How I became my daddy's toilet

Chapter 2 – SAY THAT AGAIN.

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-Dad, I hope you allow me now to show you all my sexual desire.

-You know you can say whatever you want. I won’t punish you for anything you say. I’d rather you did things out of arousal. I only ask you to be careful what you say for you know I will force you to do it. That’s all. Come on, you can start now.

-That’s the bastard I will need tomorrow. Ok, Dad. Well, I will go to work as any other day. Then when I return home and as you will be already here, as soon as I see you I will call you master or sir and you can already call me slave.

-You can be sure tonight I will only call you Alan, and tomorrow at breakfast. I will be waiting for you at home, exhilarated. Then I will call you slave, no sooner.

-Can I have a standard meal tomorrow, Dad? That does not mean I won’t be really dirty tomorrow but first I want to start eating something clean.

-I know you love meat balls. I will prepare them. Ok?

-Ok, Dad. Then I will go to the kitchen to eat and as I am your slave, I would like you to order me to take all my clothes off. I wanna eat buck naked, as a good slave should. And I won’t mind having a boner, for I know my dick will be hard by then. All right, Dad?

-Perfect, Alan. Your naked body will arouse me as you are eating and also the fact to know that you are already my slave and must necessarily be naked before me.

-Good, Dad. But it needn’t be a clean meal. I want you to get a glass and piss in there. I want your piss to accompany my meat balls. And I can tell you, Dad, I want you to be pissing all day and I have to drink it. You can either piss in the glass or piss straight in my mouth, you choose but all your piss tomorrow must end up in my stomach.

-Very good, Alan. Oh, I am close to cumming again. Go on.

-As I don’t need two hands to eat, I wanna start pleasing your dick at once. I want you to take out your cock, and with one of my hands I will eat and with the other I will be jacking you off till you cum.

-Say that again.

-I will jack you off till you cum, Dad.

-I am cumming again. A wonderful night you’re giving me, Alan. Thanks, sonny. I will reward you later, I promise. Go on.

-Well, if I have finished lunch and you still haven’t cummed, I will go on till you bust your load. But if you cum before I finish lunch, please let me end my meal. Then as I will be the slave tomorrow, I will stand up and naked as I will be, I will do the washing up. And now the next move will depend on you.

-You can tell me.

-Well, I would also like to see you naked, Dad. And I wonder if you would let me.

-I want to hear you, but the way you’re telling me things is perfect for me. The slave will be naked first and the fact that you want to see you father naked makes me horny. I hope you cum tomorrow with me too, at least once. You can tell me, what is it you want?

-I would like to take your clothes off and enjoy your naked body and grope you all over, Dad. Is there any part of your body you would not let me see or touch?

-You can enjoy my nudity and of course you can touch every part of my body. Oh, Alan, I am so horny now that I have to cum again.

I could see my father’s sperm again on the floor. I was so horny seeing him cum once and again with me that I was mustering courage to tell him everything. I knew I would never repent of anything I could say. My father liked his incestuous son’s desires. It was hard for me not to cream my trousers now, but I did not want to cum yet; I wanted him to cum many more times.

-Then, Dad, as there are still some things I do not know from you, I mean I know your smell but not the taste of your body yet, I would like to kneel on the floor and lick your feet. But I beg you, Dad, don’t go to the shower. I wanna feel your flavours.

-I won’t go to the shower, I promise. I hope you like my man’s scent for you know very well now you will have to lick my feet.

-I really want you as a bastard now, Dad. I have to lick both your feet. But I cannot move to your second foot as far as you are having fun with one. Use any coercive way you can think of, Dad, but believe me, even if I am having a bad time, though I don’t think I would, I cannot leave your feet till you are sufficiently pleased. I can be there for hours if you wish.

-It won’t be so long but you will be licking my feet a good while. Go on.

-Then I wanna know the smell and taste of your pits and I have to please that part of your body in earnest too. As long as you are having pleasure, I must continue. I am very sure of everything I am telling you, Dad. I wanna please you sexually. Please let me try first how I like everything. I think I am perfectly able to do it all, but remember I am not only your son tomorrow but your slave. If I find myself unable to do anything, Dad, please force me.

-You might repent of many things you are saying. But now you won’t have a chance but to do what you are telling me you will do. But I can see your boner now. I only ask you to be careful, but you can go on, is there anything else?

-Of course, Dad. In this moment of my schedule there’s only one thing I don’t know by now: the taste of your farts straight in my mouth. I also wanna please your ass. I have heard we men have our g-spot there, is it true?

-It is true, Alan. In fact I already know that pleasure. But it can be longer than an hour.

-Then I will take you to g-spot, no matter what I am feeling or how long it takes me.

-You will have to, Alan, I won’t go to the shower, but I will wash my arse.

-Why?

-Because I want you to enjoy everything you are doing. Better if it is not an ordeal for you. I have had, as I told you, some boys or girls slaves and they were unable to lick my ass if it wasn’t recently washed. I will be a bastard, as you want, and now you know you necessarily have to take me to g-spot. But my ass will be clean.

-Ok, Dad. But fart in my mouth a lot of times, please, whether I like it or not.

-So be it. What now?

-I hope you cum again in g-spot. But after cumming with this incestuous son you have, I want you to cum again. Now it will finally be the moment to give you my first blowjob.

-Say that again.

-I want to give you my first blowjob.

Talking at the same time he was cumming again, the greatest amount of semen I had seen from his sexy dick so far, he asked.

-Are you quite sure of what you are saying, Alan?

-Absolutely sure, Dad. I would blow you here and now, but I need tonight first before I am your slave just because I need to be sure that there can be nothing as pleasant for me as sucking my father’s cock.

-Do you still have anything to say, Alan?

-Some more things, Dad, and this is only my schedule. Remember after it you can do with me whatever you like. Now, Dad, I wanna be your toilet.

-Say that again.

-I want to be your toilet, Dad. You can choose the order, but you can piss in my mouth as many times you want tomorrow, remember. You can spit and blow your nose in my mouth, even mixing both things. And I want you to order me to lick your ass again and always with a lot of farts, now I want you to shit straight in my stomach. I wanna taste your delicious shit again. I guess your shit tomorrow will be as exquisite as your shit today. And I have to eat the entire amount you want me to eat, Dad. I wanna feel I am my father’s toilet. Do not worry about my feelings, Dad, and be a bastard now. I know how it can arouse you to shit straight in your son’s mouth. So I will have to eat as much poop as you want to feed me, and I am almost sure I will be jacking off in that moment when my mouth has become your toilet bowl.

-Anything else?

-Of course, Dad, I cannot forget your yummy puke. You have to fill my guts now with that other product from your stomach and puke in my mouth as long as you want. But as you will have your schedule later, you can save some shit or some puke to feed me later.

-I think you have mentioned everything by now.

-Not everything, Dad. There’s one more thing. Of course you will fuck me later.

-Say that again.

-The end of my schedule is that you will fuck me later, Dad.

He couldn’t hold back then and cum spurted from his sexy dick and the floor was filled now with a new load.

-Dad, I suppose it hurts.

-It really hurts the first time you are fucked.

-Then if you have to rape me, do it, or if you have to tie me. Do whatever you find necessary but you have to cum in your son’s ass. Remember that you are not harming me, Dad. You will be opening a hole in my ass in case I want you to fuck me regularly and now I really desire that chance. I don’t know if I can be a masochist who enjoys pain, but I am now an incestuous bitch who tomorrow will be your slave and you must have every possible pleasure. And now we have really come to the end of my schedule. Next you will have hours for your pleasure and can choose whatever you want to have your son pleasing you till the hour I go to bed.

My father’s dick gushed again and I saw in his face he was determined to speak with me seriously now.

-You said you wanted me to be a bastard and I will show you now I am a bastard. But I wanna check your obeying skills. I will respect your schedule tomorrow and not before lunchtime you will be my slave and you won’t have to touch me, and I won’t touch you tonight. But you see, my cock is still out and I want more fun. Real incest will start tomorrow, but if you really want to be my slave, you will have to do something now to make me cum again.

-What is it you want, Dad?

-I want you to take off all your clothes and jack off looking at your father’s body, say aloud what you are feeling and keep on wanking till you cum. I will be jerking off too.

-I will comply, Dad.

I went red in the face. I really was blushing now, the first time in my life that I would be stark naked before my father, and what’s more, wanking over him in his presence. But I had to face my own words and check if I could achieve some of my incestuous schedule for tomorrow, my father wanted some fun and I had to give him some fun now, that simple. So, embarrassed and red-faced I started taking my clothes off. It was more or less easy to pull off my T-shirt, my shoes and socks, even though I could see my father’s dick frantically beating off. Still discomfited, I plucked up courage and pulled down my pants and finally my boxers, unable to hide my strong erection.

-That’s it, Alan. That’s the way I wanna see you all day tomorrow. Now look at my body and start to wank.

Still with a red face I started to beat my meat. Even embarrassed as I was, I knew I could cum in that situation. I felt humiliated and ashamed but I knew I had said I wanted to become my father’s slave tomorrow and I would have to do anything for the fun of my father’s cock. I was not his slave so far, only his obedient son and I started to talk aloud.

-I really like that sexy body my father has, and your sweaty smell is taking me to heaven.

-You can think about my smell tomorrow. If you don’t cum at least once with your father, I will make you wank with my smell. But I want you to jack off now only thinking about what you can see, imagining me naked tomorrow. I don’t want an olfactory masturbation now.

-Ok, Dad –and still red, I started to praise him as I beat my meat-, I am discovering right now how cute my father is. You’re a looker, Ronnie Williamson –I thought I had been too cheeky, daring to mention my father’s name but far from reproaching me, he encouraged me to call him as my arousal chose to call him-. I am watching every feature of your face, your moist lips, you cheeks, even your ears and I want to stop in those beautiful blue eyes of yours. Then the body I can guess under your clothes is perfect and chiseled, a wonderful construction worker, strong and rugged. How I’d love to see your chest and back, but I know I will be able tomorrow. I also want to see your feet. Ok, Dad, I won’t talk now about that raunchy smell, but I would really like to worship them before I lick them.

-You can obey me and lick them, but I will still be your father, and I don’t think I would like to see my son worshipping me. Remember I am a hot man for you now. But still a man, I wouldn’t like to be treated as a god.

-Ok, Dad. Sorry if I have gone too far in my arousal.

-You can go far and if you really like calling your father Ronnie, you can, a sign that we are still friends. But whenever I hear a girl calling herself a goddess or a man calling himself a god, I think they are going nuts and need to be urgently taken back to Earth. But you can go on.

-Thanks, Ronnie –I said, still blushing-. And what can I say of that part of your body? I can see your wonderful cock having fun at me now. But oh, how I would like to see your balls and even your ass, Dad. Ronnie, you sweet man, can I please cum now? I cannot hold it any longer.

-Let us cum together. Now! –He ordered. And both of us together drained our dicks at the same time and splashed two big loads onto the floor. My father could finally see me cumming with him. But he had more to say.

-Now, I will change your schedule a bit, but I hope you like these changes –and almost treacherously, for I really was not expecting it, he came to my lips and kissed my mouth ravenously-. You see, Alan Williamson, I have kissed many boys and girls and I have to reward you for the wonderful night you have just given me.

-Thanks, Dad –and we were kissing as lovers for a couple of minutes and I was savouring my father’s lips, tongue, teeth, his wonderful breath, everything.

-Now, Alan, I will make another little change in your schedule. You weren’t sure when you should stop being my slave tomorrow and mentioned till the hour you go to bed. I want you to be my slave till Friday morning at 8 a.m., for I want you to come to my bed tomorrow and still be my bitch in bed and keep on pleasing me. Do you agree?

-It’s a wonderful change in my schedule, Dad, I agree. I really want to go to bed with you.

-Then, the question now is, what are you going to do tonight? We usually watch TV before you go to bed.

-I can watch TV with you as every day, Dad.

-Then I suggest this: I am very horny and want some more fun, no real incest so far. You will leave all your clothes here in the kitchen and put them back on when you go to your bedroom later. You will come naked with me to the living room but we won’t be watching TV tonight. We will be watching a porn movie, one of the gay scat porn movies I have. I won’t touch you, only lay my hand on your shoulders and I will beat my meat, but mostly watching your nudity. You will see the movie with me but won’t jack off because I want you aroused enough to feel like jacking off in bed for a couple of hours tonight. I would like, of course, you wank over me and if you do, you will tell me at breakfast, masturbating before your father.

I agreed with everything he said for I was too horny to contradict him. So I went buck naked with him to the living room and sat on the couch. He was searching in a nearby closet and brought a gay scat porn movie. I looked briefly at the video case and got a harder erection. Then he played it. He sat next to me and when he laid his hand on my shoulder I could feel the warmth of his hot body beside me and his wonderful smell of sweat. He started jacking off and soon he started to see the movie, apparently, but he was aroused seeing his son’s nudity and he said he was gonna cum some times during the movie. I liked what was happening in the movie but I was really randy with that hot man sitting so close and wanking and I hardly paid any attention to the movie, distracted by the vision of the first time I could see my sexy father watching a porn movie and whacking off, but clearly aroused at me.

-What are you feeling? –he suddenly asked.

-I like the movie, Dad. But it is hell for me not to be able to jerk off now, with you so close to me. I see these guys eating shit and I am here remembering the taste of your delicious shit that I have tasted tonight and will taste again tomorrow shat in my mouth.

-There can be no hotter stud than you, Alan. I hope you keep your promise and don’t leave home.

-Look at me, Dad. Look at what the vision of your body and your cock having fun is doing to me. I have never been this hard before. Oh, Dad, I think I am gay. Believe me: I am adult enough and know perfectly well what I have been doing. I cannot leave home. I have to do it all. I am burning with desire for you, Dad. And whatever happens tomorrow I wanna be your best buddy and always call you Ronnie.

And while he was cumming again, he said

-You know you can. Tomorrow you will call me master, Sir, Dad or Ronnie. Don’t forget any of these names.

Now the guys in the movie were eating shit as madmen. But I didn’t envy them. I knew I had tasted shit tonight and I would repeat tomorrow and the shit they were eating couldn’t be as delicious as that from my father. In addition I will have puke -no puke in the movie-, piss, snot, and everything. And none of the guys could be cuter or hotter than the man sitting next to me. Ronnie Williamson blasted three more loads during the movie. I needed to give my dick some fun too, after all the erotic images I had seen. So I had to finally tell my father that I needed to go to my room and wank over him –that I told him- for a couple of hours and I would tell him at breakfast. I kissed his mouth goodnight, went to the kitchen and put my clothes back on. I finally left him there, still jacking off on the couch and looking at me, and went up to my room and started honouring my father, with my hand pumping my cock, imagining all the things that could happen tomorrow. I knew I would be an incestuous bitch, a toilet and a slave for him. I busted my load three times. I finally slept with the thought that I would tell him my three masturbations at breakfast.