Horny Bear VS Submissive Dad

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It wasn’t ever hard to find someone to make a housecall when I felt my dad needed a good dicking. For obvious reasons, I never felt the need to do it myself. On top of that, I always got a good chuckle from seeing my dad jump whenever the doorbell rang, unsure if it was a normal guest or one who would be pounding him.

Most recently, I had been talking to an older Dom who was looking to have a no-holds barred session. His name was Jefferson, and he was a bear with a thick cock to match his hairy body. He stood about 6’2 and weighed around 230; the perfect “man’s man” that my dad needed to be put in his place by. He came round on a Friday, about 3 in the afternoon. The goal was to have the evening be long enough that he could do anything he thought of and not worry about time constraints.

The doorbell rang, my dad looked at me, and I gave him a smile. He immediately knew that he would be busy tonight. Jefferson walked in confidently, looking around to spot his new bitch. When he saw my dad, who he recognized from pictures I had been sending/posting on dating sites, a devious smile came across his face. Without saying a word, he strode across the room and put a hand on my father’s throat. He bent down to kiss him, exploring the warm and wet mouth with his tongue. As Jefferson’s tongue massaged my dad’s, his free hand gripped the back of my dad’s head. With a firm grip, he kept the head totally still so that avoidance of any kind was no longer an option.

Eventually Jefferson’s mouth broke contact with my father’s, and he began to give deep wet kisses across the still-immobile face in front of him. Saliva coated my dads face, seemingly every inch of it. Jefferson pulled my dad to his feet and moved him into the bedroom. He istanbul travesti wasted no time with foreplay, pulling down my dad’s sweatpants and underwear to his ankles. He spent a brief moment tonguing my dad’s ass before pulling down his own pants to reveal an uncut cock about 8 or 9 inches long.

With a deep groan, he began to push deeper and deeper inside my father. His hole accepted the cock easily, as it had been trained to do. However, he either didn’t have experience with such a long or thick cock, as he let out a moan too. Compared to Jefferson’s masculine sound, my father sounded like a barely legal co-ed. Jefferson realized this too, and remarked about how cute my dad sounded when he took cock.

Jefferson began to rock back and forth, using my dad as a living sex toy. The warm hole, while still loose, was plenty tight enough to bring it’s new owner to the verge of climax fairly quickly. But he had no intentions on shooting his load so early, and without my dad working for it. He pulled out of my dad in a flash, and repositioned him such that he was now face-fucking my dad with his unclean cock. It should be mentioned that we had a strict “no condom” rule in the house. If my dad was going to get fucked, he was going to be a proper cum dumpster.

I could see my dad’s jaw move as his tongue swirled to clean off the cock that had only moments again been deep inside his rear. Jefferson dropped his head back, a clear sign that my dad’s mouth was performing as it should. The face-fucking began in earnest as Jefferson fought my dad’s gag reflex. He leaned into it, pushing my dad’s head back as he struggled to stay upright. A pair of heavy balls smacked his chin over and over as the cock seemed to go right down his istanbul travestileri throat. When my dad started to gag, Jefferson would smack him across the face. The sudden shock caused a greater gag, which acted as a massager for the shaft greasy shaft. After some time, Jefferson again pulled out.

He seemed to suddenly get more sadistic, apparently his initial test being passed. He ordered my father to lay down on his back, a command which was followed without hesitation. He had learned well. Jefferson turned around, and planted his ass right over my dad’s face. He had mentioned online that he was into smothering, and now I got to see it in action. He posted his legs and arms in such a way that he was stable while still keeping the maximum amount of pressure on his new seat.

He simply sat still, not saying anything or even moving too much. Eventually, the breath emptied out of his human furniture. My dad (and I, admittedly) assumed Jefferson would sit up after a while to give some fresh air. This was not the case. Jefferson smiled as my began to move, nervously at first, and then slowly developing into a panic. His body thrashed as he tried to break a gap to get oxygen. It worked, and he made a quick inhale before his scared expression was swallowed up by a hairy ass. Jefferson was displeased, and knew how to correct this mistake.

Still sitting on my dad’s face and in the direction of his body, he picked up my dad’s legs and held them under his arms. My dad was now shaped like a capital “C”, with his feet overhanging his head. This removed a great deal of leverage, which he realized when he tried again to struggle for air. Jefferson had only to keep his arms clenched to continue the suffocation. My dad returned travesti istanbul to bucking like a bronco, an amusing sight. I truly thought Jefferson would remain there to the point it became an issue, but I chose not to intervene. I was simply too curious. As my dad began to slow down, he made one last, desperate attempt to break free: he began to scream.

This was what Jefferson had been waiting for. The vibrations against his hole must have been pleasurable, because he again let out a moan and raised his ass to give my dad some much needed air. Like a fish out of water, my dad sucked in whatever he could. He caught on too, because once Jefferson took his seat again he immediately began to shout. Now with that, Jefferson began to grind his ass into my dad’s face, with his nose seeming to fit snugly into the asshole itself.

He did this for a few more minutes, and when he got up my dad’s face was beet red and covered with tears and ass sweat. Jefferson turned around while my dad lay there catching his breath, and began to stroke his cock. Within no time at all, he reached a climax and covered my dad’s face with a thick layer of cum. The tears on his face washed some away, but Jefferson kindly took a hand and rubbed it all around, just like he had done with the saliva mask earlier. My dad gasped, apparently thinking he was being smothered again which prompted a laugh from Jefferson and I. Clearly, his ass had made an impression. I left the room and didn’t return until the morning, when I saw Jefferson sleeping with my dad wide awake in his arms.

The room smelled of sweat, cum, and ass. My dad was still crying, and Jefferson had a smile. I left them be and when Jefferson came out later, he thanked me for the free slut and said he would be back. I told him he was welcome any time, and he left. My dad stayed in bed all day. I checked a few times to see cum leaking out of his asshole and took a few pictures to add to his online profiles. Jefferson would be back, and we all knew it.

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