Daddy I need your cock & cum
I came home to find my stepdad Paul on his knees bent over the ottoman naked in just a jockstrap. I assumed he was lubed up as well. “Hi, son, welcome home how was work?” He asked nervously. When I didn’t answer and put my stuff down and started stripping he kept talking to fill up the silent air. “I mean, uh, sir I’m ready for you, if you want to use me. Lubbed up, had that vibrator in me for the last few hours like you told me to.” I walked up and slapped him, with just enough force to surprise him. “Don’t fucking call me son if you’re going to cheat on my mom like that,” I reminded him, thinking back to how I caught him fucking a some college twink in my college dorm last month. He came up to visit but I told him my roommate was gone for the weekend and I was going to be on an impromptu date. Halfway through I got a call back for an internship offer and they needed some documents asap so I took a rain check and scurried back to my dorm.
I ran into the room and saw Dad was balls deep in some freshman and I took out my phone to record the whole thing. Both of them freaked out. I told the freshman he was safe, and showed him that his face was cut out, and sent him outta my room. Then I chewed out Paul, then I fucked him. Twice. Had him on his back legs spread open as he told me he doesn’t bottom. “Too fucking bad, you do now, exclusively” I said as he cried out in pleasure and pain. The first time I came, he laid there sobbing as I unloaded and marked him as my on-call whore. Took out my phone and recorded him saying so. I whispered how much I was going to ruin him for betraying Mom. He apologized over and over and I made him keep doing it as I got hard again and bent him over my desk. Got close quick and I pulled out to blow my load over his muscled back. Took a photo and had him clean off my cock before I kicked him out, his face still smattered with spit and my jizz.
That was two months ago. I told him he wasn’t allowed to fuck anyone else, even Mom. He got worried and said she might suspect something, but I told him he’d figure it out. What he didn’t figure out was that I already told Mom at that point. She was mad, then got the hint that I wanted him around for revenge as long as I wanted. And being dumb horny bastard the ex-jock was more brawn than brains, and with his deadbeat job he was more dependent on my mom than independent. “Start getting your stuff ready. Boss him around, make vague threats. Make him eat you out I don’t care but don’t let him use his dick. I got my scheme retribution-minded self from my mom, so she understood.
So I made Paul send me a video daily of himself riding a dildo until he came. At first I told him he couldn’t cum unless he had something up his ass, and it had to be hands free . He asked if Mom wanted sex if he could, I said yes, knowing that would never happen again. So eventually he started to blow his load in the vids he sent me. “C’mon Tom, it takes forever to cum with that thing up my ass.” He’d whine one day after I got a 20 minute video. “Touch your dick to blow and I’ll tell” I said. He told me Mom wasn’t having sex with him anymore and I told him I didn’t give a fuck about it.
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“Sorry, Paul—sir” he said, eyes down as I went to sit down on the couch. I was home after the internship’s business trip away, and had a layover stop back home. Mom was out traveling for the weekend with my aunt to see grandma, so I had Paul all to myself for the weekend. I had texted him such and told him to get ready for hell. “You’re not going to prep my dick?” I questioned as he scurried to get in-between my legs, and quickly engulfed my dick into his mouth to get it wet. He looked up, pensive as he bobbed up and down. “What, Mom won’t come back, you can just focus on making me feel good.” “The dildo i bought isn’t as big as this, last time you fucked me it was really big, couldn’t sit straight for a day or two after…” he gulped. I caressed his face and told him no need to get a bigger dildo just yet. We’ll get enough practice soon, and snapped my fingers for him to climb on the sofa and sit on my dick. He groaned as he got up and positioned himself facing me, gingerly lining up his hole onto my shaft as he sank down with a deep moan. He started bobbing up and down and as each stroke rubbed against his prostrate he whined louder and louder. The bulge in his jockstrap grew but I let him hammer in the point that sex with me is all about my pleasure. If he came it would be because he was servicing me with his mouth or his ass. I had him whisper dirty things about how much of a slut he was for my dick, and soon I was ready to cum. I had him get on his knees as I pulled out and pulled his hair back, forcing him to look at me as I shot over his face and onto his chest. He said he didn’t cum yet and I told him to get lost as I went to go get dinner. “Get on the bed and start ride that dildo, I’ll be back in 20 to use you again” I said as I went to the kitchen. It was gong to be quite a weekend for me, possibly the worst for him, as deserved.
