On the couch.

You aren't sure who's more surprised when you sit on the couch instead of your dad's lap...your dad, or you. You just can't surrender so easily after struggling so hard to prove you aren't a sissy. Still, as you watch yourself on the screen, grinding greedily on your dad's hard cock, eagerly anticipating his finger, you are hard pressed to say she isn't a sissy.

"Like what you see?" Your dad is staring absent mindedly the screen, stroking his gloriously glistening shaft. You aren't exactly sure which view he's referring to, and you aren't sure which one is a worse idea to keep watching. His cock is like nothing you've ever seen...so huge, so thick, so perfect. It calls to you, you know deep down that it deserves to be pleasured...served... worshiped...

You **** yourself to pull your eyes off his cock and stare at the screen. It's not much help. The sissy succubus coos at you. You can see her glancing over her shoulder to get a good view of her Daddy's finger fucking her sissy pussy. You don't remember sneaking glances when your father was fingering you, but you were so horny you couldn't think straight.

Were you really this much of a sissy slut? You can't deny what your eyes tell you. She loved it...every sticky second. She's practically begging him to breed her sissy cunt, with her moans, her hot hands sliding over his sculpted frame, the way she coos and whimpers as she strokes his cock, the way she fucks his finger desperately. She needs this...you need this...

You feel your Daddy's cock rubbing against your face before you realize you've crawled over to it. You can't fight it any longer, and you don't want to. Trying and failing to be a man was always so hard, so painful. Sliding your tongue up your Daddy's cock, tasting his manly musk, wrapping your plump lips around his spongy cockhead...that's easy...and so pleasurable.

"I knew you'd come around, little sissy." You can't exactly disagree, and besides, it's rude to talk with your mouthful. You slide as far down as you can, not even making it halfway down before gagging. "Time enough to train your throat later, sissy. Now it's time to make you my little baby Bitch."

You squeal excitedly as your Daddy lifts you effortlessly onto the couch, your body flung over the back with your ass exposed helplessly...and hopefully. You coo as you feel your Daddy's fat cockhead **** its way inside your tight, virgin cunt. It spreads you like hot butter, melting around his cock, letting him sink deeper inside you. You feel every vein, every sizzling centimeter setting your body aflame. Your clitty throbs and squirts limply in your panties, your eyes roll back in your head, you drool dumbly and your body bucks back brainlessly on your new reason for living.

"See how much nngh better it can be when you surrender? How much nnng easier it is when you accept your nnnh fate? You are a gggrr sissy...a nnnh slut...a nnngh Bitch!" With every word, every thrust, every shuddery sissy squirt, you know in your heart that he's right. You keep cumming, keep drooling, keep bucking brainlessly. You've long since lost count of how many savage, sweltering sissygasms he's fucked out of you. The flames of your pent up passion swallowing you whole. You don't need to pretend to be a man anymore, you just need to be a Bitch.

"This is just a nnngh taste of what ggggh good Bitches nnngh get. Keep being a good nnnh Bitch and I'll keep nnngh FEEDING YOU!" Your Daddy floods your guts with hot, creamy cum. For the first time in your life, you feel the lost, empty part of you feels...fed. It's already leaking out of you moments later, and you realize regretfully that you will spend the rest of your life longing, doing whatever...and whomever it takes to keep getting fed. You are nothing more than your need now...and you already need more.

"So, Daddy, what's a sissy Bitch have to do to get seconds?"