I was surprised to see the general contractor's trucks still parked in front of my home when I arrived at the end of a long, stressful day of work. They only needed to install some new kitchen cabinets, and the foreman assured me it would take just four hours. My wife agreed to stay home and supervise the process when I left for work at eight o'clock this morning. There were two men and just one truck when I left home, so I was now even more curious about the second vehicle. Perhaps they ran into some difficulties with the installation and had to call in a second crew.

I loosened my tie and carried my suit jacket over my left shoulder, two fingers supporting it while in my right hand I carried my briefcase loaded with spreadsheets and reports. An accountant's life is a boring parade of numbers, bar graphs, and demanding bosses. Mr. King had been a jerk to me all day, as usual.

"Wilkins, get in here!" he'd shout across the maze of cubicles. "Wilkins, stop being such a blabbering wimp and get to the point!" he'd scream whenever I would try to explain why something was out of balance.

Truth be told, he scared the hell out of me. Chris King was a tall, fit, black man with a deep voice. He always made me feel like crap, insulting and demeaning me in front of the entire office. He was also a lousy leader, typically bolting from the office hours before the end of the day and leaving the rest of us to sweat through to the last second. He once docked a guy an entire day's pay for leaving work five minutes early. What a jerk!

Working for King was hard. I noticed that over the last fifteen years at the firm, my shoulders had begun to hunch forward more and more. I lost a lot of weight along with most of my hair. I was looking so frail and weak that my wife, Victoria, was no longer sleeping with me. Heaven knows I'd try, but she'd always push me away and bark at me each time I attempted to sniff a little bit of loving from her.

I stepped into my home and set my briefcase down in the foyer. Vicky had long ago stopped greeting me at the door, so I was not surprised when she didn't come rushing over to kiss me. I thought the silence on the main level of our modest home was odd, however, considering the kitchen was just a few feet away. I expected to hear some hammering or drilling sounds. I took a peek inside and saw the new cabinets were all in place and looking very nice. There were some tools scattered about, so the men had not left yet, but there was not a soul to speak of. I started to walk back toward the stairwell, when I spied Vicky tumbling down the stairs in a hurry.

She was wearing a see-through nightgown, her busty breasts jiggling obscenely underneath. Her dark pink nipples seemed erect, and her waxed pussy looked extra fat and swollen under the thin fabric. She was a true MILF, a sensual brunette soccer mom who kept in shape as a personal fitness trainer. All I could think about when I saw her sexy shape swaying under the pastel pink Victoria's Secret teddy was the possibility that I might get lucky today. I only hoped! My cock sprang to life, sending a small spritz of precum to the tip, quivering. Vicky had an enormous smile when we made eye contact. I rushed to give her a hug at the bottom of the stairs, but she abruptly pushed me back.

"Stop that, Benjamin!" she grimaced and turned her face away.

I was puzzled. "Honey, but I'm confused. What's with the sexy outfit and no kiss?"

She grabbed my hand, a new look of excitement on her face. "Come with me; I have something to show you!" She seemed to gush out her words, dragging me by the hand up to the master bedroom.

My heart raced as I anticipated some sexual surprise. Perhaps she had bought some toys, maybe the whip she had been promising she'd get to play dungeon games with me. I loved it when she got dominant and bossy in bed, but it had been years. I was not prepared for the new reality I was about to witness, however. As we approached the door, I heard muffled moans and grunts coming through the walls. I started to get worried, a mix of fear and arousal as my mind raced along, trying to make sense of what I was hearing. She must have sensed my anxiety. Just before she turned the doorknob, she stuck a finger in my face and gave me a stern look.

"Don't you dare try to spoil any of our fun!" she warned.

I gulped out loud. "Yes, Dear!" My legs suddenly felt wobbly, and for good reason.

When Vicky opened the door, I was shocked beyond reality. Three big, burly men were naked and grinning at me as I walked in. On the bed was our precious eleven-year-old daughter, Ashley. She was naked except for one item, a large baseball cap on her head with the logo, Bruno & Sons , as in Bruno Solomon, the general contractor we had hired. Ashley was getting thoroughly fucked by an old gentleman, a man easily in his sixties with a huge crop of white hair. Her firm ass was at the edge of the bed, her feet astride either cheek, and behind her back were two pillows propping her up. Kneeling on either side of her head were the two men we had hired to put in the cabinets. Their big hard cocks were next to her face and my little darling went back and forth sucking them while jacking the other, back and forth. All the while she was entertaining these two cocks, the old man was pounding her hairless puffy cunny with an impressive cock. He was in good shape for his age, with a big tuft of coarse white hair at the base of his big dick and balls. My little angel grunted like she was in heat as she worked the three men.

"WHAT..........THE..........HELL!?" I moaned, unable to muster any more words than that.

Vicky laughed as she pushed me inside, holding my arm to steady me. "Isn't it hot, Ben? Our little daughter getting the living hell fucked out of her by some real men?"

Ashley stopped for a moment and looked directly at me, her hazel eyes sparkling a smile. She let the foreman's eight-inch cock slip from her lips long enough to greet me. "Hiya, Daddy! Mr. Solomon...is.....ummmmph.....fuckin' me.....so......ummmph.....good!"

I couldn't utter another word as I watched, and as if seeing my daughter fucking weren't enough of a shock, a booming voice came from a darkened corner of my master bedroom. Sitting on a side chair near the room darkening curtains, Chris King sat nude. That's when I noticed a small head bobbing up and down in front of him. I took a few steps forward until I could confirm my worst fears. Our nine-year-old son, Jason, was naked and on his knees lazily giving my boss head. From the look of things, King's cock was enormous, and my son was having no difficulty gulping more than half of that black shaft down his eager throat.

I felt tears forming in my eyes as I watched, in stark contrast to a raging erection in my pants. My mouth dropped open wide, and my hand instinctively fell to my groin. I rubbed my cock, shaking my head no. I was so conflicted, so confused. What I was seeing was as wrong as wrong could be, yet somehow so arousing. The men laughed at me, and the oldest one who had his cock inside my darling sixth grader's puffy bald mound slid out for a moment. His cock was a good seven inches long and thick, dripping with my sweetheart's fuck juices.

"Get over here, wimp," he ordered. "Come taste your daughter's nectar on my cock," he sneered.

King laughed at that precise moment. "Too bad you weren't home a half hour ago. You could have sucked her cunt off my ebony fuckpole. But Jason here said he needed it more than you. Damn, Ashley's a good fuck!"

Vicky still had my hand held tightly in hers. "Honey, this is Bruno Solomon, the renovation company owner, and those are his sons that are getting their cocks sucked so expertly. When he heard our darling was home and eager to have her hairless pussy mound stuffed, he came right over! Doesn't he have a beautiful cock?" Vicky taunted me, pushing me forward and onto my knees in front of the perverted senior citizen.

Frankly, I seemed to be on autopilot. I fell to the floor and looked up as this mid-sixties man shook his obscenely-dripping cock in my face. I hesitated for a moment as all eyes were on me. I was stunned in shame, fear, and excitement. The thing that broke my spell, however, was my Ashley's sweet voice. Her throat was still getting pounded by Bruno's oldest son, Jack, a man in his early forties.

"Daddy, ummmph....go ahead....ummmph. Suck my pussy...hmmmmm....juices....from his....fucking cock!" she moaned betwixt grunts as she alternated mumbling with sucking.

My mind reeled. My eleven-year-old was urging me to suck a cock, one coated in her slippery sweet honey. I could smell her floral musk inches from my nose as Bruno pushed closer. I lost all self-control and any last bit of morality at that moment. My eyes closed, my mouth opened, and my hungry tongue slid forward. The next thing I sensed was the most delicious pussy-flavored treat ever to enter my mouth. Ashley's nectar was sweeter than any quim I had ever eaten, a mix of sugary goodness, musk and just a light touch of pee.

I moaned out loud, eliciting a clap from several hands. I still had my eyes closed, so I wasn't sure who was essentially cheering me on. But there was something else making me moan...that enormous hard cock. I have never sucked one in my life, but I must confess I had thought about it. Strangely, I have fantasized about sucking my boss's cock. I actually harbored a secret jealousy of my son who was enjoying that chocolate stick at this moment. Right now I savored the prick I had. Bruno gripped my face and began to fuck my mouth. His cock started to hit the back of my throat, and because I apparently don't have a gag reflex to speak of - another discovery I made that day -- he just kept going. Within moments, the sweaty smell of his pubic area was inches from my nose, and seconds later, his gritty white bush was tickling my face.

"He's a good cocksucker, Vicky," Bruno moaned, fucking my throat now.

I reached up and cupped his hairy nutsack and gave his huge balls a gentle squeeze. They felt like two lemons in a wrinkled bag. He moaned even more, but then he cautioned me.

"Don't make me nut just yet, wimp. I'm saving my cum for Ashley's horny cunt!"

He pulled away, leaving me nearly breathless and wanting more. He walked back over to the bed and pulled Ashley's tiny feet to his hips. She gave me a smile, mouthful of cock, and then she arched her back slightly to receive his big prick. He began to fuck her again, in long, hard, furious strokes. Ashley's tiny body jerked and shook from the onslaught of the men triple-teaming her, but judging from the grunts coming from her throat, she was enjoying the assault.

Vicky slipped her nightgown off and pulled me over to my boss. "Honey, there's something you need to see."

She pulled Jason off King's cock, eliciting a pout from my boy over the intrusion. Apparently he enjoyed sucking that ten-inch black cock. When Jason stood and turned toward me, my jaw dropped. His dick was at least six inches and rock hard. It stood up obscenely on his thin preteen frame.

"His cock is twice the size of yours, Ben," my wife taunted me.

She was right. I was three inches on my best day.

"Yeah, and he's also had more pussy in two years than you have had all your life, loser!" King teased me so cruelly.

The next thing I knew, Vicky was straddling King's pole and easing herself down. Her married pussy swallowed his shaft to the hilt, balls deep.

Jason grinned at me. "Mom likes her ass fucked, Daddy!"

He grabbed his mother's hips as she bent forward to receive him. I watched in awe as my nine-year-old son pushed his throbbing cock inside her asshole, and then he and King went to town tagging her.

"Hmmmmm, that's it, baby! Fuck mommy nice and hard like you do after school every day."

My world was tossed around like a cyclone had swept through. I looked back at the bed and saw that the two men getting their cocks sucked had started to cum in and on my precious angel. They were shooting huge loads of hot white jizz all over her sweet face. The hat came off, letting her long brunette hair fly about as she got coated. She smiled at me through the goo.

"Come on, Daddy. Lick it all off, I know you want some of this," she tormented me.

Hell, she was right. I didn't know what was happening to me, nor did I have any idea how long this had been going on in my house, but I was strangely drawn to that pile of cum oozing down her sweet face. Her hair was matted slightly, but her eyes shimmered through the layer of milky jizz.

I fell to the bed and wantonly began cleaning her face with my tongue. She moaned softly, and on occasion her tongue darted out to tease mine. I don't know if she did that to taunt me in some cruel way, to sexually tease me, or to simply get her share of spunk, but I didn't really care. We even French kissed a few times and swapped cum between us. When it was all gone and I had swallowed the last drop of man-juice, she pulled me in and whispered in my ear.

"You are such a fucking sissy faggot, Dad!" Then she kissed my face and giggled, just before she started to cum from the fucking she was getting. Bruno was giving her a grampa style fucking, old-school, hard and deep, his cock like a giant piston in her tight mound, splitting her open.

"I'm fuckin' cummin'!" Ashley screeched as she hunched up into Bruno even more.

"That's it, bitch!" he growled. "Cum all over my hot dick, babyslut!"

Bruno's thick shaft made erotic wet fuck noises in her preteen pussy. All along my cock was raging hard in my pants, but since I am so small, it was hardly visible. I rubbed it gently, not wanting to draw too much attention to myself. The scene got more and more intense. Ashley screamed as she came along with Bruno. His huge balls were smacking her tiny little ass, and I could see them begin to contract. He made a few, last, deep full strokes inside my baby as he began to empty himself. I had no idea a sixty-five-year-old man could cum buckets, but he did. He filled her with more cream than a dairy, and a huge load of it poured back out of her sweet honey hole and down the crack of her ass. They both panted as they came down. Ashley grinned as she slid back on the bed, her legs splayed wide open, and cum seeping out of her hairless hole as she smiled at me.

"Come on, Daddy. It's creampie time!" she giggled.

I knew just what to do, and I didn't hesitate for a moment. I crawled up between her legs. She slid a few fingers into her gaping hole, fishing out a gob of cum. She reached down and teasingly rubbed it on my face the way she once would streak an icing-covered finger over my lips when she helped mom bake a cake. I eagerly tried to lick her fingers as they moved, making the three contractors laugh at me as they got dressed to leave.

I started to munch her delightful slit like a starving man at a buffet. It was noisy, wet, taboo and erotic. The cum flowed like honey into my mouth and down my throat, and all the while I licked her clean, she moaned like a cumwhore. I reached up and felt her small, half-lemon mounds. Her dark pink puffy nipples hardened in my fingertips as I devoured her cunny hole. Ashley had started blossoming a year back when she was ten, and ever since then I had had many wet dreams about her tight little body. My dreams had now become my reality as I ate her pussy.

"Get every drop, Dad" she moaned, pushing her wet pink clam up into my face even more.

I was finished after a good ten minutes of tongue cleansing. I hadn't realized that her legs had gently clamped down on my head as I devoured her, cutting off the outside sounds. When she finally released her grip, moans of ecstasy filled my ears. The three men were gone, leaving just my family and Mr. King. Vicky was in the throes of an intense orgasm as King and my son pummeled her mommy holes. I watched as Jason pounded her asshole and King her pussy. They were gifted cocksmen both, something I envied yet found strangely alluring. My son pulled out first, his mother screeching out loud as she came hard. He had no cum to speak of, but his hairless cock and balls shook and quivered in their own right. If he had been able to cum, I was sure it would be a gallon.

King lifted Vicky up and down in his powerful hands. Like a rag doll, she flailed about under his control. Her vagina seeped the juices of pleasure all over his nightstick, dark black and vein-covered. She must have squirted because his groin was wet with an off-white glaze, her panting reaching near pass-out stage. That's when he began to cum.

"Ride the King Cock!" he moaned as his testicles constricted. They looked like tennis balls in his sack for a moment, and I swear I saw the cum rush up the length of his shaft as his nuts released their pent up liquid.

Cum rushed out like a dam had broken inside her. It was as white as half-and-half and syrupy thick, and the more she rode him, the more it seemed to pump from his loins. When Vicky's quivering cum had subsided, she slid off. King beckoned my son to come to him. He dutifully climbed on top of my boss, facing me. King wrapped a big, strong arm around Jason's tiny waist. Their cocks were sticking straight up, a hard white one like a small flagpole above the large black mast below.

"Suck our dicks, bitch!" King ordered.

I knelt in front of them, a magnet of degradation pulling me in. I didn't know which cock to begin with, but I felt I needed to suck my son first and save the black cobra for last. I took his boy cock in my mouth, tasting my wife's acrid ass on his pole. I shamed myself on his flesh for a good fifteen minutes, enjoying every throated moan, mew, and yelp from his lips.

"Hmmmm, that's it, Daddy. You sure are a good cocksucker," he smiled down at me.

I just moaned a muffled, "Ummmm hmmmmph" on his slick dick.

I worked his shaft for a bit longer, before turning my attention to the object of my darkest desires. King's cock never softened as he patiently waited for me to suck Jason's prick for all it was worth. I held my son's cock in my left hand while I leaned down and began to lick my boss's cock. I slowly jacked Jason while I sucked Mr. King. His precum was ample and salty, and his shaft felt like it weighed a few pounds in my other hand. I slid the pointed tip of my tongue inside his pisshole, making him moan. When I began to lick up and down his shaft, I tasted my wife's essence, all sticky and damp. She never tasted so wonderful. Within moments I was sucking that black dick, with most of it down and into my throat.

I didn't stop until he came, and that seemed like an hour or more. He shot a load of goo down my throat that I eagerly milked out. When I was finished, I felt something snap on my neck. I realized I had been collared, and at the other end of the leash my preteen daughter smiled.

"From now on, Daddy, you belong to me. You do whatever I say, fuck whoever I demand, and suck every cock I order, got that?"

I nodded a shameful yes, but an intense rush of sexual energy invaded my cock and balls, sending a small load of cum into my underwear. As weird as it was, I had begun to resign myself to my new fate.

"You can thank me now, honey!" Vicky seemed to scold me with her words.

"Huh? For being the family pet?" I was in a daze and didn't know what she meant.

"No, dumbass! For getting us a good discount on the cabinets!"

"Discount?" I was puzzled.

"Yeah, your boss and I have been pimping out Ashley and Jason for the past year. We got 50% off the cabinets today thanks to your kids. Oh yeah, and we've been taking applications for a black gangbang this weekend. It's going to be so hot seeing Ashley with so much black dick in her!"

"And you're going to be my special party favor at the gangbang, Daddy!" Ashley chuckled, giving the leash a harsh jerk.

I grabbed my chest, feeling for a moment that I was going to have a heart attack. King cracked some joke about me that I didn't quite hear in my haze. All I knew was he caressed my face and told me how good I sucked his dick. It was the first time in 15 years that he complimented me, and in some strange and inappropriate way I liked it. But what he said next really floored me.

"Good boy, Wilkins. I'm gonna reload while Jason sucks my cock, and then I'm gonna fuck some ass."

As I processed his words, a panic set in...just whose ass did he mean?