Moon-Eyed Sissy

I wiped a healthy amount of semen up with two fingers and cleaned it off on my tongue. It tasted bad, but it felt good to eat it. While I was further experimenting, my phone began to ring, its screen lighting up, on the far cushion of the futon. Daddy picked it up without really looking and handed it to me. It was Katie. I turned the screen so that he could see it and he nodded. I answered the phone on speaker.

"Hi, honey." I said.

"I'm on my way home." She said flatly, not returning my "honey". I could hear the road noise in the background. "Did my Dad show up?"

I gave him a questioning look and, though he looked irritated by the sound of his daughter's voice, he nodded.

"He's, uh, here now." I said, and then, "He's been working on the plumbing."

"Finally." She said, and then hung up.

I shrugged, and stood up from my straddling position, reality setting back in. My father-in-law didn't get up, instead lying back uncovered on the futon while I cleaned myself up, my asshole feeling sore. I came by with a paper towel and used it to clean him as well. A sissy cleans up her messes, I figured.

"Listen," Katie's dad started, "you and my dumbass daughter owe me a lot of money. That's why I came over here today."

"What are you talking about?" I couldn't believe he was bringing up money while I wiped down his manhood, after what he'd just done to me.

"Backpay." He said. "For rent."

"We can barely pay the five-hundred..." I whined, halting my work. My voice was permanently stuck in girl mode, I noted. I'll have to do a boy's voice when Katie is here. My feminine tone didn't really convey the spike of anger I felt. "I can't fucking believe -- "

"Slow down!" He cut me off, holding up two open palms, and then after a moment, "Since you've been such a good girl, I think I'll be knockin' a hundred off right here and now. Maybe we can knock another hundred off, at some point..."

Oh.

I understood his meaning, and I pondered for a moment whether the implied arrangement would make me technically a prostitute, fucking my father-in-law to pay for rent, a hundred dollars at a time. The prospect of inserting that phallus into my sissy slit with regularity was daunting, and exciting. I flushed and bit my lip lasciviously as I met Daddy's gaze. I tried batting my eyes at the man again, and it felt right this time. Sexy. How much do we owe? I wondered, but I didn't ask. He could pick a number for all I cared.

"Katie's next shift is Friday." I offered, and Daddy smiled, running a hand through my hair as I knelt in front of him, moon-eyed.

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