Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2024 16:09:33 +0100
From: Astra Hologram <asia.the.serpent@gmail.com>
Subject: Seducing Balkan Dad wont be easy

Keep in mind that I am telling you this story as an adult, and the first
events in the whole experience were when I was 14 years old, so I have
new life perceptions, while I am telling you this older, but still
happening story, so again the story is unlimited in there is a sense of
material, so let's start...

My dad has always been the almost constantly scowling darkish man you all
know. Life has never pampered him, and since the end of high school, he
has been working in all kinds of jobs, and of course master's jobs. This
made his being sharp, mostly negative in appearance, a character who
knows everything alive, especially the crafts around the house. He is
paid for that when he works for someone else, and he constantly works for
us around the house and around for free, right... His body is that of an
attractive fifty-year-old man, 180 tall, about ninety kilos, which means
that he is just the right size to be what he is with his body I will be
since he got me and my brother, which is father, dad. He has very large
and thick hair on his legs, beautifully connected like waves over his
thighs, a little weaker on his knees, very thick in his groin and on his
calves and a little on his feet. Under the armpits, the hairs are not
excessively thick, but they are nicely spread out and long, they are
attractive to look at, I drool a little from them. His chest and stomach
are nicely defined, a bit beery and hairy in a nice way, I'll try to
include the pictures I took in my dad's future, nice moods. I know all
this and have noticed it for years, since the gentleman walks around the
house in his underwear in the morning and at night, very often visiting
the other rooms with a half-raised penis, while he thinks that my brother
and I are sleeping (I'm not sleeping for sure, I'm waiting for him to
turn around to look at him lustfully). Everyone normally has their own
room, my brother has his own by the bathroom, across from the living
room, while my parents are across from my room, and there is a corridor
between them. decent family house in the countryside, on the first floor,
while the ground floor is also divided and grandparents live there. My
dad, as I mentioned, is very strict, masculine, capable, funny, and I am
so naturally, thank God, feminine and that has always bothered him, I
believe because for him, in his head, women were some sort of prey, which
he catches with masculinity and some show of dominance, the thinking of
the old patriarchal upbringing, so I believe he only perceived me in that
way, like some..prey. He never behaved like that though, I just got
automatically worse and more demanding treatment than my brother, because
my brother took all those stereotypical male roles lightly. So he does
great in the garage, he chops wood, he's strong, he easily follows dad
hunting, when he wants to take us on all that, I didn't mention, he's the
younger brother of course, while I'm older, more pederasty, I enjoy life,
and in front of dad I'm drowning. Always a worse punishment for me,
learning tools by heart, moving tires from attic to attic, the worst jobs
where my father visits me occasionally, measures how far I've come and
leaves, probably to the house to watch porn.

It happened a lot of times that instead of going to school, I stayed at
home to sleep or bleat around the room and hide, while my brother went to
school, my mother went to work, and my father arrived home around 7-8 and
went to bed to sleep. dead tired, after the night shift. I calculate some
time for him to fall into a deep sleep and I approach his room and lean
over to watch his sleeping horny body. Only once in a while, when I
muster up the strength and will and the animal takes hold of me, I go up
to him and caress his raised penis over the sheet. Most of the time, he
would stir immediately and I would disappear into my room, with his
underwear from the bathroom, to sniff them and cum a hundred times on the
smell of his balls and cock, piss and cum. A wonderful taste when I
decide to eat his underpants for breakfast. Ugh, how I would suck the
front And rubb my penis and asshole. I love my dad, and from that
strictness and fear of disappointment, in my mind I started to be
obsessed with pleasing him, I wanted for the rest of my life to be his
sexual servant somehow, to use me to be his hunchback in the original
sense. I didn't know the path of my body to my father's body, but somehow
I was uncontrollable at 12, 13, 14 daydreaming about my father and my
sexual encounter.

Such experiences were we go for a long walk in the forest, in the snow
and in the winter, as if it were some kind of adventure, my father takes
us with the keres, and halfway through I take a nap and lie down in the
snow because I can't, because I'm cold, at that time my brother continues
with the doga, they run, play sledding, and dad comes back to pick me up,
and I force my homophobic father, a peasant, to warm me with his body a
little because I'm cold and I can't move. In those moments, he would be
hot, he would even sigh loudly, which I didn't perceive as a positive
thing in my hidden desires, but as if I was bothering him and rushing
into that hug already once.

The first occurrence was caused by some of my behaviors at the time, so I
will present them to you first.

Well, I was quite a strange, beautiful child, who almost never socialized
outside of school, I mostly played games, enjoyed the house, was a great
student without any effort, so my parents didn't bither me much, my
brother was somehow more concerned about me than they were, while they
perceived me as a depressed child, probably, somehow sad and
misunderstood. To some extent, I was like that, even though I used to
socialize on the Internet with strangers in chat rooms and all kinds of
online platforms for correspondence, both through puberty and those young
years. I've lived more openly with people who don't know who I am because
I've been able to be honest with them, in all my crazy endeavors of
womanizing and burning and everything.

My dad woke me up in the middle of the night, panting, the door to my
room was open behind him, I got up and slowly walked with him to the
living room, kind of hugged, he was leaning on me, as if I could carry
him so half-witted at 14. I see my mother, who is also sound asleep with
the door open, in the passage and I glance at my brother's room, where
the TV is shining and where he is also fast asleep. I place my dad so
quietly that he sits on the corner of the living room in the dark and I
tell him to wait a second. I sneak through the house, turn off my
brother's TV, close the door and put a small towel from the dirty laundry
at the bottom of the door. Sometimes we do that around the house, when
someone's television or my game is heard somewhere, we all put a towel on
the doorstep and no one bothers anyone. We developed that especially
after my 12th and my brother's 10th year, as teenagers we had the right
to privacy.

I did the same with my mother's door, it is literally wrapped with a
pillow over her head, because the lady is bothered by any light, she says
she has thin eyelids..

I return to the living room, where dad is leaning his head against the
back and is already a little wobbly. I didn't want to shock him, but I
wanted to talk to my dad and to comfort me because he scared me with this
awakening in the middle of the night, so I turned on the light in the
kitchen, which is connected to the living room, and approached him, while
he slowly raised his head.

Dad, what happened, why did you wake me up?

I dreamed that you fell and hurt yourself and I got so nervous I came to
see if it's real

Dad... nothing happened, how are you?

Well, how do I know, on top of that, everything hurts, damn it, I'm all
stiff as if I shouldn't sleep on a 200 euro mattress

Hihihi, dad, you wake me up to treat you in the middle of the night,
instead the other way around

He's somehow all asleep again, I guess that dream tired him out, and
what's my horny brain doing when it sees my father in a white undershirt
and briefs that always look the most full of balls and dick.

Could I massage you, I can the whole body I saw on youtube dots

I'm fucking tired

Come on dad, let me relax you a little, you're always angry

Let me see those massages, but for a moment, you're boring me

He is still asleep, he replied disinterestedly, and I calmed down a bit,
but I started to move his body and position myself on the back to massage
his back, shoulders, neck and head first. It's very clear that he likes
it all the time, he sighs loudly while I wonder if my mother will hear us
and if I should be afraid that I'm this excited in my pajamas while
massaging my dad. I literally squeeze his head, then his neck, then his
shoulders and go down his back and press the lumps all over his back from
the hard work and lifting everything. And he stirs.

After that I sit next to him and massage his arms, biceps, shoulders on
the sides, hands, forearms, on both sides.

He seems half-awake all the time and really enjoys my skill, and I, the
idiot, have seen more massages from a water polo coach than a 20-minute
YouTube video. I sit on the floor and take his leg by leg to massage his
lower leg and feet. I would really linger on the feet, they smelled half
manly and half like musk, and I really enjoyed feeling those huge things
and holding them in my hands and smelling them from a distance. My cock
was very erect the whole time and stuck with the belt of my panties and
pajamas at the same time, dad was not allowed to see anything, he was
only supposed to enjoy it.

I raised myself into a half-squat, over his thighs, and stood like that,
while he looked at me with half-opened eyes in great astonishment.

I need to massage the front of your neck and chest, stomach dad, we said
the whole body

I, of course, try to manipulate my dad, asleep half scared of sleep,
while my pubescent body, abnormal and hormonal, controls me.

you can lean on me if it's easier for you, sit down

I immediately sat on him, simulating in my mind that I was sitting on his
dick and slowly thrusting myself, while in reality he was lifting his
shirt over his head, took it off and put it next to him.

The massage started, the neck was gone in no time and then I started to
feel his chest, all the while avoiding the nipples, because I was afraid
that it would be too much for him, that he would throw me down for sure.
I pay attention to his dick all the time but it doesn't move, I don't
know how to cross your limit, I was stupid and small, but I was ready to
overdo it even if I begged him to put that dick in my mouth. Daddy insert
it, insert it into me, can I serve you forever, now is the right time for
you to mark me, that I am yours forever, for the rest of our lives, that
you have me - are my thoughts, the deepest dirty, that lead me through
the massage his hairy chest and beer belly. I wanted him tipsy now, or
drunk even better, then I would ride him safely while he was half asleep.

I remembered that I hadn't massaged his upper leg and thigh well, I'd
offer myself for the lower back, even a stare if you'd let me, ah imagine
his hairy ass that hairiest row and pretty hairy bottoms that I've seen a
bunch of times when dad would change his clothes a little before me, just
turning around.

I got down and started massaging his hairy upper legs, he started to sigh
a little as I massaged the insides of both of them.

My head was somehow very close between his now spread legs, my breath
must have been hitting his legs then.

I approached his thighs now, he just started to sigh and in that
semi-darkness I finally saw a half-raised whale, which so often visited
me in the morning while I was 'sleeping'.

The outer thighs went by very quickly and I went all the way with my head
and carefully rubbed his very hairy inner thighs one by one. My breath
was hitting his stomach, cock over his pants, a bit of thigh, I'm sure my
breath was hot at the moment, the inner animal was completely
overpowering I believe both of us.

could i take care of that i know full body massage

I say very quietly.

I even know the ass massage shown by the coach during a training session
on Balić.

Balić is a water polo jerk.

in silence, you can lock the door, if mother gets up, we pretend to
sleep, you unlock it for her, you're in your pajamas

He said quietly and then growled in the softest way

AND NOT ONE WORD TO ANYONE!

It's you and me dad, no one else

I said, he got up and stopped, while I ran locked fast and went back to
kneel down and start pressing his bottoms. He leaned his head back
standing there and enjoyed it. He was breathing very loudly, and I
couldn't believe what was happening, the animal in me was screaming and
dying to suck that old dick. How can I pretend I'm still ultra-straight
by doing this so my dad doesn't make fun of me. I believe he thinks I'm
just a little girl, just dirty enough and obsessed with my father to want
to fuck him.

I massaged his rear part over his underpants and after finishing that he
sat back and I asked him to remove his underpants for the front part. He
gathered his legs and pointed down for me to take them off.

I started to pull them and look at the thickest bush, probably never
shaved, and it turns out too thick, tough, at first hairy, then smooth,
raised fucking dick of my father in my field of vision...

I pull, I see the balls underneath and I undress him all the way, where
he stops me with his feet so that the panties remain around his ankles
and he relaxes in the corner, and I take the first hairy balls to press
and caress, very close with my head, sighing at everything I touch him
with my hands, with very moist and warm breath, while the father is
enjoying himself, he is convulsing, when he looks at me, he is clearly
somehow angry with me, and all the time he is sighing approvingly of what
is happening.

I take the dick with both hands, admire it and gasp at it, from that
moment to the end, my father clearly observed what was happening, with
half-open eyes, somehow half-furious, half-dirty. From that moment the
line was crossed, by both of them, I just don't know how much.

It is very tough, the glans is huge and completely wet, somehow slimy.

I counted all this as a dirty sports massage and considered touching the
glans as some additional crossing of boundaries, but after some time of
touching the lower leathery, tough part of the cock, I started to jerk
off to my dad, and he looked at the cock and occasionally into my eyes
very dirty .

I jerked off him quite slowly, and then I took the glans with one hand,
wiped it all over with the same and smeared the mucus all over the rest
of my dad's dick. Then I continued so experienced, because I was an
enjoyer of all kinds of dirty porn as a child, to jerk off my dad's slimy
dick which secreted more and more slime from the hole as I jerked her and
panted wetly on her while looking into my dad's eyes. Sometimes he looked
like he was uncomfortable, sometimes like he was angry, and sometimes
like he was the dirtiest in the world and like he was going to scold me
and want me to fulfill his wishes forever, I hope.

He was writhing, moving his hairy toes, pressing me with his thighs,
gathering and spreading them as he fucking enjoyed my jerking off, and I,
scared by his looks, can't take him in my mouth, but just jerk him harder
and faster.

I saw that dad was going to cum, he acted like that, with his body he
demanded that I tighten my grip with both hands and jerk harder, faster
too of course, while he gathered his legs, squeezed me, moved his
fingers, which he used to trample the lower part of my body that is on
the floor, while I am between his legs. He tightened his grip on me and I
naturally moved my head closer to his dick, and my body to his balls and
the corner I was pinned against. Dad was unconscious in these moments, he
was enjoying himself too much to perceive anything, he was twitching, and
he kept his legs tight and me very close to him, naturally bothering me,
while I jerked off.

He was very close, it was a matter of moments and he looked at me, who
was very close to his head, which was ready to squirt.

I looked back at him and brought my lips closer and hugged his entire
glans, starting to suck the mucus and wait for the cum.

He then gave up, closed his eyes and began to convulse and twitch, his
toes clenched upwards. Daddy sprays. I, the little animal, poke the tip
of that huge thick, too wet dick with my hand, while I suck the head with
my eager mouth and get that too strong bitterness finally.

Too thick sperm fills my mouth, my dad's dick sprays the inside of my
mouth and throat, his hairy balls are tightly squeezed inside, while I
hold them tightly against my dad's body with my other hand.

I swallow and swallow, and dad winces. That bitterness and sweetness
mixed together is an insane taste that I have enjoyed before, in mine and
from my brother's aunt, but never this thick, this strong and this many
times.

His dick tightened and sprayed my mouth and throat 10 times. And I, like
a hungry little whore, swallowed and swallowed and savored the
bitterness, if that was possible.

Dad stopped convulsing, convulsing hard one last time, at the hips and
then throwing himself back to the corner while I remained in the air with
my mouth open, which I immediately close and start to swallow more.

I fall back on his cock, take it hungrily to suck whatever mucus and cum
I can out of her.

Dad pushes me away, half stern, half dead tired, goes to the bathroom,
and I run to my room with his underpants, which were left there
half-peeled before, half now. I close the door, dad goes to the room,
takes the underwear from the closet, which is heard and they lie down to
sleep. I stayed with his panties to jerk off a bunch of times until I
myself fell asleep from exhaustion with his panties in my mouth and over
my nose.

This story goes on, so my writting can also go on, but you can else email
me your opinion on the story and so on.

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