Chapter 10

It’s Friday evening and I’m making out with my Daddy. Well that’s what he calls it anyway. What’s really happening is, Daddy Art is laying on the couch on his side watching television while I’m crunched in behind him with my face pressed between his thick, hairy ass cheeks kissing and licking his hole. I spend a lot of time these days with my tongue up this huge black man’s asshole, moaning and slobbering like a high schooler with a crush. Daddy loves our little make out sessions because it always gets him in the mood to fuck.

As usual he came home from working at the garage and didn’t bother to shower before stripping off his pants and directing me to give him a kiss. You would think by now I’d be used to the smell and taste of his fetid ass crack and taint but no matter how many times I find myself in this position, I still feel sick as I taste his ball sweat and ass slime.

I of course have to look my best when Daddy gets home even though I’ve been working all day cleaning the house and doing laundry. I divide my time keeping up with the housework here at Daddy’s house and across the street at what was once my house. I do all the cleaning for Master Jake and Mistress Beth, my former wife, as well as tend to their twisted sexual needs.

So today I’m dressed in a catholic school girl outfit consisting of a white button down shirt tied in a knot just under my huge, firm tits. A black vest with a patch which reads, “Property of Daddy Art’s School for Sissies”. Below that you’ll find a pleated, plaid skirt that’s way too short and shows off my butt cheeks which are obscenely split by a pink thong. A pair of knee high, white, silk stockings and black platform shoes.

My face is made up the way Daddy likes, heavy on the hooker red lipstick and pink eyeshadow. Thick eyeliner add to the slutty look and make me appear to be a young girl trying to look older. Daddy thinks this is funny as well as sexy.

I’ve been living here with Daddy for almost a year while my wife, yes we’re still married, and Master Jake live together in what is now his house. I was forced to sign over all of my positions to Master in a ceremony Mistress Beth called a Cuckold Wedding. Since then I’m considered Daddy Art’s girlfriend and must behave accordingly.

Which brings me to my current situation. I’ve been licking and kissing his asshole for over an hour and my jaw and tongue are killing me. Daddy doesn’t care at all about my comfort, he just lays there channel surfing and occasionally farting into my mouth. He chuckles every time and I do my best not to react as that will often bring about punishment.

I’m lost in my own thoughts while lapping away at this foul man’s shitter when I hear him speaking to me.

“So Blanca this will be a special weekend for you. In addition to working nights at the club you’ll be serving as a full time maid for Jake and Beth. You see, Beth’s father is visiting this weekend and in fact should be arriving soon. She told him all about your new situation and he can’t wait to spend some quality time with you. I didn’t realize how much the man hated you till Beth told me how eager he was to abuse his son in law.”

I was instantly mortified! To think Beth’s dad would see me like this? I was amazed these people could still find ways to humiliate me even after all this time. Daddy laughed as he heard me sniffle and felt the hot tears on his ass cheeks.

“I hoped that would be your reaction sissy” he said. “Now be a good girl and suck Daddy off then get yourself cleaned up and get over to your Master’s house. You have a long weekend ahead of you.”

Sniffing back the tears I crawled out from behind Daddy and moved around to take his long, thick cock between my smeared red lips. I began bobbing my head up and down while swirling my tongue around the massive head of his cock on each upstroke. I was a very talented cocksucker by this time as Daddy and Master made sure I had plenty of practice.

When I heard Daddy begin to moan I knew just what to do. I grasped his huge cock with my tiny right hand and began stroking it while capping the mushroom shaped head with my mouth. I continued swirling my tongue around the head while occasionally teasing his piss slit with the tip of my dancing tongue. Daddy moaned loudly and said, “Feeding time sissy” and I knew his thick load was imminent. The first blast hit the back of my throat almost choking me but I was too experienced with the strength of a black man’s orgasm and was able to swallow it quickly. Each progressive shot of thick, salty cum painted the inside of my mouth with its slimy texture and soon I was fighting to swallow it all without spilling a drop. I just managed to choke down the final spurt when Daddy said, “Ok sissy that’s enough. Go fix your face and get over to Master’s house. Your father in law will be here soon.”

I took a minute to lick Daddy’s cock clean before getting to my feet and sashaying my sissy ass to the bathroom. I knew how much men liked to watch a sissy walk away so I made sure to give Daddy a good show. He and Master had me on a special diet and exercise regimen which combined with certain illegal surgical implants, gave me quite a sexy figure. My hips and ass swayed hypnotically as I made my way to the bathroom to fix my makeup.

I left Daddy’s house full of terrified nervous energy. I was horrified at the thought of Dan, my wife’s father, seeing the new me. Despite the many humiliations I’d suffered since meeting Master Jake I was still able to feel embarrassment at my current life. I was a man once. Make no mistake, I was a man. Now I don’t know what I am. As I walk across the street I feel my tits bouncing and jiggling in a rhythm matched by my ample ass. Several surgeries, massive doses of hormones, and a rigorous training schedule have turned me into a sick fantasy, fuck doll for aggressive Alpha men. I feel the plastic cage that confines my tiny, useless, penis scrape against my legs as I mince across the street and feel nothing but shame at the thought of losing my manhood. I haven’t had an erection in over a year and the black monsters who own me like it that way. They say a sissy’s clit should always be limp even when she’s being fucked.

My face reddens at that thought as I make my way in the back door of my former house. I’m only allowed to use the back entrance or as my wife calls it, “The servant’s entrance.”

I enter the kitchen to find Master Jake and Mistress Beth sitting at the table drinking coffee. They both show their amusement at my attire and I’m again surprised they still find it funny after all this time. They just love the fact they were able to turn a man into the simpering, sissy, fuckdoll they see before them. I curtsey as always and tell them Daddy Art sent me over to prepare for a guest.

My wife laughs and says, “Oh you’re going to love this weekend Blanca, my dad will be visiting and I can’t wait to show him the new you. He always hated you and now I’ll get to see just how much.”

I blush and mumble, “Yes Mistress”, and lower my gaze to the floor. I know arguing will be no use and will only earn me punishment.

Master takes this opportunity to chime in with, “Now sissy, you know better than to dress that way in my house. Go to your room and change into your work clothes. Dan will be here soon and we want to make a good first impression.”

I said, “Yes Sir”, and quickly minced my way to my room. They call it my room but it’s really just a corner of the basement Master had me make up for myself whenever I spend time here. There’s an old twin mattress laying on the floor with a few boxes filled with my clothes and shoes. In the far corner of the basement sitting out in the open is a toilet with no seat. I have to use it any time I’m here and since I’m never allowed to stand, I’m always sitting on that cold porcelain rim.

As I began to get my clothes ready it occurred to me Master had called my father in law Dan. Could it be that Master already knows him? And they’re on a first name basis? How long had Beth’s father known about me? I began to fear what this weekend would bring.

I stood in front of the dingy full length mirror and changed into my work clothes. This consisted of a ridiculous French Maid’s outfit that never ceased to embarrass me. You know the look I’m talking about, a black uniform with white lace that showed off my ample cleavage. The skirt was extremely short with white lace ruffles that exposed my ass if I bent over even slightly. White lace panties barely covered my jiggling ass cheeks and the black thigh high stockings had a white lace fringe around the top of each one. I wore 6 inch black stiletto heels that I’d become proficient at walking in much to my shame and a frilly maid’s cap on my long, flowing, wavy blonde hair.

I fixed my makeup being sure to look as slutty as possible since that’s the way my wife and her lover like seeing me. I used the brightest red lipstick I owned to give my full “cocksucker lips” all the attention they deserved.

I was just finishing up when I heard the bell ringing from upstairs. Yes that old cliché. They had a small bell sitting on the coffee table they used to get my attention. Failure to run immediately upon hearing it resulted in a spanking from Master.

I quickly ran upstairs as fast as I could on 6 inch heels and presented myself to my owners.

Master laughed and said, “I still get such a kick out of this. I remember when you thought you were a man. You looked so silly in your big boy clothes. But now you look perfect my little sissy bitch. Are you ready to see my friend Dan?”

“Yes Master” I replied noticing his description of my father in law.

Just then the doorbell rang and Master smiled at me nodding toward the door letting me know I was to answer it myself. I steeled myself against this new humiliation and minced over to the front door opening it cautiously.

The laughter was immediate. My father in law stood outside looking me up and down laughing hysterically. He could barely catch his breath such was his enjoyment at seeing me in such a state.

I curtseyed and said, “Hello Sir, please come in”, which made him double over in laughter. He wiped his eyes and walked past me into the house as if I were nothing to him but a servant.

Dan was a big man standing at over 6 foot 4 and weighing in at a muscular 230 pounds. He was former military and had always scared the hell out of me. He kept his hair in a tight crew cut and wore fitted tshirts and jeans along with a pair of rugged hiking boots. He was a true man’s man in every sense. A fact I hoped would benefit me in that he may not want to abuse me sexually.

Without turning to look at me he said, “Get my bags from the car you little bitch while I say hello to my daughter and her man.”

I whispered, “Yes Sir”, and rushed out to the car as ordered. There were 2 small suitcases in the trunk and I carried them into the house straining at their weight. I’m sure they weren’t actually very heavy but the drugs and hormones had diminished what muscle mass I had into soft, sissy, curves.

I set the bags in the hallway and entered the living room to find everyone seated comfortably and chatting away. They ignored me for several minutes and I stood there shaking in humiliation awaiting further instructions.