The Story of Master Daddy Sir, Part Three, written with the approval of Master Daddy Sir. Comments to him at bamaboi2serve@charter.net
"Dad, this is one of our new employees, he has some very special talents!"
I'm sure i was blushing furiously as the young man from the elevator introduced me to his very handsome Father, the owner of the company where I work.
"Good to see him!" said the Boss, ignoring me and addressing himself only to his son Derrick.
"Dad, let's take him to you office and I'll show you what I mean!" The Father and son turned and walked off down the corridor and i submissively followed, red faced and keeping my eyes down. I heard two secretaries giggling as i humbly followed the men.
In the office, the son pushed me to my knees and pushed my head back, using his long fingers to force my mouth completely open. He left the fingers inside my mouth, and i started licking and sucking on them. I kept my mouth wide open when he removed them.
"Watch Dad!" said the boy as he leaned over and started spitting into my mouth. "He'll let you do that??" exclaimed the Dad. "Of course, he a submissive fag cocksucker, Dad, like that mail boy you had!"
Dad joined in. spitting into me, sometimes missing the hole a bit, so my face was soon wet from their combines saliva.
The boy had walked over to a side table and came back with a pitcher. He unzipped his pants and quickly filled it with hot steaming piss.
"You can use his holes for just about anything you want, Dad..watch!" He started pouring the piss into me, and i struggled to keep up, swallowing in big gulps.
"He wears diapers and plastic little boy panties over them too, Dad! He's got a Master he calls Master Daddy Sir, and he does everything He says!" he told his Dad.
"Get your clothes off princess!", Boy ordered.
I was shocked, because Master Daddy Sir was the only one who ever called me "princess", and it was a special treat for me to hear him say it! I stripped quickly, folding my coat and shirt and pants etc on the floor, leaving the little boy plastic panties and diaper on.
"He is a little sissi princes isn't he!" exclaimed Dad.
"Yep, just a submissive fag waiting for a Real Man to use him!
I was back on my knees after undressing, and Boy came over in front of me and told me to unzip his pants. When i reached out with my hands, he slapped my face sharply.
"Did I say use your your hands, bitch?" Boy yelled at me. "What the fuck do you think you have a tongue for?"
I knew better than to answer, and instead i put my hands at my side and worked with my tongue and mouth to pull his zipper down. Finally i was able to pull his now erect boy-cock out from behind his black boxer shorts, licking my way through his thick jet black pubic bush to get at it. It slapped me in the face when it sprung out sharply, and i could feel a drop of precum strike me on the upper lip.
I puled my head back away, awaiting orders, and tried to focus my eyes downward. But i was mesmerized by his great eight inch fleshy uncut cock. The head was pushing out from his hood in slow motion, and i found myself licking my lips in anticipation.
"Me next slut!" came the order from his Dad, and i turned to repeat the operation with the older man. It was harder, because he was wearing bikini briefs...but after a while, i managed to get his even bigger tool out and ready. Licking much of his brown pubes in the process. I could feel some hair from both of them between my teeth, and i could taste their individual scents in the moisture dripping down from my forehead to my mouth.
Dad came over to me and grabbed my ears, pulling my fact down so my wide open mouth faces his hard cock, He pulled my head forward, impaling me on his spear, making sure that it plunged deep into the farthest back part. I gagged, but finally settled into breathing through my nose and enjoying the feel of being violated! Over and over the Father plunged into my throat, but before long he too shot into me, and i could feel his cum slide down inside me as he held me in position, impaled on his master cock.
He held his cock in me and i waited, knowing what was coming. It did, his hot piss following his seed into me, flowing directly from his piece into my stomach.
When he was done, the father simply walked away over to his private bathroom, washing himself with a washcloth and dressing again.
"Give me your Master's phone number, princess bitch!" he called out to me.
I answered immediately and a moment later the Father and son were talking to Master Daddy Sir on the speaker phone!
"So my princess is there right now?" i heard Master Daddy ask.
"He is, a slut of the first order, dressed as a sissiboi as I presume you ordered?" the son asked.
"I did," said Master Daddy Sir, "and i hope that he treated you as he should have?" he asked.
"Indeed!" said the Dad. "He's a pretty good cocksucker for a sissiboi."
i knelt there blushing, still feeling the cum and piss drain into me, and the Father and son's spit from my forehead work its way down my chest to the top of my little boy plastic pants.
"He needs some experience working to serve other Men," said Master Daddy Sir, "so I appreciate you giving him some training. Is there a position there at the company that he can fill, using his special skills?"
"Interesting that you should ask," said the Father, "we have a number of gay employees, and I'm always looking for ways to keep them happy. Perhaps the princess can be put to work in a special office for that purpose?"
"Yes!," said Master Daddy Sir, "as long as I retain ultimate control--he is my princess, after all---then you can put him to work to keep employee morale up!"
The next hour was a whirlwind of being tossed into the Father's private shower and handed a razor and shaving cream and soap to make myself presentable. They even had a clean diaper, since i had pissed myself earlier.
Then i was brought down the freight elevator---in only my diaper and plastic panties with my pacifier in my mouth and a pink leather collar around my neck. In the sub-basement level, we exited the elevator and went to an office that had a single desk and nothing else. I was pushed under the desk and they used leather wrist and leg cuffs to secure me facing the chair behind the desk. The pacifier was taken out and left inside my diaper next to my cock.
Thus began my new job at the company. I was an official cocksucker, ordered to stay under the desk for the men to come by--most of them gay, but some straights too---to satisfy their needs. To make it even more interesting, there was a web cam under the desk that broadcast my cocksucking to a private web channel that the boss and his son---and certain favored employees--had codes to watch. No sense in wasting a good blow job on just a single employee, after all.
Hope you enjoyed! Comments to Master Daddy Sir through me: bamaboi2serve@charter.net