Coming Home Again

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Every good immigrant father wants to see his family succeed.
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Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content, raceplay, and also non-consensual or reluctant sex.

Yao Zhigang pulled his keys out of the ignition. He leaned back in his seat and sighed. Another long day at work had come to an end. It'd be nice to finally get back to the cozy comfort of home. He closed the car door behind him and made his way up the steps of the walkway to the front door of his house.

As he closed and locked the front door behind him, a spark shot through his mind. Like a memory, or a sudden reminder. He undid his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and loosened his pants. Casting his clothing aside, he skipped up the stairs and down the hall to the bedroom, opening the door with caution.

The first thing his eyes fell upon was the sight of his eldest daughter Shujing on her knees, near the edge of the bed, on the side closer to the dresser. Her lips were wrapped around Tyler's cock, her head bobbing up and down, and... and...

His head spun for a second. Everything became fuzzy. His knees went weak, the hairs across his body stood on end in waves that travelled up and down his skin.

No. Not Tyler. He wasn't to refer to him by Tyler anymore. Tyler was just a twenty-something student. The former boyfriend of his daughter in college for a brief period, but nobody exceptional. Certainly not anyone that he'd want to have anything to do with his precious Shujing. He remembered sitting the boy down one time. He had given him quite the stern talking to. Told him that he was an unfit date for her. That she should be focusing on higher education, especially in her grad school years, rather than on American slacker boys without direction. Especially ones who played around with this silly nonsensical hypnosis. It was about as absurd as alternative medicine. No, the boy simply wouldn't do.

But this wasn't Tyler. No. This was Master.

Yes. Master. The very word summoned a deep eager feeling from within him. A small, cozy smile found a home on his face, and he allowed himself into the room as gracefully as his portly body would allow him to. He walked over to Master, his eyelids growing heavy and limp, slow to blink, and found himself at his knees, his palms placed neatly on his lap. Master glanced in his direction and gave a grin. Although it was a mischievous one, it sent a thrill down his back -- he had made Master smile. And even if it was a sinister smile, one where he was being smiled at, he still couldn't help but feel fuzzy. Proud.

Master reached into the bedside dresser and retrieved Yao's collar -- a thick leather one, secured with a small, silver padlock. He pulled it around his neck, cinched it snug, and applied the lock. As the small, metallic click echoed through the room, Yao's legs trembled. He felt his mind go fuzzy, coupled with the sensation of warmth rushing down his body.

Master wrapped a fist around Shujing's ponytail and lowered her head down around his cock. Her neck went limp, and her lips tightening, puckering up to kiss the base of his shaft. Yao felt his cheeks grow bright red as he watched, a cozy sigh escaping his mouth. Finally, Master let her go and watched her slide her lips up to curl around his tip. She gave it a loud, wet kiss and sat back, resting on her calves.

Master stood up and let his cock dangle over her face -- the thin line of saliva trailing down, slowly falling to rest across her cheeks, curling over the edge of her dark lips and across her inviting tongue. He motioned to Yao, snapped his fingers, and pointed towards the chair in the corner. Joy welled up within him, and he rose to his feet, a skip in his step, and made his way over to the chair. As he turned around to sit down, he looked up to find his daughter already propped up on all fours on the bed, her mouth still open and drooling, as she swayed her ass back and forth like a brainless, horny animal.

His legs trembled underneath him, and he struggled to lower himself gently upon the chair. As he watched Master climb up onto the bed and behind his daughter, he thought about how much he loved her. He had such a deep commitment to her success. It made him so proud to see how well she got along with Master -- a real man, an impressive figure of merit. A person who could make decisions with force and confidence, while at the same time remaining compassionate and caring. Somebody who always knew best; not just for Shujing, but for the whole family.

He remembered the first time he was allowed to watch Master fuck his daughter. It was just after a particularly strong hypnotic session -- a newly made part of their evening routine. He was ordered to stand straight and stiff, and gaze upon every aspect of her while it happened. He watched her open mouth, her fluttering eyelashes. He watched her shiny black hair rocking back and forth, her perky breasts -- her darkened nipples quite erect -- swaying with his every thrust.

And it made him feel so complete.

Now, sitting back, watching Master press his cock deep into his own baby girl soaking pussy -- how quickly she'd grown up! -- he felt that very same warmth. He felt his muscles relax, and he lowered himself further upon the dildo that was affixed to the seat. As he felt the base pressing against his cheeks and felt the slippery length of the shaft brushing against his prostate, the sound of Shujing moans filled the air, and his chastity cage twitched -- another loving present from Master. A small trail of precum oozed from his tip.

Such a useless, wimpy cucky cocklet, the words echoed through his mind. Never meant to touch such a beautiful woman ever again. After all, with how much he adored his wife, how could he possibly believe that she deserved anything short of the very best?

It had filled him with so much worry when she had pulled him aside and giving him that talk on that fateful day several months ago.

He remembered how the words stung at first. But with time -- and with a little help from the swirling screen that Master had so generously provided as she spoke to him -- each sentence started to make more and more sense. His little yellow cock was too small, his wife had told him. Too stubby, too needle thin. She simply wasn't feeling sexual satisfaction from him anymore. He was so upset -- he wanted her to feel happiness. Anything for it. He cared about her so deeply. Which was why he was overjoyed when she heard her first suggestion.

"From now on, I'll be taking Master's cock inside me. His pure, white shaft is so much longer and thicker, and he's so much more energetic and younger. Each time he ravages my holes, I cum so hard. You understand, don't you?"

And he had nodded with sincerity. It hadn't even crossed his mind at the time that she'd slept with Master before, but looking back on it all, it just seemed perfectly natural. A woman has needs. And if he couldn't fulfill them, it was only right for her to pick an alternative.

And so, he sat there, motionless, in a dream, with the dildo deep inside of him. The only way he'd ever feel stimulation ever again. He sat quietly with a cozy smile on his face, his eyelids heavy, and listened to his daughter's moaning and panting grow louder. Her arms began to tremble, and after Master give her wide ass a firm slap, she finally gave. She let her face sink against the bed spread and began gripping the sheets. He watched as her eyes rolling back.

After about half an hour, she clenched up and let out a long, drawn-out moan. Yao felt his heart racing, felt himself tensing up. It all just felt so perfect to see his daughter and Master together as one -- the perfect fit for each other. Without any stimulation from his hands, he came hard, squirting his jizz through the slotted tip of his chastity cage -- just like every other time. He knew that Master would make him lap it up from the floor, but in the end, it was absolutely worth it.

Shujing collapsed into a sweaty heap on the bedsheets, gasping for breath, as Master's cock slipped out of her tight Asian pussy with a wet, noisy pop. He lowered himself down to her and wrapped his arms around her. A smile spread across her lips, and he kissed the back of her neck. Even from here, Yao could hear him whispering to her. "Good girl."

After a minute, Master got up, shuffled off the bed, and snapped his fingers towards Yao again. He shot up, dildo sliding audibly out of him, leaving him feeling vacant as he marched over to the two of them. Shujing's mind drew the connections like instinct, and she twisted herself into a sideways position, her legs spread and dangling over the edge of the bed. Yao knelt before her, with her gaping pussy at his eye level. His mind seized him, and he pushed his face forward, lapping away at his daughter's hole. His tongue touched his Master's cum, and his mind melted away. From years of practice, he made quick work of cleaning her out of every trace of Master's superior, youthful spunk. As he lapped away, he was vaguely aware of how blank and quiet Shujing was -- like an empty sex doll. Never meant to pleasure another woman ever again, the cozy, truthful words spoke to him from deep within his mind. He felt his locked up cocklet twitch and drool another thin line of precum as he ate her out with renewed vigor.

As though right on cue, the sound of the front door closing echoed from down the stairs.

"Oh Master, I'm home from the office~!" sang the cheerful voice throughout the home. The sound of footsteps scurrying up the stairs was finally coupled with the sight of Jing's appearance in the room. She wore nothing but an exceptional smile -- her hands folded behind her back, pressing her curvy chest forward.

His very own wife. Gorgeous and bare, with her brown, wavy hair tied up in a bun. Although very curvy, given her age -- with breasts that had swollen with time, and an extra larg tush -- she still had the vibrant facial features of a woman half her age.

She walked up before Master, idly waving her wide hips back and forth as she stood perched on her toes. And although she visibly struggled, she eventually gave in, resisting her urge to embrace him immediately, and fell to her knees before him as required. Master ruffled the hair on her head and stroked her bangs just enough to make her blush, before going to the dresser to retrieve her collar. He affixed it around her neck -- a similar one to Daddy's and Shujing's, but thinner, and secured with a silver, heart-shaped padlock -- just like one that might be found on a pretty princess diary.

"Another good day at work, Mommy?" asked Shujing from the bed.

"Oh, exceptional, Honeybun~! What about you? Still getting high marks in your college courses?"

"Yep! Just as you and Master have specifically requested of me~"

Yao stepped back from his daughter's freshly cleaned pussy just in time to see her beaming expression, along with the thrilling sight of his wife embracing Master, a wide smile on her face, leaning against him with her eyelids closed. It occurred to him that her expression was entirely independent of his actions -- he wasn't in the least bit responsible for the happiness around him. Such a proud mommy, such a loving daughter. He was so happy to see her embracing such a kind, trustworthy gentleman.

Jing eventually leaned back from the hug and stared up into Master's eyes. He leaned down to kiss her, and she practically leaped up to meet his lips. When they finished, she turned to Shujing again. "Is Yang home yet?"

Yao's mind went fuzzy again. Yong. Yong? Yang. That's right. Not a male's name. Female. They didn't have a son anymore. Two beautiful daughters. Yes. Two wonderful girls that made them both so proud with how perfectly they obeyed Master.

"No, she's still off at school," said Shujing, propping herself up on her arms. "Master granted her special permission to stay for a study group meeting. Ever since her eighteenth birthday, she's been diligently focused on college applications."

Master walked over to Shujing with Jing in his arms and stroked her straight black hair all the way down to the center of her back. "She really is such a good girl, honey-bun. You ought to be so proud of yourself, Jing, for raising your two girls just right. You're such a good mommy."

Jing's cheeks turned red. She slowly blinked once and leaned the side of her face against his chest. "Thank you, Master..."

"That's my good girl. Now. Why don't you two get into your uniforms? Let's get dinner ready."

Master sat at one corner of the dinner table, next to Mommy, and across from Shujing. Both girls were wearing their standard uniforms: black, thigh-high latex boots, held up with garter belts. Black under-bust corsets that propped their breasts up. And, of course, their slave girl collars. This being a special evening, Master had ordered both girls to wear their nipple ring and navel stud piercings too.

Naturally, Yao couldn't see very much of it while on his hands and knees near the table. He only just caught a glimpse of Master giving his wife's tush a small pinch. He heard the sound of her squeak, followed by laughter from both of them, and the sound of a small kiss. He was only barely paying attention, anyways -- he was commanded to only speak when spoken to, and that was a command he trusted and respected. Master always knew what was best. Rather, Yao's attention was primarily on his food bowl. His mind went foggy, and he leaned down to take another bite.

The front door opened again, and Yang walked in. "Hey there, Master! Hi Mommy, Shujing!" Greetings were exchanged while Yang closed the door behind her and stripped nude. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Yao had overheard what Master had ordered her to wear that morning. White silk stockings, a pleated skirt... Maybe this blouse? Oh, and wear your hair in pigtails today. You'll be such a pretty girl...

Her skirt fell to the floor, making a soft ruffling sound that pawed at his dulled attention. Yao looked up just in time to catch a glimpse of Yang's chastity cage before hunger seized him again. It was a cage quite like his -- made for similarly inferior penises -- save for a difference in color. Yang had pleaded and begged Master to use Daddy's money to buy her a pink one. And she was overjoyed when it finally came, and Jing was put in charge of slipping onto her and sealing it closed.

Finally freed from her clothing, Yang pranced over to the table and dropped to her knees right next to Master. He had her collar ready and secured it in little enough time, much to her complete satisfaction. Once finished, she took a seat on the opposite side of the table from Master and grabbed her bowl and pair of chopsticks.

"Ah ah!" protested Master. "Yang, be a good girl now, and get in your uniform, just like your mother and sister have."

"Oh, okay, Master!" she sang in excitement, making her way to her room. "Can I bring it here and put it on in front of you, so we can still talk? What's the special occasion?" She managed to get the words out in a hurry, just before disappearing behind the corner.

"You may indeed," said Master, taking a sip from the glass of wine that Yao had delivered to his place at the table. When she got back into the dining room, sat down on a chair, and had begun wrestling with her latex, he continued.

"Today is a very special day indeed, boy and girls. Today marks the anniversary of my introduction to our family. For that, I'd like to do a little something extra with each and every one of you lovely, beautiful people. And Daddy, too, of course."

Yang and Shujing started whispering to each other like a couple of excited children. Even Jang had a hard time making herself calm the girls down. Eventually, however, they quieted, and Master resumed.

"I'd like to have a wild time with each of the ladies tonight. Starting with Yang, who will fluff me like a good sissy ought to. From there, I'll be enjoying Shujing. After that, Jing. And to finish the night, even little Yao will have himself a special treat to remember the occasion by."

Jing gave out a bit of a moan, her eyes tilting up. She began squirming a little, her face turning red, as her imagination began to run wild. Yang, on the other hand, became flustered and combative, compared to her usual chipper attitude.

"That's not fair at all! I know that Shujing's already pleasured Master once today -- she bragged about it, rubbing it in my face over snap before I could get home."

"Now now, little Yang," spoke Master in his calming, soothing voice. "I want this to be a memorable experience for everybody. We're a family, after all. A team. No use fighting each other over Master. Understood?"

Yang pouted but yielded. "Fine. I'll trust you on this one, Master. Master knows best..." She suddenly sighed, gazing into space with heavy eyelids.

"That's my good girl."

Yao's mind wandered to his daughter's locked up clitty. A tiny little girly penis. He couldn't help but sympathize with her. Granted, in a manner of speaking, she had it worse. Early on, Master had rewired her mind and removed her ability to orgasm. He would tease her, even pound her brutally, edging her for hours, only to leave her feeling frustrated and squirmy once he had finished with her. With time, she had learned its importance -- sissy girls should focus on the satisfaction of real men over their own pleasure. With time, her willpower was fortified: alongside learning how to diligently and selflessly pleasure Master, her performance at work and in her community college classes rose to record highs. He still remembered the pride on her face when she turned in her report card and paycheck for the month.

But there was still a fundamental difference between the two of them. Unlike his sissy daughter, Yao was not to ever experience intimacy the same way she did with Master. Of course, it was all for the better. He couldn't imagine a better boyfriend than Master for his precious daughter Yang. And if that meant only receiving orgasms by his wife's strapon cock, or by riding a dildo while watching Master screw his lovely girls or.... Mh.....

His mind melted away into a cozy little puddle of bliss, snapping back only to hear Master's additional proclamations.

"But before we do that, why don't we enjoy some dessert? Daddy worked extra hard to make it for the four of us to enjoy, so make sure to eat it all up! Yao, get to it."

Master's moans started finally increasing in pitch -- the usually sign that he was close to climax.

The night was coming to a close -- like a perfected symphony, playing from start to finish just as it should. The ladies had all started by worked together to fluff Master in a semicircle on their knees. The girls took to either side -- Shujing on the left and Yang on the right -- to suckle his pure, Caucasian balls, while Jing throated his long, thick shaft.

After he had cum straight down his wife's throat and into her stomach, he turned to Yang and began to fuck her boy-pussy. He remembered how she had trembled, squeaking in her cute little voice, while feeling the rare and marvelous experience of his cum deep inside of her, rolling over her feminine little prostate.

Once he'd finished, he took Shujing and carried her to the bed to have his ways with her. It lasted for several hours, and various positions. Halfway through, he ordered the other girls to masturbate while they sat back and watched.

Finally, he took Jing by the hand and led her to the bedside. He lay down, and ordered her to ride him.

"Yao, come over here, on your knees. This instant. It's time for your special treat." Yao didn't even think. He just found himself on his knees, by the edge of the bed, looking up at the two in motion. He found his eyes staring up at his beautiful wife's wide hips bouncing up and down on Master's thick white cock.

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