How It Started

When I was a boy I would steal my sister's bras and underwear. After football games I'd wear them and masturbate into the morning hours while my family thought I was playing videos games. My parents hated my videogames especially my father. He said it was a waste of time and I needed to focus on football to get that scholarship. I never told them that almost every hour I was allegedly playing games was really spent dressed up as a girl and fantasies of being fucked by the football team. I eventually landed that scholarship and enrolled in state college.

My mom passed away the day before I turned nineteen. I was leaving for school that summer so my dad had to take off work to drop me at school. A rough man, that spent all of his time both at work and at home being nasty and tough. It was going to be a "great" trip. I pictured a tuck and roll drop off in my head.

In the days before I left for school I packed what I thought I needed. The last things I packed were my girl clothes, some makeup and toys. It seemed almost impossible to have and entire suitcase of girls clothes. I felt so drawn to the satin, silk, and lace in the beginning. Now when ever I was alone I would dress the part as a girl. Head to toe makeup and all.

After my mom passed I grew my red hair out to my shoulders my father hated that. He'd always say I looked like a sissy. (That's the point dad) But he equated that to my mom passing and said I'd "grow out" of the hippy stage after I matured some. I was just glad I had to report before my roommate. football started three weeks before school and I had to report a month in advance for conditioning.

Finally the day arrived and my father and I drove the whole trip without talking. When we arrived the Resident Advisor showed me to my room and provided a dolly so we could move my stuff. Dad insisted on helping and we lugged the stuff to my room. Not much was said between us. When we finished he said "need anything? call!" Then we awkwardly shook hands. As he turned to leave he stumbled over the bags. Sending them crashing to the floor.

The only one that opened was the only one dad never should have seen. There was makeup, skirts, bras, panties, and worst of all dildos strewn over the tile floor of the dorm room. Dad quickly slammed the door shut as I stood there slack jawed. He just stared at me. Then we both startled as the RA knocked at the door "everything ok in here?" Came his voice as he started to open the door. My father quickly stepped in front of the crack and held it to a minimum.

With dad blocking line of sight I quickly picked up my things. He told the RA it was fine and to please excuse us. As my father closed the door I hear him do the oddest thing...he was laughing. I just stood there arms full of panties and bras and hands full of lip stick and eyeliner. "Well I guess this explains why your sister always needed clothes. I guess it's better than what your mom and I feared. We thought she just whored herself around and lost all those frilly things." He said in a voice that seemed softer now. "Have you been a Faggot all your life?" His voice was soft except for that word "Faggo!" It cut like iron.

I tried to speak " ye..yeah...yes sir" I wanted to cry and it showed. I know my eyes were watery and my pale white skin was blushed. As I stood there I watched my father reach out I thought he was going to hit me. I expected pain. In anticipation I closed my eyes and began to weep. But instead of pain my dad's arm wrapped around me and held me. Great big and strong I felt safe.

He stroked my head to comfort me and his powerful hands felt so gentle. He spoke softly "Taylor your secret is safe here. Only you and I know and I'm not telling anyone." I was relieved. After a few long minutes he let me go and held my shoulders he shook me and stooped to make eye contact. "Now show me!" He demanded.

"Wh...what?" I stuttered. "

Show me what you look like all dolled up you little Faggot!" I just stood there and stared at him. "Hurray up Faggot or I'm going to get rough!" He let me go and sat in the desk chair. I was crying and shaking but not because I was scared. It was excitement and anticipation. I quickly slipped off my boys clothes.

My dad laughed when he saw me. I don't know if it was because my hairless pale skin looked frail or my tiny cock that resembled a clit. "Well you definitely are equipped for this sort of thing" he scoffed. I was horrified and it was making me shake more.

I pulled on a pair of cheeky satin and lace panties, yellow with polkadots and the matching bra. My dad just sat there smiling. I found my favourite turquoise skater dress and white petticoat and slipped them on. "There! Are you satisfied?" I asked.

"You're not done. When your mom got dolled up, she wore makeup!" He said with a scowl. So I commenced to putting on lipstick and eyeliner. I had to stand awkwardly close to my dad. Leaning down in to the mirror because he was in the only chair. He just watched.

"Do something with that mop of hair too. Faggot! And clean up the rest of this mess!" I pulled my hair into pigtails and turned around to clean up. As I cleaned the stuff off the bed my dad said "do you have shoes? I bet you do have Faggot shoes!" And I did white thigh high patent leather spike heels. I bought as a "gag" at Halloween. That's what the guys thought anyway.

I sat on the bed and pulled the heels on. I was face to face with my dad who was smiling ear to ear at this point. "Taylor your mom never looked like that!" He said softly and with a hint of flirt. I quickly stood up and began to pick up the rest of the stuff he had spilled on the floor.

I finished and dad was still sitting in the desk chair, staring at me. He slowly stood up and grabbed my wrist his hand was so strong he pulled me closer to him and he wrapped an arm around my waist. I could smell his manly Oder. It was intoxication at first sent. I tried to pull away "dad what are you doing?"

"Just relax Taylor. Let go and relax." His strong hand had found its way to my ass and he squeezed it firmly. I opened my mouth to ask him to stop and he shoved his tongue into my mouth and kissed me a kiss of carnal passion. Left hand on my ass and right hand on my chest he slowly pushed me to the bed.

"No dad please?" I managed to sputtering out between kissing him and him kissing me. He stopped caressing and kissing me

"I'm not your father your mom was never married to your dad. He took off when you were born. But if you want to stop" he tried to pull away but this time I just clung to him. As he sank back down on top of me I felt his cock hard in his jeans.

I swung him around to the edge of the bed and knelt before him as I undid his jeans and slid them off I could see his rock hard cock in his white briefs. I hesitated and he said "Don't stop now. You're doing great." This was the only time this man had ever praised me. I pulled he briefs down and as I did his cock sort of flopped into my face. I had never seen anything like it. Wide , long, and huge veins running along the top and bottom.

My mouth watered. As I took it in my mouth I looked up at him and we made eye contact. I could tell he liked it and I took all 8 inches to balls deep. Just like I practiced at home. I was really going to town now and climbed onto the bed. My face buried in his crotch. my ass sticking up and I know he could see my yellow polkadot panties under my frilly petticoat.

He started to massage my ass. He slipped a finger in my panties and caressed my asshole. He then pulled me on top of him and as I ate his cock he tongue whipped my asshole with my panties pulled aside. After what seemed like an eternity I could feel his cock throb and grow in my mouth as he bucked his hips up into my face his cock bottomed out in my throat.

He shot his load of cum hard and I tried to contain it as it flowed down my throat and some of it came out of my nose. There was so much to swallow but I could not pull away he was holding my head down. And moaning like a cow. When he finally stopped it felt like I just drank a milkshake. His cum was thick and smelled with a strong hypnotic smell. I had tasted my own before but his, his was different his was manly.

When he let go the back of my head I gasped for air "Fuck me that was amazing!" I said loudly as I rolled onto my back next to the man I knew as my dad.

"I plan on it." He said as he stroked my hair.

"Plan on what?" I questioned.

"Fucking you Faggot. I'm going to fuck the last shred of man out of you right now!"

He was on top of me again. Between my legs pushing them up on to his shoulders. My ass was exposed and he had pulled my yellow panties down to my knees. Looking at his face he was so sensual and yet forceful I was mesmerized. I could smell his cum still. It was the smell of sex, a man's musk. He was an alpha male and I was prey.

My asshole was still moist from his tongue whipping. And his cock was still dripping spite and cum residue. He was rock hard and he was pushing into my asshole. The tip stretched my asshole open and he eased in slowly. I gripped the bed and moaned out just then he slammed balls deep and began to pound my asshole it was so unbelievably hot.

I could feel every inch of every stroke. He looked me in the eyes as he fucking pounded my boy pussy. His look said he was the master and my moans said I was his bitch Boy. And he stopped and kissed me passionately and then whispered in my ear. "I'm going to fill your Faggot ass with my cum. Then you will be a real girl."

"Pl...ple..please daddy do it!" I moaned out as he rammed his cock it to my asshole balls deep. His balls slapped on my ass and he shuddered. I could fill his load explode inside of me like a cork from a bottle. Wave after wave of pure alpha man seed filled my ass. In that moment I knew I was a bitch fuck toy doomed to take his seed forever.

As he pulled his cock out of my ass I could feel his cum slowly try to ooze out I tried to clench my asshole to keep as much as possible inside me. My ass was gaped so big it started to run out. My dad pulled my panties off and stuffed them half in my ass hole. "There now you can keep it all in you. Whore!"

He stood up and made his way to the bathroom it was attached to the next room over too. I lay on the bed with my legs spread wide and panties stuffed in my cumfilled ass.

"Hey slut come here!" Came my dad's voice from the bathroom. I pulled myself up. My legs still quivering I made my way to the bathroom. My dad was standing there half limp dick in hand by the shower stall. "Get down there." he marked with a nod to the shower stall.

"Again?" I said as I obeyed. I knelt infront of him. As I took his cock in my mouth. He began to piss. He grabbed my head as I tried to pull way. "No you whore you like cock and piss comes from cock! Drink whore!"

And I drank his piss untill I could feel my belly sloshing. It was bitter and delicious. I didn't spill a drop. loved it.

He finished shook the tip of his cock in my mouth and went into my room to get dressed. I slowly walked back into my room. As I turned the corner I heard my dad speaking to someone. As I looked up he was talking to the RA.

The RA was a larger man well built and gorgeous. He was holding a tube of lipstick as he told my dad it had rolled into the hall earlier and he wanted to return it. I just stood there in my turquoise dress and white petticoat, yellow polkadot panties half stuffed in my ass dripping with cum smelling of sex and piss wearing my thigh high sex boots.

I didn't run and I didn't care. I knew my place. My place was with my daddy. And what ever he tells the RA was ok.