Date: Tue, 17 May 2011 14:14:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: cougan smith <themolokovellocette@yahoo.com>
Subject: Seattle Daddy, Part Two

This is a true story, give or take some details. In fantasy worlds, there
is no such thing as disease. We do not live in a fantasy world.

He threw a small bottle with a silver label on the bed beside my arm. "Put
that to the bottom of your nostrils and inhale deeply," he said, "And don't
keep me waiting."

With my back and ass still stinging, he was rubbing my cheeks and sliding
his fingers just outside of my fuck hole. I uncap the bottle, put to my
nose and inhale.

"Do it a few times to both sides," he said, before turning his attention
back to my ass. Halfway through my second inhale, I felt a rush through my
body I'd never felt before. Suddenly, I wanted his cock deep inside me. I
wanted to feel his amazing cock disappear in my guts over and over again,
and I begged.

"Please, please daddy, but your cock inside of me. Please. I'll do anything
to feel you fuck me."

"You want my cock, you fucking faggot?" he barked, and suddenly I realized
that he was not only a man, but an animal.

"YES! YES DADDY, PLEASE!" I inhale more, deeper, as I feel the head of his
meat working its way into me.

"Push out, boy. Push those guts out," he demands with an outrageous
force. And as I push out, he is pushing in.. deeply, stretching me, mixing
me with the pain rushing through my hole and the stings on my ass cheeks
and back, but I don't care. It all feels so good, and I accept my place as
this graying muscle daddy's cock whore.

"How does it feel boy? You like daddy's big fuckin' baby maker deep in
those guts?" I moan, assuming he knows it's an agreement, but my lack of a
verbal response angers him and SMACK! once again across my back.

"ANSWER ME YOU FUCKING FAGGOT. DO YOU LIKE MY BABY MAKER?"

"Yes, daddy, please, fuck me. Make me your whore." And with my words, I
realize I turned on the switch to my daddy's built-in fuck machine, and he
starts pounding my ass hard and fast, moving inch in and inch out quickly,
the burning sensation in my ass slowly subsiding to sweet pleasure. I went
to squeeze my nipples, and he pulled out of me, grabbed me by my hair,
rolled me to my back, and smacked my face with his bare hand.

"DID I TELL YOU TO TOUCH YOUR COCK?"

"No sir," I plead, somewhat afraid, "You did not."

He puts my legs on his broad, hairy shoulders, and I can feel my calf hair
meet his shoulder hair, and I start leaking before he grabs and twists my
nipples, making me leak.

"Beg me, you worthless piece of shit. Beg daddy to fuck you. I wanna see
how much you want it in your face."

"Please, daddy. Please fuck me, fill me with your cum. Breed me,
daddy.. please, please give it to me."

After my fifth please, he spits on my face, throws my legs in a V shape,
and shoves his cock inside of me.

"Faggot."

This time, there was no subtlety. He starts hammering my ass, fucking me
with no shame or consideration, before finally barking at me, "Does it
hurt, son?"

I nod my head, hoping he would have some compassion, before he continues,
"Huff some more of that bottle."

I comply, and suddenly, I'm back on Cloud Nine, begging and pleading for
daddy to cum in my ass, breed me, fill me with hot cum.

He picks up more speed, fucking me faster and faster, pushing deeper and
deeper into my slip, grunting, spitting on me, building a thick layer of
sweat on his forehead and chest.

"Play with my nipples, you faggot whore." And I rub him, completely
mesmerized by this barbarian of a man, feeling his gorged veiny cock pulse
in and out of me, admiring his eyes and almost evil stare as his face turns
to an expression of absolute pleasure.

"Feed me those poppers, son." I hold the bottle up to his right nostril. He
covers the other, inhaling deeply and motions to have it moved away from
his face. I take my own hit as he's inching closer to me, and I take his
nipples into my mouth. He's speaking now, almost a faint whisper.

"Do you want my cum in you, boy? Are you gonna be daddy's fuckin' whore?
You wanna be my cum dump for good?"

"Yes daddy, please breed me. I wanna feel your cum in my stomach. Please
daddy, make me your boy."

With that statement, he picked up a violent pace, smashing his balls
against my ass cheeks, grunting, screaming, sweating, crashing against me.

"HERE IT COMES YOU FUCKIN' FAGGOT! TAKE DADDY'S FUCKIN' SEED! OH YEAH, BE
DADDY'S WHORE!! UUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

His grunting seemed to go on forever. I don't know how much cum he pumped
into me, but I'm sure it was a load that had been built up for a long, long
time. He stays inside of me, his cock softening, but I can still feel it in
me.

He puts his thick left paw around my neck, slapping me in the face from
side to side with the right. "Shoot your fuckin' cum, you worthless sack'a
shit."

I start beating my cock furiously as he puts the bottle back to my nose,
and I inhale. My head swimming, he's telling me how good of a boy I am, how
he loved fucking my tight little pussy, and how good it felt for me to take
his load. And it builds. I can feel my own orgasm at the base of my cock,
moving slowly up the shaft of my own thick, 7 inch tool, before it hit my
face, chest, and landing in my eye. "YYYYYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAH, good. Good
boy. You're such a fucking good boy."

"Thank you daddy," I exhume. He comes to lay down, pulling me into him,
putting my lips against his right nipple, admiring the small patches of
grey developing in the center of his chest. "Let's go to sleep, boy."

He wraps his toned, furry arms around me, pulling me into his chest, and we
sleep.

To Be Continued.