My father-in-law, Frank, mistook me for somebody he could just boss around and keep in check, but he didn’t realize that I’m actually a well seasoned mistress mastering in the erotic art of cock control. I guess he thought I was like his milksop wife, completely worthless and only good for feeding and fucking. Boy, did he have another thing coming.
Last night he stopped by unexpectedly and thought his big, dumb ass could waltz in and order me around like I had some sort of duty to appease him. He told me to make him some dinner and put on something sexier to please his hungry eyes and enormous stomach. I threw some leftover spaghetti into the microwave and excused myself to change into something more suitable for the plan I was concocting.
When I returned, my red and black mistress getup made the noodles fall right out of Frank’s fat mouth. I walked around the table and toward my speechless pop as the fork trembled in his hand. Before I even made it to him, his eyes rolled back and his stupid head fell and hit the table with a loud thud. I knew I had to incapacitate him to get him down to my dungeon so I drugged his dinner. No one ever expects their marinara to be roofied!
I tried to drag him downstairs myself but he’s just too fucking fat for me to move on my own, so I had to wait for my husband to get home for a little help. He understood the situation completely and was happy to help me teach his dad a much needed lesson in humility. Plus, he loves it when I rule over his rod and put it through my raunchy ringer, this gave him the chance to show his fat ass father what type of man he really is.
When Frank came to, he was obviously shocked to see that he was shackled to an inverted table with his little bird nest of a cock and balls in a cage strung up to an intricate pulley system. I was in front of him whipping his son, his balls anchored to the ground and his cock attached to the same pulley system as his pop’s. Every wiggle, every flinch or wence, every inch of movement my hot hubby made transferred over and pulled on Frank’s private parts over and over again. If I wanted more tugging, I flogged more or tickled hard.
I got down on my knees in front of my guy and sucked his handsome hog making his writhing and hip swivels jiggled Frank’s junk just right. When I got my husband to fill my mouth with his silky smooth cum, my father-in-law busted his gross nut and spewed splooge all out of his cage. I took my mouthful of his son’s spunk, positioned myself over his sweaty head and slowly let it drip out of my lips and drizzle down onto his potato of a face. After spitting every last drop of semen filled saliva and expelling every single one of his son’s little spermys all over him, I scooped up Frank’s jizz and jammed it into his mouth. He didn’t take it willingly, but he still fucking took it.
Now Frank knows exactly what I’m all about. Any more lip from him will land his cock right back in that cage. That probably won’t stop him from telling me to change my clothes, though.
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