Wake up in the living room

I slept oddly—the pain of the new piercings fighting with how tired I was. When I finally woke in the morning, I had a pillow under my head and a blanket covering me. Dad was curled up behind me, holding me. I moaned as I remembered everything which had happened.

I moved Dad’s arm from me and rolled out from under the blanket, and went to the bathroom. I looked at my new clavicle piercings in the mirror, and they looked hot, but damn, did they still hurt.

I had a quick shower before heading back down to the kitchen. There, standing naked, making coffee, was my father. “Morning, I hope you feel alright about everything last night?”

He stepped over and handed me a coffee. “I’m so fucking turned on by it all. Are you seriously going to modify me?”

He smiled, “I think you would look adorable with a set of grafted horns for me to hold onto while you deepthroat me. Hold you there until you blackout.”

I moaned. “So this is for real. I agreed to be your ****, to be fucked by the group, surgically modified and,” I shuddered, “branded.” I noticed Dad’s cock getting hard again as I was talking, “Would you like some help with that?” I asked.

“Not yet. I was thinking that I would like to be fucking you when you call Mark to let him know what’s going on,” he explained.

I shuddered again, “My father will be fucking me as I tell my boyfriend I have agreed to be a ****, and he gets to brand me.”

He smiled, “That’s about the gist of it.”

I smiled, “I’ll get my phone,” I said as I walked back into the living room.

Dad laughed as I walked away, “So tell me, what are you most looking forward to?”

As I came back with my phone, I it my lip, “I can think of several things. But the idea of being surgically modified to be the perfect fuck slut is probably the one which turns me on the most.” I put my coffee on the bench and lay back across the dining table, “Come on, please fuck me, and I will video call Mark and let him know everything. I’m sure he will love the idea of him getting to brand me.”

Dad put his coffee down and rubbed his cock against my cunt lips, “God, you are so wet. I’m delighted I raised such a slut.”

As he pushed his cock head into me, I moaned and video called Mark. The screen turned on and showed him still in bed. “Morning, wait, are you getting fucked?” Mark asked as my body rocked with my father’s motions.

I nodded, “Yep, Dad is fucking me on the kitchen table, and I’ve agreed to a **** to a sex club.”

I turned the camera to show Dad’s huge cock stretching me wide. “Holy shit, your dad is hung,” Mark said.

“Let me see,” I heard Julie say. “Oh wow, that looks awesome.”

Mark laughed as I turned the phone back to me, “So what’s this about a sex club?”

“My family run a sex club. I’m going to get branded and be their **** to do whatever they like to me. I was hoping you would brand me and join the club?” I said. “You’d then get some say in how I’m modified.”

“Modified?” Mark moaned.

I nodded, “I’ll let Dad explain,” I said through clenched teeth as I shuddered in pleasure.

“Morning Mark,” Dad said, taking the phone, “Yes, we want to make Kimmie our perfect little slut. I know at least one member wants to give her extra tits, and I was thinking some horn grafts.”

I moaned and heard Mark moan as well. Then I heard Julie perk up, “Oh, Kimmie is going to get surgery to make her the perfect receptacle for her dad’s cock.”

“That’s the idea,” Dad said. “So what do you think, Mark? You want to join and brand Kimmie. Then you can come to parties and watch her get fucked by the group, her tits all swaying?”