My Boyfriend's Daddy (Humiliation Cuckolding Erotica) Read Free

Dean says glancing between the yellow line, Mr. Warren’s hard dick (now being measured against my arm), and me as I’m unknowingly licking my lips. “Mary, there is no way you could take that in any hole you have. Sorry about your luck Dad—you might as well put that back in your pants,” Dean says nervously, as though he has unwittingly just offered us a challenge.
    I’m turned on enough right now to take this bet.
    “Oh yeah,” I say leaning in for a very close look . I glance up at Dean, who is adjusting his growing cock. With my face this close, I realize his dick is a big as my entire head. I start small, holding his dick steady with my hand while I start licking from the base of his cock upwards. Then eager to jump right in, I put his swollen cock head into my mouth, feeling it’s about as far I can go, while rhythmically tugging upward with my hand. Occasionally, gagging each time, between my rhythmic sucking I’ll test the limits of my mouth by shoving his length down my throat as far I can. Trying to help, Dean’s dad has unbuckled his seat belt so he can better thrust into my face. Mr. Warren is now slightly moaning with his eyes shut only opening them off and on to check my progress and glimpse my round breast pushing against his thigh.
    Feeling slightly bad for Dean, as the slurping sounds coming from his dad’s cock going into his girlfriend’s mouth become more and more pronounced. I decide to take sucking breaks, in which I just pull at Mr. Warren’s length while making lascivious eye contact with Dean as if to say, “I’m doing this for you.” Even though, as I grind my wet pussy against the center console, I assuredly believe that I would follow Mr. Warren’s hardon anywhere in the world.
    “Well fuck,” Dead says turning bright red with embarrassment, but u nable to stay out of the action any longer. Dean unzips his pants while turning on the cruise control. Catching his action out of the corner of my eye, I use my free hand to assist him in pulling out his comparatively average stiff dick. I continue to slobber, gasp, and gag on Mr. Warren’s enormous rod while I begin stroking Dean’s erection.
    “You dad is huge Dean,” I let slip out. Dean looks sad, but accepting of the fact that he could never measure up to his father.
    Cruising along, all three of us are now oblivious to our public display. We drive on, somewhat erratically, at seventy miles per hour zooming by truckers and families getting early starts on their vacations.
    After I feel my throat can take no more of Mr. Warren’s mammoth pole, that is stretching my mouth’s confines to the very limits, I slip out of my skirt and leap into the passenger seat onto Mr. Warren’s lap. Now completely nude, eye level with passerby’s, I start grinding my pussy along the thick girth of Mr. Warren’s dick.  My expulsion of juices is immense and I quickly coat Dean’s dad hard cock in a slippery glaze.
    For both Mr. Warren and I, there is no going back regardless of the proximity of Dean. We both are starting to sexually vibrate. I can feel Mr. Warren’s pleasured momentum building as he pushes his thick dick against my slick entrance. As he does this, I feel waves of warmth cascade through my body up to my swelling breast, pouting lips, and flushed face.
    I look at Dean, who is now jerking himself off , glancing intermittently over at us, and give a look as if to say, “Please don’t hate me.” 
    Steadying Mr. Warren’s dick with my one hand, and myself with my palm against the window that is now cold with the night air, I raise up the nine inches to put my boyfriend’s dad’s swollen manhood inside of me. I let out a slight moan, between pain and pleasure, as I insert the head of Mr. Warren’s dick inside me. I do not get very far, even though he is covered in my spit and cum, before I have to rise up and try again. This time when pushing into Mr. Warren, I get half way down his length instantly more sexually fulfilled