Date: Sat, 29 Dec 2007 11:41:43 -0800 (PST)
From: PK
Subject: Becoming Dad's Slut  Part 2

The following story is a work of fiction:
When I woke up the next morning I sat up with a startle. The memories of
last night had haunted my dreams leaving me with an uneasy sleep. The
feelings of excitement and trepidation were coursing through my veins.
Cautiously, I opened my door and stepped out of my room. I peered into my
father's room to see him still sprawled out naked over his covers. His
massive chest was swelling up to monstrous proportions and then
collapsing back as he breathed.  Quietly, I retreated to the kitchen. My
stomach was in knots, but I knew I would have to eat something. I tried
to be as quiet as I could but as I was grabbing the skillet from under
the oven I knocked a few of the pots over making a loud noise.

            I continued to prepare my eggs and toast and brewed some
coffee. As I sat down to eat them I heard the footsteps of my father
coming towards the kitchen.  When he entered he went immediately for the
coffee. He had pulled on a pair of boxer shorts.  He poured himself a cup
and then lazily staggered to the seat across from me at the table. His
bloodshot eyes had a blank glazed over look on them. Obviously his body
was up but his brain hadn't caught up yet. So I wasn't sure if he had
processed what happened yet.

            "Um, do you want some eggs," I asked meekly. His eyes sort
of bugged out and his mouth moved as if he was about to hurl. Apparently
he didn't think he could handle food right now. "Oh, um ok well is
there anything you want me to do for you," I asked. He looked up at me
with a funny kind of look on his face. I stood up to walk towards him.
But he just pushed back on his chair.

"Jason, stop," he said and I halted in my tracks. "Last night, I
don't remember everything, but I remember enough. What we did." He
paused for a second. "Well, it just wasn't right. I was drunk and horny
I didn't realize what I was doing."

            "It didn't bother me though," I blurted out.

            "It doesn't matter," my dad replied abruptly. "I'm not
gay, besides you're my goddamn son. It just isn't right." He stood up.
I wasn't sure if he was going to hit me or what. But he just walked out
of the room. I heard the door to his room close. I ran to my room and
fell onto my bed. For the next few hours so many thoughts were running
through my head. I had tasted my father's manhood the night before and I
wanted more but he wasn't going to let that happen if he had anything to
say about it.  After a while I heard my father's door open and then the
front door. I looked out my window and saw the he was heading out to the
gym.  A few minutes later the phone rang. It was one of my Dad's friends
Carl. He asked for my Dad but I told him he had just left. He told me
that he and my Dad were supposed to meet up at the bar after my dad went
to the gym, but something had come up and he wouldn't be able to make
it. He wasn't answering his cell though. "Awesome," I thought to
myself. Maybe he would stay and drink himself into a stupor again. Then
it would be last night all over with his inhibitions gone.

            At about seven I was in the living room watching TV when the
door opened.   He threw his bag on the floor. He didn't seem too happy.
He also didn't seem drunk. "Carl, called right after you left," I
said.  "He tried to call your cell but you weren't answering. He said
that something came up and he would not be able to make it."

            "My fucking cell battery died," he said. "I waited for him
at the bar for an hour." He had apparently had a few beers while he
waited, but not enough to get him where I wanted.  He went into the
kitchen and returned with a six pack of beers grabbed the remote control
from next to me and collapsed onto the sofa and turned the channel to a
football game.

            "I can wait," I thought to myself.  An hour or so went buy
and he was on his sixth beer, added to the that the number he had at the
bar before he came home he had to be feeling pretty good. I noticed he
was nursing the last few drops of his last bottle.

            "Need another beer?" I asked. He looked up at me, unfocused
and clearly under the influence and nodded.

            I went to the kitchen, but deciding to quicken things up I
grabbed a bottle of vodka from the cabinet.

            "We are out of beer, but I found this," I said holding out
the bottle of vodka towards him. "Here you go sir."

            Slowly he grabbed the bottle from my hands. "I told you no
Jason. It's^Ċit's just not right." Not even thinking, he opened the
bottle and took a swig of the vodka his eyes already heavy with
inebriation. I sat down right next him, brushing up against him. My frame
looked like a twig next to him. I placed my hand on his muscular thigh
when I noticed a jump in the crotch of his pants. He pushed my hand away
and then stood up. "What the hell are you doing Jason? I said no."

            I stood up and placed my hands on my dad's wide chest. It
felt incredibly strong as it heaved below my trembling hands. His breath
washed heavily over my face. I ran my hands down to his tight stomach and
then with my hand, began to massage his crotch through the material of
his pants. I could feel it growing beneath my hands and his pants began
to form a tent. He let out a moan as he closed his eyes. When he opened
them he was looking at me in a different way. There was a hunger in his
eyes. He placed one of his hands on my shoulder. I could feel him putting
pressure on my shoulders and my legs buckling as he pushed me down to my
knees in front of him. Eagerly I undid the button on his pants and then
slowly lowered the zipper. I then reached into his boxer shorts for my
prize. His cock was like a steel rod. Slowly, I began to lick around the
head. His grip on my shoulder tightened and his breathing grew stronger.
I looked up to see his chest heavily moving in and out. Then I licked
down the base and with my fingers began to massage his balls. Then, as if
it were an ice cream cone I greedily licked up the long shaft. My hand
wandered upwards under his shirt. I could feel his taught stomach under
my hands. Paving the path for me he lifted his shirt over his head and
threw it across the room. He looked down at me as if I were a piece of
meat. Then he grabbed under my arms and roughly pulled me upwards.
"My tits," he said softly but forcefully. I abruptly obeyed him as I
placed my mouth over one of his nipples. It was stiff and full on his
swollen chest. My hands were grabbing at his powerful biceps. I gently
bit at it and he moaned as I tugged on it with my teeth. Sloppily I ran
my tongue across his chest and he lifted his arm up as I moved towards
his arm pit.

"Fuck yea," he groaned as I felt his hand push my face into the damp
pit. I immediately began to clean it with my tongue. The smell was
intoxicating, manly. I was grateful for the gift. His hand was holding me
tightly in place and for a second I thought I was going to suffocate.
Then the grip he had on my head loosened. I brought my head up and he was
looking at me with a confused look on his face.

"Did you plan this?" he asked. "You wanted me drunk just so I'd rape
your faggot ass didn't you?" I saw the change in his eyes before my
eyes. They went from a mixture of confusion and arousement to a very cold
hungry stare. His entire demeanor changed. It was as if every muscle in
his body flexed. "You little fucking slut, can't get enough of this
cock, can you?  He roughly shoved me and I fell back against the couch.
Then as he came up to me he lifted one leg onto the couch. "Open that
mouth, now cunt," he commanded. I complied and he lunged forward I
immediately swallowed his cock as far down my throat as I could. He
grabbed the sides of my head and for a few minutes fucked in and out of
my mouth, grunting ferociously the entire time. I was unable to make a
sound during the assault on my mouth.

Then suddenly he roughly pulled out of my mouth and backed away a little.
His cock looked as if it were going to explode a steady flow of pre-cum
was flowing from the tip. I looked up at him he was grunting as he
breathed arduously. Suddenly, he made a hocking sound and then a wad of
spit hit my face. He looked down at me coldly as his spit rolled down my
face. Then with his great strength he reached down and picked me up like
a rag doll and threw me over his shoulder. In large quick strides he
brought me to my bedroom and threw me on my bed. He then got on the bed
and began to crawl over me. Instinctively I tried to back crawl back away
from him. He grabbed me and with just one arm was able to hold my much
smaller body in place.  Roughly he began to tear my clothes of me with
the look of a madman in his eyes.

"Tell me you need this cock in you," he ordered me. I was in shock.
"Fucking say it." He yelled at me. The truth was I was scared as hell.
He was a monster of a man with a mammoth cock and he was on a rampage.
But I also knew he would make it even rougher for me if said nothing.

"Please sir, please shove that cock into me." I complied. "I am
begging you. Bury that big cock in my ass."  With an evil grin from ear
to ear spread across his face I watched in slow motion as he grabbed my
legs and roughly shoved them over his broad shoulders. Then he wrapped
his rough callused hands around my waist and held me tightly as I felt
something poking at my asshole. Then he abruptly threw his hips forward
and I watch in horror as he punched his way further and further into me,
the whole time loudly moaning very deeply. When he pushed all the way
into me I was screaming out loud from the pain in my expanding ass.

"Yeah, that's what I want to here pig, scream for me," he bellowed.
"I want to hear you fucking scream." He tightened his grip on my waist
and was pulling me towards him as he was pushing towards me even though
he was in as far as he could go. The pain was extreme and I was screaming
at the top of my lungs. It seemed to be music to his ears. I felt a wave
of relief as he began to slowly pull it out of me, but then he just
roughly pushed right back into me, so roughly that if he wasn't holding
on to me I think he would have thrown me across the room. This man was a
powerhouse.

Suddenly with one arm he turned me around while I was still on his cock
so that I was on my knees with my back to him. With his right hand he
tightly grabbed my shoulder. He was squeezing so tightly it felt as if he
would crush it. With his other hand he grabbed me by the hair and roughly
pulled my head back ad he continued his assault on my ass. The
combination of the feelings of pleasure and pain were overwhelming.

He brought his mouth up next to my ear and spoke in a low deep voice,
"You like how that big cock feels in you pig boy?" Each thrust
forward ended in a punctuated blow. He was pulling my hair back so
roughly I thought he would pull my head off. "Take it slut, take it up
that cunt. Tell me how much you are loving this I wanna hear it. Tell me
how much you love squirming under my hard body."

"Yes sir, I love it," I screamed out. "Please don't stop. I need to be
used like the slut I am"

"Fuck yea slut," my dad responded. "I am going to use you and then some.
Your ass your mouth they are all mine. It's about my needs and my cock
pig. Bow down to the cock that made you cum boy cause here it
comes...Fuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkk"

And with that I could fill his cock exploding in my ass. His body
continued to thrust forward for a few moments until he fell on top of me.
I could feel his chest heaving into me as he was breathing heavily. "All
mine bitch.all mine," he lazily said as he closed his eyes and his
breathing slowed and he drifted to sleep. I had a lot of time to plan out
our next encounter as I spent the night trapped under my new master.