Do it with your family
(This story is fictional and all characters are over 18 years old)
When my fiance said that she wanted me to get to know her father better, I don't think that's what she thought.
It all started when I asked her to marry me. We're in a very stable relationship, me and Lisa, so I thought it was the right thing to do. We're both very happy, but after the engagement, she decided that we should wait until the honeymoon to do it again, that this would make it “more special”.
In the first week, I was fine. I had to masturbate a little but overall, it was easy. The second and third weeks we're getting a little hard for me to wait. After a month, I was begging her for at least a blowjob, just a fast one. She was determined to wait, I don't know how she was handling it.
Then a month became two, then three. And suddenly, I couldn't wait anymore. I was masturbating three or four times a day, my cock was becoming living flesh. After three year's with her, and fucking her constantly, I wasn't used to so much time without sex anymore. So… I am not happy with it, but I looked for a whore.
It was just sex, so I just took any cheap whore that I could find and brought her to a motel. It was terrible, I was so horny that I came in less than one minute, waited for like 15 minutes to try it again and see if I could hold any longer but came in less than two minutes again. So, besides the guilty, I was feeling a terrible fucker and thinking that our “special night” wouldn't be so much of a night, maybe a special second. But she continued steady as a rock in her will to wait.
Two or three weeks later, I was almost calling that hooker again. I didn't want to, but I was so horny again… and the stress of the wedding, choosing cakes, and flavors, and decorations, and all of this boring shit… I just needed to fuck something. That's when she called to her house, saying that she would be out for the day solving marriage stuff and her father, James, asked if I didn't want to meet him to “bond”.
Even though we've been together for three years, I didn't spend too much time with her father, but he always treated me with respect, so I thought “why not”. Since her mother passed away, she was very close with him, so I thought it would be a nice thing to do for her.
When I arrived there, she was out already. Her father invited me in and handed me a beer. He was in her fifties or sixties, maybe, but he didn't look old, he was very tall and strong, even though he had that famous “dad belly”. I always wondered why he didn't marry again, because even though I'm straight, I can see that any woman would think of him as a beautiful man. Besides, I also feel a little small around him, I am not really small, but he was way taller than me, and even though I do workout, he's just… bigger.
We sit in the living room, drinking beer and watching some random sports channel. We talked a little and it was a nice afternoon, and I was happy to go there. I had almost forgotten my horniness and even though maybe I just needed to spend more relaxing moments like that, watching sports with my soon to be father in law. That's when he changed the channel.
All of a sudden, without a warning, porn started to show on the television. I was surprised, imagining that maybe some of us sat in the remote by accident, but James didn't look surprised.
“Hm… James… I think you accidentally changed the channel”
“It wasn't an accident, Mike” he replied. The way he said my name was definitely unusual, still looking to the tv, where two hot women where fucking with a dude.
“you… want me to give you some privacy?” I asked, thinking that maybe that was just his weird way of saying that I should go.
“Of course not, this is for you! Don't you need some help to cum, since you and my daughter aren't doing it?”
I was speechless. She told him? That's not the kind of thing that I discuss with my parents.
“Look, man… I know you too are pretty close, but I don't feel comfortable talking about this with you, I hope you don't mind”, I said, trying to be respectful.
“Oh, so you prefer that I bring that whore you fucked last week? Maybe she could help you”
Now I noticed. The angriness in his face, his tense body. He did all this to catch me, to show that he knew and he would tell her.
“How… how do you know?” Wrong question, I immediately noticed.
“Does it matter?”
Of course not. Maybe he saw us going to the motel, maybe the receptionist was his friend and recognized me from some photos… but he was right, it didn't matter in the end.
“Please, don't tell your daughter. It was just a moment of weakness, I hated it, I was thinking of her the whole time!”
“Speare me” he said, firmly. I already had tears in my eyes “I won't tell her. She doesn't deserve that so close to her dream wedding”
“Oh, thank you! Thank you!” I reached out to hug him, but when I did, he said in my ears.
“But you're going to do a little thing for me”
My blood went cold. That tone… he wasn't thinking of anything good. I moved away from him, slowly.
“You're still horny, you see. I'm sure you're thinking of looking for that hooker again. This can happen. You need to cum? You should do it with your family.”
“I'm… I'm sorry?”
He got up and, very quickly, took out his shorts and underwear.
I couldn't move. My father in law was just showing me his cock and balls. And it wasn't any cock, it was also a big one, very proportional to his body, of course. And it wasn't even hard yet.
He didn't need to say anything. I understood. If I wanted him to keep his mouth shut, I would have to please him with mine.
“Please… don't make me do this”.
“You know what to do”.
“Please! I'm your son in law! This is just wrong!” I was crying again, but he just started to masturbate.
“Stop talking and do it!”
“Think of your daught-”
Then, he lost his patience and just shoved it all in my mouth. He took advantage that my mouth was open while I was talking to shove it all in at once. I felt the need to puke right away, but he held me there for a while, and when I thought I would pass out, he let me go and I started coughing.
“Did you like that, bitch?”
He didn't wait for a response, nor did he give me time to recompose myself. He fastly took my head again and repeated the process: he would shove his cock in and out, then hold it for a minute, and let me breathe just for a second before shoveling it all in again.
Suddenly, he was face fucking me. I could feel his brush all over my face. Dam, he was so furry! I was all shaved, his fucking daughter preferred that way. As I became more aware of our differences: of size, force and even furry, I just felt more and more like a bitch. Besides, the way he was calling me names, like “bitch” and “whore” and telling me that I was his now didn't help the feeling.
Weirdly, this feeling of being owned by him caused a sensation in me that I wasn't expecting. I suddenly noticed that my cock was hard. As the tip of his cock poke it at the back of my throat, again, and again, and again, and hearing his moans of pleasure, and hearing the girls in the porn movie on the television, it was just too much for my wanting cock and I just came in my underwear.
I probably moved in a different way while cumming, because he just looked down and saw. Terrible day to use white shorts. I cummed so hard that the stains were very visible. He grinned at me, in a weird, creepy way.
“So you are linking it.” He laughed. “You're a kink woman. Yeah, I'm a kink man too, that's why I could never find another wife after I became a widow. But you…” he held me strong, putting me on my feet again and started kissing me, kissed my mouth, my neck, he pressed my body against his and shoved a hand under my shorts, putting a finger on my butthole. “You're going to be a thigh fit to me… a new addition to the family: my new whore”
I tried to protest but he kept pushing his mouth against mine. If I opened just a little bit, his tongue invaded me. He was treating me like a girl he was dating. I was becoming his girl.
He kept passing his finger over my butthole, until he brought it back to the front and shoved it right in my mouth, and made me wet it. I knew why: the next second, he just invaded my butthole with it.
I tried screaming, but he just shoved his tongue in my mouth again. And the worst part was that the kissing was good. He was an amazing kisser, and it kind of reminded me of his daughter - wait, actually, that's the worst part. So even if it hurted like hell, thinking of her was making me get horny all over again.
His fingers were wet and slid easily, so it didn't hurt long. My hole started adjusting as he continued to finger it faster and deeper. He took one of my hands and put in his cock so I could masturbate him, and at this point I just did. I liked to tell myself that I was still fearing that he could ditch me, but I was so horny for so long that something in me was kind of liking it. Oh God, what's happening with me??
I felt when he put the second finger inside me, then the third, and also he reached the base of his hand. Deciding that I was already stretched enough, he moved me to the back of the couch, in a position that we could still watch the porn. He opened my legs and, with a big slap, asked:
“Are you ready for your cock, cunt?”
I trembled.
“Please, no, not this, don't do it, no-” and at the same time he shoved his underwear in my mouth, and his whole cock up to my asshole.
His briefs didn't smell - or tasted - so bad, James was obviously a clean guy. It still had some musk though, as if he was wearing it the whole day. But I couldn't concentrate much in the underwear, because the pain in my hole was immense. Even with the fingering my asshole still resisted, but he didn't care. He kept pushing it and pushing it, until I felt the tickle of his bush in my cheeks. With his cock completely inside me, he pushed my hair, kissed gently my face and said:
“Now girl, I'm really going to fuck you”.
And he did. He fucked me with all his might, going in and out my hole for several minutes. I kept screaming and screaming but the sound was muffled by his underwear in my mouth and it was only making me more tired and breathless, so it just gave up and tried to endure it. After a while, he pushed my whole body through my hair again and held me tight against his body. I could feel his belly in my back, our sweats mixing up, all while still fucking me. I let out a moan with the sudden movement and that made him take off the underwear and kiss my mouth again.
“Oh girl… I cannot believe how good this pussy feels” he whispered in my ears.
He laid me down in the couch with my legs open and started fuck me again, this time looking right in my eyes. This felt awkward but he was hitting some point inside me that was making me even MORE hard than before. I was leaking precum all over our bellies, and as leaned over me to kiss me again he held me tight and I was so taken away by the moment that I even tightened my legs around his hips. I gave up every resistance, the pain was still there but the horniness got the best of me. I was moaning out loud and kissing him back, I wasn't thinking anymore, I was pure wild lust.
As his pace quickened and his moans got louder, he approached my ears and said:
“Are you ready for my cum, bitch? Do you want your daddy to bread you?”
Unable to formulate a word, I just moaned. Suddenly, his cock started twitching and I could feel the loads of cum inside me. He kept fucking me for a while, slower and slower, until he stopped completely and felt over my body. As we were both there, catching our breaths again, I noticed that the porn had stopped at some point and that I also had come. I have no idea when, but the feeling of cum over my belly was a living proof of that.
As post nut clarity started to clear both of our heads, James got up and gave me a hand to help me stand up too. He was smiling now, no sign of the rage he was before.
“Let's take a shower before Lisa is back, shall we?”
As the water runned through my skin, I thought about everything that just happened. My soon-to-be father-in-law just r*ped me and it didn't look like he had any regrets. It looked like he liked, and a lot. He could even do it again. He had proof that I cheated on my fiance and could destroy the wedding if I didn't do what he wanted. Was this marriage worthed so much? Was Lisa worth this? But even if I tried breaking up with her… he could do worse. If he forced me like that just for cheating, what could he do to me for breaking up with her? I trembled with the thought.
“Is the water too cold, son?” he asked, turning the heat up. Suddenly, he was all caring. “You know, I was very angry with you for cheating, but I'm happy that you decided to compensate for that. You definitely did” he said, giggling a little bit. He was right in front of me, looking to my body with desire as he rubbed the soap all over me.
“Thank you, sir”, I responded, not knowing exactly what to say.
“You can call me daddy now”, he said. “After all, is that what I am, right? Your daddy-in-law” he joked, laughing again.
“Right… daddy” the word felt so wrong in my mouth.
“But I meant when I said that if you need to blow off some steam, you should do it in the family” he said, suddenly serious again “marriage is hard. That's what your daddy's for. Get it?”
“Yes… daddy”.
“Good” he replied, and then, turned me and pushed me over the wall. As he rubbed the soap around my ass, he pressed his body against mine and I could feel his cock twitch and get hard again. He line up so the tip of his cock started poking my still sore butthole. And you know what's the worst part? My cock was beginning to get hard too.