Date: Sun, 18 Apr 2010 15:03:14 -0400
From: hitln16@aim.com
Subject: Turning A Dad: Part 3

Turning A Dad: Part 3

By Damien James
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The next day when I came home from work, I was surprised not to find Mark
waiting for me. I was home earlier than usual after the hot night from
before, I was extra horny. I walked back to Mark's bedroom, but could hear
an unmistakable panting. I opened the door and peered into the room at
them. Mark was riding Jack's surprisingly big dick, the two sweating,
completely consumed in the fuck. I could hear the squishing of wet cunt and
cock. Then, Mark looked up. He immediately jumped off his son's dick unsure
of what to do. Jack pulled on his pants quickly, and tried to run out of
the room, but I took hold of his arm.

"What the fuck are you doing," I growled, unsure if I could stop myself
from hitting him. He just stared at me in fear and shock, his pants loose
around his waist and fat ass. I took hold of his firm tight ass roughly and
pushed him out of the room. It was harder, then I even expected, and he
fell into the hallway stumbling.

I turned to Mark, who seemed to be staring at the floor. I could see the
sheet under his cunt was wet from his pussy. I was hard, and my thick dick
hurt under my pants, but seeing his cunt lips slightly open under his
balls, and the little gushing of someone else's cum wouldn't leave my
mind. The one thing I had impressed upon him was that his cunt was
mine. Now I didn't even want to look at the fucking whore I created.

I left the house and went home to the building where I lived. The door-man
was a new guy, and kind of young. I didn't care too much for him after
feeling up Jack's perfectly tight pussy the day before, but I needed to use
someone and bad.

"You new here," I asked sharply, still mad about what had just happened.

"A...yeah. My dad's the doorman here usually," he said nervously. I think
he knew who I was, which I loved. This would be so easy.

After some short conversation, I said, "I want to fuck you." He said ok
nervously and ready to follow my lead. He seemed to think I was going to
let him in my apartment, but he was wrong. I bent him over behind the
counter in the building. I let him suck me off for a little while. I hate
head, but I wanted to fuck him hard, so I let him wet it, or at least try
since it wasn't possible to fit more than my head in his little mouth. It
was dark, so only a few people walked by. They seemed like they knew
something was happening, but didn't know what.

He really seemed to enjoy sucking on my cock, which made me mad and
disgusted at the same time. I hate when someone enjoys it, especially such
a fucking whore, who doesn't deserve having my meat inside him. I grabbed
him by his little face, and mushed the smooth flesh, bringing him to the
floor. I pulled my pants down a little further down my thighs, while
pulling his black pant over his, exposing his smooth little ass and tiny
pink cunt.

                I spit on my finger and brought it to his ass, then plunged
the full length of my cock inside him with a pop, and a slap when my balls
hit against his taint. There behind the desk, still clothed except for my
dick and his cunt, we fucked, me holding up by dress shirt in my tie to
view the only part of the bitch I cared about. He winced a lot, and I had
to pull his shirt up and shove it into his mouth to stop his bitch
panting. He didn't relax or open up for me at all, but I fucked him even
harder, forcing his tight virgin cunt open with each hard thrust. I kept
looking down at his little cunt. It was probably the smallest one I ever
saw. It was tearing under my hard pressure, and starting to get raw. I
don't think he thought it would last as long as it did. Then I felt my cum
starting to let go. I gripped his head with both my hands and squeezed it
hard, as I fucked in unrelenting with each huge gush of warm wet cum inside
him.

                After I was done, I buttoned up my pants and left him lying
there on the floor. He looked like he want to talk to me, so I told him to
shut the fuck up, that I just felt like using some slut, and he was
there. I heard him painfully pulling up his pants, as I took the elevator
up to my floor.

                The next week went by the same as it did before I met
Mark. In five days, I fucked about eight people, five of them interns, and
three of them virgins. I wasn't happy, and if the biggest man, with the
tightest virgin hole spread his cunt in my lap, I'd definitely fuck it, but
I still wouldn't feel better.

                Then, that Friday night going home to my building, I saw
Mark and Jack waiting for me. They didn't talk but looked at me
uncomfortably, so I told them to get in the fucking elevator. We went to my
apartment, where I knew I could knock them the fuck out if I wanted to.

                "Why the fuck did you come here, you nasty fuckin scum
whore?" I said standing an inch from Mark's manly face.

                "I...just thought we should talk about what happened," Mark
said.

                "What the fuck," I said surprised. "Fine. You got five
minutes, or at least until I seed you, whore," I said ripping his pants off
his manly legs. I spit on my finger, instead of the usual spit I gave
directly to his cunt. I felt it, and knew exactly why I had missed it. It
was so tight and warm on my finger. He sat on expertly, and I remembered
why I kept him as my main bitch. His cunt was perfect, especially because
of the week he had without fucking a dick my size. It was perfectly tight,
and I wondered if he even had anyone knock him up after I left.

                For a good minute, he seemed to be caught up in surprise,
riding me as he got used to my dick again. His son sat on a chair across
the room from us watching, seeming to get jittery.

                "You better fucking talk before I load you up, cause after
I use you your getting thrown away like all the other sluts I fuck," I
said, even though I was in heaven with his perfect cunt sliding so tightly
around my fat dick, his big legs across my body.

                "I'm sorry..." he began slowly in his deep voice, stopping
to pant, as I forced my dick in further, enjoying the way his voice
changed. "I just felt bad about letting him do it, but he told me he just
wanted to do it once, and he wouldn't care about me being such a faggot".

                "Oh, is that what he said," I asked sarcastically biting my
bottom lip, as I moved under him to get a better aim at his sweet wet cunt.

                "Yeah, but he's sorry too..." he said stopping as I hit the
perfect spot, hurting him so perfectly. He took his hand down to his
pussy. He held up his balls, rubbing his taint with his big hands, giving
me a perfect view of his whole pussy, and the perfect ass cheeks that
hugged my cock so tightly.

                I caught Jack adjusting his pants, and his father
continued, "He wants to make it up to you if you come back." He rode me
harder panting, and now I really did believe he kept his cunt clean waiting
for my perfect cock to fuck him again. I was still moving my dick inside
him, even though he tried to ride me. I stopped though when he said this
bit.

                "What do you mean," I took hold of his face in my hand,
forcing him to notice my words and not my big cock filling his pussy.

                "I've just been thinking about it. If you come back, you
can have me and him," he said.

                "That's fucked up," I started, considering it.

                "Why," he asked starting to fuck himself with my dick
again, perhaps scared it was going to leave his tight cunt.

                "How old is he," I said.

                "Jack's eighteen," he said, realizing why I thought it was
fucked up.

                "Fine," I said. "We'll have to see how it goes, and if the
two of you fuck each other again, I won't just leave like I did last time,
you got that." They both agreed at perfect timing, because I began to
unload the perfect load for the perfect daddy cunt. He got wild rubbing his
pussy, as the cum started overflowing it. He kept it all inside him the way
I like, but still kept rubbing the warm cunt juice around his hole. He
never stuck his finger inside though, he knew me too well, only my finger
or cock was allowed inside his cunt, and I was glad that he knew it.

(Beginning of Part 4)

                On the way home, I made sure Mark sat next to me in the
car, his pants drawn down, and his pussy clearly visible.

                "Jack, I hope you enjoyed this pussy, cause that was the
last time you'll ever get your boy dick wet in my house again," I said
staring in the rear view at his young masculine face.

                "I know," he said. I couldn't help starring down at Mark's
cunt the entire drive. I kept pulling apart his ass to get a better look. I
fucked many bitches, but this one had the best cunt by far, and I was
hoping Jack's was the same, and from my memory, it definitely was.

                "Jack, look at this," I said staring down at my bitch, his
legs spread in perfect submission. Jack stayed in his place, seemingly
worried about what I was doing.

                "Get your fucking head up here, and don't make me ask you
again," I said. The boy listened peering over the seat, trying not to look
directly at his dad's perfect cunt sprawled open between my hand. "It's ok,
you can look. You understand now, don't you? Only a real man can have a
bitch like this. You could never pull it off and you know now. I bet you
tried to make him your bitch, didn't you," I said. He looked nervous but
kept quiet. "It didn't work though, did it? This cunt is mine, even if I'm
not around. You just talked your way into a guilt fuck, but me I can have
it how I want it whenever I want it without saying shit".

                I took my finger away from his dad's juicy cum filled cunt,
and slowly shoved my two fingers into Jack's mouth. He wasn't expecting it,
and tried to pull back, but I just forced my hand back further. He then
started sucking my fingers, as I pushed in a third, completely filling his
little perfect pussy mouth. He ate his dad's cunt juice, giving me more of
his spit. Before he could get into it, I pulled his head down so that he
bent over, and I could pull his pants down over his fat ass, and get my
first look at the ass uncovered.