Dad walks in

A knock came at your door, and you saw your dad walk in.

"Hey champ," he began, "lunch will be ready soon."

"Alright," you say, deciding to use your dad for pleasure, "what's for lunch?"

"Burgers," he replies, as you discreetly slip the ring over your hole, "is that alright with you?"

"Yeah, fine." You respond, focusing on the door.

As he turns to leave, he sees your newly appeared hole, and instantly dives in to eat it. Your father was well built for his age, years of rugby paying off for a muscly build. He was covered in a light dusting of hair across his body, which was covered in the same attire; a regular t-shirt, dark khakis and some black boots. You could feel his stubble as he continued to feast on your arsehole. You shifted in your seat, loving the sensation and pleasure he was giving you.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, FUCK!" You yelled, filling your briefs with cum.

Your dad pulled off your hole, quivering from the orgasm, and looked at you.

"Language!" He sternly said, before walking out.

Before he left, you noticed the erection in his pants. You took note of this, and decided to make lunch a bit more interesting.