For what seemed like forever, he slowly worked his prick into my hole,
occasionally pulling out to give me a fucking motion. I could feel each
and every push like he was shoving the handle of a hammer inside me, the
hardness never revealing any softness.
As soon as he was completely inside of me, dad wasted no time getting down
to business. He fucked me rough and loudly, as if he hadn’t gotten off in
"Is this what you’ve dreamt of, boy? Are you sure you wanna be daddy’s
slut for life?”
"Yes, sir. Please keep fucking me. I want you to use my body, daddy. I
want to be your boy, sir.”
Dad bent over and took my nipple into his mouth, nibbling on it and running
his tongue over it. I’d never done much with nipple play but it only
intensified what I was feeling with dad inside of me. He repeated the same
with my other nip.
I grabbed the back of his head and brought him down into a kiss, wet and
sloppy. I was half panting by this point and told dad that I never wanted
him to stop fucking me.
"Where do you want it, baby? Where do you want daddy’s cum?"
"Please breed me, daddy. Show me you own me, daddy. Please breed me!"
"That’s daddy’s little faggot," he purred into my ear. "Your cunt is
tighter than your mother’s.”
Hearing him tell me that I was a better fuck that my mom sent me over the
edge. I had succeeded in pleasing my daddy and showing him that he didn’t
need some new wife or any more cheap whores he used to pick up at the bars.
I came in four quick, heavy spurts, impressing myself with the strength
with which they shot out of my dick. As I came, my cunt tightened around
daddy’s dick, milking it and causing him to moan in pleasure. He started
cumming and I could feel four or five spurts, each hot and powerful.