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I spanked my wife again and fucked her harder.
The more she rubbed her clit, the louder Joanne's moans got.
"Yes, fuck me! Fuck me, Daddy!" She kept shouting.
I wondered who in the house could hear us!
"Cum for me, you black cock taking whore!" I shouted as I spanked her again.
"Oh Daddy! I'm so close!" Joanne screamed.
"Cum around your Daddy's cock that you've taken so many times! The cock you cheat on Steve with! The cock that turned you into a dirty, little, fucking whore!" I shouted, and that seemed to do it for her.
"FUUUCK I'M CUMMINGGGG!!!!" Joanne screamed at the top of her lungs.
Watching her entire body shake and twitch, her cunt clenching around the black stap-on, I nearly came myself without even touching my cock!
I never stopped fucking her throughout her orgasm, listening to her scream and moan non-stop, and I loved every second of it!
I had never given Joanne this sort of pleasure before, but part of me was happy to finally have done it, even if it was with someone else's cock.
When she finally stopped cumming, Joanne's body flopped onto the bed. She was completely still except for her chest heaving up and down.
"Did you enjoy that, slut?" I asked her.
"Mmm yes Daddy." Joanne whispered.
She was clearly so exhausted, she could barely move or speak.
"I'll get you a glass of water." I said, going back to my normal husband role.
"Thanks." She grunted back.
I took off the strap-on, holding it in my hands. It was covered and soaked entirely in her pussy juices. Looking at Joanne, whose face was planted in the bed, I couldn't help myself.
I brought the dildo head to my mouth and wrapped my lips around it. It was painful not moaning on this cock, even if it was fake.
I tasted my wife but also got the perfect feel of Callum's cock in my mouth. I bobbed on it only for a few seconds before putting it down and leaving our bedroom.
A minute later, I was in the kitchen as I poured some water into a glass, and a firm hand slapped and grabbed my arse from behind.
"I see you got your whore wife's new toy." Callum whispered from behind me.
My entire body was on edge as he lightly pressed against me. His big, hard cock pressed against my boxers from behind.
God I want him to fuck me.
"It was a surprise." I whispered back without moving.
His hand was groping my arse as he kept grinding his cock against me.
"From now on, you only fuck her with that. Your little cock doesn't go anywhere near her cunt." He whispered as his lips grazed against my ear.
"Yes Daddy." I actually moaned.
"Good girl." Callum whispered, holding himself firmer against me.
Feeling his big, hard cock against my arse, I couldn't resist.
"Will you fuck me Daddy, please?" I whispered, not caring how pathetic I sounded.
His other hand grabbed onto my other arse cheek, and he held his cock harder against me.
"You just fucked your wife with a dildo shaped like my cock... and now you want the real thing in you?" Callum asked, biting my ear lobe.
"Oooh god, yes Daddy, please I need it." I moaned back to him.
Callum grabbed onto my boxers and slowly pulled them down. I didn't move. I just let this black man, half my age, lower them until they dropped to my ankles.
Without saying a word, he pushed my legs apart, and then his hand landed on my back and bent me over the kitchen counter.
"We'll have to be quick and quiet. Your daughter is tied up and waiting for me." He whispered.
"Yes Daddy." I panted, lowering my face to press against the cold surface of the kitchen counter.
"Good thing I just fucked Melissa," Callum said as he parted my arse cheeks and pressed his head against my little hole. "I'm using your daughter's cunt juice as lube to fuck you."
"Oooooohhh fuck." I grunted and had to bite my lip to stop from moaning louder as his head stretched my tiny little arse and pushed inside of me.
I gripped onto the kitchen top as his cock delved deeper and deeper inside of me. Fuck I love his big, black cock in my tight, little arsehole!
Even though he'd fucked me for a while, my arse still felt fucking stretched as he pushed inch after inch into me.
Finally, his big, hairless balls rested against mine.
"Still fucking tight." Callum whispered and grabbed my arse cheeks.
"Oh god... I love your cock." I moaned back to him.
Callum instantly started to fuck me. Pulling his cock entirely out of my arse and slamming it back in. He really was in a hurry, and I did everything I could to stop from moaning.
Feeling his shaft sliding in and out of my stretched arse was perfect with his big, strong hands grabbing me. I loved it. I don't know how I went so long without cock in my life!
He silently fucked me like that, bent over the kitchen counter, and I loved every second of it.
"Please, can I cum, Daddy?" I whispered.
"Stroke that tiny little cock, you little cuck!" Callum laughed out.
I clenched my arse around him, wanting to please my owner as best as I could as I reached to stroke my own cock.
"Oh yeah, I'm about to fill you up, bitch." Callum grunted.
"Cum in me. Daddy. Cum in the arsehole that you own." I moaned back to him.
He grunted more and more, and I knew he was close to cumming, and so was I. I had no idea what I was going to do other than cover the cabinets in my cum, but I was too horny to care.
"Ooooh fuck!" Callum grunted and finally a shot of his cum filled my bowels.
"Yeeeeeessss!!" I moaned in a hushed voice as my own cock erupted.
I came so fucking hard it splashed against the cabinets and hit my leg, dripping down onto the floor.
My arsehole kept clenching around his cock, milking every last drop of cum as Callum slowed down on fucking me.
When he pulled out, I just remained bent over the cabinet, panting for air.
The fucking must've been less than ten minutes, but I was thoroughly satisfied.
I eventually stood up, but when I turned around, Callum was already gone, leaving me with cum leaking out of my arse and cum all over the kitchen floor and cabinets.
I cleaned it up as quick as I could, but when I got back to bed, Joanne was already asleep.
I got into bed next to her when an idea came to my mind on a way to stay Callum's favourite.
My Sissy Son
A week after I first fucked Joanne with the strap-on, I was sitting on the sofa when Callum summoned Jack to his room. Joanne was at work, and Melissa was out with friends, so I just sat there pretending to watch TV while really wondering if Jack was sucking Callum's cock or getting fucked by him.
I wasn't wondering for long, though. Ten minutes later, Callum shouted for me from upstairs.
In an instant, I ran up to his room, but Jack was not there.
"Come in faggot." Callum said.
He gestured for me to sit on the bed, and as I did, he stood over me between my legs. As I sat down, I felt a slight pain in my left arse cheek.
I couldn't help but look at his crotch, desperate to feel his cock in me. It had only been 2 days since I last gave him a blowjob, but I needed it again.
"How's the strap-on going?" He asked, his big, strong arms folded.
"Good, Daddy," I told him, "I've only used it 3 times, but Joanne seems to like it."
"Oh, she does, trust me," Callum laughed out. "Has she not said anything to you about it?"
"No, Daddy," I replied. "After we finish we just don't bring it up again."
"Fair enough." Callum said. I could see he was about to speak more, but I cut him off.
"I want to show you something," I blurted out, which got his attention. "It's a surprise for you."
"A surprise? What is it?" He asked me.
"You sit down. I need to stand up to show you." I told him.
We swapped places, and Callum sat on the bed while I stood about a foot away. Then, I turned and faced away from him and started to undo my trousers.
"Oh, I like where this is going." He said, laughing.
God I hope he likes it.
This was it. I pulled my trousers fully down to my ankles and bent over slightly.
There was probably only 3 seconds of silence, but it felt like an eternity. I felt stupid, embarrassed, and pathetic.
"Is that what I think it is?" Callum asked without a hint of how he felt.
Then his hand lifted up and gently held onto my left arse cheek.
"It is." I told him, trying to hide my panic.
His left thumb gently rubbed up and down my cheek, right over the sore spot.
"You got this on your own doing?" He asked.
"I saw it on Joanne's lower back," I admitted, still not believing I got myself tattoo'd with a queen of spades and his initials inside of it, "And I wanted one, too."
His thumb kept caressing my new and only tattoo, my way to show that I completely belonged to him.
"Well," He whispered, "I'm very, very impressed."
Thank god!
A smile erupted on my face.
"Thank you, Daddy," I said pathetically. "I hoped you'd like it."
"Oh, I do," He replied. "This proves to me that you are worthy of the reward I'm about to give you."
"Reward?" I asked.
Although his hand left my arse cheek, I remained in that position.
"Turn around and get on your knees." He ordered, and I instantly obeyed.
He kicked off his shoes and then pulled his socks off.
"You are definitely the most obedient and eager to please one of your family," he told me, "which is saying something."
"Thank you, Daddy." I told him.
I looked into his deep, brown eyes, and all I could feel was lust.
"Kiss my feet." He ordered.
What? I've never done that before.
Feet had never in my life interested me, it was one kink I didn't really understand. But I had the mantel of being his best slut, and I wasn't going to lose it now.
Without a second to lose, I pressed my hands against the floor and leant forward. I was in a praying position on my hands and knees as my lips pressed against the top of his feet.
Then Callum lifted his right foot into the air.
"Kiss it all over." He told me.
"Yes, Daddy." I replied.
It was just one more way to show how submissive I was for him, which I was fine with.
I planted my lips against his foot over and over again, occasionally sticking out my tongue to lick him and wanting to cover every inch. His ebony skin felt so soft to the touch.
"I've already informed little Jackie of what is going to happen," He continued as I licked the soles of his feet from top to bottom. "For being my number one whore, you are going to get him as your personal sissy slut."
To be honest, I didn't fully understand what he meant at that stage.
"Suck on my toes." He ordered.
I didn't say anything back. I replied by wrapping my lips around his big toe and sucking up and down on it like a cock.
"You both obviously still belong to me, and my word is law," Callum explained as I moved to the next toe. "But you will be allowed to use your son as much as you want. You don't need my permission."
"Really?" I asked with his toe still in my mouth. I was pretty surprised by this.
"You've earnt it," He told me, "but if I say you're not allowed to use him at any time, then obviously you can't."
"Mmm." I moaned in agreement as I kept licking and sucking his toes.
Then he lifted the other foot up and nodded for me to do the same to that foot. I instantly went to licking and kissing his soles all over.
"You have been more submissive, obedient and damn right sluttier than I ever expected," Callum complimented me... at least I think it was a compliment. "So you can use Jack all you want."
"Thank you, Daddy." I told him between licks.
The thought of fucking my son's tight little arsehole again already had my cock hard.
I kept licking, kissing, and sucking at his feet for another ten minutes until Callum stood up.
"Right, I'm heading out for a bit, but Jackie is waiting for you in his room." Callum told me.
"Yes, Daddy," I replied, remaining on my knees, "thank you."
And just like that, Callum left.
I waited until I heard the front door to the house close before standing up and pulling up my trousers.
Then I headed to my son's room.
"Jack?" I shouted from outside his door.
"Come in, Steve." He shouted back.
Opening the door, his main light was off, but there were a few candles lit around the room, filling it with quite a romantic vibe.
As the door finally opened, I witnessed my son... if you could call him that at this stage.
He was stood at the end of his bed.
He wore a long, beautiful, blonde wig. He had on a black, woman's crop top, a very short black skirt, and thigh high fish net stockings. I knew they were only thigh high as they stopped below his skirt.
My jaw opened wide as I stared at my son dressed like that, but the longer I stared at him, I realised he had a face full of make-up as well.
My son, my only son, had on red lipstick, big fake eyelashes, and enough make-up that he genuinely looked like a very pretty, very slutty girl.
In those clothes with his hairless, thin body, he could easily be mistaken for a girl. All he was missing was tits.
"Hi." Jack whispered.
Looking into his eyes it was obvious how nervous he was. Who wouldn't be having their dad see them like that for the first time.
"Did Callum make you do this?" I asked, my fatherly instincts actually taking charge. I didn't even call Callum "Daddy".
"No," Jack instantly replied which put me at ease, "I've been doing this for a few weeks now. I only told Daddy about it the other day."
"Okay, that's good then." I told him.
"You're not mad? Or disappointed?" Jack asked me, his hands nervously playing at his waist.
"Jack," I sighed. I felt bad for him being so self-conscious. "I could never be disappointed in you."
"So you don't mind, that I'm like this?" He asked.
"How could I mind?" I replied. "You look amazing."
His face instantly lit up.
"Really?" He asked.
"Come here." I told him.
I didn't realise it at first, but staring at my son like that, I was definitely turned on.
He slowly walked over, and I stared at every inch of his hot, little body. If I didn't know it was Jack under all that, I would've thought I was about to fuck some random slut.
Eventually he reached me, then I got a strong smell of his intoxicating perfume. He really had gone all out.
The very little bit of dominant side left in me took over slightly, and I grabbed my son's thin waist. I pulled him close so my hard cock pressed against him.
"You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?" I whispered.
His eyes darted across mine. His make-up was beautifully done and those lips... covered in a seductive, slutty red colour... I was done.
I didn't even let him answer before I leant down and pressed my own lips against his.
A second later, his small, feminine hands held onto my waist. When I went to push my tongue into his mouth, his lips parted and allowed it.
"Mmmm." Jack moaned in a high-pitched voice.
Fuck, I was horny.
My hands reached around and grabbed his arse cheeks from outside his little skirt.
"Who knew my son was such a sissy little slut." I whispered, reaching under his skirt to properly feel his arse.
"Mmm I know, I want to be a good slut for you." He moaned into my mouth.
"I guess I've got two daughters now." I told him.
"Oooh fuck!" Jack moaned back.
He had on a very thin thong, just finishing off his masterpiece. That did it for me, I was too far gone, and I knew I was about to fuck my son like the whore he was.
His little body pressed hard against mine, and our tongues pressed against each other constantly. He was moaning like a girl into my mouth as we felt each other up.
"Get on your knees, Jackie." I whispered into his mouth, biting his bottom lip before pulling away.
Jack's beautiful eyes stared at me for a moment as he breathed heavily, and then he lowered himself down.
I didn't have to tell him anything. He reached for my trousers and started to undo them straight away.
"Daddy told you that I can use you whenever I want now?" I asked.
"Yes, I was very happy to hear it." Jack replied as he pulled down my zipper.
"Good girl, I'm going to be using both your holes a lot." I told my own son.
He finally pulled down my trousers and gripped my cock.
"My mouth and cunt are yours to use anytime," Jack replied. "I'll be your freeuse slut."
Then, my sons, slightly smudged, lipstick covered lip wrapped around my throbbing cock.
"Oooh yeah." I moaned at the warm, wet feeling.
He was clearly as horny as I was because he swallowed my entire cock down his throat instantly, bobbing up and down like a proper whore should.
"That's it, Jackie. Suck my cock like the girl you are." I moaned.
I brought my hands down onto his head and felt his blonde wig for the first time. It felt so real, and it was firmly attached to his head.
When I looked down, his wig covered his face, and it looked like a girl was sucking my cock.
His lips wrapped tightly around my shaft, and his warm, wet tongue spread spit all over me. It was unbelievable.
"Mmm." Jack moaned.
His head was rhythmically moving up and down, a slight twist every now and again that just enhanced my pleasure. Then he brought his hands up and started to tickle and massage my balls. That was when I spotted he had painted his nails red as well.
"Fuucking hell." I moaned.
Standing there holding onto my son's wig, I pushed his head up and down my dick. He took it easily down his throat every time. I even started to feel his spit trickle down onto my balls.
"You like this?" Jack moaned between sucks.
"I do, you're such a good cocksucker." I moaned to him.
"Just like you." He said before moving down and taking my balls into his mouth.
"Fuuuck." I grunted.
He sucked both of my balls between his lips and then massaged them perfectly with his tongue.
For a while, he alternated between sucking my cock and licking my balls. My sissy son, pleasing his dad. It was perfect. But I needed more.
"Get on the bed and lie down." I panted out.
With one last suck, Jack did as he was told.
When he lay back and spread his legs, his short skirt rode up and revealed his thong, just about covering his small, hard cock.
I took off the rest of my clothes and knelt on the bed in front of him.
Gripping onto his thighs, just above his fish net stockings I spread his smooth legs wider. Then I grabbed his arse and lifted it up a little.
I pulled his thong to one side and buried my tongue into my son's arsehole.
"Oooh yes," Jack moaned like a girl, "lick my pussy."
"Mmmm." I moaned back, his tight little hole o smooth, so fucking perfect!
I devoured it! I ate his arse like I needed it to live. Shoving my tongue deep inside of him, gripping onto his thighs.
Jack's hands moved down and grabbed my head, pushing me deeper into his hole.
"Oh fuck... yes, I love it." Jack panted out.
I pulled back a little, staring at his spit covered hole that twitched in front of me. Then I spat directly on it.
Without saying a word, I pulled my myself up and on top of my son, the little girly whore.
"Kiss me." Jack moaned.
You fucking slut.
I grabbed his cheek and shoved my tongue down his throat.
"Mmm." Jack moaned as his legs lifted up and wrapped around me.
His calf rubbed up and down my arse, just playing with me as I made out with him. I needed to fuck him, and I no longer cared how messed up it was.
Grabbing onto my own painfully hard cock,I lined it up with his arsehole, and not once did we break our kiss as I pushed my dick inside of him.
"Fuuck." Jack squealed out.
"You're a good little faggot aren't you?" I moaned as I pushed the last few inches inside of his bare arse.
I knew Callum's cock had well and truly fucked him many, many times, but he still felt so tight.
