Brad and Chad's Dad

Aaron was bent over the bed, taking pictures of his ass in the full-length mirror behind him. He was wearing slut red panties and a matching bra. His feet were freshly pedicured and his hands were freshly manicured. He had a long hot bath with candles while the boys were out at some dumb frat party. But it allowed the sissy in him to emerge fully. He was perfumed, primped, polished ... perfect. More days like this ... and Erin would blossom completely.

The door opened suddenly. Aaron yelped girlishly, trying to scramble under the sheets, trying to reclaim any measure of privacy. But it was unavailing. It was a man, not one of the boys, not Brad or Chad, though the resemblance was striking. He could have been the Marlboro man, chiseled jaw, lean and strong. He did a double take at the sight of Aaron, and then a triple take. Surprisingly, a wolfish grin appeared.

"My boys mentioned they had a femboy around here," he said, chuckling huskily.

"Your b-b-boys?" Aaron stammered.

"Mmmhm," the man said, looking over Aaron's budding breasts and round white ass. "Chad and Brad. You know them."

"Y-y-yeah. So you're their dad. Wow." Aaron looked at the handsome man.

"You know, I wouldn't have cottoned to this kind of perversion till I went to Thailand for a vacation after the boys went to college and after I divorced their mother. But Thailand opened my eyes a little bit. You're a pretty little bitch."

"T-t-thanks," Aaron stammered. He felt the older man paw at his ass. The man's weathered jeans were starting to tent with a powerful, masculine bulge. Aaron surrendered to the moment, reaching down and squeezing it gently.

"That's a girl," he said comfortingly. "What's your girl name, baby?"

"Erin," he squeaked, then repeating it in a more effeminate tone. The girl was coming out.

"That's a good girl," he said in that delicious drawl of his. "Erin. I like that. You can call me Daddy. You can do that, can't you Erin?"

Erin nodded wordlessly, then seeing him staring her down, gave in. "Yes Daddy."

"Good girl. C'mon, suck that Daddy dick. I know you want to."

Erin reached down, undoing her new Daddy's jeans. He was fond of briefs over boxers, the cotton distended from his erection. Erin pulled his cock out, admiring it. Long and fat, with a forest of salt and pepper curls at the base. Erin tied her hair back into a ponytail and knelt for him, starting to suck him off.

"Mmmm, fuck. My boys said you could suck, but this .... you know, those dried up hags in in my country club neighborhood can't suck half as good as you."

Erin flushed at the praise, redoubling her efforts, sucking him strongly, inhaling every bit of musk on him. He smoked cigars and drank expensive whiskey. He was a man, someone of distinction. Erin gagged on his cock, taking him to the root.

"Enough. I want that ass," he growled. Luckily Erin had cleaned herself when she had her bath, intending to play with some toys. But the real thing was always better, she thought, feeling ihm carefully lubricate her and himself, and then feeling the tip enter her, filling her ass channel. Her walls gripped it tightly, and she moaned loudly when it started to press against her prostate. She started cumming freely, strong jets of watery cum spilling out of her as she came onto the bed.

He chuckled hoarsely, fucking her expertly, even as her walls milked him so tightly. She'd had two more orgasms before she felt him throb as he peaked -- not bothering to withdraw as his strong frame pushed her down prostrate onto the bed, her legs kicking up as he unleashed his seed into her ass, filling her with what felt like weeks of seed.

He tugged out a cigar from his pocket, his cock still in her ass. He lit it up, making Erin take a puff. She coughed cutely, and he chuckled.

"I never got your name," Erin observed, the peak femininity draining off, but higher than it'd been the day before.

"Daddy," the man said, chuckling. Erin could hit him for teasing, but then she felt him start to harden again, and she knew she still had work to do.