Getting into trouble with Mr Thompson

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Getting into trouble with Mr Thompson.

I knew I was in trouble when I woke up. Mr Thompson was standing by the bed, his daughter's bed, his unmarried college age daughter. "I'm fucked" was all I could think.

The previous evening, Karen and I had a date, dinner and a movie. We spent several minutes of heavy petting before she had to get home for curfew. I needed to get off and practically begged he to let me fuck her. She finally caved in and told me to come around the back of the house after dropping her off, she'd sneak me up the back stairs. Since her parents' bedroom was on the ground floor they would never know and I'd leave the same way I came in.

But after we'd screwed once, she was wanting it again. I was worn out, we laid there for a little while cuddling and both drifted off to sleep.

"Sir" I croaked out. "We we're just sleeping" which was a bald-faced lie since he could see I was shirtless. What he couldn't see was that I was naked under the covers.

"Get up" he growled.

Somehow Karen was sleeping through all this. I tried to get out from under the covers while still naked, looking for my jeans or underwear that weren't on this side of the bed.

"Come with me" Mr T ordered. I got up quickly and followed him down the hall to the room he used for his office. I was still naked except for the T-shirt I grabbed as I was leaving Karen's room. I held it over my junk as Mr T shut the door to his office and moved to sit on the edge of his desk. His groin was thrust out towards me as I stood with my head down and feeling very exposed.

"Drop the shirt" he barked at me. Reflexively I dropped it and then cupped my hands around my dick. "What were you doing in my daughters' bed?" it came out like a growl, like an angry bear protecting his cub. I didn't answer. What was I supposed to say? That we'd stayed up late and fucked a couple times before falling asleep? I don't think honesty was going to work in the situation.

"Did you fuck my daughter?" I was surprised at the language and could only respond with a meek "Yes sir", my head hanging low.

"Did you like it?" My head came up at that question and noticed Mr T had a broad grin on his face now. I hesitated, maybe honesty was the right path and responded with a firmer "Yes sir". He nodded almost as if in appreciation of my sharing this intimate information, or maybe because I called him sir.

"How many times have you fucked her?" I'm not sure where the line of questioning was coming from but admitted we'd fuck a few times.

"Do you think she was a virgin when you fucked her the first time?" Mr T asked in a quieter voice.

"I don't think I was her first" I replied, knowing a few of the guys that had previously gone out with her.

"Was she your first?" Mr T asked me. Again, I wasn't sure what this was all about, but I was standing naked in front of the man whose daughter I'd fucked a little while earlier, not sure I had much cause to complain. "No, I've fucked a few girls before."

Mr T seemed to take in all this information in as I looked at him. I noticed he didn't seem to be mad, just interested. I relaxed a little, but noticed his gaze kept sweeping up and down my body. I was no slouch, been active in sports since I was little, and now I stayed in shape running cross country and playing on the golf team. I was wondering why Mr T was looking me over and I let my hands fall away from my junk. I'm not huge, but it's a nice-looking piece, if I do say so myself.

His eyes settled on my cock for a little bit before they came up to my face again and it was my turn to take a good look at him. He was a good-looking man in his early 50's, strong jaw with dark stubble that threatened a 5 o'clock shadow by noon. Deep blue eyes that looked good with his dark hair. My eyes passed down over his chest, which was broad and firm, to his stomach that protruded a little, maybe a little too much beer, but looked good on him. Then my eyes noticed the lump in his slacks, he must have a good 6 hard inches pushing down the left side.

I'm not sure what was happening, but my cock started to chub up. Getting a little firmer as he gazed at it. "Have you washed since you fucked my daughter?" He quietly asked. "No" was my reply. I was stunned at the next move as he dropped to his knees, looked me in the eyes as he stuck his nose into my crotch, taking a deep whiff of my musky smell. I'm sure he was getting some of his daughter's pussy juice aroma mixed in. My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt his tongue start to lap up and down the sides of my now stiff prick.

"Fuck" I groaned out "Like that Mr T?" as I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in tight. He was licking all over my cock and I put pressure on his head to move him to my balls. God, it felt so good. He wasn't tentative like his daughter, more aggressive and really got in there taking one ball into his mouth before moving on to the next. "Damn" I moaned out at the tongue bath he was giving me.

My cock was now drooling at a steady stream of pre-cum, leaving a trail along his cheek before he finally moved up the length of my shaft and took the head into his mouth. "Fucking A Mr T!" I almost screamed out as he now attacked my rock-hard prick with a passion I've never seen before. I could feel his tongue all over my tool as his mouth made repeated trips up and down my cock. God I was loving this, so different than the blowjobs I've gotten from any girl.

Mr T seemed to be possessed as he sucked and slobbered all over my veiny prick. I loved watching it go in and out of his mouth. Occasionally he'd take me to the root and just hold there, letting his throat massage me. I was letting out small moans and groans as I knew my orgasm was going to come soon. Mr T used one hand to cup and massage my balls and I'm sure he could tell I was getting close.

As I watched my cock disappear and reappear from his mouth, we made eye contact, and I knew what he wanted. He wanted my load. "Fuck Mr T, I'm going to feed you a big load any second now." I said as we looked into each other's eyes. I could see the passion and desire for this wonton act, and I wanted to see him swallow all of my seed.

A couple more trips up and down and my load started to explode from my dick. "Fuck... I'm cumming... fucking hell... DAMN, ARGH... AH..." I exclaimed as spurt after spurt of my hot juice erupted into his throat and mouth. His eyes were a little watery from the whole scene, but he swallowed and swallowed and moaned as he took every drop of my load.

I almost collapsed as the final trickle of cum left my piss slit. I grabbed ahold of his shoulders to stabilize myself as Mr T took his hand to squeeze out the last few drops, lewdly putting them on his outstretched tongue as I continued to watch. I don't know what took over me, but I grabbed him under the arms and pulled him up, looking him straight in the eye now, and kissed him. He had a look of surprise as I pushed my tongue into his mouth and tasted my own spunk. I've tasted my load before, but never out of someone's mouth. Fuck this was so fucking intense!

As we made out for a minute or two, I could feel his hard prick in his slacks pushing against my groin. My wet, slightly softer prick was probably leaving a messy trail all over his pants. I broke free from his kiss and a little moan escaped his lips, a little disappointed in what he thought might be the end. But I wasn't done yet. I reached down and grabbed his hard cock and massaged it, he looked surprised and let a low "oh fuck" as I manhandled him.

I knew he wouldn't last long and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing them down quickly. I grabbed his underwear, pulling them down and under his balls, and started to stroke his turgid member. I'd never held another cock in my hand, it was familiar, but so different than when I stroke myself off. Mr T's eyes rolled back in his head and moaned out a quiet "fuck, fuck, fuck" as he neared his own orgasm. I'm not sure why I did it but I dropped to my knees and aimed his prick at my chest. That did if for him and he let out a low growl and then I felt his cock expand and the piss slit send out the first load that hit me on the chin, the second hit my neck and the next several spurts coated my chest. Being coated in the warm fluid felt amazing with the last few spurts being waterier and they ran down my chest toward my stomach. The first bigger shots still clung to my chin and neck, and I took my fingers and wiped it through the juice on my chin, moving some towards my mouth. Mr T watched me intently as I tasted his load from my fingers. "Not bad."

We both broke into a big grin as he helped me stand. We stood looking at each other when he bent forward and licked up some of his load off my chin before we met in another passionate kiss.

I hung out in Mr T's office for a little while, still naked, as he went to gather my clothes from his daughter's room. He came back in a few minutes and explained that he told her he was having a word with me and she shouldn't be late for her first class or he'd be even angrier with her. We chatted about nothing in particular and eventually we heard Karen say from outside the door, saying "Bye Daddy" he replied in a gruff voice "I'll deal with you when you get home tonight" as he winked and smiled me. I heard her say a little more softly "Don't be hard on Mark, Daddy" then we heard her footsteps go down the stairs.

Mr T and I spent the afternoon getting very well acquainted with each other.