Riding His Dad

The bully takes full control, his dominance radiating off him like a sick fuckin' aura. He barks out his depraved commands to me, instructing every little detail of what he wants to see. I'm just a puppet in this fucked-up theater, acting out his twisted desires.

"Get your slutty ass over here," the bully snarls, his voice dripping with wicked satisfaction. "Strip down, slow and fuckin' sexy. Make him ache for it."

So, like the obedient little bitch I am, I sashay my way over, peeling off each piece of clothing with agonizing slowness. I'm a fuckin' tease, letting my curves and my sinful skin do all the talkin'. The promise of pleasure hangs thick in the air, making the dad weak in the knees.

As I approach, I catch the dad's **** gaze fixated on me. His longing is palpable, a mix of lust and shame swirling in his pathetic eyes. His words come out as a **** plea. "Please...just give me a taste. I need it."

The bully doesn't skip a beat. He grins wickedly and nods, whispering his vile instructions to both of us. "Oh, you'll get a taste, you sorry excuse for a man. Now, get down on your knees, open that filthy mouth of yours, and show him what a fuckin' slut you can be."

I play my part, dropping to my knees, looking up at the dad like a hungry predator. I trail a finger along his trembling lips, savoring the way his breath hitches with anticipation. "You want this, don't you? Say it, you pathetic cocksucker."

The dad's voice is shaky with desire as he finally submits to his darkest cravings. "Yes...yes, I want it. I want to taste you, to feel you in my mouth."

With a sinister smirk, I guide his face towards my dripping wetness, letting him inhale my intoxicating scent. "Then fuckin' do it," I growl. "Devour me. Show me how much you crave my cunt."

The dad obeys. He dives in, his mouth exploring my folds, his tongue swirling and flicking with a desperation that matches his submissive nature. I moan, grinding against his face, losing myself in the pleasure he's delivering.

But this isn't just about him pleasing me. Oh no, we're in this sick fantasy together. I maneuver my body, placing him on the edge of the bed, my hands gripping his hips with primal possessiveness.

As I lower myself onto his rock-hard cock, we both gasp with the intensity of the connection. His vulgar pleas fill the air, urging me to ride him, to take him deeper, harder.

I straddle the bully's dad, feeling the power and dominance emanating from him. His hands grip my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh, guiding my movements with an intoxicating ****. I slam myself onto his cock, taking him in deep, my pussy clenching around him in a **** embrace.

The room reverberates with our moans, mixing with the illicit sounds of our bodies colliding. Sweat drips down my flushed skin, the heat between us creating an inferno of desire. The bully's dad's voice growls in my ear, fueling the fire. "Ride me harder, you dirty fuck toy. Show me how badly you want it."

I comply, my hips grinding and gyrating against him with a ferocity that borders on madness. Our eyes lock, a twisted game of power and submission unfolding in the depths of our gaze. He pulls me in, his lips crashing against mine, claiming me with a raw hunger.

Our tongues battle for dominance, a dance of lust and aggression. His grip on my waist tightens, leaving bruises as a reminder of his control. The sensations overwhelm me, pleasure coursing through my veins like a ****. I surrender to the chaotic whirlwind of desire, losing myself in the forbidden pleasure.

As the intensity builds and our bodies reach the edge, his pace quickens, thrusts becoming more ferocious, pushing me towards the brink of ecstasy. The room becomes a blur of flesh, moans escalating into a crescendo of unrestrained pleasure.

The father's thrusts freeze for a moment, a wicked glimmer in his eyes as he senses his son's unspoken desire. He withdraws his cock from me, leaving me breathless and aching, while his attention fixates on his own flesh and blood. The son stands there, a mixture of anticipation and anxiousness etched on his face, his ass exposed and ****.

"Turn around, boy," the father commands, a sadistic edge to his voice. The son complies, his trembling hands supporting him as he presents himself to his father, his tight virgin hole begging to be claimed. The room is filled with a twisted tension as the father lines his cock up with his son's untouched entrance.

"Please, Daddy... fuck me," the son whispers, his voice dripping with **** longing and submission. "Tell me I've been a good girl, Daddy. Fill me up with your cum and make me feel loved."

A low, sinister chuckle escapes the father's lips as he gazes upon his son's vulnerability. "Oh, my sweet boy, you've been such a good little girl for Daddy. Get ready to take what you crave," he replies, his voice a blend of possessiveness and sadism.

With those words hanging in the air, the father thrusts forward, breaching the son's tight, virgin hole. The son gasps, a mixture of pain, pleasure, and forbidden ecstasy flooding his senses. Grunts and moans fill the room as the father drives into his son, claiming him with every savage thrust.

Their bodies collide in a symphony of debauchery, the son's **** pleas and cries of pleasure filling the air. The father's grip tightens on his son's hips, a physical manifestation of his dominance and control. "Take it, you filthy little whore. Beg for more, you fucking slut," he growls, his voice dripping with perverse satisfaction.

As the intensity builds within them, their connection transcends the boundaries of societal norms. The son's body quivers with overwhelming pleasure and the son's pleas for affirmation intensify. "Please, Daddy... cum in me. Show me how much you love your good girl," he begs, his voice a **** plea for validation.

And in that moment of twisted climax, the father succumbs to his darkest desires. With a final, primal thrust, he releases his hot load deep within his son's tight ass, marking him in the most forbidden of ways. The room fills with a swirling abyss of pleasure and taboo satisfaction.