Literotic asexstories – My Mom Is a Slut Ch. 04 by darkride,darkride Sandy couldn’t remember falling asleep, but when she next opened her eyes it was morning. Steven was again snoring softly next to her. Not wanting to wake him – not sure if she could even look at him after what had happened during the night, she slipped quietly out of the bed, feeling suddenly as if she were doing the walk of shame – out of her own bedroom. Sandy was immediately conscious of the fact that her pyjama bottoms were – not exactly dry. Casting a quick glance at Steven’s sleeping form, she ran her hand over the thin fabric, and then sniffed her hand. Oh yes, she thought to herself. Not pee, but a very musky scent of pussy.
Sandy became flustered remembering vividly the events of the night. For a moment she considered changing into some fresh pyjamas, but then – would she get changed right there with her sleeping brother ready to wake at any moment and see her? In the end she decided coffee would solve everything, and left the room as she was in just her cotton boxer bottoms and tshirt top, slipping quietly into the toilet to relieve her very full bladder. For a brief moment as she emerged from the toilet, she felt as though it was just like any normal Saturday morning. Not hearing any other noises, she thought she had the house to herself and wandered barefoot toward the kitchen.
It came as quite a surprise therefore when she saw Master Nathan sitting at the dining table, a cup of coffee in one hand, and iPad in the other. He was still wearing her father’s dressing gown. Sandy’s view of the dining table was obscured by the breakfast bar between the kitchen and dining rooms. As soon as she saw Master, he saw her, and put the coffee and iPad down.
“Good morning, Sandy” He said with a little nod of his head.
“Good morning,” Sandy replied, not sure how to handle chit-chat with the man who she had not long ago heard fucking her mother, twice.
“Sandy, I’m glad you’re awake. I owe you an apology for last night,” He said sincerely. “Please come, sit down?” He gestured to the seat next to him.
The fact that Sandy was standing in her kitchen conversing with the man who had fucked both of her parents the night before, whilst she was wearing pussy scented pyjamas made the young woman deeply regret not grabbing a dressing gown before she left her bedroom. Eyeing off the coffee machine forlornly, Sandy walked around the breakfast bar and started into the dining room when she suddenly came to an abrupt halt.
From her new vantage point she could see that her father was also in the dining room, or more specifically – he was on his knees underneath the dining table, directly in front of Master Nathan’s chair. Her view of her father was still obscured, but he was clearly naked, and as she stood there her mind could only come to one conclusion as to why her father would be in such a position – he must be sucking Master’s cock!
The teen felt as though she was frozen to the spot, her spine tingling like she had been shocked. “Dad!” she whispered.
“Sandy, eyes to me.” Master Nathan drew her attention back to him. “Don’t think about anything else. Come and sit down.”
It was impossible not to think about her father. Under the table. With his mouth around this man’s penis. Right there before her, even if she couldn’t see it – Master Nathan’s lap was hidden because of how he was pushed into the table. She couldn’t hear any – noises – to confirm her theory either. But, why else would her dad be under there?
“Sandy, sit down next to me,” Master repeated a little more firmly, before smiling softly as she stumbled forward and sat down at the table.
“Did you sleep well, Sandy?”
Master Nathan’s question caught Sandy a little off guard. She wasn’t expecting pleasantries. Instead, she was reminded again of what had happened in the middle of the night. Hearing her mother. Touching herself. Those smells. Laying frozen next to her brother. Her wet, wet fingers. As the images came to her mind, she felt sure the only reason that this man had asked that question, was because he wanted to know if she had heard them fucking. A little fire ignited in her. “Yes, I did. Slept like a log. Did you sleep well with my mom?”
Master’s lips curled into a smile at her response. “Oh, we did get a little sleep in. I like to make the most of my time when I am with your parents.”
“But not dad, you sent him to sleep in Steven’s room?”
“Yes I did, eventually, but we had some fun first! And, it is only a queen sized bed. Hmm, we may have to change that now.” Master said thoughtfully.
“So you just decide things for this family, and – it happens?”
Master Nathan smiled at the girl only one third of his age. “Sandy, your parents were looking for a Dom – a man who they could explore Dominance and submission with. As I said last night, I am not forcing either of them to do anything. I am guiding them, helping them to explore a world that intrigued and excited them. Your father isn’t under the table because I forced him under there; he is under the table because he enjoys submitting himself to me.”
The mention of slave aaron again brought Sandy’s eyes back down to the table, and what was under the table. Sitting where she was, she couldn’t see her father, but when her foot moved a little too far it brushed against his thigh, making it all very real. Sandy cast her eyes back up to Master and studied him. If her father really was under the table – which he was – and really was sucking Master’s cock right now – which she assumed he was – why wasn’t Master moaning, and groaning like in porn? Why wasn’t he responding? Surely guys loved getting their cocks sucked, right? Was her dad not good at it? Oh god, why was she really thinking that?
“Your mother also loves to submit to Dom men. I’m sure being the smart girl that you are, you know that your mother wears the pants in this house. But what she has wanted for a very long time was a man to take charge of her. To be able to surrender herself, and not be in charge. But, you already know that, don’t you, Sandy? As soon as your parents told you about Erin and I – you started investigating, didn’t you. You wanted to understand. You’re a very inquisitive young lady.”
Sandy wondered for a moment whether her parents had checked her browser history and reported to Master Nathan what she had been looking at.
“I am really hoping that you and I can become friends, Sandy.” Master Nathan broke her line of thought.
“Why?” she asked suspiciously.
“I enjoy spending time with your parents. I really do. I want to spend more time with them in fact, and they with me and Erin. Your parents had chosen to keep our relationship a secret from you and Steven, but now it’s in the open, I’d much rather you are both comfortable around us, than not.”
“And by comfortable… You mean – like having my dad kneeling under the dining table sucking your cock when I get up in the morning?” Sandy asked sarcastically.
“Yes,” was Master’s simple answer, with a wicked grin.
Sandy had no reply.
“Sandy, you seem more accepting of me and your mother, than you are with me and your father. Yet last night you said there’s nothing wrong with men being sexual together.”
Again Sandy opened her mouth to reply, but had nothing but thoughtful silence.
“Sandy, would you be able to do something for me? Could you please look under the table, and tell me if you can see anything on the floor, under your father?”
For a moment she just stared at Master as if to say – “You want what?” But her curiosity gradually got the better of her. She hesitantly bent and looked at her father, under the table. Her suspicions were immediately confirmed as she experienced a profile view of her father, her eyes immediately drawn to the union of his mouth on Master’s cock. Her father’s face was buried in Master’s lap, and Sandy could only guess as to how much cock must be in her father’s mouth. She noticed that her father’s hands were behind his back as he knelt there sucking. Sandy’s breathing became a little erratic as she came to terms with what she was witnessing. Casting her eyes lower, she gasped to herself as she saw that her father was wearing a shiny metal cage on his penis. The revelation was startling, though her research online had certainly exposed her to the concept of chastity devices.
This however was not what Master had asked her to look at, even if it was part of what he had obviously wanted her to see. Looking further down, Sandy tried to look under her father, but couldn’t immediately see anything. “I don’t see – oh…” she paused as she leaned a little further under the table, and finally understood what Master had desired for her to see. Underneath her father – directly under his caged penis – there was a puddle of clear fluid. Sandy did not know a lot about sex, but she had learned that when males are sexually aroused, they release pre-ejaculatory fluid from their penis. Her dad was leaking pre-cum whilst kneeling under the table, sucking this man’s cock – and there was a puddle of it.
Sandy sat back up, full of thought.
“Tell me what you saw, Sandy?” Master asked her.
The teen studied the man again. She knew he was manipulating her. Was she letting him do it?
“Dad is… excited.” she managed to say shyly.
Master gave her a smile, and reached out a hand about half way to her and put it on the table between them. “Our bodies show our excitement in many ways, but when we are really excited our bodies get ready for sex by getting wet. Last night, when I took your mother to the bedroom, her body was very wet. And then, when I came back and took your dad with me – he was also wet.” Master told Sandy. “They both look forward to when we can spend time together to fuck and play.” Master emphasized the expletive.
“But, dad is – caged. How does he – ” Sandy’s voice trailed off.
Master leaned closer to Sandy. “Your father accepted being locked in his cock cage as part of his submission to me not long after we met.”
“But – do you mean that – he’s been – he’s had that thing on him for – how long?”
After a moment’s thought, Master responded. “Almost 10 months now.”
“But he only wears it when he’s with you, right?”
Master shook his head. “It is locked, with a key.”
“Then – mom and dad haven’t had sex together for 10 months?!”
Master smiled. “They’ve had plenty of sex, Sandy – but no – not with each other. Does that upset you, Sandy?”
Sandy ignored the question as she had another of her own. “What about your wife? Does she and dad…?”
Master shook his head again. “No. The cage has only come off your father’s cock once a week so he can wash himself.” The experienced dominant tried to question Sandy again. “You think that’s mean of me – to lock your dad’s penis so he can’t enjoy sex?”
“Well, yeah. Would you let someone do that to you?!” she asked him, rather exasperated, and half forgetting that her father was right there in the room.
“I am not submissive. But you should know that cage doesn’t stop him from experiencing an orgasm. Just – a different orgasm.”
Sandy took his words in. She hadn’t given “gay sex” a lot of thought, and it certainly wasn’t something they’d spent more than a second talking about at school. It made sense after what she had heard the night before from the bedroom – Master Nathan having anal sex with her dad.
A question suddenly struck Sandy as she remembered the events of the night before. “Did you spank mom and dad last night?”
Master laughed aloud at the question. “Sorry – you are full of surprises, Sandy. Yes, I spanked them both last night. They were both being punished.”
“Why?”
“They know that when they present themselves to me, they are to be naked.”
“So you spanked them because they wore clothes last night.”
“Yes, 10 spanks each, and not nice ones; they made their asses quite sore.”
“Nice ones?” Sandy both guffawed dramatically, and blushed slightly.
Master leaned slightly closer still toward Sandy conspiratorially. “I can make your mother orgasm just by spanking her.”
The idea that being spanked could trigger an orgasm seemed completely absurd to Sandy. “Bullshit,” the teen vocalised without thinking. If her parents had been present she would have got a warning for swearing, even though she was 18. Then she remembered her dad was present.
“It’s true. Your mother didn’t believe me either, at first. I spanked her ass. Not the hard spanks like last night – softer ones, but many many spanks on her lovely round ass, spread out over her flesh, warming her up slowly, inside. Then her breasts.” Master Nathan grinned as Sandy winced. “Gentle spanks on your mother’s big breasts, on her nipples, making her flesh slowly turn pink like her ass, and both of them leaving her pussy wet. Then, finally, spanking directly on her pussy, light taps at first, then faster, and faster, firmer, harder as her clit continues to engorge with blood til she begs me to let her cum.” Master stopped, and gave Sandy a little wink as he saw the girl’s nipples clearly poking out against her pyjama top, her breathing coming in little jagged bursts.
Sandy felt very very small as she sat there, flustered and embarrassed at her reaction, as the idea of having an orgasm from a spanking suddenly seemed quite possible.
Master grinned.
“I could make you orgasm with just one finger, in just one minute,” Master teased playfully.
Sandy went to admonish him for the thought, but then decided better. She sat back in her chair and subconsciously moved a hand down her chest to rest in her lap. She felt her face flush as she admitted to herself that her pussy was tingling in her pyjamas.
Master stared into Sandy’s eyes. “Can I ask you, Sandy. Did you like the sounds your mother was making last night?”
For a moment Sandy’s mind went back to her bedroom, laying there touching herself, fingering her pussy as she listened to her mother being fucked by Master, and then hearing Steven next to her…. before she realised that he was talking about when they had been in the living room, and he had taken her mother to the bedroom.
He didn’t wait for an answer. “Did you like seeing her when I brought her back to the living room? You didn’t seem too upset by that? It didn’t make you leave the room.”
Watching her squirm, he allowed himself a little moan as slave aaron’s mouth squeezed on his cock. “Did you imagine… that you were your mother?”
Sandy’s eyes bulged at the proposal, the image Master was planting, the fact she had already considered it. She didn’t have to answer him, they both knew already, even if she was too nervous to admit it.
“Sandy, can I ask one more thing?” He locked his eyes on the young girl’s. “Do you trust your father?”
“Of course I do.” Sandy replied without any hesitation.
“Sandy, are you excited right now?”
Still Sandy found herself speechless, her mouth opening and closing without a sound. Nervously speechless and knowing the answers to all of this impertinent man’s questions.
“You don’t have to answer me of course – you are not my slave. But,” he paused, staring at her. “Just between you and your father, who you say you trust, open your legs, pull your pyjamas aside, let him see if you are excited – or not.”
“I couldn’t do that!” Sandy practically whispered back.
‘Why not?” came the simple reply.
“He’s my dad!”
“And? Has he seen you naked before?”
“Yes, but…”
“Are you 18?”
“Yes…”
“And you said you trust him.”
“Yes…”
“And he himself is naked, exposed, and leaking pre-cum on the floor.”
A nervous chuckle escaped her lips. “Yes…” The image she had just seen of her father under the table flashed back into her head.
“Just pull them aside, just a little, just for a second.” Master’s voice intoned.
Sandy pictured her father, under the table, on his knees, looking at her pyjama bottoms. She couldn’t see him of course, but her hand was already down there, fidgeting slightly with the leg of her pyjama bottoms. Master held her eyes in his as she sat there, clearly contemplating his suggestion.
They were interrupted as giggling voices came down the hall. Mistress Erin and slave maryanne were walking toward them, sharing some private joke as they emerged into the dining room. Mistress Erin was wearing a very sexy very short satin gown, whilst slave maryanne was naked except for her collar. They quieted as they saw the scene before them. Sandy moved consciously back from Master, flushing as if she had just been caught red handed. As Mistress Erin said good morning to her, Sandy hurriedly returned the greeting.
Only Sandy and her father knew that in that moment before the women arrived, she had exposed herself to him, to her own father, just for a second, and that the sight he had just beheld was that of a very wet, glistening, beautiful pussy, lightly covered in soft red hair. The puddle of pre-cum on the floor grew in size.
As Sandy tried to compose herself, her mother walked over and, bending over slightly, kissed her on her forehead, asking if she slept well. Her mom then gasped as Master’s hand found her pussy. Sandy watched her mother’s eyes close and her lips curl as his fingers teased her. After a moment he pulled slave maryanne onto his lap. He had closed his robe, slave aaron no longer sucking on his cock, but still kneeling under the table. With a smile, slave maryanne used a foot to give her husband’s cock a little rub. “Morning sweetheart,” she lilted with a smile, as if it was totally normal for her husband to be underneath the table.
“Good morning, Master’s slave,” Came slave aaron’s reply from under the table, along with a low moan at his wife’s intimate touch. It was the first words that Sandy had heard her father speak that morning. “Good morning, Mistress,” came another greeting from the slave under the table. “Good morning, sweetie,” he added lastly to his daughter.
“Clean up down there, little one, and then you and slut can start breakfast.” Master again used the ‘little one’ name that Sandy had heard the night before, as well as calling her mom a slut, making her brow furrow. She looked at her mom and saw her face was a little flushed at being called a slut in front of her daughter. Sandy couldn’t resist quickly peaking under the table, and saw her dad licking his pre-cum off the tiled floor.
“Sandy, go and wake up your brother. Then we can all eat breakfast together.”
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When Sandy walked into her bedroom, she paused. Every step she had taken from the dining table to her bedroom had left her fully aware of just how slick her pussy lips were after her conversation with Nathan. Master Nathan. Before waking her brother she wanted to make sure her arousal wasn’t too obvious on her already damp pyjamas. Satisfied, she cast her eyes from her clothing to her brother, laying on his side with the sheet half over him, his bare chest exposed. At some point in the night, he must have taken off the singlet he had been wearing. He looked so peaceful. Moving closer to the bed, she stopped as Steven suddenly rolled onto his back, the sheet pulling off him. Sandy’s eyes were immediately drawn down to his boxers – her brother’s cock had poked out of the flap at the front, and it was standing very tall and proud!
For a long moment Sandy just stared at her brother’s cock in the morning light that was spilling in around her curtain. So that’s what a ‘morning wood’ looked like, she thought. Her parents sometimes joked about that phrase, and now she’d seen what they meant. That’s what it must have looked like last night in the dark, next to her – so hard and erect… before he – did he cum in his boxers? Or was it out in the open and he came on his chest? Sandy made a little moan as she felt her pussy get wetter yet. Just how wet can this wet pussy get?
“Why don’t you take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Steven muttered sleepily as he adjusted himself, casually slipping his penis back inside his boxers.
“Oh god! I – I – I’m sorry, Steve! I just – Oh God! It’s time for breakfast!” Sandy couldn’t look her brother in his eyes as she turned and fled the room!
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A short while later Master Nathan, Mistress Erin, Sandy and Steven were all at the table, with the guests seated at the head and foot, and the youngsters at the sides. Before emerging, Steven had slipped his singlet back on to offer himself some modesty in front of their guests. Whilst he sat at the table however, Steven found himself carefully inspecting the older couple, deciding correctly that they were both naked under their dressing gowns.
After an initially cold reception to her brother’s arrival at the table, Sandy couldn’t help herself, having to share with her brother the news about the cage on their father’s penis. Surprisingly, he didn’t seem all that surprised. After some discussion he admitted having seen “something” a few times over the months, not to mention wondering why his father had become so keen on avoiding urinals at public restrooms, instead choosing to always use a cubicle.
The still very naked slave maryanne and slave aaron finally emerged from the kitchen with food, placing it in front of each person in turn, before standing awkwardly near the breakfast-bar between the kitchen and dining rooms, much as they had the night before, although then they had been clothed. Unlike the night before, this time Master did not invite the slaves to join them at the table, and the couple stood awaiting further instructions.
Master had a question. “Can you help me, Sandy?”
The young lady was still very unsure about everything that she was learning, but she knew that what she did want was for her parents to be happy, and trying to be accepting toward their new ‘friends’ seemed the best way to do that. She offered a hesitant “Yes?”
“You choose – should your father kneel under the table in front of me again, like when I was drinking my coffee, or in front of Mistress Erin?”
Steven had also been brought up to speed about Master’s accoutrement to his morning coffee… though neither sibling appreciated that this was a regular meal-time event to have their slaves pleasure them sexually under the table whenever they dined with the kids’ parents – at least, except when in public. As insane as the question felt to be asked of her to decide, Sandy still found herself pondered it. If her dad actually did like sucking cocks… maybe she should let him do what he liked? She felt everyone’s eyes on her, including those of her father.
“Um well, maybe just – stay the same as before?” Sandy pondered. She wondered how her mother must feel watching her husband sucking a man’s cock. Or how she would feel seeing him giving oral pleasure to another woman. “No, swap!” She blurted out, flushing a little at making such a decision.
“Slaves, under the table.” Master directed, as the kids realised it wasn’t just slave aaron that the decision was effecting. The two slaves crawled under the table as their children watched, slave aaron in front of Mistress Erin, and slave maryanne in front of Master Nathan. Sandy eyed her brother as their unseen parents began oral duties on their Master and Mistress. Unlike earlier, they could all hear distinct noises coming from under the table as the slaves began pleasing their owners. The older couple continued to find small talk to engage the siblings, as Sandy noticed that her father’s attentions toward his Mistress seemed to have a greater effect on her than he had had earlier on his Master; Mistress Erin was clearly enjoying her father’s tongue as she talked and ate, to the point that she occasionally cooed out “Good boy” to slave aaron.
Once Master and Mistress had finished their breakfast, the two slaves were invited to join them at the table and have their breakfast. Sandy and Steven both gave their parents a number of sideways glances as they emerged from under the table. Before disappearing to fetch their food however, Master ordered the two slaves to kiss. Sandy and Steven watched on as their parents exchanged a kiss, something they had seen a million times before, even passionate kisses on occasion, but this time knowing their mouths had just been orally pleasuring their owners.
To the kids amusement, the two slaves then sat on the laps of their Master and Mistress. Whilst seeing their mother sitting on Master’s lap appeared very sexual, somehow their father sitting on Mistress Erin’s lap had a more comical tone to their eyes. Despite the fact they were now sitting at the table with their naked parents, it felt almost tame considering what they had just been doing under the table. Although mostly out of sight, it was obvious that both Master and Mistress were toying with their slaves’ genitals under the table as they tried to eat.
When the slaves had finished their breakfast and cleared the table, Master produced a leash and attached it to slave maryanne’s collar. “Are you ready for walkies?” he asked her.
“Yes please, Master, i’m busting!” came slave maryanne’s frank reply to a question that left the two teens confused. This lead to Master Nathan’s next question.
“Can you help me with something else please, Sandy?” he asked her sincerely. He held up a second leash. “My slaves have not been allowed to pee yet this morning.”
Sandy’s brow furrowed as she considered how long it had been since they had woken up; she always had to urgently pee as soon as she woke up. Before Master could continue, Sandy blurted out – “I can’t exactly pee for them?” She smirked a little.
Master all but ignored her comment. “Can you bring your father out to the back yard for his morning walk.” He handed the leash toward Sandy, who recoiled from the offer.
Watching on from the table, Steven was mostly staring at his naked mother. Mistress Erin slid into the chair beside him, and put a hand on his thigh. She could feel the tension in the fabric of his boxers.
“You want me to take my dad walkies like a, a dog?” Sandy asked, a look of both confusion and some revulsion on her face.
Master placed the collar into Sandy’s hand until she took it hesitantly from his fingers. The fact that she accepted it was all Master needed.
“Yes. They are both getting quite uncomfortable now, if you hadn’t noticed. A good Master is mindful of his slaves’ comfort.” He tugged on slave maryanne’s leash, and she lowered herself down onto all fours, like she had been the previous night.
Sandy let her eyes rest on her naked father. Her eyes were drawn to his metal-caged penis, pondering the fact that his bladder must be ready to burst, before she looked up to his face. “D-do you really want me to…”
“It is not his place to approve or disapprove, Sandy.” Master informed her. Turning to his slave, he asked, “Do you need to pee, little one?”
“Yes, Master, please may i pee, soon?” slave aaron almost pleaded, trying not to look at Sandy, even though his words were clearly for her.
Sandy bit her lip. “I don’t have to – hold him while he pees or anything – do I?”
Master laughed. “No, just bring him outside for me.” With that, he walked slave maryanne to the door, and stepped out with her into the back yard.
For a moment Sandy stood awkwardly considering what she’d been asked to do.
“It’s ok, sweetie,” slave aaron whispered, trying to comfort her.
“Quiet slave,” came a quick reprimand from Mistress Erin.
Making up her mind that her dad needed her help, Sandy found the end of the leash, and fumbled a little as she attached it to the D ring on her father’s collar. When Mistress offered to help her, Sandy admonished her with an “I can do it.” Following Master’s lead, she tugged on the leash, and watched her father move down onto his hands and knees. She had a sudden flashback to being a little girl, going for a ride on her father’s back as he played a horse for her. This was a very different game, she thought to herself, as she lead him outside.
Still sitting at the table, Mistress’ hand was now resting fully over Steven’s boxers, her fingers gently squeezing his cock. “Now young man, tell me about last night…”
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In the secluded yard Master and slave maryanne were waiting. As Sandy and slave aaron appeared, Master said quietly to his slave, “See, I told you,” before calling out “Bring the little one over here.”
Sandy walked her dad around the pool to the nice soft lawn. It was a surreal sensation to be walking in her own back yard, the warm morning sun on her face, with her naked dad crawling next to her on a leash like a dog. Master’s warm smile greeted Sandy, and he thanked her for helping him. He then gave a tug on slave maryanne’s leash to get her already undivided attention, and gave the command, “Pee.”
Stepping back a little apprehensively, Sandy watched on as her mother stepped around a little to find a good position, opening out her back legs, and quickly unleashed a wild stream of yellow pee onto the grass below. Her mother, member of her school’s PTA, woman who taught her to be mindful of accidental flashing, was peeing like a dog in their back yard. Try as she obviously did, some of the pee was clearly splashing on her thighs and legs, but the relief she felt at emptying her bladder overcame that embarrassment.
As the stream of pee splashed eagerly out of slave maryanne’s exposed pussy, a long moan of relief slipped from her lips, until Master called “Stop.” Sandy watched, surprised, as the flow of pee halted to a few dribbles as a look of intense concentration came over her mother’s face. Master smiled, reaching down and rustling his fingers in his slave’s hair. “Good girl. Let it go again,” he told her, and again the pee rushed out of her urethra as her daughter and husband both watched. Finally the stream dwindled to a few drops, and finished. As if just suddenly aware of what she has just done, slave maryanne’s cheeks flush ed as she smiled nervously at her daughter.
Sandy couldn’t help but look at the ground and watch the puddle of pee, if just to make sure it wasn’t running in her direction. The leash in her hand reminded her that at the other end of it was her increasingly desperate father. Chewing her lip, Sandy shook the leash a little. “Go on…” she hesitantly instructed her father.
Master held slave maryanne’s leash a little tighter, and showed Sandy – “First you get the pet’s attention.” He gave the leash a tug. “Then you give the command – ‘Pee!’.”
Instinctively at hearing the command slave aaron’s cock began to dribble pee as he tried hard to hold it. Nothing could have prepared him for this; having his own princess holding his leash and walking him around in his own back yard, and about to command him to pee. Chewing her lip, Sandy toyed with the end of the leash. “Ok, um…” She pulled the leash tighter, and then tugged, making her father almost lose balance. “Oh sorry, dad!” she said hurriedly. “Ok, sorry, so – Pee, daddy.”
A little awkwardly her father lifted one of his legs into the air, and – for a moment nothing happened. Thinking she had done something wrong, Sandy repeated the command. “Pee!” As her father continued not to pee, Sandy couldn’t help but bend to see her father’s caged cock, which was bouncing a little under him. Seeing his daughter’s concerned face, slave aaron closed his eyes, his nervous bladder not finding it any easier with her staring at him.
Master’s patient but firm voice interceded. “Open your eyes, little one. Look at your daughter and obey her command as if it were my own.”
“Yes, Master,” came slave aaron’s strained reply.
Sandy realised her father was struggling to pee in front of her, even though toilet doors never stayed more closed or off limits than bathroom doors in their house. She had seen and heard her father peeing regularly all of her life, even if it was usually only ever from behind and not explicit. Frowning in thought, Sandy suddenly barked out “Pee, now!” at her father.
Finally slave aaron began to pee. The cage around his cock caused the strong yellow stream to spray, and Sandy found she couldn’t take her eyes off her father’s erupting cock. She felt Master Nathan and her mom watching her as she stared at her urinating father. She wasn’t sure why, but knowing they were watching, she felt the urge to try something. “Stop!” she practically yelled. Her father, with some great difficulty, stopped his stream and looked up at his daughter, clearly embarrassed and desperate to continue. Master smiled from ear to ear.
“Pee.” Sandy ordered, and her father started to pee again. “Stop!” And he stopped. “Pee!” Sandy giggled at the insane situation she was in, and the power she suddenly felt she had over her father’s most basic bodily function.
A hand rested on Sandy’s shoulder. “With great power comes great responsibility.”
The quote was lost on Sandy.
With great relief, slave aaron finished peeing over his neatly manicured lawn, for not the first time in his once mundane life. Whilst the yard was secluded, he had wondered on many occasions over the past months what the neighbors may have heard, and wondered. And he knew it was always possible someone could look over the fence if they wanted to badly enough. The compromising situations he had found himself in since submitting to Master seldom felt as intense as in his own back yard.
“Good boy. Ok little one – clean the puppy.” Master instructed Sandy’s father. For a moment he hesitated, his face beet red at having just peed in front of his daughter, now unsure whether he could perform this last step, even if he had done it for Master many times. But knowing better than to resist, he crawled over to his wife, and started to lick the salty tang of his wife’s pee-wet pussy lips, licking up the droplets that had remained after his wife had relieved herself. Knowing that Sandy was watching him made his cock ache inside his cage as he moved on to licking his wife’s thighs, too, making sure she was clean.
Master studied the expression on Sandy’s face. She had seemed quite excited before, but was clearly unsure about watching her father licking up her mother’s pee. He turned to the clean slave maryanne. “Clean the puppy,” he simply commanded, and without hesitation Sandy’s mom began the same process, however her job was a little impeded by the metal cage around her husband’s cock. Licking at it first, her face pressed under his belly, the scene still clearly confused their teen daughter, however also caused her a little mirth watching her mother now having to clean her dad up.
“Urine is sterile, Sandy.” Master explained. “As long as the person peeing is healthy, and the pee is consumed before anything can breed in the open air, it is completely safe. I am not asking your parents to do anything dangerous.”
Sandy glanced around the yard. “So long as the neighbors don’t see…” she said, peering at the high fence.
Master grinned. “Well, nothing has happened so far, and we’ve played quite a few games out here.” They watched as slave maryanne licked and licked at her husbands caged penis, and down his legs, using her tongue to mop up the mess of pee that he had made pissing out of his cage.
Once the puppies had cleaned each other, Master Nathan stepped over and gave slave aaron a pat on his side. “Good boy. Good boy!” He reached under the slave and gave his caged cock a little rub, which Sandy saw immediately made her father’s back arch. Still holding her father’s leash, Sandy stepped back a little watching the male – male interaction. She could see Master’s thumb was rubbing over the tip of the cage, clearly causing a strong reaction in her father.
Almost as if she was a jealous puppy, slave maryanne pressed her face into Master’s other hand. He chuckled, and redirected his attention to her. “And you were a good girl too, weren’t you, slut!” He gave her a pat too, and then reached under and Sandy watched as he pinched one of her nipples, immediately eliciting a gasping moan from her mother. Bringing his hand back up, he firmly ran his hand down the slave’s back, repeating what a good girl she was.
His hand rested on her ass, enjoying a little grope before he let a finger slide between her pussy lips and momentarily teased her clit. Although her husband had just licked up her pee, her pussy was wet from her pussy juices. Sandy stood awkwardly watching as she was reminded that this man seemed to have complete control over her parents. And that seemed to make them both horny as all hell.
“Now, did you mention a farmers market, slut? Let’s go check that out.”
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