Surviving Chandler

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Will He Be In The Mood Again?

“God damn” Darren thought as he looked down at his thick, massive cock; “I can’t believe I fuck my own son with this big dick.”  He sighed as his cock twitched slightly as he thought about how good his slender, small statured 18 year old son’s pussy had felt the night before. 

His son’s voice echoed in his ear saying “Don’t stop fucking me Dad. I want you to bred my pussy just like last time.”  It had started innocently enough a few weeks ago, with just some playful teasing and innuendos, until one evening Darren finally just got up the nerve to ask his gay son if he wanted a chance to see how good sex was with an older guy. Nervous at first, the boy quickly learned how to enjoy his dad’s sexual affection, and was not shy about asking for it anymore. “Fuck, I hope he’s in the mood when he gets home later.” Thought Darren. 

What Darren hadn't figured out yet was his son's mentality about the sex they were having. Darren was more than a plain ole bottom boy. He was a pussy boy, submissive bitch-boi that new his father had cunted him and knew he had to be of service to him every way he could including being HIS pussy when ever and where ever his father asked as well as often as he wanted. Darren would have been thrilled if his father fucked him three to four times a day.

Now that Darren's pussy had been cunted it was constantly hungry. Thank god for his pussy plug he bought months ago. But it wasn't satisfying the need anymore that a good fucking did. Maybe he needed a bigger plug. Maybe ask his father if he'd fuck him more often.

What Had He Done

It's too late. He has taken your virgin ass and shot his seed deep inside you. His DNA is now in the process of taking over and you can feel your manhood slipping away. Regretting what you have done will change nothing. You are now a cum dump and will service him as ordered.

Wracked with guilt, Robby rubbed his forehead in shock for what he had done. He couldn’t believe he actually just had sex with the man sleeping soundly in the next room. His own father. His hairy & muscular dad. He actually had the cock of the man who gave him life inside his new pussy and could still feel his dad’s load of cum inside his sore cunt.

 “Fuck, what am I gonna do?” Robby though to himself.

 After a few minutes he began thinking about how good sex with his dad had felt, and how much he enjoyed making love to the man he knew so well. “Well, fuck it” Robby finally thought to himself. “I love him and I don’t give a fuck who knows; I’m gonna keep fucking my dad as long as we want.”  Robby got up naked and walked into the dark bedroom where his stepdad was snoring sound asleep. He climbed into the bed and snuggled up close to the sleeping man; his ass tight against his crotch. Robby rubbed his dad’s flat furry belly and gently tweaked his nipples. He reached down and caressed the older man’s ample cock and balls. He gently kissed his dad’s lips and whispered. “I love you, Daddy.”  Softly snoring, the older man muttered “Love you too baby boy.” And gently wrapped his arms around his son. The two slept that way til morning when Robby woke to his father fucking him again.

"Wakey, wakey baby boi. It's pussy time. Daddy's got more baby batter for that hungry pussy of yours."

Perfection

I had trained her well. She learned that there was no better feeling than the taste and smell of my cock, or a pussy full of cum. She didn’t even care that she was in chastity anymore. All she wanted was my cock inside of her.

So when I told her that she was going to get all the cock she could handle she was beyond elated and immediately went cunt up. Her hungry puppy dog eyes begging for it. But when she felt a silicone cock enter her cunt and begin its monotonous thrusting she was disappointed and confused. She was Daddy's good gurl, wasn’t she? Her pussy makes/made Daddy happy, doesn't it?

She was. So good in fact to earn taking her training to the next level. It would take hours at first, but she would learn to cum in her cage just from pussy use. Over time it would take less and less time. Until eventually my cock would fuck the cum out of her in minutes but the fuck wouldn’t end until I was satisfied.

She would serve me beyond her own pleasure. A perfect fuck princess. 

Exposed

Riley took the pic and sent it. He put down the dildo and rolled over so that his pussy was in the air, and just laid there. What had he done? Well, he knew what he had done. Shaved his body, and then fucked himself hard with a dildo that he had just bought on some weird impulse earlier that day at the adult bookstore, and ejaculated completely hands free. And then he had sent a pic of himself exposed completely with a dildo in hand and his cunt drooling lube. 

Fuck, he felt...he was fucked! 

Then he realized he sent a pic of himself so exposed...who did he send it too? He grabbed his phone, his pussy still drooling and sliding down his smooth taint to his balls and onto his bed. As he grabbed his phone, it vibrated as it got a message and his mind shut off as he read it. Without another thought, Riley grabbed the dildo again and began to lick it up and down, making it wet with his spit, ignoring the pussy juice on it. He had not realized that he had accepted a video call, but instead focused on the dildo and making it wet to prepare to fuck himself again while on camera.

"Riley, I want you in that bed naked, ass up, pussy gaping and drenched in lube when I get there, Dad."

I Hear You Breed Bois

Jason came to me surprisingly enough. He had heard I like to breed bois. He told me he had fucked a few dudes. He said he found some gay porn one night and the guys weren't wearing condoms like he normally saw, and then when the top came he didn't pull out to show a cum shot. Just shoved deeper, groaned, and yelled as he dumped his load in this dude's pussy. 

Turns out that super turned Jason on and he now wanted to know what it felt like to have a man shoot his large nut into his pussy.

I told him, "it would hurt at first, and there was no promise he would enjoy it." 

"Would you enjoy it?" 

"Hell yeah, fuck and seed a virgin pussy? You know I will enjoy it."

 "Good, use me then and fill me with ur cum."

 So I did. He wanted me to fuck him missionary. I warned him this makes a dick go deeper up your cunt and he may wanna try riding first. He just said fuck my pussy already Daddy." So I lubed up my cock and his tight virgin and started working my way in while kissing him and twisting a nipple. He groaned into my mouth several times as I kept adding pressure to virgin twat. And then it happened, his cunt gave way and I sank into him. As soon as I did I pulled back my kiss because I know the pain could make him bite down. He yelped and I held myself still in his now twitching and spamming pussy. 

"You need to relax ur cunt." It took some time but he did, the whole time I could feel my cock pulsing pre-cum right into his womb. Once the twitching had died down he seemed to relax for a second and I slid forward more. He spammed again but less so. So I went back to kissing him with his legs wrapped around me. He groaned and I felt him relax a little more, so I started rutting. I could tell it wasn't easy, but when I asked him he just said, "don't stop till u blast ur cum inside my twat".

So I fucked him harder and he started to really relax and enjoy it. He started begging for my load, and his tight virgin pussy was doing a number on me. So much more quickly than I wanted. I shoved as deep as I could and I felt his body tense as I painted his pussy walls with my cum. 

He groaned and said "I can feel it shooting in me, oh God it feels so good" I figured his pussy was gonna be too sore so I rolled over and off him, he then asked if he could ride the next load out of me. I sure as hell wasn't going to stop him. So he got me hard again and sat down on that shaft. He was loving it. And feeling my cum start to drip down my balls from inside his pussy after he road me for a good 15 to 20 minutes I felt my balls pull up again and this time I groaned as I unleashed my seed in his twat. I could tell he was going to be insatiable. 

Coach

Jimmy was stunned to see who his next client turned out to be: Mr. Sharpe, his high school algebra teacher.

"Well, now," Mr. Sharpe smirked. "This is certainly a nice surprise. I was looking to recharge with a nice piece of ass after grading midterms and shit. Never dreamed I'd run into you of all people. Though then again, it's not entirely a surprise to find you working here. I did warn you about the importance of applying yourself, didn't I? Should have listened to me, Jimmy."

He did warn me; why the fuck didn't I listen! Jimmy asked himself. Jimmy never wanted to be working here, in the most notorious brothel in town. He figured he'd end up going to college on a sports scholarship, major in English or some shit, and just play shit by ear. He didn't count on blowing out his knee in his last semester of high school, which killed his chances of playing at college and any hope of a sports scholarship along with it. He'd never taken his studies seriously, so no other scholarships would be coming his way (everyone jokes about there being money for being left-handed, but it's only like fifty bucks, and in any event Jimmy was a righty anyway). And his parents had made clear that he was on his own the day he turned 18. His relationship with them was always strained. Forget about paying for college or cosigning his student loans, they wouldn't even keep letting him live with them once he was legally an adult.

So that left Jimmy with no college prospects, no money, no credit, and no place to stay. His only option was to try and find a job and somehow keep himself fed and housed while he figured out what to do with his life. But no one really wants to hire a high school graduate with lackluster grades, and the ones who did wouldn't pay enough for him to make rent. 

No one except Bert, the proprietor of the Silk Strap, the only brothel in town that catered to clients (no matter how they identified) seeking to fuck guys. Bert liked what he saw from the moment Jimmy showed up, nervously asking if he had any need for someone to clean or serve drinks or something. With that face and that bubble butt, Bert thought, it'd be a waste to let this kid scrub toilets and mix cocktails. He told Jimmy as much, and told him that if he came to work as one of Bert's boys, he could easily make twice as much as any of the other shitty prospects that Jimmy had looked into, and to sweeten the deal, Bert offered to throw in room and board, too.

Jimmy didn't want to be a whore. He didn't. But Bert's offer was way too good to pass up, and he didn't have any better options. For once in his life he seized the opportunity presented to him. Which is how he now found himself naked in front of his old math teacher.

"So, like, should we just talk then?" Jimmy suggested. "This is all awkward enough, I don't want to make it any weirder than it already is."

"Fuck no, I don't want to 'just talk,'" Mr. Sharpe scoffed. "I want what I paid for: a night with the finest piece of ass ever to grace my classroom."

"But ... that's fucked up!" Jimmy protested. "You're my teacher! I'm your student!"

"Were my student," Mr. Sharpe corrected. "You were my student. But you're not anymore. Now, you're just a fucking boy-whore. And tonight, you're all mine, because I paid for you. So stop whining and do your fucking job, before I tell Bert and demand my money back."

Seeing no other choice, Jimmy resignedly began removing Mr. Sharpe's clothes. His eyes widened when the man's cock came into view. Based on how he filled out those khaki pants he tended to favor for work, Jimmy always suspected that Mr. Sharpe was well hung. But he just had no idea. His cock was at already least 8.5 inches long, heavily veined, and as thick as a cucumber. And still growing. 

"Like what you see, slut?" Mr. Sharpe taunted. "Just wait till you feel what it's gonna do to that pussy. Now get on the bed on your knees, bitch, I want you from behind. No need for foreplay shit, I've been nearly rock hard since I walked through that door." Jimmy did as he was told, arching his back as he knew his clients liked, while Mr. Sharpe lubed up his dick and Jimmy's hole using the dispenser sitting on the dresser. He joined Jimmy on the bed and, with basically no preliminaries and without ever stopping, slowly inserted his massive member to the hilt in Jimmy's still tight pussy.

"OH FUUUUUUCK!" Jimmy cried as Mr. Sharpe began the fuck in earnest. Jimmy had pretty much succeeded in learning to enjoy (or at least not mind) taking cock since he began working at the Strap. Even though he had always thought of himself as straight, it was basically an occupational necessity. But this was different. Mr. Sharpe not only had the tool, he had technique, seeking out Jimmy's joy buzzer with laser focus and striking it every time he rammed his big dick home.

"Fuck yeah, boy," Mr. Sharpe cooed, "this pussy's even better than I dreamed it would be. And you'd better believe that I've been dreaming of it--of doing exactly this to it--ever since you arrived in my class. Every time you dragged your jock ass up to the whiteboard, every time you turned your back to me as you left for your next class, I thought of how good it would feel to plow this pussy. And now I can: anytime I want, for the right price. Pretty sure I'll be a regular client of yours from here on out, whore."

"Y'know," he mused, "I really should bring along Coach Watkins next time." Jimmy immediately tensed around Mr. Sharpe's cock and turned back to meet Mr. Sharpe's cruel smirk with a horrified look. "I'm sure your old coach would be eager to see you again and catch up about what you've been up to since."