I pulled my father's pantyhose down to mid-thigh and gave him a quick deep-throating, just so I could enjoy the taste of dick that had sweated in tight nylons. As usually happens, the nylons had rubbed all his pre-come into his dick, giving it a sweet-salty-sour taste that reverberates on my tongue as I slurp it up. His wig and false breasts bounced as I gave him what for. But before he could even begin to think about coming, I was off his dick and sitting on his face, my panties halfway across the room.
"Do a good job, Daddy," I snarled as my cunt came down over his mouth. "Slick me up good if you don't want a burn on your dick when I use it to give myself a big, big come."
My daddy did his best, which was really very good indeed despite his shocked condition. He got his drool all over my crack, even in the difficult female-superior position, as his lips and tongue danced me to a very nice small orgasm. As quickly as I could manage, I was off him again and then back on him down below, slamming my cunt lips over his cockhead before sitting down hard. I squatted on my heels and fucked my father with a stroke that made the mattress springs cry out with every bounce.
"You think -- you're such a woman," I panted. "But I've got your dick -- out of your pantyhose -- and I'm using it -- the way it was meant -- to be uuuuused!" I ran out of breath completely as I ascended to my plateau and then toppled off it into a full-body, clit and cunt orgasm.
Dad was still hard when I was through, so I kept right on going. "I'm going to fuck the stuffing out of you," I said to my father. "When I'm done, you'll admit -- that even though you like to dress up -- you are still a real man." That did it for him, and my father howled and blew his guts out into my clenching cunt with the energy of a man half his age, screaming to high heaven. Just the sound and feeling of it had me coming again as well.
These days my daddy dresses like a woman most of the time except at work, and I think of him as the most beautiful older woman in America. He has many, many womanly outfits, from professional suits to evening wear to hot negligees, and I love to help him choose new clothes. He confessed to me that he used to just dress up and then jerk off to tranny porn on the Internet, but now he has his dirty daughter at home to help him out.
When I see his big cock visible under the lines of his clothes, for example, I'm down on the carpet at once to help him with the situation. I deep-throat him, taking him deeper and deeper with all my skills until we are both whimpering. He always tries to hold back, but I insist with my considerable talent and charms, and soon enough he's painting my esophagus with a thick wad of tasty semen.
At these moments I always enjoy the contrast between the masculine smell of his come and the faint aroma of strategically applied French perfume that always lingers around my daddy's package. I wouldn't want him to know it, especially as I am still his bondage mistress, but I really do worship my daddy and his hard dick during these impromptu blow jobs.
My daddy also owns quite a few wigs now, and I enjoy the experience of being with several different women in one evening as he switches off wigs and personalities. It's not that my father has multiple personality disorder or anything, he's just a very good actress. Stephanie, for example, is the name of the original blonde submissive with the fuck-me shoes that I bound and fucked that memorable Friday afternoon.
Ursula, though, is completely different. She's a butch lesbian with short black hair that loves to eat my pussy. She lifts me with my daddy's powerful arms onto the bed and lets my arms and legs sprawl apart, and then kneels right down where it counts. There are no words to describe my daddy's practiced mouth, which has a level of skill developed only after years and decades of systematic rug-munching -- not that I have a rug: Daddy and I enjoy shaving each other's legs and pubic areas nightly in the bath.
I'm here to tell you there is nothing the least bit paternal in the way Ursula chews gently on my inner lips and flicks her wicked tongue-tip in and out of my oozing snatch before giving my clit the five or six orgasms it so desperately needs. Daddy's balls may get a little blue on Ursula days, but he makes up for it later when he dresses in his French maid's uniform and I get so hot for him that soon I'm initiating a French-speaking young girl to the joys of sex by going down on the world's largest fully functional clit.
Lisa is something else again. Lisa is a defiant little ginger-haired bitch with tiny firm titties whose secret desire is to be fucked in the ass by a black man with a ten-inch dick -- me, of course: well, at least the dick is black, even if it does come from a toy catalogue and isn't exactly natural. Lisa doesn't care, and I sure don't either. When Lisa has covered the bed with my daddy's juices (prostate stimulation really does it all), I hump my cunt against her face until every trace of her so-called 18-hour lipstick is completely gone. Somehow I always come too quickly with her, the way she rubs her nose against my clit and all while she tongues my slit and fingers my asshole, but my daddy knows to keep those multiple orgasms coming in.
But in the end, Daddy is a man, and sometimes I want him to fuck me as a man, missionary position, bare naked, no makeup or personalities. (I'm not even going to tell you about the Saturday we spent re-enacting my senior prom, with me playing Tommy, my sweet but gawky date with the even sweeter cock, and him playing a 18-year-old Julie, still virginal and a little frightened, but determined to become a woman that night.) The first time we had straight sex, he was oddly reluctant, and muttered something about "incest", as if he hadn't already had me ten ways from Tuesday. I just laughed.
"A woman can't be my father, so how can it be incest to get fucked by my lesbian lover?" When he heard that, my daddy jumped my bones and fucked me till I couldn't see straight, filling my cunt with all his cream and sending me in and out of multiple orgasms till I couldn't breathe right. His dick, along with his fingers, lips, tongue, acting talent, and even his asshole, take me to places that no other man or woman knows anything about. Between all the women and his wonderful masculine self, he is unquestionably the best damn fucking lover in the whole entire universe.
