After that night with the handcuffs I couldn’t stop. My dad had fucked me rough and angry while I was helpless, then warned me never to bring strange men into the house again. So I decided to do it anyway — but only in the afternoon, right before he got home.
Dad left for work at the usual time. I waited until almost 4 PM. I only had about three hours. I opened Grindr and posted a quick message: “Hosting now. Raw only. Come breed me fast and leave. No names.” My hole was already twitching at the thought of what
I was about to do in my father’s house.
The first guy arrived just after 5. He was about thirty, fit, short dark hair. I opened the door wearing only a jockstrap. He didn’t waste time. He pushed me onto my bed, yanked the jockstrap down and shoved his cock straight into me. He fucked me hard and fast for maybe seven minutes, then buried himself deep and pumped a thick load inside me. He pulled out, wiped his cock on my ass and left without saying a word. I stayed there feeling his cum start to leak.
Twenty minutes later the second guy showed up. Early forties, broader build, rougher. When he saw the cum already running down my thigh he smirked. He bent me over the living room couch and pushed in without warning. The first load made everything wet and easy. He fucked me with long, hard strokes until he came, mixing his load with the first one. He slapped my ass once and walked out.
By now it was past 6 and my hole was already sloppy. I was about to close the app when a third message came in. This guy was in his early fifties, thick build, salt-and-pepper beard. He said he was close. I told him to hurry.
He arrived at 6:20. The second he walked through the door I noticed the gold wedding ring on his left hand. He didn’t take it off. He grabbed me, marched me into the living room and bent me over the same couch. He yanked my jockstrap aside and shoved his thick cock in. He was the roughest — short, angry thrusts, one hand holding me down. I could see the wedding ring every time he gripped my hip. He pounded me until he came, adding his load while his ring pressed against my skin. When he pulled out a big glob of mixed cum spilled out and ran down my leg. He tucked his cock back into his pants and left. It was 6:40.
I had less than twenty-five minutes.
I ran to my own room. In the bottom drawer I kept a pair of sheer black women’s fishnet stockings and a tiny black thong. I slipped the thong on first, then slowly pulled the fishnet stockings up my legs until they hugged my ass and thighs. I didn’t clean my hole. I wanted my dad to see and feel everything.
Then I went to his bedroom. I took his expensive dark blue silk tie from the drawer, looped it around my wrists behind my back and pulled it tight. I folded one of his black dress socks and tied it over my eyes as a blindfold.
Completely blind and tied with his own tie, I climbed onto his bed. I got on all fours, dropped my chest down and pushed my ass high. The fishnet stockings stretched tight over my cheeks. The tiny thong was already soaked and pushed to the side. Thick cum from the three anonymous men was leaking out of me and soaking into his sheets. I waited there in the dark, listening for the front door.
At 7:05 it slammed open.
“David?” His voice was already tired and pissed from work.
I stayed silent, ass up, blindfolded.
His footsteps came straight to his bedroom. He stopped in the doorway.
Long, heavy silence.
Then a low, furious voice:
“What the actual fuck is going on in my house?”
The bed dipped hard. His hand grabbed the tie around my wrists and yanked upward so violently that my back arched.
“Is that my fucking tie? You tied yourself up with my tie on my bed?”
His other hand came down on my fishnet-covered ass with a loud, vicious slap.
“And what the fuck are you wearing? Women’s fishnet stockings? A fucking thong? You put that shit on for them?”
Another hard slap. Then another.
He spread my cheeks roughly and shoved two thick fingers straight into my sloppy hole. A thick glob of cum immediately leaked out around his fingers.
“Look at all this fucking cum leaking out of you,” he growled. “How many men did you let fuck you today? How many strangers came inside my son in my house?”
He finger-fucked the mess deeper, making wet, filthy sounds.
“The whole fucking house smells like cum and strangers. You let multiple men breed you right before I got home and then you come in here, put on women’s stockings and a thong, blindfold yourself, tie your hands with my tie and wait for me like some cheap whore?”
He pulled his fingers out. I heard his belt, his zipper, his suit pants hitting the floor. His cock slapped against my wet ass, already rock hard and angry.
“You wanted punishment? You’re getting it.”
He didn’t go slow. He lined up and drove his thick cock balls-deep into my cum-filled hole in one brutal thrust. The wet squelch was loud. I cried out into the mattress.
“Fuck… it’s so loose and messy,” he snarled, already pounding me hard and fast. “Those random bastards really wrecked you. But this is still my hole. Mine.”
He grabbed the tie binding my wrists and used it like reins, yanking me back onto his cock with every thrust. His hips slapped against my fishnet ass. He was fucking me with pure rage.
“Take it, you filthy little cumdump. You wanted strange men in my house? Now you get your father’s cock stirring their loads inside you while you’re dressed like a whore.”
He reached under me, grabbed the thin string of the thong and yanked it harder to the side, then squeezed my balls.
“Still hard while daddy fucks your sloppy pussy. You love this, don’t you? Being tied up with my tie, blindfolded, wearing women’s fishnets and a thong, full of strangers’ cum and getting railed by your own father.”
“Yes, Dad— fuck— punish me—” I choked out.
He spanked me again, even harder, then grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back while he kept destroying my hole.
“I’m gonna breed you too. Gonna add my load to all that filth so you remember exactly who owns this ass. You don’t bring random men into my house. You don’t get fucked by strangers while wearing women’s underwear. You get fucked by me.”
He fucked me even harder, grunting and cursing with every thrust. After another minute he buried himself deep and came with a loud, angry growl, pumping rope after rope of hot cum into my already overflowing hole. It leaked out around his cock and ran down my thighs, soaking the fishnets.
He stayed inside me for a few seconds, breathing heavily, then slowly pulled out. A huge gush of mixed cum followed.
He untied the sock from my eyes and loosened the tie from my wrists. When I could see again he was standing over me, cock shiny with cum, looking down with that same grumpy, dangerous expression.
“Look at the state of you. Women’s fishnet stockings ripped, tiny thong soaked, ass gaping, leaking like a broken faucet. My bed is soaked with other men’s cum. Go take a shower and clean that filthy hole. And David…” He grabbed my chin hard, forcing me to look at him. “If you ever bring random men into my house again to breed you while wearing women’s underwear, I won’t just fuck you. I’ll tie you up properly and make sure you can’t sit down for a week. Understood?”
I nodded, still dizzy and dripping.
He turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him. But before he left I saw the way he looked at my wrecked, cum-covered ass one last time — fishnets, thong, and all.
We both knew this was far from over.
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