Date: Thu, 27 Feb 2020 06:46:01 -0500
From: Jennifer Taylor <jennifertaylorcd@gmail.com>
Subject: The Nanny Part 1

The Nanny Part 1


I was nearing the end of my first semester in college. I had turned 18 in
August and now I sat in my favorite class , psychology, thinking about how
much had changed in the last 4 months. I had grown from an androgenous
looking and acting high school outcast to a somewhat confident college
student that knew I could achieve my dream of becoming a psychologist
helping transgender youth. While my mother had always accepted my very
feminine attributes and proclivities not everyone was so kind. A lifetime
of bullying had taken its toll but the last 4 months had been worth it.


I am Robyn, a name chosen for me because, as my mother later told me, a
beautiful robin landed on the window sill one day as she pondered what to
name her expected baby. She said it was perfect because my eyes are as blue
as the robin's breast and I am as naturally pretty. I always loved that
story even if I wasn't sure it was true. I loved being a Robyn. Always
small and thin with pale smooth skin and a pretty face, I never grew much
past the look of a 12 year old sissy boy. I knew I was a girl deep down,
hell, even outwardly, and Mom accepted it without pushing one way or the
other. I never attempted to transition in high school, we couldn't afford
the treatment anyway. But I did wear skinny jeans, cute shorts, girly tops
and colors, grew my hair out past my shoulders and wore panties
exclusively. I hated boys undies. They felt and looked so wrong on me. Mom
didn't flinch when I told her I wanted to wear panties. She obtained a
medical excuse to exempt me from phys ed and no one was the wiser.


I topped out at 5'5", 115# and was happy as such. Mom was very petite and
though I never knew my biological father, Mom said he too was quite
small. She never spoke of him and I never asked much. It didn't matter. I
loved her and our life. My exposure to men and boys was limited to my
school bullies and Mom's occasional dates. I had worried about sharing a
dorm with a guy but the university had separate bedrooms and shared commons
rooms. I was able to dress in privacy and my roomie was very cool and
liberal. Straight but never commented on my femininity. We didn't hang out
together. I rarely went out period. I was too focused on studies and, being
so young and socially immature, I prefered my alone time.


So here I was daydreaming in my favorite class the week before finals when
I heard my name called. "Robyn, are we boring you?" I was quickly brought
back to the present. It was Dr. Taylor, my professor and my one and only
crush. I had never been interested in boys, or girls for that matter. I was
a virgin in every sense of the word. Never even been kissed. But Dr. Peter
Taylor stirred feelings in me I never knew I had from the time I laid eyes
on him. He was a man's man in appearance. More football star than brilliant
professor. 6'4", 225#, big chest, shoulders and arms with a thin waist.
Dark hair and brown eyes. 5 o'clock shadow by afternoon sexy look. Always
dressed in pressed slacks and a crisp button down. Not uptight but sharp
and handsome. Maybe 35 and already tenured. He was widely published in his
field, human sexuality.


"I am sorry Dr. Taylor, I guess I was just thinking about the upcoming
finals." "Well you would do well to listen to me then, right?" "Of course
sir. I am sorry." I was doing exceptionally well in his class. Not only was
it my major but I loved it. He made learning fun and his focus on sexuality
had opened my eyes and mind to who I was. Especially the chapter on gender
fluidity. I felt I was blushing when he discussed how many people are the
opposite gender of their genitalia. He seemed to get more enthusiastic
about it than other topics and I was sure he had looked my way several
times when talking about it. I had done my mid-term paper on it and earned
an A+. His comments like "very insightful, I agree and impressive" all made
me feel validated. But his looks my way made me feel very submissive. A
little scary but stimulating and exciting.


 Class was soon over and I gathered my things to leave when Dr. Taylor told
me he wanted to see me in his office. I was mortified. I thought I was in
trouble for not paying attention. Oh no, I couldn't blow my favorite and
most important class. Plus I would be taking many more classes with
Dr. Taylor to complete my degree. I followed him down the hall and into his
office. It was well lit with loads of books on the shelves. Typical college
prof I thought. His desk wasn't cluttered but messy enough to indicate he
was a busy man. He held the door as I entered and closed it behind us.
"Please sit Robyn." "I am so sorry that I wasn't paying attention
Dr. Taylor. It won't happen again. I love your class." He laughed a little.
"Robyn, that isn't why I called you in. You are the most attentive and
studious pupil in the class. Maybe all my classes. Sometimes I think you
are staring a hole in me." I had to have turned beet red.


"I have a proposal for you. As I have shared in class, my wife and I have a
newborn little girl, Cassie. She will be 3 months on December 30th and my
wife, Monica, will have used up all her maternity leave. She is back to
work on Jan. 2nd. She is a VP of sales for a major pharma company and
travels Monday through Friday. Gone 4 nights a week. We can't afford for
her to quit and she never intended to in the first place. She loves her job
and the money. She isn't a stay at home mom kind of woman, which I love
about her. But we always wanted a family and so here we are. Two weeks to
find a nanny. We have interviewed numerous candidates but haven't been
happy with any of them. We are looking for someone that is young and has
the energy to keep up with a toddler when the time comes, is feminine as we
both feel that a little girl needs a woman's touch and is exceptionally
bright and understands human development. As Monica and I discussed our
preferences for our nanny I thought of you."


What?. Did I understand him correctly? He wanted me to be their full-time,
live-in nanny?  I became a little dizzy. I was flush." "Robyn, are you
alright?" His sexy voice brought me back. "Are you asking me to move in
with your family and be your nanny?" "Yes, that is exactly what I am
proposing." "But Dr. Taylor, I am not a girl." "I never said we were
looking for a genetic female. I said we want someone that is feminine. You
are much more feminine than the vast majority of ciswomen today. We want
someone that will expose our little girl to those characteristics. Monica
is a strong, more alpha woman. Cassie needs both." I remained dumbfounded.
"But what about my school? You know my dream is to be a psychologist and I
want to help trans youth." "Of course Robyn. That is part of why I, we,
think you are perfect. Very intelligent, compassionate, empathetic and goal
driven. We would never ask you to give up your dreams. You can enroll for
online courses and I will assure you ample time to study and excel. I have
a lot of pull with the other faculty and can arrange for you to do
coursework at your convenience."


I didn't know what to say. The idea was overwhelming. The thought of living
with Dr. Taylor was so tempting. Before I could offer a response, he
continued. "In addition to room and board we will pay you $700 a week. We
will cover all your clothing expenses and buy you a new car. There is 1
small catch. While your androgenous look is feminine we would prefer you
step that up a good bit." Trying not to be offended I asked him what he
meant. "To capture the depth of femininity we want Cassie to be exposed to
we prefer, expect actually, you to wear dresses, skirts, blouses, lingerie,
heels ect. The more fem the better. Is that a problem for you?" "No, not
really. While I have never worn dresses or skirts or heels it was only
because my mother wanted to protect me. She felt my androgenous look was
target enough and I did pay for it. I hate bullies. But I feel like a woman
and dream of being one." "Thank you for being so honest with me Robyn. It
takes great courage to open up to a stranger. When I read your mid-term
paper I suspected you were heading toward transition. If you want to move
in that direction Monica and I will fully support you and underwrite your
treatments. Her company produces the hormones that trans women take." I
could not believe my ears. This was a dream come true.


I paused for a moment. I had to think. I was now a legal adult and could
live my life as I wanted. No more trying to hide the authentic me. Half
boy/half girl. I could be the woman I was intended to be. Plus I could do
so in the comfort and safety of a loving home that accepted and supported
me. What's to consider? "I accept Dr. Taylor." "Please call me Pete. That
is fantastic news Robyn. I was so afraid you would say no. But I truly
believe you are perfect for me, I mean us.  Can you join us for dinner at
our home so we can all get to know each other? I have told Monica about you
and she is so excited to meet you." "I would like that Dr. Taylor, I mean
Pete. What time and where?" "Let's make it 7pm and we are just across from
the campus near the library. 1020 Whitehall Ave. It's the 2 story red brick
manor with ivy growing up the front." I knew the house. It was big and
gorgeous. Monica must make a lot of money as there is no way a college
professor could afford that. "Then it's settled, we will see you this
evening and dress casual." I got up to leave when Pete pulled me into him
for a hug. It was a tight hug. I could feel the strength in his body, his
masculinity. I put my arms around his neck and hugged him back. I felt like
a little girl in his arms. I took in his smell. So manly. His arms
enveloped me. It seemed to last for minutes and I noticed he was getting
erect. I was so embarrassed. He just pulled away and smiled. "I am so happy
you said yes Robyn." I left in a daze.


It was already 4:30 so I needed to get back to my room and get ready. He
said casual dress and I didn't have anything dressy to wear anyway.
Especially not girly. As I walked back to my dorm I was thinking what to
wear. I wanted to look as fem as possible based on our discussion. I
thought of my black capri pants. They were fem and tight on my little
bubble butt. I always liked how they showed it off. I had a white peasant
top that didn't show off my lack of women's breasts. I never wore a bra as
I never needed one but I wanted to wear some sexy lace panties to, if
nothing else, feel more feminine. I had some cute white flat sandals that
went well with the capri's. Perfect I thought. Casual but girly enough.
Monica and Pete should like it.


My roomie was already out partying I was sure. I jumped in the shower and
used my prettiest smelling bodywash. I toweled off and opened my panty
drawer. Hmm, pink or black I thought. Pink was my favorite color but I
chose a black lace back tanga panty to match my capri's. I loved the lace
on my butt and the sissy bow on the front. I slipped them on and stood in
front of the mirror admiring my nubile body. So thin, smooth and tight. My
butt was like my Mom's. Tight but big enough to impress in shorts and
pants. I had caught many men checking it out, not knowing I wasn't a
cisgirl. I pulled on the capri's and repeated my self indulgence. Such a
hot ass I whispered to myself. I bet Pete would like to get his hands on it
I giggled. I threw on my top and sighed. I wanted a pretty bust and to wear
a matching lace bra more than I had ever dreamed of before. I never let
myself get too carried away dreaming of becoming a woman as I figured it
was impossible. Not now. In the midst of the last hour my dreams were
coming true.


I had never really worn much make-up before. I dabbled with Mom's a little
and I learned some in drama class in high school but I still didn't wear it
daily. I bought some when I got to college for when I went out, which was
almost never. But I decided to put on a light cover to demonstrate to
Monica and Pete my commitment to my new role. Some light blush, eyeliner,
mascara and pink lipgloss should do it. I had not pierced my ears but I did
have a pretty heart pendant that Mom gave me on my 16th birthday. It was as
fem of jewelry that I had. The only actually. I clipped it on and took one
last look. Uh oh, my hair I realized. It was plenty long but it wasn't cut
in a girls style. What to do? I decided to pull it back in a ponytail and
let my bangs hang down. Not perfect. Definitely needed to fix that. But I
looked like a girl. My soft voice sounded like a girl. I was effeminate
enough to pass. I grabbed my ID and headed off for the 20 minute walk to
their house. It was a typical cool December South Florida evening. I was so
glad I lived in a warm state.


I arrived just on time. Crazy nervous but ready, I knocked on the door.
Pete answered and greeted me with a big welcome hug. Mmm, those hugs. He
called out for Monica and she came into the huge foyer from the kitchen to
greet me. "Pete hasn't stopped talking about you. I am so glad you are here
and welcome to our family." Wow. Monica was a complete drop dead gorgeous
knock out. About my height, with honey blond hair to her shoulders in an
awesome longish pixie cut. A professional looking womens style that didn't
have time to fuss over long hair. Very sexy. She was in white capri's.
Thank goodness I thought. She had an amazing body. Long legs, tight
protruding ass and an hour glass figure. She wore a tight black cashmere
sweater with a V-neck to showed off her breasts. My Mom was a 34 B (we
lingerie shopped many times) and Monica was quite a bit bigger. 36C I
guessed. Envy is not becoming I remembered.


"You are so gorgeous" Monica complimented me. "You are stunning Ms. Taylor.
But I wouldn't expect anything less for Pete." "You are so cute but please
never call me Ms. Taylor. I am only 32 and I prefer to forget I have
already passed 30. Come in and sit. I am finishing up a few things in the
kitchen and dinner will be in about 45 minute. Pete, fix Robyn a drink."
"Of course Dear. Robyn, we have chardonnay, wine sprtizers, beer and
martini's if you prefer." "A spritzer would be fine. I seldom drink." I sat
on a love seat in the large family room that opened to the enormous
kitchen. Monica could converse with us as Pete bought my drink and sat
beside me. "Cassie is napping so we can wait to introduce you two. So Pete
tells me you want to be a psychologist specializing in trans youth." "Yes I
do. I know the kind of hell they suffer and I want to help them to become
their authentic selves, whatever that may be." "What is your authentic self
Robyn?" I choked on my drink a little. "Honey, you aren't on a sales
call. So forward she is. Sorry Robyn, Monica is very direct. I love it
about her but it can be a little over the top at times." "It's ok. If I am
going to care for your child and live with you then I guess we should be
open with each other." "You amaze me with your maturity and courage
Robyn. Feel free to share as little or as much as you wish."


"Well, I have always known I was a girl, as early as 2 or 3 years old. I
was drawn to all things feminine and felt more comfortable with girls. My
mother was always very protective. She knew as well and accepted me as her
girl. But she knew how cruel people can be and supported me in a way that
kept me from harm." "Your mother sounds very wise and loving. How fortunate
for you." "Yes Monica, I am but I can't imagine, or sadly I can, how
horrible it is for youth whose parents abuse them, force them to suppress
their feelings or throw them out into the streets. They turn to drugs and
are exploited in the sex trade. They deserve so much more." I became a
little emotional as I shared my passion and Pete hugged me. "Thank goodness
the world has people like you and Pete to help those children. You are a
true gift. We will support you in your quest. Pete shares your passion. You
know he has written extensively about transgender issues." "I know that he
has written and researched on it but I didn't know it was his passion."
Pete smiled at me. Hmm. What is he up to I wondered.


Dinner was incredible. I only ate at the student cafeteria due to lack of
funds. Monica had prepared wild caught peppercorn encrusted salmon with
asparagus and a field green salad. "I am sorry I didn't have time to do
more." "You are kidding, right? This is the best meal I have had in
months. Mom took me to Olive Garden before I left for school but we can't
afford to dine out often." "What does your mother do?" "She's a elementary
school teacher, Monica. Single and Florida doesn't pay teachers squat so we
never had much. But we had enough and we always had each other." "That is
so sweet Robyn. You are really close to her? Does she know about your new
plans?" "I haven't had time to tell her but she will support me when I tell
her what it all entails." "So she knows you want to transition?" "Yes. We
talked about it many times. She always wanted me to be happy. When I earned
the scholarship to school she knew I would be ok." "Well, you can assure
her that we will look out for you, care for you and love you as a family
member. I feel so close to you already. Like the little sister I always
wanted." "I was completely taken with Monica. Genuine, kind and
honest. Pete just sat back and let us connect. Such a psychologist.


"Dear would you clear the table so Robyn and I can check on Cassie?" "Of
course my Love. Take your time." Monica and I ascended up the winding stair
case. This was an older home but a classic. Hardwoods, 6"crown molding
throughout. I could get used to this. As we walked Monica gave me the
layout. The downstairs had the kitchen and family room. There were two
offices plus the formal dining where we ate and a formal living room. There
was a large screened lanai with an outdoor kitchen and dining with a pool
bath, a 26' pool and 8 person in ground spa tub. Wow. Unreal I thought.
"Upstairs we have 5 bedrooms and 5 baths, each room has its own ensuite.
The first 2 bedrooms are guest rooms. The baby's room is at the end
directly across from ours and yours is right next to Cassie's.


We entered Cassie's room. It was a beautiful pink with baby blue
highlights. Cassie was still asleep. "She is a great sleeper, thank
goodness. We are already able to sleep most of the night. I have to get up
around 5am to feed her but I am used to getting up early anyway for work."
"I am an early riser as well. I find it is a good quiet time to get things
done." "We are sisters" Monica giggled. "Let's let her finish her nap. She
will wake soon and then be up until maybe midnight. Let me show you your
room and then we can have a girl talk." Wow, girl talk. What's up I
wondered. We went to my room next door and I was blown away. It was huge,
all dressed out in a soft peach and a queen size canopy bed with eyelet
lace linens. There were beautiful paintings and pictures of feminine
figures. "I love it. It is like a dream room." "I am so glad you are
pleased. It is so important that Cassie's nanny is truly feminine. She will
need that. Don't get me wrong. I enjoy being a woman and dressing sexy but
my style is more assertive. I am an alpha woman. I love men but strong men
that can keep up with me. Pete is all of that but can handle my success."
"What a great couple you 2 make." "Yes but there is something missing and
that is you. Come into my room and let's chat."


I followed Monica into the massive master bedroom. "Holy smokes. This is
unbelievable." I had never seen such a room. The size, the decor were out
of a magazine. We went over to the sitting area and she took my arm and sat
me next to her on a settee. "Sweetheart, you are the perfect fit for our
family but I need to explain in greater detail why. Your primary
responsibility is always Cassie. You will spend more time with her than I
will. We have maids that clean and do laundry so you don't have to fuss
much with that. Some light cooking if you want but Pete is good at doing
some of that and we can have a company do meal preps each week. There is
another role we would like you to consider. Pete is a young, virile and,
quite frankly, very horny man. I love that about him but I am gone 4 nights
a week and he has needs." My palms were breaking into a sweat and my knees
were weak. What was she getting at? Oh my! "He has always been a bit of a
man slut. I knew that when we met in grad school. I resisted his approaches
at first because of it but as I got to know him I couldn't resist him. His
charm, intelligence, incredible looks and his sweet character. Yes, despite
his sexual appetite he is not a misogynist and respects women a great
deal. But, we all have our secrets. Pete has remained faithful to me for
the 5 years we have been married. Of that I am sure. But I am also a
realist and he can't keep it up with me gone all the time. Especially in a
college town with hot young girls trying to bed him. Now during his
research on trans women he has developed a keen desire for them. He has
admitted this to me. He has a dominant side in bed and while we have great
sex I am not submissive. He needs that. I know it. But a pretty girl like
you is like a dream come true. You are trans, gorgeous and from what I can
tell, very submissive. I would rather him be with you than risk losing him,
breaking up our family, to another woman. Not to mention the pregnancy
issue."


Wow. Again. What a day. "You want me to sleep with Pete? Your husband?"
"Well yes but more than that. You will be his lover. A second wife so to
speak. You will care for our little girl and tend to our husband's carnal
needs when I am gone. He tells me how you look at him in class. Be
honest. You fantasize about him, don't you?" I was beyond red at this
point. He knew. She knew. Oh hell. I was so obvious. "It's ok Robyn. You
can rest assured that all the straight girls are wet for him. You may not
be a cisgirl but you are way more feminine and woman than the majority of
them. Let your feelings out. Tell me what you want." After a pregnant pause
I gathered my thoughts. "Yes I am very attracted to Pete and yes I do
fantasize about being with him. He is the first man I have even thought
about being with. But he is your husband!" "And I want to keep it that way
darling. You are key to that. You have studied human sexuality now. Gender
is not linear and everyone has their kink. As long as there is openness,
honesty, respect and agreement then it can bring pleasure and fulfillment."
"This has been so much to take in today. It's like I woke up in a dream. I
can become the woman I have always wanted to be. I can pursue my
professional goals. I will live in a magnificent home with a loving family
and get paid great money for it. I can save money. And now you tell me I
can sleep with the man of my dreams. I can be his wife. It all seems too
good to be true. Tell me it's true Monica." "It is Love and we will be
sisters. I have always wanted a little sister I could doll up in ways that
simply aren't me. It drove my mother crazy that I wouldn't wear the uber
girly things she picked out. She is old south and loves petticoats and
waist cinchers. All that frilly stuff. I see that in you but you have been
deprived of it. You can revel in it now and we will pay for all of it." "


"I'm in. I want it. I want to be Cassie's mommy, Pete's wife and your
little sissy sister. When do I start?"  Monica smiled from ear to ear and
hugged me tight. "Tonight. Now if you want. Just a little playtime. I can
take care of Cassie when she wakes. Pete wants me to dress you in one of my
nighties and present you to him. Can you handle it? It's ok if you want to
wait." "No. Let's do it. I feel so close to both of you and the sooner we
become a family the better. Show me what he wants me to wear for him."
Monica took my arm and led me to her huge walk-in closet. Not really a
closet. An entirely separate room by normal standards. She opened a drawer
that was loaded with sheer nighties. She chose a pink chiffon babydoll with
matching g-string panties. "Pete buys these things for me but I never wear
them. I prefer peignoirs. More sultry. He wants you in a pretty, fem sissy
nightie." She handed it to me then walked over to the shoe wall. Yes, a
wall. She picked up a pair of pink fuzzy slippers. "These are maribou
slippers. 4" and made for bedtime fun. Pete loves them. You will look
irresistible in this outfit. Now try it all on while I pick some
accessories and a scent for you.


Monica stepped out to give me a little privacy. Nice of her but I had a
feeling it would be short lived. I disrobed and slipped on the panties. My
man parts were tiny, thank goodness but still visible in the sheer
g-string. I stepped into the nightie and almost melted. How did I deprive
myself of this feeling for so long. It was heavenly. So soft and gentle on
my smooth sissy body. I stepped into the slippers and turned to the full
length mirror. I loved it. This is me I thought. I'll never sleep in
another t-shirt again. Monica came back in. "Oh my. You are something
darling. Pete will go nuts over you. You are so smooth. How often do you
shave?" "I don't. I never had too. This is natural." "I am so jealous. I
shave daily almost. Lucky girl you. OK, you aren't pierced, yet, so I have
these sexy clip-ons. Not sure why but they were in my jewelry box. Dangles
look sexy." Monica clipped them on and I looked in the mirror again. They
were silver like my pendant and had hearts in the center. Perfect match.
She gave me some bangle bracelets to match and sprayed me with one of
Pete's favorite perfumes. "Let's tidy up your make-up and I can do a quick
fix with your hair.


Monica trimmed my bangs a little and used a curling iron to shape the
rest. Then she did my face. Not heavy but sexier. Darker colors for
playtime she said. I stood and looked again. "You are one hell of a sexy
girl Robyn and you will soon find out what it's like to be a sexy woman.
It's time." Just then we heard Cassie start to cry. "Ugh oh, I need to get
Cassie. You go on down to Pete. he will be in the family room." "But I
thought you were going to present me. Monica, I am so nervous." "That is
natural Love. But he is expecting you and wants you very much. Give
yourself to him. As much as you are prepared to. He will be gentle and
respectful. He knows." Monica zipped off to Cassie's room and stood there a
moment gathering my courage. Ok girl, you want this. He is your dream
man. I slowly started my way down the hall, the slippers making clicking
sounds. I am sure he could hear me coming. I made my way down the stairs,
only a few more feet to Pete. I took a deep breath and stepped into the
room. Pete had dimmed the lights. He was sitting on the couch still
dressed. He stood up and offered me a cognac. I took it from him and he
leaned in and kissed me softly on the cheek.


"You are stunning sweetheart. Please sit with me and talk." He helped me
onto the couch and sat by me, taking my drink from me. "I have dreamed of
this second you walked into my class. But it was only a dream. I never
imagined we would reach this moment. You are so beautiful. Inside and
out. A very special person that deserves to live her life as you desire."
He took my hands into his and kissed sweetly. "I will care for you as long
as you will allow me." I couldn't take it any longer. I leaned into him and
offered my lips. Pete kissed me. No tongue, just lips. But not a peck. A
real kiss. Like the movies of old. So romantic. So loving but sexy. My
entire body was tingling. This is my man. At least often. He pulled away
and just looked at me with his big sexy brown eyes. "You are the answer to
my dreams, our dreams. You're an angel." He leaned back in, pulling me
toward him but this time the kiss was more passionate. His tongue entered
my mouth and opened up to him. I offered mine to him. We were both moaning
with lust. "I want you Robyn. I want to make love to you." "Take me. Please
take me." He picked me up in his arms and carried me all the way up the
stairs and to my room. He softly laid me on the bed and stepped back. He
began undressing. I watched. I was mesmerized. He slowly unbuttoned his
shirt and slid it off. What a chest. He had to lift daily. Huge pecs and
biceps. Some hair but not gorilla. He kicked off his shoes and unbuckled
his belt and pants. He slowly pulled his zipped down and dropped his
pants. He stood before me is just his boxer briefs. Black, sexy, tight. His
cock bulged through. He was clearly hung. Very much so. I reached from the
bed to caress it. He was semi-hard. Oh my. "You're huge lover. That scares
me. I am a total virgin." "Don't worry my Love. We will go slow. We have
plenty of time. Tonight we explore each other. Develop our relationship and
discover what each of us needs." "I need you Daddy. I need you in bed with
me." "I like that baby. You can call me Daddy when we are together."


Daddy climbed into bed with me, still in his undies. He pulled me into his
arms and we began kissing passionately again. His cock was pressed against
me. I was so aware of it. He ran his hands all over my body, squeezing my
butt, kissing neck. He rolled me on top of him and paused to look at me. I
wanted more of his tongue. As I leaned forward he slid his finger onto my
rosebud. I was tight. Very tight and as he massaged it I grew tighter.
"Relax it baby. Daddy won't hurt you." I relaxed enough that he was able to
get 1 finger in. I moaned. It did hurt but in a good way. He finger fucked
me more as we kissed. I was getting loose. He pushed another finger. Again,
pain but I wanted it. I rode his hand for a little then he flipped me on my
back again. He pushed my legs up and pulled my panties off. I was afraid. I
wasn't ready for him yet. But he just started kissing my body. My breasts,
my tummy and thighs. He pushed my butt up and had access to my sissy hole.
He kissed it several times. Then he licked it. I was in shock. It felt so
good. "Oh yes Daddy, eat me. It feels so good. I am yours Daddy."  He put
it in me this time. His hot tongue was buried in my sissy hole. He was
tongue fucking me. I wanted all of him in me.


"Fuck me Daddy. Please fuck me. It's all I want. Your cock inside me. Make
me your woman now." Daddy pulled away from my ass. "Easy babydoll. I am a
very large man. I need to take care of you. He started licking my little
man parts. I was embarrassed. Not because they were so small. I was
grateful for that. But because I even had them. I wanted a pussy to give to
him. But he liked it. Daddy was kissing and licking all over them. "Baby,
your clitty is so pretty. Just like a sissy should be." He took it all into
his mouth. I was hard but still only 2" and a tiny sack. He sucked on me. I
was spasming. I couldn't hold back. "Daddy I am coming." But he just kept
sucking. I shot my sissy load into his hungry mouth. He finally stopped the
sucking and just kissed all over it. I was spent. I had never cum so
hard. Daddy crawled back up to me and kiss me with my sissy juice in his
mouth. "Did you like that baby?" "OMG Daddy, it was amazing. I almost
passed out." He laughed. "Do you like the taste of your juices?" "Yes
Daddy. I want more." "Can I taste yours?" "I thought you would never ask."


I started kissing Daddy's body. So fit and hard. I licked his armpits. His
chest and stomach. I loved the taste of his manliness. I finally got to his
cock. Still in his undies but fully hard now. It was training so much I was
afraid he was hurting. I pulled the band away and his cock sprung to
attention. "DADDY!, It's huge. You are a monster. This mine to play with?"
"Of course babydoll. Kiss it, lick, suck. Have fun. Take your time and
learn."  He lifter his hips and I pulled his briefs off and tossed them.I
started kissing the big mushroom head. He had pre-cum on it so I licked it
off. "Mmm, just a little taste Daddy but I want the whole pie." I kissed up
and down his shaft. I licked all of it. He lifted his ass up so I could
lick his groin. So manly. I took his shaft into my hand and opened wide. I
started sucking it little by little while stroking the base of his shaft at
the same time. "Oh yes babydoll that feels so good. Suck Daddy. I have a
present for you."  I kept it up, getting a little more each time I went
down him. He hit the back of my throat and I gagged. "Go easy babydoll. You
won't get it all tonight but that will come in time." I went back to work
on him. I found my comfort spot and was able to take half his beautiful
cock into my loving mouth. Between my sucking and stroking I could tell he
was close. He was moaning with joy. "Here I cum babydoll. Take Daddy's
cum." His cock swelled, spasmed and erupted into my mouth. It was
copious. More than I could swallow at once. I tried though. I wanted his
seed in my body, one way or another.


Cum was all over my face. I could feel it. I caught it with my fingers and
sucked it all down. Daddy was pleased. He smiled. "That's my babydoll, eat
Daddys seed. You like that don't you?" "I love it Daddy. I want more. All
the time. In me. On me. I could drink it Daddy. It is part of you and I
need you." Daddy Pulled me up into his arms and we kissed again. "Should I
get dressed to go home Daddy?" "No babydoll, you are sleeping with me
tonight. I will take you back to your place tomorrow and we will move your
stuff in here. You live here now Love. You are my Babydoll and I am your
Daddy." He kissed me again and I drifted off to sleep in big string arms.