If someone from school found out about my cross dressing then I would have my life practically ruined.After school I got really excited, I practically...had the whole house to myself to explore my body and my fantasies. My hot ex-marine brother was out of town with his girlfriend. My sister was having a sleep over at her best friend's house. Her best friend was Amanda. Amanda and I were both Sixteen, and I had lost my virginity to Amanda, and I, at the same time, had taken hers. It was perfect,. But it was enough to make her heart pulse in excitement. His intent was obvious. It would be inside her. There would be electricity at some point. She didn't know if it would be painful or pleasant - she had experienced both from her Master. She didn't care -- she would do what he wanted. She would do what SHE wanted, which was to obey Him. All these thoughts raced through her mind even as she began to follow his simple two word command.She gathered the long, flowing skirt in her hands as she. More than enough invitation. The hunk rounded on me, grasped my upturned cheeks, squeezed them, aimed and sank inside. I was forced to the wall, my forearms stopping my face from being grazed, allowing me to push back into his sculpted form.Our tempo was frenzied from the start, the slapping of our bodies echoing down the narrow alley, the fucking bell on my hat jingling with each delicious thrust. I couldn't keep quiet, moaning every time I was filled and sucking breath when he withdrew. His. Strangely I didn't even blush as he saw the moisture gathered at my crotch. He reached down and gave me his hand and I rose unsteadily to my feet. The next thing I knew I was in his arms and opening my eyes to see his worried look. It hadn't been but a momentary black out , but apparently the concussion was very much real. “Daddy? What happened?” I asked as he held me up against him tightly, his chest bounding as he almost cried. I lifted my head to look into his eyes, but didn't quite make it..