Dirty Daddy
by Veronica Bates
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012 Veronica Bates
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner.
Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locations is purely coincidental.
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Josh came home from college a day earlier than he had planned. He noticed his step-father's car was parked in the garage, and assumed that dad must be home working in his office, as his dad sometimes did. His step-father, Mr. Evans, was a big-shot successful lawyer, and was admired by ladies and men alike. Josh himself greatly admired his father. Mr. Evans had practically raised Josh as his own ever since he married Josh’s mother when Josh was a toddler. Josh hoped to one day be in the same position as his dad.
Josh walked into the quiet house and headed straight to his bedroom to drop off his bags. He figured he would say hello to his dad later, before dinner, so as not to disturb his dad’s work. As Josh walked upstairs toward his bedroom, he heard a muffled noise. He paused on the step and listened. The noise was coming from his dad's office. Josh walked past the kitchen and up to the closed office door. He cracked opened the door and gasped. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Dad was leaning back in his executive leather chair, still in his work suit with his pants unbuckled, while Stephen, one of dad's interns, was on his knees sucking on dad's thick dick.
His dad moaned again, loudly and clearly this time, at what Stephen was doing to his big shaft.
"Oh, fuck, yeah," he said, "God, you're so good at this, much better than that Anderson." He pulled on Stephen's short brown hair and grabbed hold of it so he could force his cock in and out of Stephen's mouth.
Josh was too shocked to interrupt, or even walk away, and instead stood there watching through a small crack. He had a massive boner watching his dad get sucked. He unbuttoned his pants and squeezed his hard shaft to relieve some tension. He stood mesmerized, watching and quietly jerking his dick.
Mr. Evans moved Stephen off of his dick. "Stand up and take off those clothes," he told Stephen.
Stephen's body was lean and tone, just like Josh's. After he took off his suit and boxers, he automatically bent forward over dad's desk, ass up in the air.
Mr. Evans grunted out a moan of approval at the sight of what lay before him - a hot and willing ass. He took out a tube of KY jelly, liberally coating his fingers, and roughly fingered Stephen's asshole with one, then two, then finally three fingers. Stephen bit down on his tie to help muffle his cry of wanton lust.
After a few moments of fingering Stephen’s asshole, Mr. Evans deemed Stephen ready. He slid his thick cock right into Stephen's ass. They both moaned in unison. Mr. Evans waited a moment for Stephen to adjust, and then rocked his hips faster until he was pounding Stephen's asshole harder and harder.
Josh had already given up keeping quiet by this point, and furiously jacked off to such an unbelievably hot sight before him. He came, quickly and loudly, in his pants, his cry of pleasure muffled by the incredibly loud moans of Stephen.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhhh fuck me, Mr. Evans!” said Stephen.
Mr. Evans slammed into Stephen's ass, causing the hardwood desk to lean on its side, again and again.
“Fuck yeah, I'm cumming in your ass. You want my cum? Tell me.”
“Yes sir, I want your cum in my ass!”
Mr. Evans fucked Stephen hard, one last time, shooting his cum up Stephen's asshole. He bent over Stephen, spent and catching his breath, then sat back in his office chair.
Josh tip-toed across the kitchen and quietly ran up to his room, hoping like hell they didn't see him. He was panicking and his mind reeled at what he just watched.
“What the fuck,” he said to himself. He lied down on his bed, too exhausted and shocked to stand. What the fuck was that? How could dad cheat on mom? Was dad gay? And why the fuck did I find it so hot?
He battled between the hurt of his dad's infidelity and how turned on it made him feel. He did not want to hurt his mom. He knew it would kill her if she found out. He wondered how long his dad had been fucking around behind mom. Was he just fucking his interns? Was he just fucking men? Was dad gay, or bi? Were there others giving their ass freely to him? These questions led to images of his dad fucking random strangers, and it made Josh really horny. Despite the hurt of knowing that his dad cheated on his mom, he had to admit that he had never been hornier in his life. Watching his dad fuck was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He really had not thought of his dad in a sexual way before. Josh knew he was gay, he had experimented before in his teens and even had a few boyfriends back in college, but this has changed everything. Now he wants to watch his dad fuck, or even better, be fucked by his dad.
The realization made his dick hard. He began to fantasize about confronting his dad, making him have sex or else be outed to mom. Dad would never want to hurt mom, and he certainly would not be hard to seduce. He could not say no to his horny son.
Josh started to squeeze his cock and then made long strokes as his plan began to hatch. He stopped to reach over to his bedside table to grab lotion and stripped off his pants and boxers. He used some lotion to coat his shaft, then squirted another liberal amount on his finger and pressed it against his tight asshole. His small boy hole gave in to the intruding finger, and he quickly moved it in and out. Hungry for me, he added another finger, and scissored them together as he humped his hand. He stroked his dick in time to the finger fucking he was giving himself, but then suddenly stopped when he remembered he had brought a toy with him. After he got up to search through his bags, he found a huge, black, rubber dildo that he often used when he lived in the dorms. He lubed up the dildo and carefully sat on it, letting the rubber glide gently into his hungry boy hole. He could barely take it all in, but that did not matter because imagining that it was his dad’s thick cock was enough to satisfy him. He began to ride the dildo harder, after getting accustomed to its length and girth, and then matched the thrusts of the dildo in time with the strokes of his leaking cock. He so desperately wanted the dildo to be his dad’s cock, and he rode it and shoved it hard inside him for all he was worth. He imagined he was in his dad’s office, bent over the desk, taking his dad’s dick. He stroked his cock faster, feeling the pressure build up in his balls. He slammed down on the dildo, moaning silently as the rubber cock hit his prostate over and over again. Picturing himself in Stephen’s position and being fucked by his dad put him over the edge. He came hard, spurting all over his chest, and saying to himself, “Fuck, daddy, fuck me hard!”