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.