����������� It was a long day and I was tired.� I checked my watch as I opened the door.� It was nearly 6:00 and Amy, my wife of 15 years, wasn�t home yet either.� She was probably just caught in traffic.� Maybe I should order pizza tonight, I thought to myself.

����������� I kicked my shoes off inside the door, appreciating the coolness that immediately enveloped my feet.� Padding through the living room I paused to check the mail sitting on the small table.� Flipping through the stack I mentally ticked off what great treasures our postman had brought to our house; bill, bill, bogus credit card offer, bank statement.� There was nothing exciting today, just the usual stuff.� Tossing the small pile back on the table, I continued into the family room and plopped into my favorite chair.

����������� Georgia, my 14-year old daughter, was lying on the floor watching television.� �Bad day?� she asked.� I took an appreciative look at her.� She was lying on her stomach, her head turned towards me resting on one fist.� Her legs were kicked up and bobbing idly.� Her young figure was developing nicely, forming a pleasant hourglass shape with a rather shapely ass.

����������� �Long,� I replied, continuing to study her blossoming body.� �I could use some lovin�s though.�� Flashing me a room-brightening smile, she lifted herself onto her hands and knees.� �Poor daddy, I�ll make you feel better,� she purred as she crawled her way to me.

����������� My prick began stirring in my pants by the time she finally made her way to me.� Reaching up to my belt buckle, her eyes fixed on my growing bulge.� �Poor daddy,� she purred again.� �Looks like you have a growing problem.� Don�t worry though; I know how to take care of it.�� Loosening by belt, she began working on my pants.� Finally managing to get the button and fly undone, I lifted my ass as she grabbed the waistband and pulled my pants and underwear down.

����������� My now rock-hard cock sprang out, causing my loving daughter to coo and smile broadly at it.� Slipping my pants down to my ankles, she lowered her hungry mouth onto my throbbing dick.� Her mouth felt heavenly.� I immediately let out a small groan as her tongue began dancing around the head of my cock.

����������� I watched her head start bobbing up and down slowly, licking the length of my shaft before returning to take my tip once again into her mouth.� I settled back into my chair to enjoy the sensations.

����������� My mind wandered momentarily, returning to the time before the amazing life I now led.� We had been a normal family not so long ago.� Both my wife and I working, trying to make ends meet.� Normally by the time she got home and made supper, she rarely felt like sex.� Not that the sex was all that good anyway.� Amy was raised strict Catholic and believed in only one position.� She didn�t move much and never made any noise.� I always got the impression from her that she was only fulfilling what she felt was her wifely obligations and would really rather the entire thing just go away.

����������� Then about 6 months ago Amy and I had one of our infrequent nights out.� We selected a comedy club to spend our few entertainment dollars at.� It was a nice evening, and we enjoyed a nice meal and a few drinks.� Towards the end of the evening, one of the comedians professed to be a hypnotist.� After much goading, I managed to prod my wife to go up on stage and allow herself to be �put under.�

����������� The comedian wasn�t lying.� Within minutes he had my wife acting in ways on stage I doubted I could persuade her to do at home.� It was all good fun, but towards the end of the act he leaned towards her and said something no one could hear.� As he leaned away, she giggled and nodded.� After waking her up, she returned to our table and we enjoyed the rest of the show.

����������� After his last set, the hypnotist made his way to our table and asked if he could take a seat.� Shrugging, I gestured to an empty chair and he made himself comfortable.� He introduced himself as Sam, and the three of us chatted for several minutes.� Suddenly he turned to my wife and said �Amy, 1 � 2 � 3.� When I count from 3 to 1, you will suddenly find yourself so sexually excited you will think you are going to go insane.� Within just a few moments, you will excuse yourself to go to the bathroom to relieve yourself.� When you get up, you will be fully honest about where you are going and why.� Do you understand?�

����������� I was stunned.� I couldn�t believe what was happening before my eyes.� I wasn�t sure whether to be interested or outraged.� I glanced at my wife and noticed the glazed look in her eyes.� When she nodded her understanding, I decided to let things go and see what happened.

����������� �Good,� said Sam.� �Now Amy, I am going to count backward from three to one, at which time you will follow my instructions without consciously remembering them.� 3 � 2 � 1.�� My wife returned to normal, but I noticed a flush spread through her cheeks.� She started squirming in her seat, studiously keeping her eyes lowered and generally looking very uncomfortable.� Just as Sam had instructed, within moments my shy, Catholic wife rose from her seat saying, �Excuse me.� I need to go to the bathroom and rub my pussy.� Hard.�

����������� Rushing through the crowded room, she disappeared into the women�s restroom.� Now I was beyond stunned.� My mouth fell open as I watched my wife walk away.� I returned to my senses when I heard Sam chuckling in his seat across the table.� �I see you�re impressed.� She can stay this way if you want.� I can arrange for your wife to be the perfect woman of your fantasies if you like.�

����������� I turned back to face Sam.� �What do you want out of it?� I asked, noticing the gleam in his eyes.� �Well, as you can imagine, the life of a travelling comedian doesn�t really pay that well, so I found a way to supplement my income from grateful husbands,� he replied.� Reaching for a napkin and pulling a pen from his pocket, Sam continued.� �Your wife isn�t the only one that gets treated for this price though.� I will come to your house and have a session with your entire family, so you can mold them into the most perfect family that you can envision.� You can have the ultimate woman of your fantasies, and perfectly behaved children as well.� I�m sure you�ll agree this is a very fair price for what I am offering,� he said, pushing the napkin toward me.

����������� I picked it up and looked at the number.� I had to admit it was indeed more than fair to get what he was promising.�� But it didn�t really matter.� �As appealing as your offer is Sam, we just don�t have the money to give you,� I sighed, pushing the napkin back to him.

����������� It seemed to be a common objection for him, because his reply was quick.� �You misunderstand me.� I don�t expect you to simply write out a check to me right now, absolutely not.� I propose a payment plan, one that meets your budget and that we can both live with.� I have many similar clients and can afford to finance my services.�

����������� Now he was talking language I could understand. My wife chose that moment to return to the table.�� �I�m sorry honey, but I suddenly found myself so horny that I just had to feel something up in my pussy.�

����������� I chuckled, and turned back to Sam.� �Sir, I think we have a deal.�

����������� Sam came home with us that night and worked his magic on Georgia.� The checks I have written out every month since then have been worth every cent.

����������� I felt the sperm in my balls start to churn and returned my focus to the present events.� Georgia�s head was bobbing up and down like a piston, slurping the head and shaft of my throbbing cock into her starving mouth.� I grabbed my daughters� head and thrust my dick deep into her throat.� With a loud moan, I shot my load into her mouth.� She sucked my cock like a vacuum, swallowing as much as my swelling and pulsing fuck-tool would allow her.� A small amount dribbled out around the corners of her mouth and started running down her chin.

����������� Finally finishing my orgasm, I let go of my daughters� head and relaxed back into my chair.� Georgia lifted her head and scooped the escaping jism back into her mouth with her finger.� �Mmmm,� she moaned.� �I love the taste of your cum daddy.� I love you.�

����������� �Thank you baby,� I said, smiling down at her.� �You are a fabulous cock sucker.� Maybe later you can join your mother and me.�� Her face broke into a huge smile at the thought.� �That would be fun!� she said.

����������� �Well, you mother should be home soon, but she�s probably going to be tired too.� Why don�t you order a pizza for supper, so she won�t have to cook,� I told her.� �Yippee!� she yelled.� Jumping up, she ran into the living room to find the phone and order supper while I finished removing my pants and shirt.

����������� 25 minutes later I heard the front door open followed by the heavy thumping of Amy�s briefcase and jacket.� �Frank?� she called, �Did you order pizza?�

����������� �Yes dear,� I called back.� �I thought you might be tired tonight.�

����������� Moments later Amy came around the corner carrying a boxed pizza.� �Thank you.� I�m exhausted.� Georgia!� Supper!� she yelled up the stairs.� Setting the box on the coffee table, she slumped into the couch and kicked off her heels.� Noticing my nakedness, she asked �Have any left?�

����������� Georgia ran into the room then, heading straight for the pizza box.� She must have been about to take a shower, because she was completely nude.� Her young, firm breasts jiggled invitingly, and her adolescent pussy was covered with a fine coating of black hair.� �You sure are looking tasty too,� Amy said, drinking in the sight of her only daughter.

����������� Georgia smiled, chewing on a huge bite of pizza.� Swallowing the food, she said �Why don�t you get comfortable while I finish eating.�� Amy smiled and began loosening the buttons of her blouse.� I always loved this part.� Watching my wife undress was always an enjoyable spectacle.� At 36, she was beautiful.� Standing nearly 5� 9� with soft brown hair to the middle of her back, she had long, slender legs and a gorgeous heart-shaped ass.� Her 36D breasts had very little sag, testimony that a lifetime of wearing a bra will pay off.

����������� Stripping off her blouse, she reached back to undo the clasps of her bra.� Her tits sprang free, eliciting a moan of relief from her.� Massaging her breasts momentarily brought another moan from her.� I noticed her eyes were half closed and she seemed to be enjoying the sensation.� Tweaking and pulling her nipples with her left hand, her right hand began rubbing her crotch through her pants.� Georgia and I sat watching her, starting to get into the show.� Amy unzipped her slacks and slipped her fingers down underneath her panties.� Her hips began thrusting against her hand while she began twisting and rolling her nipples more firmly between her finger and thumb.� She began moaning louder, her ass thrusting into the air.� We could easily tell she had all 4 fingers inserted up her snatch, plunging in and out faster and faster.

����������� Her body began to tense as an orgasm approached when her eyes fluttered open and she removed her hand from her panties.� �Think I�ll save that for you, baby,� she said, grinning devilishly at Georgia.� Licking her cunt juices off her fingers, she stood up and slid her slacks off her legs.� I could see her pussy juices glistening on her pubic hair.� �That�s better,� she said. �Now completely nude, she sat back down and grabbed a piece of pizza.

����������� Taking an appreciative look at my wife, I leaned forward and retrieved some supper before it was too late.� �So how went your day?� I asked, settling back into my chair.

����������� �That prick Hal is going to beat me again this quarter,� Amy replied with a scowl.� �He closed 3 more houses today.� I just don�t get what makes him such a good salesman.� He�s sweaty, overweight, and talks like a used car salesman.� I practically have to throw in a blow job and let them fuck me to close a deal,� she pouted. �������� �I suppose if I could supply the boss with cocaine and women, I could draw better properties to list too.� Maybe I should just spend a couple days under the desk.�

����������� �You think it would help?� I asked.

����������� �God no!� she gagged.� �That�s just too gross to imagine,� she said, a shiver running through her body.� My imagination was starting to rev up though.� Images of my gorgeous wife on her knees sucking off another man flashed through my mind.� Basic Alpha Male dominance began asserting itself.� The thought of being able to dominate my wife enough to force her into a position of debasement and humility was strangely attractive.

����������� I had never really tried to dominate either of them into doing anything they really didn�t want to do.� Sam had provided some conditioning to make them both more sexually open, but I had always assumed it was just towards me and each other.� Maybe an acid test was in order.

����������� �Georgia,� I said, �go let Harley in and feed him please.�� Harley was a German Shepherd that weighed about 60 pounds.� Georgia rose to her feet and went to the back door.� Sliding it open, she called out �Harley!� C�mere boy!�

����������� The dog bounded through the door, eager for his evening meal.� Georgia giggled and led him into the kitchen to poor his food.� I looked at my naked wife and began thinking about how far I could push her, and what might happen if I went too far.� Deciding to hold off for the moment, I rose from my chair and walked into the study.

����������� Digging around through my desk, I finally found the business card I was looking for.� Sitting down, I picked up the phone and dialed the number on the card.� It rang several times before finally being answered.� �Hello?� said the voice on the other end.

����������� �Sam?�� I inquired.� �Yes, who is this?� he answered.� �This is Joe Hutchins,� I replied.� �I�m one of your clients, I don�t know if you remember me.��

�Joe Hutchins?� Yes, yes I do remember you.� How are things going for you?� Nothing is wrong, I hope?� he said, concern in his voice.� Sam was a really good salesman, I thought to myself.� Sounds genuinely concerned, something that is quite rare these days.

�No, nothing is wrong at all.� I�m still happy as the night you came over.� No, I was just calling to ask you a few questions.� I said reassuringly.

�Oh, well, I always have time for that,� he answered.� �What can I do for you, Joe?�

�Well, Sam, I was wondering about how much control I had, you know, what my limits might be, and what would happen if I went too far.� I began.

Sam and I talked for over an hour, and by the time I hung up, my cock was harder than I remembered it being in a long time.� The erotic possibilities were racing through my mind too fast to process.

Walking back into the family room deep in thought, I almost didn�t notice the events unfolding on the couch.� Georgia was reclined on the couch; her legs spread wide open to allow access to her young cunt by her loving mother.� Amy was hunched between Georgia�s legs, licking up and down her snatch, three fingers of her right hand diving in and out of her wet little hole.� Her left hand was holding her pussy lips open while she sucked and licked on her most intimate regions.

Georgia�s head was thrown back in ecstasy, her mouth open and a high-pitched little squeal beginning to build as she neared orgasm.� Amy lapped at her daughters� juices as they flowed down her fingers, and sucked hard on her clit.

Georgia let out a loud moan as her climax began, and grabbed her mothers head with both hands as she thrust her pussy upwards in spasms, smearing her cunt all over Amy�s face.� Amy stuck her tongue deep in her flowing pussy, sucking and lapping up as much of her daughter�s juice as she could.

As her orgasm subsided, she relaxed her hold on her mothers head and sank back into the cushions of the couch.� Amy lovingly caressed Georgia�s pussy, and carefully licked her groin all over, cleaning up her love juices as best she could.

The sight kicked my imagination into an even higher gear, and I could hardly restrain myself.� A rush of excitement and nervousness swept through me as visions of domination and absolute control swirled in my mind.

�I think I want to try something new tonight,� I announced to my women.� Amy turned away from the glistening teenage pussy in her face and sat up, a quizzical look on her face.� Georgia�s eyes fluttered open and focused on me, while her hand absently stroked her pussy.� �Mmmm, that would be fun, daddy,� Georgia purred.

We�ll see, I thought to myself.� It definitely will be for me.� �Harley!� I called, looking around for our dog.� �Come here, boy!� I called again.� The German Shepherd came trotting into the living room with his ears perked.

Amy and Georgia looked at each other nervously, then back at me.� �Honey, what are you thinking about?� Amy asked, uncertainty in her voice.

�That doesn�t concern you.� Never question me like that again.� I commanded, trying to put as much conviction in my tone as I could.� Butterflies and adrenaline clashed in my stomach as a shocked look crossed my wife�s face.� She started to say something, but her voice caught in her throat and she closed her mouth.

I looked at Georgia, her eyes wide in amazement and a bit of fear.� �Georgia, come here.� Kneel on the floor beside me.� I ordered.� Glancing at her mother, Georgia rose from the couch and took a squatting position beside me.

�Harley,� I said, reaching down to pet the big dog.� I playfully wrestled the hound onto his back and scratched his underbelly.� �Now, Georgia, I want you to jerk Harley off.� Stroke his big dog cock like it was mine.� I said, looking my daughter straight in the eye.

Georgia looked at me like I was insane for several seconds.� Bringing my hand down, I slapped her hard across her face.� �When I give you an order, you obey!� I yelled at her.� The sudden action startled Amy, who began to rise off the couch.� A glare from me, though, and she kept her seat.

Georgia looked up at me in shock.� I hadn�t hit her in a very long time.� �Yes, daddy,� she murmured.� She reached her hand to grip Harley�s cock sheath and began tentatively stroking it.� �Faster,� I coaxed her.� �Jerk him off like it was my cock.� In fact, I want you to suck poor Harley�s dick just like you suck mine.� I told her, a rush of power washing over me as she bent to my will.

Harley�s red cock popped out of its sheath as his excitement grew.� Georgia bent over and gave the dog dick an experimental lick.� She crinkled her nose with an �Ewww.�� My heart raced as I waited to see if my daughter would take the German Shepherds cock into her mouth.� She shot me a pleading look, hoping I would excuse her from the task assigned.� I guess the wild, lustful look in my eyes answered her unspoken plea.

Turning her attention back to the dog, she closed her eyes and engulfed Harley�s long rod.� Harley let out a yelp and began thrusting reflexively, driving his tool deep into Georgia�s mouth.� Georgia did her best to keep up with the excited dog, slurping on his cock and franticly stroking with her hands.

I couldn�t believe it!� Sam had done his job well indeed.� I looked at Amy, sitting on the couch with a horrified look on her face as she watched her daughter suck off the family dog.� My own cock felt like it was going to explode if it didn�t get some release soon.

�Amy,� I said, getting her attention.� Amy tore her gaze from the scene before her and looked up at me.� My cock was raging and a fever burned in my eyes.� �Yes, dear?� she said, fear evident in her voice.

�Get on the floor in front of me, on all fours like a dog.� No, face them.� I ordered, pointing at Georgia and Harley.� Amy blanched, but slid off the couch and took her commanded position.� I gazed at my wife�s lovely ass, and knelt down behind her.� �Watch your daughter suck that dog cock,� I said, lining my cock up with her cunt.

�Look at how good she is,� I tormented her, and then without warning I plunged my own cock into Amy�s pussy.� Amy let out a small yelp at the sudden intrusion, but I didn�t pay her any heed.

�First, I�m going to fuck your tight pussy until it�s good and wet, and then I�m going to fuck your ass.� If you are good, and do everything to satisfy me, maybe I won�t let Harley fuck you when I�m done.� I threatened.� Amy whimpered a bit, but kept her focus on her daughter as she had been instructed.

I began stroking in and out of Amy�s pussy, watching how her lips parted to accommodate my tool.� �Oh, Amy, you must want ol� Harley to fuck you next.� I don�t think you are trying very hard to please me.� You want that dog cock ramming your cunt, don�t you?�

I felt Amy shudder in front of me.� But she began responding to me, rocking forward and then back to meet my thrusts.� Her hand reached between her legs and began teasing my shaft.� �Oh, honey, yes, fuck my pussy, ram your hard cock deep into my cunt,� she breathed heavily.� I always have liked her dirty talk, and she knew it.� Amy began letting out throaty moans and coos as I drove into her.� As instructed though, she kept her gaze focused on Georgia and the dog.

�Does that turn you on, you little whore?� I grunted at my wife.� �No, it�s completely gross and disgusting,� She replied.� Her answer caused me to stop in mid-stroke.� I realized that I had not given her any other directive, and she had answered the question honestly.� A touch of guilt intruded on my mind, and it took several moments to beat it into submission.

With a sharp yelp, Harley suddenly exploded in Georgia�s mouth.� He reflexively thrust hard several more times as he poured his cum into the teen�s mouth.� Georgia�s eyes grew wide, and she was obviously trying not to gag.� �Don�t swallow it all, Georgia!� I ordered her.� �I want you to keep as much of his cum in your mouth as you can.�

Harley finally finished shooting his load and quit spasming.� Georgia pulled her lips off his red cock with a disgusted look on her face and a small dribble of cum oozing out the corner of her mouth.

�You�re such a loving daughter, Georgia.� Your mother thinks so too.� You should give her a kiss.� A long, loving kiss.� I told her.� The girls looked at each other, Amy with disgust and Georgia apologetic.� Georgia moved to her mother, and gently kissed her on the lips.� Opening their mouths, the dog�s cum began flowing between them as they passionately kissed for my benefit.

�Share your dog cum with your mother,� I said huskily and re-started stroking in and out of Amy�s pussy.� �Kiss her like you mean it.�

Amy again met my strokes, and began clenching and relaxing her vaginal muscles as I moved in and out.� Remembering my earlier threats, she held Georgia�s face to her own, putting as much passion as she could muster into kissing her daughter.

My strokes picked up speed as I watch the two of them, knowing that they did it because I had commanded it.� Pulling my cock out of her pussy, I positioned the head at my wife�s asshole.� The feeling of power and authority rushed through me again, and in one smooth stroke I buried myself in her ass.

A muffled squeal escaped her throat at the pain, but she kept her lips locked on her daughter.� Amy�s ass was tight, and felt so good I almost lost my load immediately.� But I wanted more before I was finished.� Trying to think of what else I could do, I began stroking slowly in and out of her ass.

I rarely fucked Amy in the ass, as she complained that it was uncomfortable and painful.� I had never partaken of Georgia�s ass at all, assuming it was just too small to accommodate me.� I would absolutely have to rectify that soon though.� Right now, it was Amy�s turn to be dominated.

Amy was still trying to make sure I got satisfied though.� Letting go of Georgia, she braced herself and began flexing and relaxing her ass muscles, trying to massage my cock as it plunged in and out of her.

�Oh shit, Amy.� You sure are trying tonight, aren�t you?� I know you don�t like ass sex, but from now on you will act like you do.� It will excite you even though you don�t like it.� Do you understand me?� I commanded her.

�Yes honey, I understand,� she replied.� The difference in her was almost immediate.� I thought she felt good before, but now being fucked in the ass excited her.� She started moaning loudly, and her backward thrusts became much more forceful.� �Oh, fuck my ass baby!� Fuck me!� Harder, oh, please, fuck me harder!� she cried.� Her ass muscles rippled up and down my cock.� Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily.

�You want to cum don�t you, you little whore?� I taunted.� �Ooooh, yes, baby, your little whore wants to cum!� she panted.� �Please make me cum!�

A few more hard thrusts and I suddenly pulled out of her ass.� �Turn around and clean me off, you cunt,� I suddenly ordered her.� Amy looked over her shoulder at me with a horrified look.

I raised my hand and Amy scrambled to obey.� She closed her eyes and took my cock into her mouth.� She began licking the shaft up and down, swirling her tongue around the head.� The sight and thought of my wife cleaning my cock that had just been in her ass was all I could take.� I grabbed her head and thrust into her mouth as far as I could.

����������� With a loud grunt, I started shooting gobs of warm cum down her throat.� Amy started to gag and tried to pull away, but I held tight.� My spasming cock throbbed several times, and I just couldn�t help a few hard thrusts into her mouth.� Amy whimpered in pain, but I ignored them as I kept thrusting and shooting.� I held her face tight to my crotch as my orgasm finally subsided.

����������� Trying to get control of my breathing, I finally relaxed my grip on her head.� I pulled my shrinking member from her mouth and got to my feet.� Georgia pulled her knees to her chest and buried her face.� Amy curled into a ball and began massaging her nose and mouth.� I sat down in my chair and looked at them.

����������� �Both of you look at me,� I commanded.� Georgia lifted her head, tears in her eyes.� Amy sat up facing me, nearing tears herself.� A sharp pang of guilt hit me, but with a deep breath I pushed it out.� �From now on things are going to be different around here.� From now on, we do what I want, when I want, and with whom I want.� You will both follow my orders without hesitation.� Do you understand?� I said sternly.� Bowing their heads, they both answered �Yes, we understand.�

����������� Ah, the sweet taste of power.

To be continued.