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Fun With Domestic Helper (and Dad) - Part 3
So yesterday I followed my still naked dad back to his room after he and Ida were done. He was surprised but unconcerned by his nudity or my presence. By now he was completely comfortable with being naked in front of me.
I asked him “how did your affair start?” Ida had walked in to his bathroom and caught him trimming his pubes. She had already seen him naked many times before but nothing happened. He handed her the razor, spread his butt cheeks and asked her to shave his ass, and that after she shaved his butt, she started rimming his ass. He couldn’t believe that it could feel that good. He recalled how she led him to his bed, lifted his legs and she tongue-fucked his ass and sucked his balls.
So I asked “so how does a straight guy like you go from rimming to fisting?” It started the first time Ida slipped a finger then two up his ass as she was sucking his cock, and that he had the most amazing orgasm.
Then how, over the next few months, it went from two to three then four fingers and soon half her hand in his ass, how incredible it felt when her entire hand just slipped up his ass one day, and how at first he could only take her up to her wrist until one day something “kinda popped inside” and she was in up to her elbow. “Has she gone past her elbow?” On a few occasions.
Ida has fisted me many times and her small hand feels incredible but I still couldn’t take her beyond her wrist. It’s amazing how my dad could take her up to her elbow. That’s when I learnt that my dad uses a shower attachment to deep clean his ass.
“How did you feel when her hand went up your ass?” He described it as a feeling of fullness and pure bliss and how part of that pleasure was from watching her arm thrusting up his ass, that view was surreal yet it felt amazing. I couldn’t believe how my dad was turned on watching her fist his ass. “Did you mean Ida was masturbating your ass?” Big laugh. Yes, she was masturbating his insides and it felt good.
“That sounds a lot like something a gay man would say. Have you ever fooled around with a guy?” No. “Have you fucked a guy before?” No. “Would you ever fuck a guy?” No. “Would you let a guy fuck you?” Another no. I couldn’t tell him that I knew Ida’s boyfriend had fucked him several times without betraying her trust. It’s interesting how he hesitated and sort of stammered his last reply.
“Had you used a dildo?” No. “Would you ever use a dildo?” No. He asked why would he when Ida was already pleasuring him way better than a dildo. I found his choice of “pleasuring” very interesting. “Pleasuring?” Yes. “Would you let Ida fuck you with a strapon?” Big pause, no ... then maybe. He seemed intrigued by that idea. “Could you take both her hands?” No. “Has she tried both hands?” No. “Would you let her try?” Big pause again ... no ... it depends.
That’s when his cock started to harden. Just talking about his ass was making him aroused.
“How did you feel about me watching Ida fist you?” Uncomfortable at first but it doesn’t bother him now since I had already seen everything. “Does it still make you uncomfortable now?” No. He added that it’s still weird but not a big deal. “How did you feel when you discovered that it was my fingers up you ass?” Weird. Different. I said that’s because I massaged his prostate. “Can I see your ass?” No. “I’ve already seen it before. Please?” No.
I reminded him that I had kept his affair a secret for over a year. So he finally relented, dropped on to his elbows, lifted his legs in the air, and showed me his gaping hole. It suddenly occurred to me that having Ida there may have made him comfortable with my presence. She was the buffer that made my presence less gay.
“Can I give you a prostate massage?” No. He was already drained (interesting qualifier). My finger was softly tracing circles around his quivering pucker and he was definitely wavering. Now the one thing I’ve learnt in the last year was that my dad’s far more pliable when there’s something up his ass. “Are you sure?” Silence. I slipped two fingers in his gaping ass and went straight for his prostate.
“How does feel?” No answer. “Does it feel good?” Soft moan. “I’m adding another finger.” Silence. I slipped a third finger in. “Does that feel it good?” Quiet yes. More lube and I soon had half my hand up his ass and he was moaning in obvious pleasure. My fingers and palm are considerably larger than Ida’s slender arm and dad’s ass was stretched further than before. I started jerking off even as I fingered his ass.
“Should I call Ida?” No. “Why not?” It’s too gay. She shouldn’t see us like this. I replied that Ida had already seen my fingers go up his ass. “Are you sure? Yes. “Should I stop?” No answer. So I stopped. “Do you want me to continue?” Silence then a soft yes. I started finger-fucking him hard and rough for almost 30 minutes before he finally begged me to stop. I was disappointed that he was still too tight to take more than half my hand.
I stood up, touched his ass with my slippery cock and pushed in until I was balls deep. The look on his face was priceless. I didn’t plan on fucking him, I thought I would just stick it in then pull out and kinda mess with his mind. I didn’t expect that his ass would feel that good. His ass was warm and inviting, his velvety insides engulfed my cock and his sphincter tightened around the base of my cock. I started fucking my dad, almost involuntarily, with long deep strokes. I couldn’t, wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t help myself. I paused. “Should I stop?” No reply. “Should I stop?” Still no reply.
My hard cock was all the way up his ass when I asked “Do you want me to fuck you?” Yes. “Tell me what you want.” More silence. “What do you want?” He finally said the magic words ... “fuck me.” I made him wrap his legs around my waist so that I could fuck him harder. “Are you sure no one has fucked you before?” “Fuck me.”
I fucked him good and hard. I creamed his ass and continued fucking him until I shot my second load up his ass. I told him that he had an amazing ass and that I would be definitely tapping that ass again. I couldn’t believe I said that. I’ve never felt any desire to top until I saw my dad’s gaping pucker.
But there was still one last thing I needed to do. I helped him up so that he now had my cock right in his face. He had been fucked by Ida’s boyfriend but his mouth was still virgin. I intended that mine would be the first. He hesitated when my cock touched his lips before his mouth finally opened and I slid right in. He gagged several times but I’m nothing if not persistent.
I grabbed his head and kept fucking his mouth until I shot my load in his mouth. He was pissed when he realized that I had cum in his mouth. He couldn’t believe that I would do that, that I not only fucked his ass, that I had fucked his mouth as well and forced him to swallow my cum. I retorted that while I did fuck his mouth, he chose to swallow when he could have just as easily spat it out. He told me to get out.
So my dad stayed in his room until my mom returned. Then he was all over her in some weak-ass attempt to compensate for happened earlier. When it was just the two of us, I apologized for what I had done and he begrudgingly accepted it. He kept repeating that he wasn’t gay. But most of all, he told me that it could never happen again.
Later than afternoon, Ida asked if my dad had fucked me. I said no and asked why. She had found cum on the covers when ..(continue confession)
I asked him “how did your affair start?” Ida had walked in to his bathroom and caught him trimming his pubes. She had already seen him naked many times before but nothing happened. He handed her the razor, spread his butt cheeks and asked her to shave his ass, and that after she shaved his butt, she started rimming his ass. He couldn’t believe that it could feel that good. He recalled how she led him to his bed, lifted his legs and she tongue-fucked his ass and sucked his balls.
So I asked “so how does a straight guy like you go from rimming to fisting?” It started the first time Ida slipped a finger then two up his ass as she was sucking his cock, and that he had the most amazing orgasm.
Then how, over the next few months, it went from two to three then four fingers and soon half her hand in his ass, how incredible it felt when her entire hand just slipped up his ass one day, and how at first he could only take her up to her wrist until one day something “kinda popped inside” and she was in up to her elbow. “Has she gone past her elbow?” On a few occasions.
Ida has fisted me many times and her small hand feels incredible but I still couldn’t take her beyond her wrist. It’s amazing how my dad could take her up to her elbow. That’s when I learnt that my dad uses a shower attachment to deep clean his ass.
“How did you feel when her hand went up your ass?” He described it as a feeling of fullness and pure bliss and how part of that pleasure was from watching her arm thrusting up his ass, that view was surreal yet it felt amazing. I couldn’t believe how my dad was turned on watching her fist his ass. “Did you mean Ida was masturbating your ass?” Big laugh. Yes, she was masturbating his insides and it felt good.
“That sounds a lot like something a gay man would say. Have you ever fooled around with a guy?” No. “Have you fucked a guy before?” No. “Would you ever fuck a guy?” No. “Would you let a guy fuck you?” Another no. I couldn’t tell him that I knew Ida’s boyfriend had fucked him several times without betraying her trust. It’s interesting how he hesitated and sort of stammered his last reply.
“Had you used a dildo?” No. “Would you ever use a dildo?” No. He asked why would he when Ida was already pleasuring him way better than a dildo. I found his choice of “pleasuring” very interesting. “Pleasuring?” Yes. “Would you let Ida fuck you with a strapon?” Big pause, no ... then maybe. He seemed intrigued by that idea. “Could you take both her hands?” No. “Has she tried both hands?” No. “Would you let her try?” Big pause again ... no ... it depends.
That’s when his cock started to harden. Just talking about his ass was making him aroused.
“How did you feel about me watching Ida fist you?” Uncomfortable at first but it doesn’t bother him now since I had already seen everything. “Does it still make you uncomfortable now?” No. He added that it’s still weird but not a big deal. “How did you feel when you discovered that it was my fingers up you ass?” Weird. Different. I said that’s because I massaged his prostate. “Can I see your ass?” No. “I’ve already seen it before. Please?” No.
I reminded him that I had kept his affair a secret for over a year. So he finally relented, dropped on to his elbows, lifted his legs in the air, and showed me his gaping hole. It suddenly occurred to me that having Ida there may have made him comfortable with my presence. She was the buffer that made my presence less gay.
“Can I give you a prostate massage?” No. He was already drained (interesting qualifier). My finger was softly tracing circles around his quivering pucker and he was definitely wavering. Now the one thing I’ve learnt in the last year was that my dad’s far more pliable when there’s something up his ass. “Are you sure?” Silence. I slipped two fingers in his gaping ass and went straight for his prostate.
“How does feel?” No answer. “Does it feel good?” Soft moan. “I’m adding another finger.” Silence. I slipped a third finger in. “Does that feel it good?” Quiet yes. More lube and I soon had half my hand up his ass and he was moaning in obvious pleasure. My fingers and palm are considerably larger than Ida’s slender arm and dad’s ass was stretched further than before. I started jerking off even as I fingered his ass.
“Should I call Ida?” No. “Why not?” It’s too gay. She shouldn’t see us like this. I replied that Ida had already seen my fingers go up his ass. “Are you sure? Yes. “Should I stop?” No answer. So I stopped. “Do you want me to continue?” Silence then a soft yes. I started finger-fucking him hard and rough for almost 30 minutes before he finally begged me to stop. I was disappointed that he was still too tight to take more than half my hand.
I stood up, touched his ass with my slippery cock and pushed in until I was balls deep. The look on his face was priceless. I didn’t plan on fucking him, I thought I would just stick it in then pull out and kinda mess with his mind. I didn’t expect that his ass would feel that good. His ass was warm and inviting, his velvety insides engulfed my cock and his sphincter tightened around the base of my cock. I started fucking my dad, almost involuntarily, with long deep strokes. I couldn’t, wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t help myself. I paused. “Should I stop?” No reply. “Should I stop?” Still no reply.
My hard cock was all the way up his ass when I asked “Do you want me to fuck you?” Yes. “Tell me what you want.” More silence. “What do you want?” He finally said the magic words ... “fuck me.” I made him wrap his legs around my waist so that I could fuck him harder. “Are you sure no one has fucked you before?” “Fuck me.”
I fucked him good and hard. I creamed his ass and continued fucking him until I shot my second load up his ass. I told him that he had an amazing ass and that I would be definitely tapping that ass again. I couldn’t believe I said that. I’ve never felt any desire to top until I saw my dad’s gaping pucker.
But there was still one last thing I needed to do. I helped him up so that he now had my cock right in his face. He had been fucked by Ida’s boyfriend but his mouth was still virgin. I intended that mine would be the first. He hesitated when my cock touched his lips before his mouth finally opened and I slid right in. He gagged several times but I’m nothing if not persistent.
I grabbed his head and kept fucking his mouth until I shot my load in his mouth. He was pissed when he realized that I had cum in his mouth. He couldn’t believe that I would do that, that I not only fucked his ass, that I had fucked his mouth as well and forced him to swallow my cum. I retorted that while I did fuck his mouth, he chose to swallow when he could have just as easily spat it out. He told me to get out.
So my dad stayed in his room until my mom returned. Then he was all over her in some weak-ass attempt to compensate for happened earlier. When it was just the two of us, I apologized for what I had done and he begrudgingly accepted it. He kept repeating that he wasn’t gay. But most of all, he told me that it could never happen again.
Later than afternoon, Ida asked if my dad had fucked me. I said no and asked why. She had found cum on the covers when ..(continue confession)
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