Seducing my Balkan dad won't be easy

I woke up the next morning, my face sore from my dads foot that was on it last night. He was pressing my face hard. I ran to the mirror to check, my cheek was red and a bit purple, I still looked plumped and beautiful in my eyes. My skin was shiny and smooth, the sun hitting it made it shine even more. The house was empty which means that dad has left for work. What could his thoughts be on our last nights encounter? Mine are raising through the roof, my dad has just showed me just what kind of a faggot I am and can't wait to see him again. He used and abused me, and I was his slave just as I wanted to be, my stomach was aching butterflies and I felt myself falling in love with him.

I played some Sims all happy about everything and had my breakfast.

I jerked off so many times I must have fallen asleep again.

It's late afternoon and my mom and brother came back from the mountain. Mom is preparing something in the kitchen, I woke up after a long afternoon nap, and my brother is in the living room watching tv. Looking through my bedroom window onto the garage.

I quickly ran outside to the garage since I saw the light was on, excited about dad being home and looking forward to finding him there alone.

I enter the garage, and my dad is nowhere in sight, I go around the family truck looking for him, finding him laying on a portable bed under the truck, fixing something. His upper body and chest are under the truck, while his stomach and legs are out in the open. I approach him quietly and slowly go down next to him with my hand caressing his naked hairy belly, that’s out from his streached out and pulled up shirt.

He acts all shocked, scared and confused about my carefree behavior towards his body, that he leaves his work, rolls out a portable bed from under the truck and slaps me hard against my left cheek.

I fall to the ground holding onto it with my right hand saving my body from the complete fall.

• What are you doing you motherfucker? You startled me, touching me like that I thought it was mom

I was in shock from the slap I received, I wasn't sure was he slapping me sexually or what, plus why would he think it was mom touching him gently, she never does that kind of stuff.

• What are you doing here?

I'm blinking fast, looking at him, being so scared and thinking that I'm gonna get more slaps.

• We didn't talk about last night dad..
• What's there to talk about, we are grown men Marko, we can do whatever we want!
• So you liked what we did dad?

I said, butterflies raising through my stomach again.

• What do you mean we did? You did!

He stands up and walkes towards me, then squats above my body holding onto the ground still. He grabs me and starts pulling me up by holding on my neck and throat, then looks at my cheek.

• You faggot! You think that you can touch me freely! crossing all the lines and shit!
• What do you mean dad?

He is almost holding me up in the air, lowkey choking me, while I barely spit out words.

• You... you didn't like what we did?
• You did motherfucker!

He starts pushing me a little by little  towards the door, continuing with his pushing and talking through his teeth.

• I let you touch my cock once you faggot, and you are always there begging for more!

Says and pushes me again, not that hard, but clearly pushing me towards the door and by this rejecting to talk about last night.

• You will never touch me again faggot! I thought I was being nice by letting you learn more about your body, but I was making a whore.

He is still pushing me through a small space between the wall and the truck.

• Why would you expose me like that in front of my friends!? Touching me under the table? What's that on your cheek faggot? Did Nemanja or Aca slap you, did you try touching them as well?
• No dad, none of them touched me.

I say while going backwards barely holding myself not to fall down to the ground whenever I get another push.

• Lying faggot, cock begger, LEAVE!

I started crying and ran to the house to lock myself in my room for a while. Nobody checked up on me for a while and I was in my room all teared up. What’s wrong with him now? I asked myself so many questions. I thought I won, he literally fucked me so hard last night, but acts like he doesn’t remember it now.

Why would he ask me about Aca and Nemanja, did he see what I did next to the table? Why was he mad about my footjob, when he literally fucked me a few minutes after that?

I must have fallen asleep in tears. When I woke up, I saw a note my mom left me under the door saying that there are pancakes in the oven.

I ate a little, showered and went back to my room. Got ready to go play my game and hang out, so when the lights were off, my brain started spiraling again. I really wasn’t sure about the situation with dad, I thought we were at the beginning of an awesome master slave, incestuous relationship, but he just forbade me from touching him ever again, rejected me hard and pushed me out of the garage….

I slowly caress my left cheek, remembering the slap, thinking my skin was still hot from it. When I think about it now, I really liked the burning feeling of my dads big hand across my soft cheek. Physically it did wonders to my body, sending shocks everywhere like I’m cumming, but mentally, my dad humiliated me so bad. He refused my touch, forbade me from doing it again, and pushed me out, and somehow anything he does, still makes my dicky soooo hard.

I jerked off to the feeling of slap and humiliation I felt at that moment, in a few seconds, I came so hard, shaking my body in the bed. Then I fell asleep fast, barely started the movie.

For a few weeks after that, everything was uneventful, my dad completely ignored me and I had my secondary school graduation exams, so all my concentration went on that. But it stayed a bit on stealing dads dirty underwear and listening to him fucking my mom from across the hall whenever I got the chance, there was no way of pushing me away for real. Since my dad so excited twice, came inside me from both sides, I can make him horny again, I only have got to wait until this frustration and anger he was feeling towards me, passes.

He is so careful while they fuck, she leads, tells him what to do and that must go against his primal instincts. I know all of this because I listened to their fucking from across the hall, many times. Dad is such a dominating figure, he can literally throw me to the ground just by appearing at my doorstep. He held me in the air by my neck, literally a few weeks ago. So my dad needs me, I think to myself, he needs an outlet for that dominating energy. And I can be that for him.

I felt so hopeful in this moments, my dads voice was sounding more and more frustrated, being mastered by my very dominant mom. They were whispering while fucking and I was at the bottom of my door with my ear pressed on the door, collecting information, waiting for my dad to break and come back to me, to be serviced. Really serviced, not like my mom, playing with his authority, bossing him around.

We didn’t have many contacts during this period, and I think my dad avoided me for that matter. All of the time I didn’t already spend studying and stressing and doing tests, I spent fantasizing about my fathers body and his roughness towards me.

I had to catch him drunk, i thought. That’s my only chance really, it is when his armor weakens. Since he is so sharp and quickly gets furious at me when sober, maybe he will be a little softer and let me at least approach, while drunk.

Alchol makes dad let go, relax hisnprinciples and his authority. My beautiful authority and a man I’m obsessed with.

Dad is 180 tall, his shoulders are pretty wide, but so is his chest and it gets a bit slimmer at his gut. His ass is not that fat and is held very tight, even though he let me massage it that one time. His biceps were so fat and hard and his arm so hairy. His hair starts at the lower part of his biceps and forms furry waves across his arm up to his hand and fingers. His hair across his body is curly like at a Turkish daddy, only not as thick as it would stereotypically be on a Turkish man. He is from the Balkans after all.

The hair on his chest was very thick, and connected with a line across his stomach that gets really dark and wide around his belly button.

His feet were pretty hairy and his legs had hair so curly it formed waves across his calf and thighs.

His lower legs and thighs were pretty fat, and his beer belly made my body shiver.

I am quite literally obsessed with this evil old man, I am obsessed with his body I would love to lick his feet and hair all over his body.

A few more days passed and then I heard that dad is finally going to the village to get drunk with his smelly hot older pals. I got so excited, I could jump through the roof, and so excited I would ride my daddy drunk right next to my mom sleeping on the bed. I was imagining any possible scenario of myself connecting with fathers cock.

As the time passed, my fear weakened and my horniness and frustration grew. I was so crazy in my thoughts, constantly getting fucked by dad in different set ups, that I couldn’t wait until the middle of the night when my dad would finally come home to me and hopefully cum inside me too. This was my only chance, he wasn’t drinking for weeks for some reason. Maybe he also learned that when drunk, his moral and principles fall, he starts needing to dominate. At least he did so last time.

I washed my whole body and especially my ass so many times that day. Night finally came and I pretended to go to sleep, but stayed awake and played Sims instead, waiting for my drunk dad to arrive. Heard my mom go to sleep in her room, and by that time I also stopped hearing my brother walk around his room and living room, switching from one TV to the other.

He must have gone to sleep as well.

Two more hours went by, and I finally heard a truck slowly parking in the garage. I watched from my window to the garage window, and dad parked there, turned off the truck lights and a truck I guess, but didn’t get out or turn on the lights inside the garage at all. I sneaked around the yard to the garage door and started listening to the inside. I hear nothing, and slowly press on the door handle to quietly enter. I close the door behind me and look inside the truck. He is not there, I go around the truck, finding the garage empty, and dad nowhere in sight. Where could he be? I didn't hear the door or the yard gate while I was waiting for him. He must have left through the car door while it was closing down. So I left the garage, and went in the house again to check. Tiptoeing around, I looked inside my parents bedroom, finding my mom sleeping face covered and my brother in his room, sleeping with a TV on of course.

Where could dad be?

I leave the house quietly, locking it, and bringing the key with me so he couldn’t enter if he tried to sneak inside. I needed to catch him!

Down the stairs and onto the ground level windows. In one room, my grandparents were sleeping, and my grandpa was snoring so loud I thought the opened window was shaking. Tiptoed to the other window, looking into the guest bedroom. I saw almost nothing at first but then the image started to get clearer and it was dad in the dark, snoring quietly in the bed. He was sleeping on his back, and his whole body and head were covered, leaving only his feet hanging off the bed and outside the covers. I quickly ran to the other side of the house to enter. Grandparents floor  looked identically as ours. The only difference was, that when you go inside, you enter the hall, and upstairs, to your right, you would see my parents room first, and the living room and kitchen next to it, while here, on your right, there is only one long room that is a living room, dinning room and a kitchen in one.

To your left there are two rooms, first one being guest bedroom, where daddy is currently sleeping, and next to it there is my grandparents room. That’s where the hall ends.

I sneak into the guest bedroom. The stench inside was of hard alchohol and my dads smelly feet. Although his feet smelled somewhat different and for the worst I would say. Still I got excited immediately and approached my dad sleeping fully covered. I got close to the feet that were hanging off bed. I start smelling them closely, hardly listening to any changes in dads snoring. His snores were faint since his whole face and body was covered with a colorful quilt.

I was so excited by this awful smell of dads feet, my dicky was rocking my pajamas up hard from inhaling it. The most important thing was that I finally felt safe to touch and smell my daddy again, since he is soooo drunk from the trip to the villages pub with his buddies. I put my tongue out and lick his big hairy toe on both sides, taking it in my mouth sucking on it hungrily. The juices and the sweat hit my tongue and I start fainting off excitement. I open my eyes immediately and feel myself having to piss all of a sudden. I had to piss hard so I ran through the dark into the hall, and then the living room to enter the bathroom that can be entered only through the kitchen since it was next to it. Not connected to the hall.

I pissed, washed my dick and hands, and went out the bathroom. The light behind me was reaching through the whole long room, and on the other end, one that would be considered a living room, my dad was now sleeping.

He was on the corner sofa, with his clothes off and one hand was behind his head, he leaned on it and opened his armpit, while the other one was on his briefs on a half-raised dick of his. He's fast asleep, literally snoring quietly there, I think this is definitely an invitation for me, but I was so confused. I was just sucking on his toe in the guest bedroom, and he is now here all of a sudden pretending to be asleep on the sofa. I approach him and start pushing on his shoulder like waking him up. I pushed a few times and whispered ‘Father, father wake up’.

He did not move. I go across the hall, and enter the other room. I get shocked by seeing feet again, hanging from the bed. Whose toe was I just sucking?

I approach the bed, and uncover the quilt from the persons head. In the dark I see Uncle Aca, sleeping with his mouth open, I put the quilt down on his chest, uncovering only his face. My face gets really red, and my eyes open wide, from the shock and filth I felt. I just figured out why the smell was so intoxicating and different and why it got me soooo excited by only licking on the toe once. It's because it was Uncle Aca, the manliest and hairiest dad I know. I kneel down next to his face, blowing a few breaths into his mouth, nose and eyes, seeing if he is going to wake up. Uncle Aca moves his face a bit, and opens his mouth even more, making his snores a bit louder. I approach his mouth and lick on it a few times. Licked the upper lip, bit on it a little, and licked my way around the opened mouth towards the bottom lip. The taste of his mouth was sour and acidic. I could smell and taste the alchohol and cigarettes on his lips. I get really excited but remember that dad is in the living room also passed out.

• Sorry.

I smile and whisper to my uncles drunk sleeping body then I leave the room.I get so excited by the fact that I didn't even know until that moment , that it wasn't my dad’s toe I was sucking on in the beginning. Imagine if I continued and woke up my uncle. I think he would tell dad and then I would be beaten till the end of my life probably. But then again, he did wink at me drunk a few weeks back.  There was no chance of getting dad ashamed though, if I used him a bit while sleeping, he is just supposed to tell nobody, and no reason to be ashamed. Right?

I go back into the living room, on my toes, approaching the bed and my dad in his underwear sleeping. He is uncovered, only in blue briefs and barefoot. I approach his feet first, massage them briefly, then take a little of his thumb in my mouth. The taste was different from Acas, but the smell I remembered. He was stepping with those feet on my face when he fucked me. He does not react to any of these touches, as if nothing is happening even as I lick and suck his hairy big toe. I thought he was ticklish.

I was already blushing all over and sighing loudly from the smells and tastes I knew and loved. I also loved the fact that dad doesn't respond to my touches because he got so drunk and literally passed out, not even in his room. If he was sleeping any lighter than he was, he would already be up on his feet, either slapping me as a punishment with his hand or as enjoyment with his cock. Remember the last time? Because he apparently doesn’t I got mad in my mind going around his huge body.

I approach, all the while going around the sofa on my knees, to his open arm and armpit. I sniff him slowly, getting closer to him and I fall into a kiss with his sweat and hair with my tongue. No reaction from him, he doesn't move, he enjoys it, breathes deeply, occasionally snores and that's it. The only reaction that naturally happened, was his cock, which now moved to his right side to slowly lift his shorts up, fully erected.

I lick his armpit hair with a lot of care and suck the delicious pungent sweat from them. I slowly approach his chest with my face and begin to suck and occasionally bite the nipple a little. I enjoy licking the hair on his chest and nipples, but this is my last test to see if dad will wake up or if I can pull down his briefs and finally swallow his cock.

I slowly make my way down his chest to his stomach, licking and sucking the hair and sweat along the way and leaving a trail like a snail. I stop on his stomach, at his belly button and slide my tongue inside. My teenage body is currently being torn apart by this crazy fantasy, the stench of sweat and hair licking, and now the taste of the belly button. It is some of the strongest bitterness and sweetness that I have felt in my life. I began to lick and lick more and deeper, drawing out that insane smell and taste, savoring it on my tongue, all the while paying attention to dads head and face and whether he was moving. It seems to me that nothing is happening apart from regular stirring in sleep and occasional frowning and pursing of the lips, chewing, smacking. Dad is obviously in a deep sleep, there's no way I'm going to wake him up after this much drinking.

From the navel I go to his briefs with my tongue, his hand falls by his body and I take another look at his face. Nothing, so I turn back and pull off his underpants down to his knees, they pulled and raised the cock that tightens down and bounces back on my dad's stomach. I glance at his face again, he only frowns from time to time and that's it, he's breathing heavily.

I carefully take the cock with my hand, straighten it up, and run my tongue into his hair above the cock. My tongue is wriggling, occasionally I reach up to remove some hair that I pick up, but I keep coming back for more of the acrid smell and taste of sperm and the hormones of the old man. I slowly remove my hand and with kisses I climb the thickness and length of my dad's cock to the glans, which I lick and take the cockhead with my lips beginning to suck on it.

I have already sucked dick in all kinds of ways, practicing on Nemanja, someone from school or a relative, thinking and thinking, but most of the time I imagined swallowing my dads cock, deep throating it. That's what I tried, since I only sucked on his head once, now completely focusing on kissing dad's dick, I didn't even check his condition, whether he was waking up, the animal took over and I started swallowing and swallowed more and more, until I reached his thick pubic hair with my lips.

Dad's cock was completely slimy at this moment, a little bit of its juices that I suck up, and a lot of my saliva from my mouth and throat as I ram my head onto him. I practiced deepthrating before, not on a cock this size, but I was too eager to lose this chance.

I paused and looked at dad, a little scared because I hadn't checked in a while, dad's arms were now crossed over his bare hairy chest, the head was still exhaling snoring and the unthinkable occurred to me. I'm going to sit on my dad's dick, while he sleeps, the worst that can happen is that he hates me, which is already happening so I have nothing to lose. I need to feel that dick inside me again, I need to be spread by those blue veins even raw this time. I've already prepared a little in my room with my fingers and hand, and dads dick is all slimy, so I undressed completely and slowly climbed onto the sofa, stood over him and started to kneel over his body, legs on the side. He didn't move, his arms were crossed with his fingers on his chest and he was fast asleep, his mouth slightly open.

I took the cock behind me with my hand, straightened it and took aim and moved my ass closer to him. My hole and his dick head kissed and I started to press my butt against it a little. I pressed myself a little, pulled back a little, and so on a couple of times, my dad's cock slowly began to enter me and then to slowly fall out of me. Then I realized that I was okay as soon as the glans came in, and I didn't feel any pain, so I decided to sit all the way on him, slowly of course. My hole slowly began to swallow my dad's cock and I reached the halfway point, where the veins, width and pain started. Slowly but surely, I was in a lot of pain, my dad's cock was almost ripping me apart, and I looked at his frowning face dreaming of sex with who knows which chick, while his son was riding him in his sleep.

Slowly thrusting, I felt my dad's thick cock hair with my cunt and that was the sign that I swallowed my dads cock fully again. I felt the fullest in the world, my insides were pressed beautifully, the tip of dads cock was pressing more and more inside, his cock head felt like it was expanding.

My cock was throbbing, and my father was still asleep, sighing as he lay beneath me. I went up and down again.  Enjoying the waves I’ve missed for months now, running through my whole body, that feeling of fulfillment and enjoyment once again, and not even half of the dick came out and went in again.

Now I was ready to ride him, his cock was going in and out, I was holding on to the seat, standing up and sitting down, not leaning on his body so as not to shake him and to not wake him up. His hairy body was sweating and shining in the moonlight. I lowered my head to smell his armpit on the side of his chest as it sticks out a little.

Crossed arms didn't give me access to his armpits, so I put all my concentration back on swallowing my daddy's cock with my hole, while he rips my insides apart, or so as it feels. He started to take over me again with this shocking feeling of electricity in parts of my body, whenever my dad's head hits my deepest insides. I got the same feeling when my dad was ramming his cock inside me as deep as it goes.

The impact inside of me he has, while hitting my walls and as it happened a couple of times, one of the times his cockhead hit the deepest ends of my boypussy and it made my dick spill out liquid, unprepared sperm, and my whole body starts to convulse. The thrusts go deeper and deeper. His dick seems to be getting wider all of a sudden, and he moans little by little in his sleep while his face is convulsed.

I'm still shaking on my dads cock as I feel his cock begin to pulsate inside me, I feel his cum fill me up, jerk by jerk of my dad's cock, a bunch of cum comes out inside me hitting my walls, burning me a little.

Dad's face stopped grimacing, he stopped moaning and his cock stopped spasming and twitching and spraying inside me. I'm so broken with daddy's dick deep inside me. On his stomach it's liquid from my dick, which he caused by his penetration. He doesn't even know that this happened, he sleeps with his arms crossed and enjoys it. I slowly straighten up so that his dick falls out of me, slapping against his stomach, as I feel empty again. My hole seems like it wants to have a dick inside it forever, it seems hungry, tortured, but still hungry.

I get up, take the sperm that is leaking out of me from my hole with my fist and take it in my mouth. Dad's dick is completely clean, except for a small part on the top that is a little bloody, from some remaining virgin part of me, which has survived the past intrusions I guess. I didn’t get scared or anything, all parts of the sex I knew from the porn and wanted.

I wasn't sure if I should wake my dad up or what to do to tell him what had happened. I was overjoyed and over-proud that he finally fucked me again.

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