The First

When he finished with the make-up and donned the breast-length brunette wig with the bangs-- that was it. He felt the skirt against his cock and his lap. He liked the way his thighs looked with the eight inches of red and green plaid covering his "secret." He picked a tight black Slayer shirt(Poppa liked the flat chested look) that exposed his smooth,freshley shaved belly button. The knee-high leather Dr. Martens made his cock hard. He thought of jacking off right there but knew he would lose the urge.
When he kneeled before him, his head felt light. The cock was stiff and bent to the left. His mouth watered. It felt TOO perfect; the way it would glide with erotic precision across his toungue. He looked up with doe eyes through the heavy mascara and nearley came every time he heard that deep moan.

He was his bitch. His hoe. Kneeling before him like he was TOLD to. His mouth watered. The stiff,bent cock glided. He was a dirty cunt with a short skirt. A doe-eyed whore. His mouth watered.
"I'm gonna cum baby. Im gonna give it to your sweet ass."
He pulled away with a pop.
"Call me a fuckin' whore. Daddy's little cum whore!"
The moan was deeper
"Oh god... Are you Poppa's little cum whore?"
He looked up with doe-eyes and a pop.
"Daddy's little cum whore!"
The moan was deeper and longer
"Am I your daddy, slut?"
This time the pop was wet.
"Your my Daddy!"
The moan was rougher, longer and deeper.
"Look me in the eyes while you eat it baby!"

Watching his face as his poured it into his mouth made him cum. He shot it on the carpet of the basement. Since the age of 13 he had wanted to see that.