The leather belt went around the back of my neck. As he pulled my face in, his hips lunged forward, causing all of his 8-inch hard dick to plunged right down my throat. My eyes watered even as I struggled to focus on his hairy crotch crashing into my mouth, and on his hairy, 6-pack abs that banged against my forehead. The mouth fucking was getting more vicious as I hung on for dear life.
It was 2 weeks ago. We were sharing a tender moment in bed after he had dumped another huge load into my ass. I was lying next to him, my head on his shoulder and my hand caressing the hair on his still-damped chest. I could hear the sound of contentment in his hum as he kissed my forehead. With hesitation, I brought up the issue that I had in mind.
"Hey dad, I’m going to ask you something, and I really hope you don’t mind." I said. My fingers were circling around one of his hard nipples as my mind was racing on how I should say it.
"Kyle, you know you can ask me anything. I mean, for heavens sake, you and I have crossed that father-son barrier. We have no more secrets from each other." dad replied as he stroked my back.
I took a deep breath and summoned the courage. “OK, it’s like this. You know how I love you, and how I really enjoy you making love to me. I know you are a gentle, loving father, and I couldn’t be luckier to have someone like you.” I said.
Dad lifted his head and looked at me. “Uh-oh. I don’t know if I like where this is going.” he said with a concerned look on his face.
"Oh no, dad. It is not what you think," I immediately interrupted him. I paused once again, took another deep breath, and continued. "It’s like this. I want you to …. er … well, be rougher with me."
Dad’s eyes opened wider upon hearing this. “Rougher?” he asked.
"Yeah, dad," I replied. "Rougher. Don’t get me wrong. I had truly enjoy us making love so far. I couldn’t ask for more. But I’ve always had this fantasy of being dominated. I mean, REALLY dominated. This means that I want you to treat me like a cheap slut. I want you to use me just for your own pleasure and nothing else.” I said to him as I looked at his massive chest that I was caressing, and feeling too embarrassed to even look into his eyes.
Dad didn’t say anything. I think this must have taken him entirely by surprised. It took a minute before he said something. “You really want me to be rough with you?”
"Yes dad," I replied eagerly. "I want you to…. "
"You want me to what, Kyle?" he asked.
I looked at him, this time right into his eyes with a determination to confront my fears. “I want you to rape me. I want you to just my body to satisfy your needs, without caring what you are doing to me.” I said with as much conviction as I could muster.
He opened his mouth to say something, but he hesitated. Finally, after thinking about it, he replied “But Kyle, I don’t want to hurt you. I’m afraid that if we do this and I get carried away, you might be hurt!”
I had to smile at my dad. He really was a truly caring man. “Look, dad. What if we agree upon an escape word. If I think you are too rough and I can’t take it, I will say…. what… I know… I’ll say “uncle”, and you’ll know that I can’t handle it?” I said to him, hoping to convince him.
He thought about this for a while and then turned to look at me once again. “Alright, Kyle. I’ll do it, but only because this is something you’ve fantasized about. We will have to make sure your mom and sister are gone for the day, because we are going to be very loud.” he replied, with that smile on his face.
I think I was grinning from ear to ear, and my dick was already hard at the though that dad will be ravaging my body the next time we get together. “That’s wonderful dad. I can’t wait to see if we can bring out the beast in you!” I exclaimed.
That produced a chuckle out of dad. “A beast, eh? Just be careful what you ask for, Kyle. It may be more than what you bargain for.” he said to me ominously.
Two weeks later, I find myself on my knees in front of dad, being forcefully fucked in the face. I’ve been slapped, mangled into different positions, and my gag reflex was almost gone as dad had been pounding his huge dick into my mouth for the past 10 minutes. And rather than getting tired from the amazing exertion, dad seemed to be picking up speed even more.
"Fucking take my dick, you fucking whore!" he spit at me with the verbal insults. I simply hummed my approval at the abuse. I could feel him pulling on the leather belt even harder, making my face crashed violently against his hips and groin.
"Yeah, you think this is hard? I’m going to pound your ass even harder than this! I’ll make you scream when I shred your hole to pieces, you cheap slut!" he continued. I can’t remember my dick be any harder.
This went on for another few minutes, and I swore, the force of the pounding against my face and down my throat was getting harder and faster. It was as if dad was really testing my limits. And I was bringing out the beast in this man.
"Fuck, you’re not going to cry "uncle", are you, Kyle?" he suddenly asked.
As if to drive the point, I tightened my lips even more around the invading shaft. Dad cried out loud and with one final lunge, shot a huge load directly down my throat.