My parents divorced a year or so ago. My mom got a younger guy, a yoga instructor. The divorce wasn't easy and I stayed with my father out of pity. Out of pity and because his house was closer to the advertising agency where I work.
My father owns a car dealership and is quite an attractive man for his age, 43. He's tall, dark-haired, with a dark beard and very short hair starting to receed. He has a gym in his garage and runs almost every day and has a body that's somewhere between slim and lean. His arms are hairy and you can also see hair coming out of the top buttons of the shirts he wears every day. Unlike him, I don't have any hair and the ones I do have I shave off completely with depilatory cream.
I like to cook for my dad because I get home from work quite early, around 4pm. He has that masculine energy that makes me feel safe. In fact, my last boyfriend broke up with me because I didn't want to leave the house and leave my father alone to live.
One day, after my dad got home from the dealership and went to train, I was finishing making steak parmigiana for dinner. When I finished and went to call him for dinner, I heard him on his cell phone with someone.
"Yes, I'd like to know the prices. For tonight if possible."
He was wearing a sweaty strapless gray sweat shirt, black shorts and sports shoes. His legs were dark and full of hair. The room smelled of his sweat.
"My interest was in anal. I haven't had sex for almost a year; I won't last long. Half an hour should do it."
Fuck! My father was calling a prostitute. I was standing there in the garage doorway.
"100? But can it be raw? I'm not used to using condoms."
He was already grabbing his cock over his shorts and his material was starting to get erect.
That's when I had an idea. I ran back into the house and went to my bathroom. I showered very quickly, fortunately I do intermittent fasting during the day and it was very quick douche. I lubricated my ass with a dildo. I put on some sports leggings and a thong and ran back. He was still in the garage gym and kept making phone calls.
"Not without a condom? I'll pay extra."
He didn't want to do it with a condom, that was clear. And I was going to let my father fuck my ass raw and fill my hole with milk, if he accepted, of course.
"Dad, dinner's ready."
He fumbled with his cell phone and his hard cock in his sports shorts.
"David, I didn't hear you, you sound like a ninja. Dad's coming. I'll have to start paying you a salary for making me dinner every day, even your mother never did that." And he laughed out loud, awkwardly.
"No problem, I like helping you Dad."
The phone call hadn't been disconnected and I could hear a prostitute on the other end of the line talking.
"I think you should answer your friend." I said with irony in my voice... and jealousy.
He disconnected the call, flustered.
"It was telemarketing. Shall we have dinner?"
"It's still finishing in the oven." I replied with a lie.
Gathering up all the courage I could, I took off my leggings and stripped down to my thong.
"Dad, I heard you were looking for a whore to fuck in the ass. You don't have to pay, just fuck mine."
I got on all fours on the weight bench and spread the edges of my ass with my hands.
"David, what's getting into you?"
My father's voice got thicker and he stuttered. Looking back, I could see that his cock was still hard in his sports shorts.
"It's already lubricated, just stick it in and fuck it. You'll save money and sexually transmitted diseases."
And I laughed. My heart was pounding. I didn't know how it would turn out. It could go very wrong.
"Are you serious?"
"I'm serious, Dad, I love you, I'll do anything for you. If you need an ass to fuck, I'll give you mine. Just stick it in, it's full of lube."
"Fuck, I'm your father but you've got the ass of a young whore."
My father came up behind me and I felt his hands on my smooth ass.
"David, I only like rough fucking. That's one of the reasons your mother and I got divorced. If I put my cock in, I won't be able to stop until I cum and it'll hurt. Are you sure you want that? I'm going to lose control completely. I haven't fucked a pussy in a year."
"Use my pussy however you want, Dad. Dinner's ready in the oven for later."
"This is going to be quick, but fuck it."
My father pulled down his shorts and shifted my thong. With my neck turned back, I saw that he had a thick cock full of veins and a thick head.
He pointed his cock at my pink, shaved hole and asked:
"Ready?" His eyes were hungry. And that was the image I kept before resting my head on my arms and pushing my ass up even further.
"I'm ready, Dad."
He shoved his hard cock in all at once. Fortunately, my ass was full of lube, but it was still hard and I screamed.
"Now hold on, I told you how to fuck."
Without even waiting for me to adapt, my father began to fuck my ass hard, literally hammering it.
"What a fucking tight ass! I needed that."
My father's sweat was falling on my buttocks and I was screaming loudly. Luckily we don't have any neighbors and I could scream like a cheap whore.
"Take it, just fucking take it, this is going to be fast! I'm going to fill your cunt with milk!"
With firm, strong thrusts, my father began to roar loudly and filled my ass with hot cum. I could feel more than twenty pulsations of his thick cock inside my hole. The man was full of milk. I was completely ecstatic and crying with pleasure.
"Fuck! I've filled your cunt with my load, David. Now go take a shower and serve your father dinner!"
And with that he pulled out of me, making his giant load run down my asshole.
After my father fucked my ass in the gym at our house, our relationship became a little strange. I noticed that he distanced himself from me a bit, avoided me and during dinner would always make work calls or say he was listening to the news. Unfortunately for my ass, I couldn't forget the feeling of my own father fucking my pink hole. I knew he wanted to do it again but he didn't have the courage and I felt ashamed to ask again and be rejected by him. So I decided to put another plan into practice.
One afternoon after leaving work, I went to the Chinese store and bought the most slutty lingerie possible. Lace, corsets, high-heeled shoes and a blonde wig. I went to Sephora and bought some foundation and a very red lipstick. I'd accessed the PC in the house and in the search history I saw the porn my father liked to watch. Blonde women with red lipstick and glasses being fucked in the ass by their bosses in the office or against the hood of cars.
As part of the plan to avoid me, my father was leaving the car dealership later and later, so I shaved, showered my hole, put on my lingerie, wore a black blazer over it and put on make-up. I drove to his dealership in my car, it was already dark. I parked, put on my wig and changed my Nike sneakers for high heels. Luckily for me, I was already wearing glasses and they would fit my slutty secretary look. Like a true whore, I went to the stand and entered. It was already locked but I had a spare key that my dad always leaves at home. I heard noises from the office and my high heels hammered their way in. I was nervous, of course, but I knew he would recognize me, I was his son after all.
I knocked on the door and heard his deep voice:
“Who is it? Come in.” He probably thought one of his salesmen hadn't left yet.
I pushed open the door and went in. He had his shirt sleeves rolled up, his strong, hairy forearms standing out. Unshaven, tie already loosened.
“Good evening, I've come to answer the ad for a secretary.” I did my most slutty voice.
“David, what the fuck!”
“Aren't you looking for a secretary who likes to give her ass against the boss's desk?”
I turned around and opened my blazer, there were fishnet stockings and a thong.
“Fucking whore, I don't have a fucking son, I have a cheap whore at home.”
My father stood up and I saw that his cock was already hard in his gray suit pants.
“Show me what you can do with your mouth, faggot. Get down on your knees.”
I obeyed my father and knelt on the floor of his office. He unzipped his suit pants and pulled out his thick cock. The smell of sweat and male cock piss flooded my nostrils. Without fear, I opened my red-painted mouth and swallowed the head of his cock.
Without hesitation, my father grabbed my head and made me swallow his cock all at once. I choked and coughed.
“No choking, bitch. You don't want to serve your boss? So Open your whore mouth. Take the cock, without drama and bullshit.”
I drooled all over myself and opened my mouth like a blow-up doll, letting my father fuck my mouth like a cunt. Drool ran down my chin, mixed with my red lipstick.
“Fucking faggot, you really like cock, don't you? I've been trying to avoid fucking you every day, but it's going to be hard to resist. Having a whore like this at home isn't for everyone, it's a real luxury.”
I licked his heavy divorced man balls. My father slammed his hard cock into my face, hard, leaving my white skin well marked and red. My little dick crackled with arousal inside my thong.
“Bend over Dad's desk, you cheap whore.”
I got up from the floor, my father threw all the papers and car catalogs on the floor and I bent over his desk with my legs open. He came up from behind and ripped off my stockings and thong, leaving me totally at his mercy. He spat onto his thick fingers and wet my asshole. An asshole that was blinking with desire for that thick cock that had already fucked me days ago.
“You already know how you're going to get your ass fucked, don't you, faggot? Hard and I don't want to hear any complaints. But this time I want to cum all over your face and glasses, understand? When I'm about to cum, I'll let you know and you'll get down on your knees to receive the milk. Got it?”
“Yes, Dad, got it.” I replied, dying for him to start hammering my ass.
I didn't have to wait long. My father started fucking me hard against his office desk. I moaned loudly.
“Fuck me, Daddy, don't stop. Get that cock all the way in.”
“Take it faggot and keep it down.” I was slapped on the ass and my head was pushed against the desk. The blonde wig came off and he pulled my real hair.
“You want to start giving your father your ass every day, don't you, faggot? Is this what I put you in the world for? To take it up the ass? How many people have fucked you in the ass?”
“I just want your cock, Dad. I need it. It's the best cock in the world, daddy.”
“Fucking faggot” he roared.
My father grabbed my hips and fucked me as hard as he could, the sound of sex was loud in the office of his car dealership.
“Kneel down, I'm going to cum.”
My father's thick cock came out of me and he grabbed it as I knelt in front of him again.
“Take Dad's cum, take it.”
Jets of thick cum started hitting my glasses and face, filling me completely. The smell of cum was strong, mixed with the smell of sex and sweat.
I licked up as much as I could and swallowed as he rubbed the head of his cock and spread the seed of his orgasm all over my slutty face.
We heard a loud roar and outside the office was a younger man masturbating and cumming all over in jets onto the floor.
“Pedro, what are you still doing here?” My father said, gasping from his orgasm.
“Sorry, boss, I forgot a contract. Sorry, sorry. I didn't see anything." Cum dripped from his curved cock onto the floor of my father's office as he left in a rush.
After the fuck in the office, my father seemed to be really upset.
“This can't go on, David. My employee caught us. Fuck. Imagine if he told the rest of the staff.”
The next few days weren't easy. My father was furious that Pedro had caught him fucking my ass. Pedro was one of his younger salesmen at the car dealership. He must have been about 30. Short hair, beard, a few tattoos on his arms. I'd seen him a few times and knew he had a girlfriend.
“Relax, Dad. He was jerking off, clearly enjoying the show.”
“David! You've got to control yourself, I'm your father.”
It was hard to resist my father in the house, and no matter how many times I offered him my ass and mouth, he'd lock himself in his office and refuse. I was completely freaked out and horny. I was addicted to my father and his cock. I needed the milk of the man who made me, I needed the nectar of my DNA to satisfy me.
I tried looking for some older guys on Grindr and called them Dad while they fucked my ass. They liked it and it satisfied my hunger, but not 100%.
Fortunately, the dry spell didn't last long. One Friday I was making Greek Moussaka for dinner when my dad came into the house with none other than his best salesman, Pedro. The drop-dead gorgeous guy who had caught me taking it up the ass from my own father.
“Son! We have a guest for dinner.”
My heart raced immediately. Since the divorce, my father had never brought anyone home for dinner. What would be the purpose of that dinner visit? My ever-stimulated and excited mind began to create scenarios. Pedro was wearing a dark green Fred Perry polo shirt and light brown twill pants. His arm tattoos were visible and very sexy, a mix of action movie characters and Japanese samurai motifs. My father was wearing his usual shirt with the sleeves rolled up and suit pants.
“I made Moussaka, I hope you're not a vegetarian, Pedro.”
Pedro gave me a firm handshake.
“Do you think these muscles are made with broccoli?” With that joke he flexed his biceps and I almost fainted in the kitchen. Fucking strong muscles. I wanted to lick those arms.
I laughed and took the tray of food out of the oven to cool it down to a temperature that we could eat.
“The Moussaka is boiling, we have to wait at least 20 minutes before we can serve it.” I announced.
“Son, Pedro and I are going to the living room to watch a bit of the Chelsea match. Pour us a whisky.”
My father's tone of voice was affectionate but there was something dominant about it. He was giving me orders. I'd only awakened this side of him after the first time he fucked me in the garage of our house.
“Yes, Dad, right away.”
“Tonight I want you to call Pedro and me sir whenever we talk to you, understand?”
I felt my ass going inside, flashing with arousal.
“Yes, sir.” I answered, half-stuttering.
My father and his employee went into the living room and turned on the TV. I heard the sounds of the soccer match flooding the house. I went to the drinks cabinet and took out the whisky and two crystal glasses.
“Plain or on the rocks, gentlemen?”
“On the rocks.” They both replied almost in unison.
I served them the whisky on the rocks and my father wouldn't let me leave the room.
“Kneel down. I want you to give me a blowjob while I watch the game, understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
Fuck, I couldn't believe my luck. What I'd been fantasizing about all week was going to happen. I automatically dropped to my knees.
My father unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick and already stiff cock.
“Start sucking, son. Suck your father's cock, without teeth, otherwise I'll get upset, understand?”
“Yes, Dad. I mean, yes, sir!”
“Atta boy!”
On my knees I could see Pedro grabbing his already hard cock inside his pants. He couldn't take his eyes off me, his mouth half open, completely amazed to see me start to suck my own father's thick cock.
“These guys don't play at all. They haven't produced any results.”
“This Maresca doesn't know how to coach these guys. He's weak.” Pedro replied, pulling out his hard cock. It was big, long and the head was already wet with pre-cum.
I was still on my knees, orally serving my own father while he drank whisky and commented on some soccer match and its technicalities.
My father stood up when it was a near-goal opportunity and I almost fell over backwards.
“I didn’t tell you to stop sucking, did I, fag?”
“No, sir, sorry”
“More saliva and deep strokes and less talking.”
Pedro masturbated slowly. My father stood up and took advantage of the position to fuck my mouth. The sounds of facefucking and gagging were now louder than the soccer match they were watching.
“Score, Sancho, fucking score.” Pedro shouted at the TV.
“Fuck, what a goal!” And there was a goal in the stadium as I was completely fucked in the mouth by my father's thick cock smelling of sweat and piss from a day of work away from home.
“I'm going to score in this whores mouth in notime, do you want to see?” My father asked his salesman.
He began to fuck my throat as if it were some whore's cunt and started to roar and grunt as he filled my mouth with milk.
Cum on that fag slut, boss. Make her swallow it all. Fuck, that's it! - Pedro urged.
I swallowed it all, I had no choice and I cleaned my father's cock before he sat back down on the sofa with his strong drink.
“It's your turn, do you want it? The whore has already served me, now it's all yours.”
“Fuck yeah, boss, the best bonus ever.
“You deserve it for selling the Tesla. Enjoy it.”
Pedro approached me with his long, long cock in his hand to use me…
CONTINUE…
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