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My 3D Dad
by Sakrum (mydadissosexy@yahoo.com)
***
A man gets the dad he always wanted. (MM, nc, rp, inc,
d/s, mast, oral)
***
Author Note: Not intended for any readers under 18.
This story contains rape, incest, and homosexual
themes. If any of these things offend you, then turn
back now.
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Hello. My name is Markus. I'm a 20-something year old
who lives with his sexy Dad in a small town called
Kirkland in northern Illinois, about an hour west of
some city called Chicago. I have no job, no car, and
no social life outside of the house. I'm supported by
my Dad, and a monthly Social Security check. The
government thinks I'm a moron, so they give me free
money.
I spend most of my time playing video games during the
day while listening to Juggalo music. At night, I rape
my Dad. That's right. You read it right. I rape my
Dad. I tie him up in chains and rape him. I rape my
Dad. I've been doing it for at least 15 years, ever
since I was a pre-teen. I know it's wrong, but it
feels so good I don't wanna be right.
Why do I rape my Dad? Well it's because he's so sexy.
He has long blonde hair, an orange beard, and huge
muscles. Most people say that it's actually fat, and
not muscle, but I don't agree. He's in his late-40s,
and is almost 50. However, he looks really good for
his age. The only flaw that I can think of is that
he's starting to get bags under his eyes. I think it's
from so many years of me raping him, and making his
life pure Hell for so long. It could also be the dope
that he smokes to relieve himself of the stress. Or it
could be both. He also drinks and smokes a lot too to
deal with the raping.
In fact, the stress was getting so bad that he even
went bald for a couple years, until I used my powers
to make his long sexy hair grow back, in order to make
him sexy again. Heck, even with bald hair, he was
still sexy. That's how sexy he is.
As for me, I'm about 23. I have blonde messy hair,
chubby, and have a light scar running down my cheek. I
got it from when my Dad and I were fighting, and he
took a knife and jammed it into my face. I used to
have freckles when I was younger, but when I got
older, I grew zits, and that destroyed them. The zits
are gone now, so now I have neither. I don't wear
shirts. I only wear black sweat pants that I never
wash. I also don't wear underwear.
Anyway, back to my Dad. He's become so used to being
raped over the years, he doesn't think it's a big deal
anymore. Sure, he still screams when I ram my cock up
his ass, and keep thrusting inside for hours on end,
but he's cum to terms with it. He just accepts it as
part of his everyday life. Sort of like how a person
who has some sort of disability or disease learns how
to deal with it and try their best to have a semi-
normal life. It's the same thing with my Dad.
I've thought about killing my Dad several times
before. One time, I came pretty close. I grabbed an
ax, and sneak up behind him as he was taking a shit. I
have the power to move through walls, and so I could
sneak up behind him in the room next door. I raised
the ax, and swung it towards his head, but then I
changed my mind. When I did, it was literally half an
inch from his head. If I changed my mind a mili-second
later, it would've been too late.
One day, I was playing video games, when my Dad got
home from work. I got an instant hard on when I saw
him cum through the door. My cock grew six inches in
an instant.
"Hi Dad," I said while reaching my hand into my pants.
"Hi, ya' little incest perve," he grumbled as he sat
on his ass. "Oh surprise, surprise. You're playing
video games." It was obvious my Dad was in a bad mood.
He's always in a bad mood. but more than usual this
time.
"Dad, why are you in such a bad mood? You're home with
me, your lover, Markus."
He just shook his head. "You're my son, not my lover.
But we've been over that a thousand times by now.
Literally."
I paused the game, turned around and took down my
pants (I don't wear underwear). "Suck it."
My Dad sighed, got on his knees, and started sucking
my cock. His mouth felt so good on my six inch cock. I
trained him to take my cock all the way in his mouth,
so he was gagging most of the time as my penis head
reached down his throat. I've been making my Dad suck
my cock for so many years, that he's become a real
pro. He knows how to lick and suck my dick in all the
right places, because he knows if I'm not a hundred
percent satisfied, there will be some very severe
consequences.
"Look up at me, groan, and say 'Oh Markus,' Dad."
"Oh, Markus," My Dad did a sexy groan as he looked at
me. Since my cock was stuffed in his mouth, it sounded
really muffled. It was so hot seeing my cock inside of
my mouth. After making him suck my dick for about a
minute, I was in the mood for him to suck my balls.
"Suck my balls," I commanded. He then took his mouth
off my cock, and began sucking my testicles. While he
did this, I took my dick and began rubbing it against
his head. "Oh, Dad..." I groaned. I then yanked his
hair, just for fun, which caused him pain. After a
couple minutes of sucking my balls, I was ready to
have an orgasm.
I grabbed my Dad's hair again, yanked his head back,
and made him look up at me. "Alright, Dad! Finish me
off! Make me cum!" I said while putting my cock
against his lips. "Let it back in!" He then opened his
mouth, and my penis went back inside. After sucking me
off for about another minute, I was almost ready to
cum.
"Dad! Keep sucking! Keep sucking! Yes! Yes! Yes!
OOOOHHHHH, DAAAAAD! OOOHHHH! YYYYEEEEAAAAHHHH!" I
yelled as I could feel an orgasm vibrate through my
body. I loved feeling my cum squirt in his nice, warm
mouth. That's what I live for (video games too). After
shooting all my cum in his mouth, he took his mouth
off my dick. "Swallow, you man whore," I said before
slapping his face.
He did as he was told. He let my man seed go down his
throat and into his sexy body. My Dad got off the
ground and sat back down on the couch. He didn't bitch
about it. He didn't say anything. Making him suck my
cock whenever I want him to, is just routine. A couple
times he's tried to bite my dick off with his teeth
when he's really pissed, and he's actually succeeded
too. Whenever he does, I scream in pain and he runs
away. However, I make my cock grow back, and take my
old cock he bit off and shove it down his mouth when I
eventually catch him.
"You know Markus, when's the last time you took a
shower?" my Dad asked.
"About three years ago. Why?" I asked, getting
suspicious.
"You've sat in the living room for so many years
playing video games, it's starting to smell like you.
You never shower, so the smell never changes. This
entire room is a bunch of BO," he said. That pissed me
off, so I took my X-Box 360, which I bought using tax
payer money, and threw it at his face. "OUCH! WHAT THE
FUCK, MARKUS!!?" he yelled. I must've hurt him really
bad, because he groaning in pain and covering his face
with his hands.
"NEVER INSULT ME AGAIN, DAD!" I yelled. I looked down
and noticed that the X-Box was broken! That took two
Social Security checks for me to buy. I was pissed.
"DAD, YOU MADE ME BREAK MY X-BOX! I WANT YOU TO BUY ME
A NEW ONE! RIGHT NOW!"
"Whatever, Markus. My point was is that we should get
some candles to get rid of the stench. I bought some
after work today, and I'm gonna start using them, OK?"
"You went somewhere after work without my permission?"
I asked.
My Dad is strictly forbidden from going anywhere
besides work unless he asks my permission first. I
want him straight home when he's done working, and he
better have a damn good reason to not be with me. If
he breaks that rule, there are horrible consequences.
"You know what, Dad? Just for that, you have to get me
a new X-Box 360 RIGHT NOW!" I screamed. I then got in
his hands and yelled at him some more. "RIGHT NOW!
NOW! NOW! NOW! NOW! GET ME A NEW X-BOX! NOOOOOWWWWWW!"
"ALRIGHT! I'LL GET YOUR FUCKIN' X-BOX!"
He got off his ass, put on his jacket, and went to
drive to get me a new X-Box. Since Kirkland is a small
town in the middle of nowhere, there are no major
stores here, so he had to drive at least half an hour
to the nearest Wal-Mart, and then another half hour
back, just for me.
It would be a while until he got back, so I was bored
and wanted to do something. I decided to take out one
of the candles that he bought. He's so sexy. It
smelled very nice. It was a cinnamon flavor. I then
used my powers to light the candle by blowing fire
from my mouth (I've almost burned down the house a
couple of times using my fire powers). I then placed
it next to me, and smelled the candle. I could tell
there was some incense. And it was getting me high.
The more I sniffed it, the higher I got. I felt like I
was moving up into the fifth dimension.
I then began to see visions. I started seeing demon
faces all over the place. They were smiling and
giggling. Not only that, but there were also glowing
flowers. I also began seeing an animated 3D image of
my Dad, and he had bigger muscles than usual. He also
had a bigger cock than usual. He was also taller than
usual. He's usually about six foot, which is average,
but was seven feet in my vision.
"Hello, Markus." he said with a big, deep voice that
echoed. He then smiled, and squinted his eyes.
"UUUUHHHH!" he grunted. The sound was loud that it was
shaking the house.
"Dad! You're so big and sexy! I've never seen you so
sexy before!"
"Then cum and make love to me, Markus," he said with
his sexy echoey voice.
He took out his massive cock, which I happily sucked.
When I give my Dad head, he usually doesn't like it.
He always sighs and rolls his eyes, but in my vision
he was closing his eyes, tilting his head back, and
smiling. The demons kept giggling and the flowers kept
glowing as I made love to me Dad. After sucking his
cock for three minutes, he cummed, and tons of his
hot, warm man seed dribbled into my mouth. Cum was
flowing into my mouth, and dripping down my chin. I
had never seen him cum so much! 3D was so much cooler
than real life Dad. If only 3D Dad was real.
As he orgasmed, he shouted, "BOOOLEEE! BOOOLEEE!
BOOOLEEE!"
After he was done cumming, he reached down, grabbed my
face, and gave me a kiss. His own cum that was on my
face smeared onto his lips. I could feel his tongue
roll in my mouth, and I did the same for him. Even
writing about it makes me hard.
"Oh 3D Dad, I wish we could hold and kiss each other
forever," I told him, beginning to tear up.
"Me too, Markus. Me too."
After he said that, my high wore off and 3D Dad
vanished. I was sad. The giggling demons and shiny
flowers were gone too. It was the most awesomest
experience of my life, and it only last a few minutes.
I needed to do this more. I needed to sniff more
incense so I could make love to 3D Dad.
"Oh 3D, Dad! I'm cumming back for you!"
I kept sniffing candle incense for several hours, and
kept having sex with 3D Dad over and over and over
again. It was so awesome, and so much better than sex
with my real Dad. The real Dad just screams and cries
when I have sex with him, but not this one. Not this
one indeed.
After doing this for many hours, my real life Dad
finally came home. He had a bag in his hand, with my
new X-Box inside.
"Here you go, your majesty. Another X-Box for you to
break when you throw another tantrum," he said.
"Go to Hell, Dad. You're NOTHING like 3D Dad!"
"3D Dad? What the hell is that?"
"GET THE FUCK AWAY, DAD! I'VE GOT A BETTER DAD NOW!
AND I DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE!"
"Good! Have fun fucking your 3D Dad, whatever the fuck
that is," he said before walking away.
I picked up my incense candle, and took another big
whiff. "3D Dad, let's have a magical night."
I spent the night having sex with 3D Dad, although
this one didn't scream, cry, or threaten to kill
himself when it was all over with. It was the best
night I ever had. The orgasms were great, the cum was
plentiful, and the sex was hot and passionate. We
literally fucked all night, and it was all thanks to
the incense. I spent the next several days, smelling
candle incense to have my visions. Unfortunately,
after a while, I was starting to run out, and I needed
to get more.
I had to know where my Dad got it, and if he could get
more. One morning, he was eating breakfast (I'm only
allowed to eat breakfast with him on the weekends). As
he was eating, I slammed the kitchen table six times
with my fist.
"Dad, where did you get the incense?"
"I got it from Yankee Candle at the Cherry Valley
mall."
I slammed the table six more times.
"Markus, do you have to keep doing that?"
"Buy me some more! I need to get high on those
candles! I've been having the best sex I've ever had
and I need you to buy more!"
"Markus, our budget is tight. You steal over half my
paycheck every week to pay for your gay porn DVDs and
video games! I can't afford it! We've barely got
enough to pay for groceries and bills!"
I was so pissed that I took his plate of food and
slammed it on the ground.
"IF I CAN'T HAVE SEX WITH 3D DAD, THEN I'LL GO BACK TO
RAPING YOU INSTEAD!"
"W-Well in that c-case..." he stuttered while grabbing
his wallet. He grabbed three hundred dollar bills and
gave them to me, although he was so nervous that his
whole body was shaking, and had trouble getting in his
wallet. "There! Buy all the incense candles 300 bucks
can get you!"
I screamed, "ARNEE DEESH! ARNEE DEESH! ARNEE
DEEEEEESSSSSHHHHH!" and ran away to get more candles.
When I got to Yankee Candle in the Cherry Valley mall,
and I bought 250-dollar's worth of incense candles. I
saved the other 50 dollars to get some new gay porn
DVDs that I can watch my Dad on Friday nights.
However, I used the incense so much that I ran out in
just a few days. I was becoming addicted. At first, I
only used the incense every few hours, then every few
half hours, then every half hour, then every 10
minutes, and then every 5 minutes, and then I was
doing it all day, every day, seven days a week. I
wasn't even playing video games. Suddenly, hundreds of
dollar's worth of incense wasn't that much.
I finally had to ask my Dad for more. He was working
on a van outside. He was half-way crawled underneath,
and I could see his ass crack. Kee. Our van is really
shitty and old, and it's always breaking down. The
reason we don't have a new one because I always drain
his wallet.
"Dad, I need more money for incense candles." I said.
"MARKUS! I DON'T HAVE THE MONEY! I DON'T GET PAID FOR
ANOTHER WEEK, AND WE BARELY HAVE ANY CASH!" he
screamed as he worked underneath the van.
I wasn't paying attention, since I kept looking at his
ass crack. It was turning me on. I've always loved my
Dad's man ass. His ass is nice, big, and hairy. I've
always liked to lick his asshole too.
"I want money for incense candles." I repeated.
My Dad sighed, got up from underneath the van, and got
in my face.
"I HAVE NO MONEY! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL
YOU!!?"
"Do you understand that if I can't rape 3D Dad, then
I'll have to rape YOU!!?"
"Markus, I have no idea who the fuck 3D Dad, or WHAT
it is, all I know is that it's something fucked up and
weird, but if it keeps you from raping ME instead,
then keep fucking him! But I don't have the money!
OK!!?"
I rape my Dad.
"OK, Daddy. Then I expect you naked, chained up to the
wall, tonight at midnight," I growled.
Suddenly, I thought of an idea. I would just steal his
money. I walked back inside the house, and picked up
his wallet, which was on the kitchen table, and took
out all the money inside. There was only about a
hundred dollars, which he probably needed for gas and
bills, but I didn't care. After taking the money, I
ran toward Cherry Valley, which was like a half an
hour away. I could have just used my powers to warp
over there instantly, but I forgot that I had those
powers, and kept running. I needed 3D Dad!
I got to the mall, and was out of breath. I had ran
non-stop, and felt like Hell. I looked up at the
balcony where I could see Yankee Candle. I then ran up
the escalator, pushing and shoving people out of the
way. I made a little girl fall backwards on the
escalator, which hurt her pretty bad. I then got up to
the store, and grabbed a hand full of incense candles.
"I WANT CANDLES!" I yelled.
"OK! OK! You need to calm down, kid," the cashier
said. "You don't need to scream and yell every time
you buy these things."
I was pissed. Nobody insults me! I was bent down, and
was looking up at him, still catching my breath. My
eyes began glowing red, and blood starting foaming
down my mouth, and my teeth grew. The cashier started
looking scared for some reason.
"O-Ok! Just c-calm down," he stuttered.
As he took my money, and was getting out my change, I
kept staring at him with my red eyes, sharp teeth,
blood foaming mouth, and glowing eyes. I could tell it
was freaking him out. He gave me my change, I grabbed
the candles and ran off. As I ran through the mall,
everybody was staring at me. The security guards told
me to slow down, but I didn't listen. I've gotten in
trouble with them many times. When I finally got home,
my Dad was by the kitchen table, holding open his
wallet. He looked pissed.
"WHERE DID THOSE CANDLES CUM FROM, MARKUS!!? AND
WHERE'S MY MONEY!!? GEE, I WONDER IF THERE'S A FUCKING
CONNECTION!!?" he yelled.
My Dad is always cute when he gets angry (but also
annoying).
"You know what? 3D Dad would NEVER yell at me! 3D
would be understanding of why I stole your money to
buy these candles! So-" I began to say, but my Dad was
very rude and interrupted me.
"I'M SO SICK OF HEARING ABOUT 3D DAD! WHO THE FUCK IS
HE!!?"
"He's a 3D version of you that I see when I get high
on incense and travel to the fifth dimension! And he's
a version of you who's sexy! And he likes it when I
rape you! Although since he enjoys it I guess it's
technically not rape, but I still like to pretend that
it is! But either way, he's MUCH better than you!"
"Markus, you can't just steal my money! OK? I have to
pay for bills, gas, groceries, taxes, and other shit
so we can have a roof over our head! And now all my
money is gone, and I had tons of bills to pay for next
week, that I now can't pay! Which means tons of
FUCKING LATE FEES!"
"That's not my problem, Dad! As long as I can fuck 3D
you, nothing else matters! Now if you'll excuse me,
I'm gonna make love to 3D you," I said.
I turned around, went into the living room, lit the
candle, and embraced the incense.
"OOOOHHHHH YYYEEEEAAAHHHH!" I groaned sexually, taking
in the smell.
The latest batch of candles I had bought only lasted
for two days. Yeah, I was using them that much. I
literally screamed when I found out I was out of
candles! I needed more money! But my Dad claimed we
were out! So what was I to do? As usual, I asked my
Dad for money. And again, as usual, he yelled at me,
and said no. But I had to think of something. Should I
rob a bank? Should I rob a neighbor's house? I
couldn't decide. But it suddenly hit me that perhaps I
could steal money from my Dad's drawer. I remembered
he sometimes keeps money in there.
I decided to go for it. You can easily go into his
bedroom through our living room, which is right next
door, but I forgot you could do that. So I had to
crawl through the window.
So as soon as my Dad went to work one morning, I
lifted the bottom of the window seal, and lifted it
up. I then crawled inside. It was a pain in the ass,
but I managed to crawl in. Since I'm a couple hundred
pounds overweight, I run out of breath easily, and was
having a hard time breathing. After 10 minutes of
catching my breath, I got up to the drawer, and looked
for cash. I kept looking and looking, and was just
mostly finding underwear, socks, and other things.
Finally, I found some cash. It was two bucks. Two
bucks? That's it? I was pissed. I slammed the top of
the drawer in anger.
"THAT'S NOT ENOUGH!" I yelled. "DAD! WHERE DO YOU KEEP
YOUR FUCKING MONEY!?"
I then crawled back out the window, and went back
inside my house through the front door to play some
video games.
Since I was out of incense candles, I decided to just
play video games for hours and hours non-stop, until
he finally came home.
"Why aren't you fucking 3D Dad?" he asked.
I was too busy playing video games to respond. I just
said, "Uh" and that was it. He then went over to his
bedroom, and brought back out what looked like a
camera. I was playing video games, so I wasn't really
paying attention, and I didn't care.
After about 10 minutes, he came back into the living
room with a video tape in his hand.
"Markus, I wanna talk to you," he said. I wasn't sure
what was going on. I thought maybe he was going to
talk to me about pudding, but it wasn't the case. "Did
you sneak into my bedroom?" he asked.
"Of course not. Why would I sneak into your bedroom,
Daddy?" I asked. I was lying, of course. I lie to my
Dad all the time.
"Are you sure?" he asked. "Then why was the window
open?"
"I don't know," I lied. "Maybe Melissa was trying to
sneak in to use the bathroom."
Melissa is my fat sister.
"Really?" he asked. "Then why are the drawers all
open?"
I just stared at him, trying to think of an answer,
but I couldn't think of anything. I went back to
playing video games. My Dad however picked up the
remote, pointed it at the TV, and turned on the VCR,
which meant I couldn't see my game anymore! I looked
up, and on the TV was video of me sneaking into the
room through the window. He actually video taped me!
"FUCK YOU, DAD!" I yelled as I slammed the newly paid
for X-Box with my fist.
"Markus, I placed a hidden camera in my room. I had a
feeling you would try to steal my money, and I caught
you red handed," he said.
"YOU COCK SUCKER! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU VIDEO TAPED ME!"
I screamed.
I was so fucking pissed! What he did was wrong!
"Markus, you sneak into MY bedroom to steal money!
THAT was wrong!" my fat Dad said. "Besides, you have
Social Security money that the government gives you
every month for being a fucking retard, why not use
that instead?"
"BECAUSE IT'S NOT ENOUGH! I NEED AS MUCH INCENSE AS I
CAN GET!" I explained. He just didn't understand.
Nobody does. WHY!!?
"You know, Markus, I think I need to put you in a
home," my Dad said, while shaking his head. "This
candle incense shit is getting extreme. Really
extreme."
"I hate you," I growled. I then spit in his face and
ran downstairs to my room in the basement.
Afterwards, I heard my Dad go to the tip of the
stairs.
"OH YOU HATE ME, HUH!!? AND YET YOU HAVE NO PROBLEM
TAKING FOOD FROM ME! USING THE ELECTRICITY I PAY FOR!
USING THE WATER I PAY FOR EVERY MONTH! I DO SO MUCH
FOR YOU, AND YOU REPAY ME BY STEALING MY MONEY, RAPING
ME, AND SPITTING IN MY FACE!!? FUCK YOU!"
"Really? Yes please," I said.
I then made tentacles cum from my body and reach out
of my room and towards the upstairs. My Dad screamed,
because he knew what was about to happen. I was about
to rape him. He started running and screaming, and I
was trying to reach him with my tentacles. I warped
in-front of my Dad, which stopped him in his tracks.
He screamed again when he saw me, and I was less than
a foot in-front of him. I gave him an evil smile,
grabbed his throat, and lifted him off the ground.
"Praeparo instruo futus," I said. That's Latin for
'Prepare to be raped.'
I then slammed him to the ground with my tentacols
(which probably hurt him), got my cock out, used my
powers to make him butt naked, and jumped on top of
him. "GET OFF ME, MARKUS! YOU'RE GROSS AND SWEATY!" he
yelled. I didn't say anything. I just giggled and
inserted my cock inside of his asshole, which caused
him to scream in pain. I then started thrusting inside
his tight, warm asshole. As usual, it felt soooo good.
I could hear the sound of my ball sack smacking
against his own ball sack.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"GET OFF OF ME! YOU'RE SO HOT AND SWEATY I CAN'T EVEN
BREATH!" he screamed.
"Shut up!" I said, slapping his face. I then placed my
face down, and bit one of his tits, while sucking and
slurping on it. It made him scream in pain. You can
see bite marks on his tits from all the years I've
bitten on his nipples. I continued fucking him in the
ass, thrusting my unit in and out, in and out, in and
out of his poop hole, getting closer to an orgasm
every time I did so. I stopped sucking his nipples,
and smacked his face again. "OH DAD! YOUR ASS IS SO
TIGHT!" I growled.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
My Dad kept crying and crying, and yelling as I fucked
him. This was pretty typical, and happens every single
time. I admit that I enjoy hearing my Dad suffer as I
destroy his asshole. It makes it even more enjoyable.
After I fucked his ass for a couple minutes, I finally
burst my seed into his asshole. "OOOOHHHH, DAAAAD!
OOOHHHH, YYYYEEEESSS!"
My orgasm felt so good, although not as good as it
usually is with 3D Dad. I then took my dick out.
"ALRIGHT, DAD! I WANT YOUR DICK!" I said. I then used
my powers to make his cock hard, thick, and six inches
long. I then put my mouth onto his cock, and began
sucking. I made a bunch of sexy groans, hoping that it
would turn him on, but it never does. He never likes
it when I fuck him. I even lightly nibbled his cock,
because I think it's hot to nibble cocks like hot
dogs.
I took my mouth off his cock and started jerking him
off instead. I looked right at his face, spit on him,
and growled, "KEEEESSSSHHHH!" I then went back to
sucking him off. After a couple minutes, he orgasmed,
and cummed in my mouth. "OOOOHHHH, DAAAAD! I LOVE YOUR
MAN CUM!" I yelled while his cum was shot up into my
mouth. I took that cum, which was dribbling down my
mouth, and rubbed it all over my chest.
"Oh, Dad! I can feel you on my body!" I said.
Having his cum on my chest turned me on again, so I
started masturbating. I got up, positioned myself
right above his face, and kept beating off. After
about a minute, I had another orgasm and cummed again,
and this time it was all over his face. "YEAH! YEAH!
YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!" I grunted as I felt my second
orgasm. My Dad was grossed out, but just laid there
and took it.
"LICK IT UP! DO IT! LICK UP MY CUM!"
My Dad used his tongue to lick up the cum that was on
his orange beard. "DAD! DO IT ALL SEXY LIKE! GROAN FOR
ME AND DO IT RIGHT!" I screamed. He started doing sexy
groans as he ate my cum. He used his hands to gather
all the hot, warm cum I spewed all over his sexy face
and placed it in his mouth. After a couple minutes, he
ate all of my semen.
"I want you see to say, 'MMMMMMMMM I love your cum so
I much I wish they sold it in grocery stores on
Saturdays."
"MMMMMM. I love your cum so much I wish they sold it
in grocery stores on Saturdays," he repeated.
Well, I was satisfied. I was done raping him.
"Alright, Dad. We're done until later tonight. But
before you go, I want you to get on your knees!"
Being the good little bitch that he is, he did as I
told him. I then turned around, opened up my ass
cheeks, and farted right in his face. It's a little
ritual that I like to do whenever I get done raping
him. After that my Dad got up from his knees, still
catching his breath from barely being able to breath
from my fat, sweaty body. He just looked at me, and
shook his head.
"I hate you, Markus. I literally hate you."
He turned around, and went towards the bathroom so he
could throw up. Sometimes he gets so grossed out by
having sex with his own son that it literally makes
him sick. I don't see what's so gross about having sex
with your own son, but whatever. I smiled, and sighed,
satisfied with our love making. The sex wasn't as good
as it was with 3D Dad, but the fact he was being raped
made up for it, and I realized how much I missed
raping him. I missed his screaming, crying, and the
occasional vomiting afterwards.
Rape.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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