Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2018 12:47:11 +0000 From: Jesse Hunter Subject: The Sales Team part 6 The usual disclaimers apply. Please remember to give generously to Nifty. ************************************** A couple of weeks had passed since the first "Turn Out" party. Sexually, we stuck to ourselves while Bobby processed his feelings about our relationship. I stayed naked and collared at the house and took care of him and he took care of me. We had just finished a two hour fuck session by him nutting all over my back while I was on my stomach, when he blurted out, "My Dad is coming for a visit tomorrow." I was laying in a puddle of my own cum that he had fucked out of me when he dismounted and laid on his back next to me. "So you're introducing me your father?" "Fuck no, Jesse! Not like that. My Dad don't know I fuck a guy. He thinks I'm 100% straight. And it's going to stay that way. So you gonna wear clothes while he's here and act like the guest room is really your room and you're letting him stay there for a couple of nights. By the way, I work where you work." "Yes, sir." I understood. There was a time in my life that I was closeted and went to some pretty drastic lengths to stay there. I certainly wasn't going to try to sway him, he'd figure it out on his own one day. Though I really wasn't sure that he was 100% gay. The next day he went to pick his father up from the airport. While they were out at an expensive restaurant, I was making the guest room look like mine. They made it home at about 9pm. It seems they'd both had a few beers as well. I was smitten as soon as I laid eyes on Bobby's Dad. He bore a striking resemblance to the vintage porn star, Bobby Blake. But, I played my part to keep him from suspecting I was his son's bitch. It seemed to be working. Bobby told his Dad that I'd offered my room for him to stay in during his visit. Michael, his Dad, asked where I'd be staying. I told him that I was fine with the couch for a couple of days. Michael shook my hand and told me that he appreciated the bed. "Speaking of which, I need to retire for the evening." He went into the guest room and shut the door. Bobby and I sat on the couch together and watched TV. It had been a while since we had sat as equals. "Don't get used to this, bitch." He wet his finger and stuck it down the back of my jeans. I lifted my butt up off the couch to give him access to the hole that he still owned. "I've been horny all fucking day. I wanna bust in that pussy. Right fucking now." He violently undid my jeans and ripped them off me. He put me on my back on the couch. He lifted my ankles to his shoulders and slid his dick right into me. He hand one hand around my neck and the other covering my mouth. That muffled the yelp I made when he shoved hard into me. We were both so into fucking that we didn't notice our guest. But there Michael was, watching his son plowing his "roommate". He continued to bury me with his body in that couch. Well, his body and his dick. He had my knees pinned to my chest, pushing me down further with every thrust. It was getting hard for me to breathe but I was too into getting his nut to stop him. I saw him tensing and knew that reward was coming. He pulled out and jumped off me to the side of the couch and shot his load in my mouth. Most of it anyway. That's when his Dad cleared his threat while standing in the doorway of the living room. I looked up from the couch with cum in my mouth, on my chin and cheek. Bobby started stuttering, "Dad, this isn't...I..." It was difficult to watch my Bull lose control of himself like that. I wanted to stand up next to him and hold his hand through this. But, that wouldn't feel right. Wouldn't be us. So I did what came natural to me. I took off my shirt and got on my knees next to Bobby. I set my gaze to the floor but I felt Bobby stand a little taller. "You don't have to explain what's going on here. I see very clearly." "I don't think you..." His father silenced him mid-sentence by raising his hand up. "As you know, I spent most of my youth in the military. Something I never told you was that when I was at basic, most of the men in my barracks were black. There was just a handful of whites. Most of them were scared to be in the opposite situation that they had grown up in. We might have taken advantage of that. One night, three of us cornered one in the showers. I'd caught him looking at my junk at least a few times in the shower that week. I gave him a real close look at it that night. His resistance was laughable. A real man would went down fighting. He just went down...on all three of us. And when he got his first taste of nut, he was serving us every fucking night. His cunt was even sweeter than his mouth. We ended up punking nearly every white boy in those barracks. It was a game to us. Every deployment I ever went on, I made a whiteboy into my bitch. So I see clearly what's going on here. Like father, like son." Aaaaannnd that had my dick hard, leaking precum. "Damn, Dad. I always wondered how you would go without pussy for so long. I guess you never did, though. I've been smashing this white bitch for months now." "Mind if I hit it real quick? I was going to rub one out and then remembered there was a white boy out here on the couch. You really never have to jack off when there's a white boy around." "Anything you want, Dad." Michael stepped up to me. He made me free his dick. Jesus, like father like son alright. He was big. I took it into my mouth, and eventually my throat. Seeing me gag on his Dad's dick must have excited Bobby because he was putting me in a position to take his dick up my ass again. "You've trained this white bitch well, son. He sucks cock like a street ho." "His pink pussy is what's up. Wait till you get in it." "I'm 'bout to." They switched up. His dad was going crazy on my pussy. He fucked me like he hadn't had any in a while. "Take my dick you fucking cracker bitch! You want daddy's nut don't you bitch? I know you do. I know you wanna get pregnant. Don't ya bitch!" All I could do was muffle a yes sir through Bobby's dick. It didn't take Michael long before he busted all up in me. When he pulled out, I could feel it running down my leg. He wiped off his dick with my shirt and threw the shirt back on the floor. Bobby pulled out of my throat and slid back into my ass. "Thank you, son and good night. Good job, bitch," he said to both of us as he left the room. Bobby didn't answer his Dad, just nodded to him while fucking me doggy style in the floor. He fuck crawled me over to the couch and shoved my face into the wet spot. Within minutes he was cumming in me again. After he released, he pulled me by my hair to his dick and made me clean it off with my mouth. Without a word, he left for his bedroom. I knew not to follow. I figured he had some stuff to work out by himself that night.