“I tried to make it as comfortable as I could, but I wanted to make sure your balls had room to hang so the girls can get to them too if they want.”
My head started spinning as my daughter made this last remark. I suddenly realized I was harder that I had been in years and my throbbing cock was now poking straight out in my pants. Lindsay didn’t make any notice of it, so I tried to ignore my excited state and asked her about the straps on the chair.
“I’m not really into S&M stuff,” I said.
“The straps are to help make the girls feel safer. It helps them feel like they are in control and free to explore and experiment at their own speed. If things go like I hope and the girls get comfortable with everything, maybe we can take them off later.”
I was searching my head for some logical argument to make. My grip on morality was failing fast and my daughter could see I was struggling for any reason to resist further. My daughter had planned everything brilliantly, and left me little to work with. I kept asking myself if this was really happening. The details and reality of what she was suggesting were finally beginning to congeal in my head.
“So they won’t know it’s me, and I won’t know which of them is…um, touching me, right?” My resistance was almost gone now.
“Well…” she began. “…that’s where I modified the website’s idea a bit. I made you a special hood you can see out of almost perfectly, but they won’t be able to see you.”
I felt my cock throb against my pants when she said this. I would actually get to watch these young girls use my cock for their own curiosity and pleasure, without them knowing I was really their best friend’s dad. Then a thought occurred to me.
“What if they change their minds or get freaked out?” I asked.
“I told you. I already discussed this with them. They’re really excited, dad. Kristy told me she already masturbated twice this morning thinking about it, and Amy told me she was already soaking wet when she got here.”
That was it. My last barrier of hesitation and decency washed away as I finally nodded to my daughter.
“Ok,” I resigned. “I guess you got all the answers, and I did make you a promise.”
“Yay!” my daughter cheered as she clapped her hands, kissed me right on the lips, and gave me a big hug. I became all too aware of my massive erection pressing against her as she held me. She must have felt it to, because when she let go she looked directly down at my bulge and said “Let’s get that thing some of the attention he deserves.”
Quietly we stepped back inside the house behind the makeshift curtain.
“Time to get naked, daddy!” Lindsay said with enthusiasm. I was about to protest, but then realized at this point it would be kind of dumb. I stripped off my shirt and pants as my daughter stood there watching. I was about to pull my boxers off when one last detail occurred to me.
“Um, you’re not going to be…you know…um, participating,” I asked hesitantly. It was one thing to let her friends fondle me anonymously, but I didn’t think I was ready to let my own daughter touch me like that.