0 comments/ 57351 views/ 2 favorites Mistaken Affair Ch. 2 By: Glenda100 I looked at Carol and half smiled. She seemed to smile back. "Look, Carol, this is all getting just –" "Shhhh! If Stan hears you we'll both be for it. Just keep doing what you're told and everything will be fine." At this moment Stan walked into the kitchen and laughed at me, my now shrivelled cock still cradled in my hand. He then sat on one of the kitchen chairs and stared at me for a few minutes. I felt very uncomfortable but didn't dare let go of myself in case it angered him. "Carol," he finally spoke. "Make him hard, there's a doll. And you can start wanking again while I talk." Carol came over and started to play with me, stretching my balls, rolling the head of my cock between her fingers. I was quickly hard again and she left me to pump myself. Somehow this felt worse than in front of the teenager. "I had a phone call this morning, from an old business associate," Stan started. "He's coming into town next weekend and wants some easy sex. Normally I'd just hire a hooker for him but then I had a better idea. Well, actually, Carol had a better idea." They exchanged a secret smile. "We figured it would be nice if Jackie did the honours." I stopped mid-stroke. I couldn't believe what Stan had just said. Or what Carol had instigated. "I didn't say stop." Stan stood up and walked towards me. I started pumping again, feverishly, my hand a blur but it was all too little, too late. Stan punched me hard in the stomach and I fell into a heap on the floor. He stared down at me then he undid his fly, took out his cock and pissed on my face. The hot urine splashed all over my face and neck. He managed to get a lot of it in my mouth and I felt myself gagging. Finally he finished and, after putting himself away, sat back down. "It's up to you to convince her it's a good idea," Stan continued as if nothing had happened. "But she has to agree to it. You have until Saturday week. I will give you more details later but there are a few things you must do. He will wear a condom when he fucks your wife. When he has finished he will give it to you. You are to put it on yourself and, once he's gone, fuck her as well. When you have finished, you must come straight over here wearing nothing but the condom. Is that clear?" I grunted through my pain. He poked me with his foot. "IS THAT CLEAR?" "Yes," I strained. "Good. Now clean up that piss, with your tongue first, then finish with the mop. And after that I'm going to fuck your face again." He left the room. Painfully I started licking the floor, my arse in the air, my face in his piss. I was totally degraded. I didn't feel I could get any lower. I still licked the floor clean though. And then I mopped it. The kitchen floor gleamed when I'd finished. When I'd finished Carol led me into the living room. Stan was sitting watching the tv in his boxers, a beer in his hand. He waved me over, pulled me to the floor in front of him and took his cock out. I open my mouth and started sucking him off. He was hard and hot, his circumcised head felt huge between my lips as he started to buck. He was fucking my mouth harder with each stroke, desperate to come. Suddenly he pushed my head away and started pulling himself, faster and faster. I played with his balls, softly squeezing them. Then suddenly his cock was once more in my mouth and his hands were either side of my head. He pulled me up and down on him, fucking me with a mad frenzy. Then he came with a loud growl his cream squirting into my mouth, down my throat, his cock getting harder, like steel, before starting to subside. I sucked him dry, licking him clean. "Ahhhh," he grunted in pleasure as his cock shrunk in my mouth. "One more thing. I'm going to give you a digital camera and electronic motion detector. I want you to set them up in your house. I want you to get me some pictures of your daughter without her knowing. Her bedroom is probably the best bet but the bathroom may work as well." He then reached down and forced his index finger into my mouth, between my lips. He started to push it in and out. "Purse your lips," he said as he laughed at me. "You can have the camera until Saturday week, when you can bring it with you. Make sure you examine the pictures because I'll be testing you on them. Is everything clear?" I nodded, his finger still between my lips. "Any problems?" I blinked back the tears but shook my head, totally defeated. "Good. Now as a sign of good faith, I want you to lick my arsehole." He stood up, dropped his boxers and bent over. I shuffled behind him, leant forward, parted his cheeks and took a furtive lick of his smelly hole. But he was ready for me and backed onto my mouth, rubbing himself on my face. He then stood up, pulled his boxers back on and sat down. "Go on," he said, "Fuck off. Carol, give him the camera." I stood up and Carol handed me a box containing the camera and detector. I rushed into the back garden and was sick down a drain. I heaved up everything in my stomach. I felt like a piece of garbage. I felt less than human. Part of me wanted to tell Jackie, get it all out in the open but I knew what would happen. I knew I'd never see my daughter again. I'd be reduced to a nothing. Jackie was everything to me and I couldn't loose her. I slowly got back to my feet and walked to the car. I was about to get in when I caught a smell of myself; stale piss and vomit. I went back to the drain, turned the hose on and washed myself down in the freezing water. Eventually I sat in the car, naked and shivering, and I drove home slowly. I stopped a block from the house and got dressed, steeling myself for the tasks ahead. The guy having sex with Jackie wouldn't be too big a hurdle, I thought. We'd discussed having someone else join in for a while and I figured I could convince her she'd want it to happen for real. She was never keen on another woman but I think she'd be fine with another guy. The photographs of Sally were another matter. I could no doubt hide the camera in the bathroom without being found out. I could probably manage to get some good shots but could I look at them? The thought made me wince. If I'd had anything left in my stomach I think I'd have lost it then. I drove the final block home and back to normalcy again. Jackie met me at the door, concerned at my shivering and Sally gave a spirited hello from the kitchen. All normal happy home stuff. I went upstairs to shower and change. That night in bed Jackie was licking my nipples and gently caressing my cock when I broached the subject. "Jax, I had a thought today." "Mmm?" "Would you like to have sex with another guy?" She stopped what she was doing and looked up at me, her hand still holding my cock but not moving. "What do you mean?" "It just got me hot today. I was thinking about watching you and…I don't know, some other guy. I got really hot thinking about it. What do you think?" Her hand was once more playing with my cock. "How hot does it get you, baby?" She started to masturbate me with long tight strokes. "Oh, yeah, that hot! Oh God, yes, if only you would. Oh Christ…" She replaced her hand with her mouth and I was in heaven. After a while she stopped and we kissed, her hand still pumping me. She rose up above me and lowered herself onto my cock, slowly wrapping herself round me. She started moving up and down slowly as I rubbed her big brown nipples, pinching them between my fingers. "And it wouldn't bother you, baby?" She suddenly asked. "No way…no way…no –" and I exploded inside her. It was all too early but the excitement had taken over and I looked away from her. "That hot, eh?" She said as my come started leaking onto my lap. "Boy, he'd better last a bit longer, that's all I can say!" Disgusted she moved off me and went into the bathroom. When she came back I pretended to be asleep and I sobbed as I heard her masturbating herself, trying not to disturb me but equally uncaring. The next day I set the camera up in an air vent in the loft. It was in a corner of the bathroom looking down into the shower. A perfect angle. The camera was connected to the motion detector. I set it up and left it. Not long afterwards I heard Sally going into the bathroom. I felt guilty as hell and could not look at her for the rest of the day. That night Sally was at a friend's place so we had a few drinks over a romantic dinner. Jackie always gets randy when she's had a few drinks. She was chatting away about her day when suddenly she stopped and just stared at me. She then smiled. "I've been thinking about your suggestion, honey. About the other guy?" I nodded, "And I want to do it. But there's a condition." "What?" I tried not to be too concerned. "It has to be a stranger and someone I'll never see again. Is that possible?" I sat and thought about it then smiled, and slowly nodded. "Who?" "A client. He's in town next weekend. I could line him up. I have no idea what he looks like or anything but if you like I can –" "Yes." She gasped "Definitely." Then she was on me, ripping my clothes off and mauling me on the kitchen floor. This time she very expertly kept me from coming with a glorious slow fuck while I played with her nipples and clitoris. She moaned in ecstasy and eventually I exploded into her. We collapsed and almost dozed off when we heard Sally coming in the front door. We giggled and quickly tidied ourselves up as best we could. It all felt so normal. The next day I found myself alone in the house while Jackie and Sally went off shopping. I headed straight for the loft and checked the camera's results. The camera had been set to take a picture every 2 minutes after detecting movement and there were lots of shots, all showing my daughter. Firstly going to the toilet then undressing then showering. I looked at each one, glad they had worked so I wouldn't have to do it again but miserable about spying on her. I packed everything up and locked it away in my car, ready for the following Saturday. When Sally arrived home alone about two hours later I was dozing on the lounge. "Dad?" She shook me awake, "Dad?" "Huh? Yeah, what? Oh, Sally, hi," I looked around, dopey, "Where's your mum?" "Still shopping. Said something about an outfit for next Saturday. This guy was at the front door and he gave me this. Said it was yours. You left it at his place or something." She handed me a brown envelope with my name on the front. "Told me I might find it interesting." "What guy?" She shrugged. "Never seen him before. Seemed nice enough tho. Big guy, going bald but in pretty good shape. What is it, dad?" I had gone pale. "Are you ok?" "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Is that all he said?" She nodded. "Ok, fine." "Well, aren't you going to open it? It might be important." I didn't want to look at her because I knew what was in the envelope. It would be her panties and Stan would have put a note in with them. He wanted me to open it with her there. "No, it's ok. Just some work stuff." "But he told me to look as well, dad," she insisted. Then she suddenly grabbed the envelope and ran across the room with it, giggling as I tried to grab her. She looked at me, a cheeky glint in her eye and then ripped open the envelope. She looked into it, her expression changing to one of confusion and she pulled out her pink panties. She held them up at me. "Are these mine?" "I don't know. I thought it was going to be something else. I mean…who was this guy?" I suddenly started putting on the act of an outraged father, reaching forward and trying to grab the panties but she held them fast. "Wait, there's a note in here. And something else." She rummaged around inside. "Sally, you'd better give it to me. It's probably some pervert who's been stealing from the washing line –" I suddenly stopped as Sally held up a photograph. It was the one of me masturbating into Deb's face. It was a head and shoulders of the girl so you couldn't see the face of the man, only his lower half. Sally pulled a face. "This is way gross, dad! But I know this girl. She goes to school with me. And that –" She suddenly stopped talking, staring hard at the picture. She lowered the photo and looked at me. "This is you, isn't it, dad?" "Don't be silly, honey, of course not. Just screw it up and –" "This is your hand, dad, I know it is." She walked over to me and grabbed my hand, held it up, compared it with the photograph. "See? It is your hand. What is this all about, dad?" "Honey, I had no choice. Please, believe me. I had to do it." Tears were starting to roll down my cheeks as I reached out for her but she backed away. "He was going to ruin everything. Us, our family, unless I did what he said. Please, honey, you gotta believe me!" Sally just stood and stared at me. I cowered, defeated and realised this was not what I wanted. To hell with Stan's threats, I was going to tell Jackie and finish it all. "Daddy. I guess you don't want mum to know about this, do you?" Sally's voice stopped my thoughts and I looked up at her. She was staring at her shoes. "I know she'd freak. We don't want that to happen, do we?" I suddenly smiled, grab hold of her and squeezed her tightly to me. "Oh, honey, you have no idea how glad I am. Honestly, I didn't want any of it to happen. It just…well, did." I laughed lightly. "And you'd only have to do it for me, wouldn't you, daddy." I stopped my hugging and stepped away from her. I looked at her but her eyes were still staring at the floor. "We can treat it like sex education. Can't we?" "Sorry, Sally, I'm not…" I couldn't speak properly. "Why don't you get undressed, daddy, and show me like you showed Debbie. Mistaken Affair Ch. 3 All I could do was stare at my daughter as she finally looked at me, defiant. Her arms were crossed and she started tapping her foot. "Come on then. We wouldn't want mummy to find out, would we?" I stood, paralysed. She took a step towards me. "Or maybe you'd prefer it if I undressed you myself." I quickly unfroze and started undressing. When I stood before her in nothing but my boxers I tried to plead with her one more time but she was deaf to me, her eyes glued to the front of my shorts. I was so glad I was not hard. I slowly pulled the shorts off and stood, holding myself, naked before my daughter. She moved closer to me and took hold of my hands, pulling them away. I finally let her and she stepped back to look at me completely. "There. That wasn't so hard, was it?" She looked at me. "Well? Was it, daddy?" "No...no, it wasn't, Sally. It's...err...it's just fine." I felt pathetic and I dropped my head. "I think we need to discuss a few new rules around here, daddy. Just some things that mummy doesn't need to know about. Agreed?" I'd never known my daughter to sound so hard, so obviously nasty. I nodded. "Answer me, daddy!" She growled at me. "Yes, yes, Sally, of course, whatever you say. Please, I think I should get dressed now and –" "You've got to be kidding! Actually that's the first rule. From now on, when we're alone together, you are not allowed to wear anything unless I say. Now go and get a chair and stand on it." I went and grabbed a dining chair and placed it before her, climbed onto it. Her eyes were now almost level with my soft cock. She poked it a few times, giggling as it swayed. She gradually got more adventurous and squeezed the head between two fingers. She then started whacking it from side to side. I could feel myself starting to grow and tried to think of other things. Sally then slapped my balls, hard, and I stopped growing and almost fell off the chair. I grabbed for my balls but Sally brushed my hands away. I was in agony, trying to double over but every time I did, Sally would straighten me up. She suddenly grabbed my cock in her fist and started squeezing it very hard and releasing it, squeezing and releasing. My balls were starting to just throb and my cock was starting to grow again. She then started pulling on it, roughly. "Sally, please –" I begged but she just slapped my balls again and my erection vanished again. She then began with the squeezing again until I once more started to grow. "Isn't it funny, daddy?" She suddenly said, her hand cupping my balls. "What, honey?" I said, hopefully. "Well, I came out of these, didn't I? Well, half of me, sort of. And now I'm holding them." She giggled, "I think it's really weird!" "Yes, I see, yes, it's weird, honey," I tried to laugh with her. Then she squeezed my balls, slightly at first but then increasing. I felt the pain rising up through my body as her fingers tightened. When I felt about to faint she let go and just patted them from side to side. Then she looked up at me. "Does that hurt, Daddy? When I do this?" And she slapped my balls again. "Oh God, yes, Sally. It hurts a lot!" Tears were streaming down my face and my body wanted to collapse in a heap and roll into a ball. "Well, I'll stop doing it but you have to do something for me in return, Daddy." "What honey?" "I don't think you're going to like it but it will make me very happy." "Tell me and we'll see." She grabbed my balls again and squeezed them tightly. "That's not how it works now. You have a choice. I'll keep squeezing and hitting these or you choose the alternative." She stopped squeezing but held onto my balls, waiting for my answer. "I'll take the alternative, Sally," I decided, cowed and broken. "I'm glad you decided to, daddy, that game was getting a bit boring. Get off the chair." I stepped down. "Mum's going to be home soon so I think you'd better get dressed but don't worry, I won't forget our little agreement." She giggled and skipped out of the room as if all was normal with life. I stood and moaned to myself, holding my aching balls. Then I heard the car pull into the drive and quickly pulled on my shirt and boxers. By the time Jackie walked into the house I was tucking my shirt into my jeans, trying to look normal as she dumped two big bags on the kitchen table. "Where's Sally?" she asked. I jumped, wondering what she knew. "Err, upstairs, I think, why?" "I don't want her seeing any of this stuff. It's for our little 'experiment'. Come up to our room, I'll give you a sneak preview." I followed her up the stairs and into our room. As I passed Sally's room I could here music. Jackie winked at me, knocked at her door and said loudly, "We'll just be in our room, honey. In case you're wondering." "OK Mum!" came the reply. Jackie winked again and led me into our room. I shut the door as she upended the bag onto the bed. She had bought the sluttiest clothes she could find, by the looks of it. A very short black latex mini, fishnets stockings, a flimsy bodysuit that was completely see through. What looked like 8 inch spike heels, lots of pairs of black panties with and without crotches. The bed looked like wash day in a brothel. She started holding things up against her, showing off, swirling around, giggling. "I know, I know. I went a bit mad," she said as she threw her dress into the corner. "But I was just getting so hot thinking about it...on Saturday, I mean." She suddenly stopped and looked at me, a worried look on her face. "You're sure it's still ok? Of course we won't do it if –" "Definitely," I smiled, "It's definitely ok." "Good!" she started peeling off her pantyhose, giggling again, "Because I am SO looking forward to it." She tried on everything for me, parading and bending over, acting as slutty as she could. She was turning me on, my cock hard against my jeans, ignoring the dull ache that was still my balls. When she'd finally modelled everything she knelt between my legs and massaged my cock, rubbing it up and down, smiling up at me. She then unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out. She started sucking me, slowly and expertly. I started to think of this other guy and how lucky he was going to be. It just turned me on even more and I started bucking into Jackie's mouth but she stopped and backed off, tutting and shaking a finger at me. "Oh no, not so fast, mister. I think I'll keep you on edge for a while. After our 'client' has filled me up I want a gallon of come out of you!" She then playfully flicked the head of my cock, stood up and went into our bathroom. As the door closed behind my wife I noticed out bedroom door was ajar. I also noticed Sally smiling and pointing at my hard cock. She backed out and softly closed the door. I wondered how long she'd been there and how much she'd seen. Then, as my thoughts turned to her 'alternative' I felt my cock subside and I felt utterly ashamed and pathetic. The next day I woke to find myself alone in the bed. There was a note on the bedside table. Jackie had gone to visit her sister. She hadn't wanted to disturb me. She'd be home for dinner. I stretched and was about to roll over and go back to sleep when Sally walked into the room. She wasn't alone. Her friend, Kirsty was with her, giggling. "Sally? What –" I started but she held a hand up. "I've told Kirsty about your cock, daddy, and she doesn't believe me. Will you show it to her?" I just started at her. She reached down and pulled the sheet off me. I was naked. My cock was lying against my leg. Kirsty giggled some more. "See, Kirsty? Now look what happens when I do this." She reached down and squeezed it, pulling the foreskin back. "There, now it looks like a real one. What's that piece of skin called, daddy?" I just started at her, unable to say anything. "Oh, dear. Now sometimes, Kirsty, daddy gets a bit funny about his cock. But I know how to make him behave. Watch." She grabbed my balls and squeezed them. I yelped. "What is it, daddy?" "A foreskin, Sally, it's a foreskin!" She let me go. The two girls bent down and inspected my cock and balls, poking me with young fingernails, examining me minutely. "Do you want to squeeze it?" Sally asked. "Oh, can I?" "Of course. But you mustn't say anything to anyone. You've got to promise." "Sure, sure, I promise. I told you before, I understand." She reached down and took my cock in her hand and gingerly squeezed it, giggling again. "God, it's all hot!" "You can squeeze it harder than that!" And Kirsty squeezed harder, making me stiffen in her hand. She giggled. "Pump it a bit if you want it to get harder." Kirsty started slowly masturbating me, making me harder. "And to make it go soft again, just squeeze the balls. Like I did before." Kirsty shifted her hand to my balls and squeezed me hard. My erection started softening as the pain ran up my body. "That's excellent, Sally!" she cried. "But how come –" "Ah, that's our little secret, isn't it daddy?" She smiled at me and reached up to my chest and flicked one of my nipples. "Oh, look, his nipples get hard too! Just like a girl!" Then they were both studying my nipples, flicking them and pinching them, making them hard. My cock soon followed suit, hardening on it's own, away from their eyes. "Sally," I started, my voice croaking. "Yes, daddy?" She didn't look up. "I need to go to the toilet, honey. Could I just –" I tried to move but they had me pinned down. "Of course, daddy. Come on, Kirsty, let's watch daddy go to the toilet." Kirsty giggled again as they got off the bed and waited for me to get up. I slowly stood up, my cock bobbing in front of me, causing more giggles, this time from both girls. I went into the bathroom, robotic, wondering if I could manage to piss with my daughter and her young friend watching me. I stood at the bowl, holding my cock, willing the urine to come. They stood either side of me, their eyes intent on my cock. "Come on, daddy," urged Sally, looking up at me, briefly. "I'm sorry, Sally but I can't. Not with you both watching me. I'm sorry but...I'm trying, honey." "I think you need some water, daddy." Sally then filled a glass with water from the sink and made me drink it. Then another, and another. I started feeling bloated as I swallowed the fourth glass. My bladder felt like it was ready to burst. Then a faint trickle started. This didn't last long and Sally forced another glass into my mouth. I swallowed and strained, trying to concentrate on relieving myself, feeling slightly nauseous from the water. Sally then turned the tap on and left it running. She reached up and started kneading my abdomen. I felt the piss starting to come. It exploded out of my cock with a gush, splashing the toilet and the tiles around it. I aimed for the bowl and, gratefully, emptied my bladder. When I finished I shook myself and pulled my foreskin back and forth a few times. "That was amazing! I wish I could do that." Kirsty exclaimed as I flushed the toilet. "I want to see him come!" She suddenly said all at once, looking into Sally's eyes. "Do you reckon he would?" "Yeah, why not?" I felt like I wasn't there as Sally pulled me back into the bedroom, pushing me onto the bed. "Come on, daddy, we want you to masturbate. Tell me before you come, though or you'll be in big trouble!" Miserable I lay on my back, grasped my cock and started pumping myself. My other hand involuntarily reached down and held my balls but Sally knocked it away wanting to watch them jiggle. I closed my eyes and thought about Jackie the night before in her new clothes, making myself harder. I wanted it over quickly so I pumped faster and faster. The two girls were silent as I started to quietly grunt. Then I felt it starting, felt the stirrings beginning in my balls. "I'm...I'm close..." I moaned through my teeth. "I want you to come in my hand, daddy!" Sally said loudly and I felt her hand near mine, resting against my stomach. "Open your eyes. I don't want you to miss." I opened my eyes. They were staring at the head of cock, waiting, expectant. Sally's hand was ready to receive my seed. Then I came, gushing into my daughter's palm, exploding onto her skin. I pulled and squeezed, relief running through me. I slowly stopped, holding myself, feeling disgusted. Sally held her hand up and sniffed it, showing Kirsty who pulled a face. Sally dipped a finger into it and tasted it. They both played with it with their finger tips. "There's not much, is there?" Kirsty said "I thought there'd be more, too," Sally sounded disappointed. "Is that all you can manage, daddy" "Sorry, honey, that's it. Sorry." Tears started to well up in my eyes. I felt less than human. Sally reached down and held her hand beside my mouth. Waiting. She smiled and Kirsty giggled again. I knew what I had to do. I turned to the side and licked her hand clean. Mistaken Affair Ch. 4 Once Sally's hand was clean she sat on the bed next to me and casually played with my soft cock. Kirsty just watched as my daughter tried to get me hard again. Nothing was happening and Sally soon got discouraged. "Come on, dad!" she spat. "Get hard again!" She was roughly pulling me, hurting me. "I can't, Sally. It's too soon. Stop, please, it hurts." I begged. She stopped then, just holding me. Kirsty whispered something in her ear and they both started laughing. Sally jumped up and went to the chest of drawers. She took out some of my wife's underwear, panties, a bra. They laughed again as they threw them at me. "Put them on, daddy. If you can't be a man for us, I guess you'll have to be a girl!" I got off the bed and started to put my wife's panties on, pushing myself into them. I stood before them feeling ridiculous. My daughter just pointed at the bra. I pulled it round my chest and fastened it. I felt stupid standing before these two girls. "I need a piss, Sally," said Kirsty, suddenly. "You heard her, daddy. Come on." She pushed me into the bathroom. "Take Mummy's things off and lie in the bath." "I don't think I can do that, Sally!" protested Kirsty. "Sure you can. Just crouch over him. See how good your aim is!" They both laughed hysterically as, naked once more, I climbed into the bath. Kirsty pulled her panties down and climbed onto the sides of the bath, her pussy over my head. I tried not to look at her but it was impossible. She was straining to go. Sally was egging her on, telling her to drench me. Then suddenly it came. Her piss hit my chin, my face. In my mouth. I managed to close my eyes in time as it strayed over my forehead. Then she stopped. They were still laughing. "My turn," announced Sally and she took Kirsty's place over my face. I kept my eyes tightly closed, not wanting to see my daughter's cunt. Her piss was hot and salty. I swallowed a lot of it, feeling sick. When she'd finished she climbed down, pulling her panties back up. "That's better. I think you'd better wash now daddy." "Ah, let me!" shouted Kirsty "I wanna wash him! Can I, please Sally?" "Sure, no problem, if you want to. Daddy, up and under the shower with you." I got to my feet and stood by the shower head. We have a detachable, Victorian type shower which connects to the bath taps. Kirsty quickly stripped to the waist and turned the water on. I tried to keep my eyes off her budding breasts and small, flat nipples. When she was happy with the water temperature, she started hosing me down. That's what it felt like. I felt like an animal that was being cleaned off. She soaked me all over and then started soaping me up. Sally watched everything, a slight smile on her face. When Kirsty soaped my crotch my cock immediately got hard. Even though she was very rough, my excitement did not vanish. She spent a long time rubbing the soap into my cock. Pulling it back and forth, stretching the foreskin out then pushing it way back. "Oh, I see! So you get hard for Kirsty, daddy, but not for me! I think that means you're going to get punished! Rinse the soap off, Kirsty, we've got to go out soon." Kirsty quickly washed the soap away then after a final squeeze of my swollen cock, she turned the water off and left the bathroom. Sally walked up to me and grabbed my balls tightly. She looked into my eyes. She didn't look like my little innocent daughter any more. "Did Kirsty's little titties excite you, daddy? Is that what did it? If I show you mine will it keep you hard?" She laughed and tightened her grip. "We've got to go out but there's someone coming round to see you soon. He has a key and wants you to be dressed in mummy's undies and lying face down on the bed when he gets here. There's nothing for you to do but wait." She gave my balls a twist then let go. She noticed I was still hard and smiled. "That's better, daddy!" She grabbed my cock and started pumping it slowly, her other hand juggling my balls. "Sally!" Kirsty's voice sounded panicky. "A car's pulling up outside! We gotta go." "OK!," Sally shouted and, still pumping me looked into my eyes. "And mummy wanted you to save all your come for her, didn't she. Pity, cause I want it too!" She laughed, let me go and ran from the room. I stood, ashamed, my balls aching, my cock straining. I heard voices downstairs and quickly dressed once more in my wife's underwear and jumped onto the bed, face down. I waited. I heard the front door open then close. I heard footsteps on the stairs, slowly, deliberately. Then nothing. Suddenly I felt a hand on the small of my back, kneading the flesh. Then another hand took hold of the back of the panties and ripped them up, away from me. The material started to rip. The hand shredded them then let the bits fall back onto me. Then something penetrated my hole. It felt too big to be a finger. It was cold, hard and it hurt. The object was pushed in and out of me then removed. I was crying pathetically. The hand on my back was removed then a weight was on me and a cock started to enter my widened hole. A few thrusts and he was in, pushing, straining. My balls were being squashed against the bed every time he thrust into me. Then with a loud gasp he came inside me. I could feel him squirt, feel his come as it warmed me from within. He pumped a couple more times then pulled out. I felt him wipe his cock on the remnants of my wife's panties. I heard him pull his fly up. Then nothing. Eventually I heard his feet on the stairs again then front door open, then close. I lay there crying softly, feeling completely abused. I had no idea who this man was and I could feel his come start to seep out of me, between my legs. I slipped off the bed and moved into the bathroom. I showered for a long time. By the time my wife got home I felt almost clean. I had bundled up her panties and thrown them away. I had changed the sheets on the bed and generally tidied up. I greeted her like nothing had happened. "How was your day?" I asked over dinner. "Good, good. The usual. But kept thinking about…you know…and…well, I'm ashamed to say but…I just keep getting hot!" She was blushing, not quite looking at me. "Are you sure you're ok with this, hun? I feel really guilty about enjoying the idea so much." "Can't back out now. I've lined him up. He'll be here tomorrow night. And I'm just as horny thinking about it." My wife giggled and rubbed my already swollen crotch. "Not til tomorrow big fella! Remember!" She squeezed again. After dinner she went to bed and I sat watching some television, waiting for Sally to get home, hard at the prospect. I was trying to understand why I was so turned on by the degradation my daughter had subjected me to. I couldn't but I knew I needed more. Then the phone rang. I grabbed it quickly. It was Stan. "Did you like your visitor today, boy?" he said. "He was pleased with your performance. At least that's what he told me." "Who was he?" "No-one you need to know. Just remember to be good to him when he comes round again. He can get pretty mean if you piss him off!" Stan laughed. "I'm sitting out the front in my car. Come and give me a blow job, boy." He hung up. I went outside, quietly. His car was at the end of the drive. I climbed into the passenger side. His cock was out and hard. I lowered my head and started licking him. His hand was on the back of my head, pushing me down. I heard a giggle from the back seat. I tried to lift my head but Stan held fast. "Just keep going, boy, it's feeling pretty damn good! Never mind the girls, they're enjoying the show! Ain't ya girls?" "Sure thing," said my daughter. "Enjoying yourself, daddy?" "Looks good from here," said Kirsty and the both giggled again. Stan was bucking into my mouth, thrusting, stretching my lips. Then he came, filling my mouth with his come. I spattered a bit, almost choking but managed to swallow it all. I then licked him clean. "Undress," Stan ordered after I'd put his cock away. I slowly stripped off in the car, handing my clothes to Sally's waiting hand in the back. "Now out!" I got out of the car, naked, under a street light. "Run for the door!" He yelled and I sprinted up the path, hearing their mocking laughter behind me as I pulled open the front door and fell into the house. I heard the car pull away and Sally walking up the path. "Shh, daddy, we don't want to wake mummy, do we?" she whispered as she threw my clothes at me. She took hold of my cock and started squeezing it, pulling on it, making me hard. Her other hand was around my balls and I waited for the pain. She leant close to my ear and spoke softly. "I want you to fuck me, daddy. I want you to fuck me tonight. Let's go for a drive, daddy. So we don't wake mum." "Sally, I can't…you don't know what…I can't." She looked down at my erection, strong and hard in her hand. "I think you can, daddy, and I think you will. Come on." She led me out of the house, pulling me by the cock. We got into the car and I drove to a park nearby. On the way Sally kept up a constant squeezing of my cock, keeping me hard. When I stopped the engine she got out of the car and opened my door, dragging me out with her. She pulled off her jeans and her panties. She laid back on the hood of the car, spreading her legs and crooked a finger at me. "Mouth first, daddy. Get me nice and ready for your cock." I looked around but there was no-one to be seen. I lowered my head and started licking at Sally's young cunt. She tasted nice and fresh, hot and sweet. Her tiny hole was tender and new. I made her as wet as I could. She pulled my head from between her legs. She pulled my cock towards her hole. "Take it easy, daddy, I don't want it to hurt too much." I pushed in gently, ever so slowly, carefully. Even so she grimaced, squeezed her legs around me as I entered her. She almost cried out as I pulled out a little then back in, getting deeper, then again. I gradually built up a rhythm and her grimace vanished as she too started to enjoy it. She was very tight and I found it hard to stop from coming almost straight away. I could feel it starting and through gritted teeth I told her. She suddenly pushed me off, my cock bobbing helplessly in front of me. I started to come, spurting onto the hood of the car. I grabbed myself and finished the job, squirting a little more on the metal between my daughter's legs. She just lay there and watched. "Good boy. You are a very good boy," she said, "One day, maybe, I'll let you come in me, but you don't deserve it yet." She slid off the car and handed me her panties and jeans. "Put these on me, daddy." I dressed my daughter then sat back in the car, still naked, my useless cock now flaccid and pathetic. Sally played with it a bit but eventually grew tired and slapped it away. We drove home in silence. The next day Jackie was up before me, pottering round the house. Sally had gone over to Kirsty's. She had told me she would be going the night before, with a wink, so we could have the house to ourselves. The rest of the day was all expectation. Jackie was on edge and I was caught between disgust and excitement. Eventually it was time to get ready. Jackie showered and shaved and slowly got dressed. She looked like a total slut and was flushed. We waited in the lounge, a drink each. He arrived at 6.30. He was an ordinary looking guy in a suit. He put his briefcase down at the front door as I let him in. "You the husband?" he grunted at me. "Yes," I extended my hand but he ignored it. "What's her name?" "Jackie, her name is Jackie." He walked into the lounge and Jackie stood up, looking suddenly nervous. He went to her and took her in his arms, taking her glass from her and putting it on the coffee table. He stroked her face and then started kissing her, slowly, sensuously. Jackie started to respond, her hands on his back, her legs moving slightly. He started pulling her skirt up, exposing her thighs, her bottom. His hands explored her naked flesh, moving over her body. He stopped kissing and stepped back a little, feasting his eyes on her. He reached out, popped a button on her blouse, then another. After the third, it was completely open, exposing her breasts. He tweaked her nipples, making them hard. He then reached down and grabbed her between the legs. Jackie's face went red as he roughly rubbed her in his hand. Eventually she started rocking on it, rubbing herself on him. He stopped, stepped back and started to undress. Jackie fell to her knees as his trousers fell and clawed at his boxers. His cock was ready, her mouth was open. She started sucking him as he finished undressing. My cock was straining in my trousers but I could not do a thing. I knew I had to wait my turn. He laid her on the ground, slipped a condom onto his wet cock and entered her easily. He was quickly thrusting into her, grunting in her face. Jackie was also making soft noises as he plunged into her. When he came is was very noisy. He made a low growling noise in the back of his throat then shook all over. He laid on top of her for a short while, kissing her gently, then he stood up. He took the condom off and handed it to me. He got dressed and left the house. I vaguely heard him go as I slipped the condom onto my own erection and slipped easily into my wife who had not moved. I came very quickly, stood up and ran from the house. Somewhere in the back of my mind I heard Jackie's voice but I knew I couldn't stop. I had to get to Stan's quickly or I'd never get there at all. The condom felt awful.