get for you?" she smiled.


"Umm three glasses of cabernet, please, and a bourbon-coke."


She turned around and started to prepare the drinks. Within a minute, she was back in front of me with the glasses. "That'll be nineteen bucks, please."


Without thinking I reached back into the back pocket of my pants for my wallet and fiddled with the button on the pocket. As I was pulling the wallet out, I realized what I had done and looked up at the bartender. Her eyes were fixed on my chest. I looked down and my shirt had pulled tight. The lace trim of the cami was clearly visible, and she was staring at it.


Not knowing what else to do, I gave her a five and a twenty, and started to pick up the glasses.


She looked down at the bills, back at my chest, and laughed. "Thanks, sir, let me know if you want anything else."


I mumbled thanks and stumbled back to the table, all the glasses balanced in my hands. I didn't want to have to make two trips.


Tammy was sitting watching the whole performance, giggling with her hand over her mouth.


"Fuck, that was funny, "she said, "I could see from her face that she noticed. Now I know what Gina meant about it being a thrill to be able to tell you do something like that, and having you do it! It's amazing!"


I blushed again, and took a sip from my drink. I looked out at the dance floor. Mary and Gina were in each others arms, swaying to the music. Mary's hands were on Gina's ass, and she was nibbling her ear and whispering to her. The song came to an end and Gina looked up into her mothers face. Mary tilted her face down and kissed Gina on the lips, softly. It lasted for a couple of seconds and then they parted and walked back towards us. My cock was throbbing and I could feel wetness in my panties.


After sitting back down, they noticed the new glasses and took a couple of drinks.


"I sent him to the bar, with his shirt undone, and she saw him." Tammy smiled.


We all looked over to the bar. The girl was still back there, but was now over by another guy, talking to him. She laughed and, with her eyes, directed his attention to us. He turned and looked, and saw all four of us sitting together, looking back at him. He smiled, picked up his beer, and walked in our direction. Even before he arrived, we could see he was tall, muscular. He was wearing a cotton shirt tucked into his jeans which were clearly pretty tight.


"Shelley tells me there are three lovely ladies over here," he smiled, and then looking at me, added "or is it four?"


Gina, Mary and Tammy burst into laughter. Mary looked him up and down, her eyes hesitating at his crotch, and said, "Well, do you mind which the answer is?"


"Hell no," he laughed, "so long as there's at least one, I don't mind how many more of you there are!"


"Why don't you join us for a drink?"


"Thanks, I will." He sat down next to Mary, making her slide over closer to Tammy. "My name's Jason." he smiled.


"I'm Mary, and this is Tammy, Robin and Gina."


"Nice to meet you, Mary, and Tammy and Robin and Gina," he smiled, "what's the occasion, what are you all celebrating?"


"Well, it's a long story," Mary said, "let's just say we're celebrating Gina's graduation. Graduation from a private school. A very exclusive school."


I was sitting quietly, trying not to attract any more attention as the girls laughed, enjoying Mary's joke.


"And what's the story with Robin?" Jason looked at me, and then back at Mary.


"Well, let's just say he is in touch with his feminine side, and we are encouraging that."


"Ok, well, that's cool with me. I like feminine!"


The girls looked at him and, deciding he was serious, looked at each other and smiled.


"Feel like a dance, Jason?" Mary asked.


"Of course." He took her hand and led her away.


Tammy and Gina watched them, and then looked at each other. Gina was the first to speak. "Oh my god, did you see his body, he's hot!"


"Oh yeah, he is. I think your Mom likes him!"


We all looked over to the dance floor. Jason and Mary were barely dancing, already locked in a passionate kiss. It was obvious that their tongues were in each others mouths.


Gina put her hand in my lap and dug her fingernails into my cock. Even though it was protected by my slacks and panties, I could feel the sharpness. "Well, Daddy slut, I hope you're ready, because I think you are going to be sucking his cock tonight, and we're going to watch you do it."


Tammy giggled. "Fuck, I hope so, I want to see it."


Gina kept squeezing my cock. "Yeah, me too, Tammy, I can't wait. I want to see his cock in your mouth, slut. I want to see you sucking it. You'll do it, won't you?"


"Yes, Miss Gina, I will, but only if both he and Mary want me to."


"Oh, I don't think we have to worry about that," Tammy giggled. "Mary was talking to me while we were dancing. She knows how much Gina wants to see it, and told me she hoped she could find someone. Judging by how they are dancing, I think she has!"


Mary was in Jason's arms. One hand was on his shoulder, the other between them, moving up and down from his chest to his crotch. They were still kissing, passionately. He had one hand on her ass, squeezing it, pulling him into his body.


Gina started to stroke my cock. "Like what you see, slut? Your wife is there, with a complete stranger. They're kissing, and groping each other right in front of you, while you sit here, dressed like a sissy, and letting me play with your cock. Say it, slave, say it for me!"


"What, Miss Gina?"


"I want to hear you tell me what is going to happen tonight."


"Mary is going to get him to fuck her. I'm going to serve them. And, if he wants me to, I'm going to be made to suck him, in front of you."


"Yes-sss," she squealed with obvious delight.


Tammy, and even I, laughed at her enthusiasm. We sat for another minute, watching the dancing and sipping our drinks.


Finally, the music paused and Mary and Jason walked back to the table. I could see that they were talking and laughing as they approached us. Mary's cheeks were flushed and her nipples were blatantly hard under the pink cashmere. I looked at Jason and saw that his jeans were bulging at his crotch.


"Your wife is an incredible dancer," he smiled as they sat down, "I wanted to stay out there all night with her."


"But, then I promised him we could do some more dancing, different dancing, back at our place. He thought that sounded like fun." Mary looked at me and said "You won't mind us four sluts entertaining him, will you, sissy?"


Jason laughed and I felt my face turning red. "No, of course not, Mistress. It will be our pleasure."


"Good, then drink up and let's get going," she laughed, "I'll drive with Jason, to give him directions, and you can bring our car. Gina, would you mind staying with him, someone needs to make sure he behaves himself? And Tammy, would you like to come with us, or with Gina?"


Gina squeezed my balls, hard "Yeah, that's fine, Mom, I will make sure he behaves."


Tammy looked at Mary and then Gina. "Umm, if it's ok with you, Mary, I'll go with Robin and Gina?"


We finished our drinks in two swallows and all got up to leave. As we did, I noticed Shelley, behind the bar. I smiled at her, and she laughed.


Once we were all in the cars and back on the road, with Mary and Jason leading the way, Tammy leaned forwards between the two front seats. She brushed Gina's hair back from the side of her face and kissed her neck. "Seems like you're gonna get your wish, Gina." Her hand moved down and cupped Gina's breast. "Are you excited? I am. I've never experienced anything like this, I can't believe what's happening!"


"I know, me too." Gina turned her face and kissed Tammy on the lips. "I'm so glad you're here. Thank you for coming. I know you, you know, like Mom, and want to do stuff with her, and that's cool, I just like that you are here to, like, support me!"


"Oh, I am, but I don't think you need any support, I think you have everything fully under control"


"I dunno. Do I Daddy? Do I have everything under control?"


I took my eyes off the road for a second and looked at them both. "Miss Gina, you have all the control you want, you know that. You can decide what happens, or doesn't, and what you do or don't do."


"I know, slut, I just wanted to hear you say it," she laughed. "But, just to prove it, undo your shirt buttons, All of them. Let me see you."


I took one hand off the wheel and slowly undid the remaining three buttons that were above my belt line.


Tammy moved her hand from Gina's chest to mine. "Fuck, it's so weird to see and feel a man's chest in something soft and lacy. I like it though, it's kinda hot. Shame you don't have tit's though, Robin, even small ones, just to fill out the cups a little." She laughed.


"Yeah, Mom and I talked about that," Gina giggled, "We're going to get him some fake ones, you know, the ones you can stick to your chest. And, you'll wear them, won't you, panty slut, you'll be both my Daddy and a girl, all pretty in panties and stuff, and with real tits!"


"Yes, Mistress Gina. If you want me to, I will."


"How does it feel, Robin? I mean, like, it's already pretty fucking weird that you let me, and Gina, see you in panties and stuff, and act like a slave and all, but we're women. How does it feel to know that your wife is up in that car in front of us, with a guy, a real guy, and pretty soon, he is also going to see you without your pants and shirt, and is going to fuck her?"


"It's umm, hard to explain." I tried to concentrate on driving as well as giving the best explanation I could. "It's a lot of things all at once. It's very scary, you know, because you're right, it's different knowing a guy is going to see the way I'm dressed. But, it's also exciting too, very exciting, because I know Mary and, of course, Gina and you want it to happen, and I want to please them. I will do anything for them, anything they want me to."


"You are such a good slut, Daddy," Gina laughed, "but I hope you don't regret that. Anything is a big word. I remember you telling me that a few times when I was younger!"


She reached across and gripped my nipple through the cami. I felt her fingernails digging into it, and her hand turning to twist and pull it. "Like I said, slave, I love you, but I really want to find out more about what it's like to hurt you, a lot! It's good that you like this, you cock sucker, but it's more important that I like it, and," she dug her nails in even harder, making me wince, "I want to find out how it feels to make you feel and do things you don't like so much, and then have you thank me and beg for it. Then I'll know for sure what it's like to have a slave!"


"Put your fingers on my cunt, Slave!"


My hands twitched slightly on the wheel. Did she really want me to finger her?


"It's ok, do it." She lifted her ass slightly and pulled her skirt up. "Put your hand on my cunt, and feel it."


I did as she said, trying to concentrate on keeping the car in a straight line. She was soaking wet. Soft and slippery, hot, and totally soaked.


"Feel how wet I am? You know why I'm so wet? It's not just because this stuff we've done today is incredibly hot, which it is, but it's because I'm really beginning to realize how much I like the thought of it, how much I want to control and dominate and humiliate and degrade and hurt you. That's what's really making me wet, Daddy."


I felt her ass moving, sliding herself around on my fingertips.


"Ok, that's enough. Now take your hand away and let Tammy lick your fingers. You're a slave, a fucking sissy slave, you don't get to taste my cunt, but Tammy can!"


I did as she said, and lifted my hand up into the air. Tammy immediately grabbed it and I felt her lips and tongue slide down over my fingers, licking and sucking Gina's wetness from them. I could not believe how Gina had changed in just the last couple of days. Mary was right, we had unleashed a monster, and it was making me tremble.


Tammy finished with my fingers and turned to Gina, laughing. "You are such a bitch," she said, "but such a hot bitch. I'm so glad I met you." Gina smiled and leaned forward. They kissed again. I couldn't see, but from the breathing and the sounds of wetness, it was obvious it was passionate and that they were using their tongues to explore each others mouths.


We were now close to our home.


The girls stopped kissing just as we were pulling into the driveway. Jason had parked his car on the street, and as I got out of my car, I saw he and Mary walking up towards us, holding hands. I went and unlocked the front door and held it open for everyone to come in. Tammy and Gina, their arms around each others waist, and Mary and Jason, who released each others hands as soon as they were inside the house and turned to kiss each other.


"Go and get us all some drinks, slut," Mary ordered while Jason was working on her neck, "we're thirsty."


I blushed, but turned and went to the kitchen. I opened a new bottle of wine and put it in a small ice bucket on a tray with three glasses. I poured a cold Heineken into a glass for Jason and put that onto the tray also.


Carrying everything into the living room and putting it onto the coffee table, I was thinking to myself "what the hell has happened in the last few days?" I was used to serving Mary and her lovers, of course, but it was still humiliating for me. And having Gina and Tammy there magnified the emotions about ten times.


Tammy and Gina were on the couch together. Gina was leaning her back into Tammy's body, and Tammy had her arm around Gina's shoulder. Her hand was caressing Gina's shoulder and chest, just above her breast.


Jason was sitting in the large armchair, with Mary on his lap. Her skirt had ridden up and he was stroking the insides of her legs, which were spread, we could all see that she didn't have any panties on, and that Jason's fingers were within an inch of her swollen lips.


I leaned down to pick up the wine bottle when Mary stopped me. "What do you think you're doing?"


"I was, umm, going to pour your wine," I answered, wondering what I had done wrong.


"I think you are forgetting your place, slut. You are inside our home now, not back at the club. Why are you still wearing those mens clothes? Take them off. Now. Serve us the way you are meant to!"


Jason was quiet, but had a big smile on his face. Behind me I heard Tammy and Gina giggle.


"I'm sorry Mistress. You are right, I just wanted to get you your drinks as quickly as possible."


I stood back up and pulled the unbuttoned shirt out of my pants. I took my shoes off, and then undid the belt on my pants and unbuttoned and unzipped them. Taking a deep breath, I lowered and stepped out of my pants, folding them and putting them under the coffee table. Mary just stared at me, a small grin on her face. I undid the last two buttons on the shirt and took it off, placing it with my pants and shoes. Now I was there for all to see. Dark thigh-highs, a white cami with lace trim, and the pink boyshorts which, for a moment at least, were able to hide my cock and balls as the embarrassment of undressing in front of them had made me soften a little.


Jason, still caressing the inside of Mary's thighs looked me up and down and grinned. "You were right, Mary, he is a pretty little panty boy. Very pretty."


Again, I heard the girls laughing behind me.


"Ok, panty boy," he continued, "now you can bring us our drinks."


"Yes Sir." I whispered. I poured the wine into the glasses and served Mary hers first. As I turned back to the coffee table I could see Tammy and Gina, still cuddling, grinning at my discomfort. I picked up their glasses and handed them to them.


Tammy reached out and, as she took her glass, said "Thank you slut. Fucking sissy panty slut. This is so freaking crazy, I can't believe it!"


Gina took hers next, still smiling that cruel smile of hers. She didn't say anything, but I could see in her eyes that she was burning with excitement.


I turned back to Mary. Her legs were spread wider now, and Jason's fingers were rubbing her clit and lips. Her sex was swollen, red and glistening wet.


"Is there anything else I can get you, Mistress?"


"Yes, I promised Jason some more dancing. Put some music on."


I found a CD, one of Rod Stewart's later "crooning" albums, and put it on. The music was a little soft, so I turned it up a fraction.


As I turned back to face the room, Mary stood up from Jason's lap. "Now come and undress me for him, slut, make me ready for him." She turned her back to me, facing Jason. He looked up at her, smiling. His hand was in his lap, stroking himself through his jeans.


I stood behind Mary and put my hands under the bottom of her sweater. It was so soft and sensual, and her skin was hot underneath it. I lifted it up, slowly, baring first her stomach and then her breasts as she raised her arms into the air. I pulled it up over her head, being careful not to mess her hair too much. She stood topless in front of him as I folded the cashmere and put it on top of my clothes.


Turning back I unzipped her skirt and started to slide it down. She wiggled her hips to help me. As it puddled at the floor, she stepped out of it, naked, towards Jason, letting him savor her body. She reached out towards him with her hand, taking his and pulling him out of the chair.


"Now him!" she ordered.


The girls gasped. Not only were they about to see him, naked, but they were going to see me undress him, bare his body so that he could fuck my wife.


I moved to their side and unbuttoned his shirt, then his jeans. As I took his shirt off his shoulders, we could all see he had a great body. Thin waist, hard chest, broad shoulders.


I reached to unzip his pants. As I pulled the zipper down I could feel the shape and heat of his cock. It was hard, of course, and felt thick. The heat coming from his crotch was incredible.


I knelt down to pull his pants down and he stepped out of them. He was wearing tight cotton boxers underneath. My hands were trembling slightly as I pulled them down as well. His cock sprang up against his stomach as it released from the shorts. I looked at it. He was not much longer than me, but very thick. His balls hung below, large and heavy, and most of his pubic hair was shaved clean.


The girls were silent as they stared wide eyed at the scene in front of them.


I moved all the clothes out of the way, and Jason took Mary into his arms. Her tits flattened into his chest, and his cock pushed up into her stomach and between them. They started to kiss and move with the music.


Remaining on my knees, I watched them. They were engrossed in each other. Exploring each others bodies with their hands, Mary grinding her cunt against his cock, still kissing frantically.



I glanced towards the couch. Tammy had pulled Gina's top off, and was playing with her bare nipples. Gina had lifted her feet up onto the coffee table, her legs were spread. They were intently watching Jason and Mary, and me, kneeling to the side.


The first song came to an end, and as the next started Mary lifted her face away from Jason and looked at me on the floor.


"It's time, slave. Come here and get him ready for me. I need to feel his cock in me."


Still on my knees I moved the couple of feet over to where they were standing. Mary moved to the side, opposite the girls so that they had an unobstructed view of Jason's body. She reached down and took hold of his cock, stroking it from bottom to top and back down. The shaft was thick, as I had already noticed, but the head was huge, swollen, dark red.


She pointed it down. I knew what I had to do.


I leaned forward, opening my mouth. She pushed it passed my lips, which were stretching to accommodate it. I could feel and taste his precum on my toungue. Slippery, slightly salty.


"Oh fuck," I heard from the side, "He's doing it. He's sucking his cock!" I think it was Tammy, but my ears were ringing slightly, and I was not sure.


"Suck it pretty boy, get it wet for your wife." I heard Jason whisper. His hand came down behind my head and pulled me forward. I tried to get some spit in my mouth. He was pushing forward into me, forcing his cock into my face.


I tried to run my tongue over his cock head in my mouth, but it was not easy, I was so full. I felt it pushing at the back of my throat, then he started to pull back a fraction. I breathed through my nose as he moved back and forward, fucking my face.


"Oh my God." Again from my right. This time I recognized Gina's voice clearly. "Suck it, you fucker, this is incredible, I can't believe I'm seeing this."



And I knew that my life as a slave is just beggining.







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