Life with Daddy Bear By Always Horny
This story is about an erotic encounter between two consenting adults. The terms "Daddy" and "Son" are meant as indicators of dominant and submissive roles, much like "Bear" and "Cub" would be. The characters are not related.
Note: Readers who have not already read my story series, "Weekend with Daddy Bear" might want to read that series before this one, as this series is a continuation of that story arc.
It had been five weeks since I moved in with daddy. We had both adjusted well to our new relationship.
Daddy had laid out the rules of our daddy/son relationship, many of which were left unsaid, and simply understood by both of us.
Some people might be wondering "wouldn't it be a hassle to have to be a sub all the time, I mean after the initial thrill of it wore off". My answer is not at all! I loved serving Daddy, craved it even. I really, really, liked him and he was so sexy, that pleasing him pleased me. He was handsome, physically large, ( 6"2, 280 lbs.), thickly muscled, with a slight gut. He was also mature, intelligent, kind, respectful, and affectionate. And his cock was as big as the rest of him, as I've said before. He could play the stern Daddy and often did, but in a playful affectionate way. His orders were often accompanied by a kiss or a pat on the ass. He was more father figure than dom top. And he mixed up our play time, keeping it interesting and fun.
I'll give just one example. One day shortly after I moved in, he took my cell phone, added himself as a contact, then he asked me, "What's your lunch hour at work son?"
"12:00 to 1:00 Daddy."
"Is it always the same time?"
"Yes, daddy."
"And is there an exit door at work that you have easy access to? A side door or service door would be best, not the main door."
I said "Yes, Daddy. Because I work in the mail room and copy center, I have a key to a service door to the dumpster area. We have so much excess paper that I often have to dump it in the recycling dumpster.
It's the kind of door that locks behind you after you exited. Nobody uses it but the mail room guys and the copy center guys. It's very out of the way."
"And is it near a street, perhaps a side road?"
I said, "Yes daddy, there is a one way road between our building and the one beside it. You have to get to it by going around the block a certain way, but once you know the trick of it it's very easy to get to.
It's on the same side as the doorway".
"Oh this is good!", he said, giving me a crack on the ass. "Do you go out for lunch, or bag your lunch?"
I said "Sometimes I bring my lunch and sometimes I go out".
"And do you get any other breaks during the day?"
"Yes Daddy, we get fifteen minutes taken at our discretion, most of the smokers go outside. I usually just chill or fiddle with my phone"
Daddy grinned, "Oh this is perfect. From now on you bring your lunch, son, every day! You're going to eat your lunch during that fifteen minute break. From now on you are "on call" indefinitely for "daddy servicing" from 12:00 to 12:50. I won't give you much notice, maybe fifteen minutes, but if you get a text from me that says "service call" you get your ass down to that side street boy! Now give me the street address of your building!
This got me real excited; this was going to make the work day a lot more interesting! You see? It wasn't a chore to bring my lunch because it gave me a chance to please daddy! And he took care of everything!
He planned everything, and spelled it all out for me. I was under his wing!
Daddy forbade me from going into the garage for the next week. What I didn't know was that he was secretly modifying his truck, adding window tinting and a cap for the bed. He cut down a queen sized mattress so it would fit in the bed of the truck. Then he removed the rear window of the cab and enlarged the opening so that we could get into the truck bed from inside the truck.
He kept me on edge for three work days before texting for a service call. I scooted on down to the street, and saw daddy in his newly modified truck. I hopped on in, giving him a quick kiss (I was allowed to hug or kiss him anytime without asking permission first). I looked in the back of the truck. Holy shit!
There was a fucking mattress back there!
Daddy grinned, "Like it son?"
"You know I do!"
"Should we break it in?" (This was another little game of daddy's, asking rhetorical questions. We were breaking it in whether I liked it or not. I guess you know by now that I loved it).
He drove to a secluded spot behind a boarded up abandoned store. He said, "scoot on back there and get your pants off."
He got his big body back there, somehow, and tugged down my undies a little bit. I gasped and let out a low moan when his big entered my tight hole. Daddy proceeded to fuck me "prone bone" style. I always craved his cock, and when he fucked me in this position It felt extra big. I felt as if I would be split in two! I laid there, moaning and gasping, arching my back a little to raise my ass a little, saying "Oh daddy!" "Fuck me daddy", my usual vocalizing, until he said "shh son, someone may call the cops". I was such a slutty, noisy lay!
He continued fucking me until he finally came with a final thrust. He eased his cock out slowly, as he always did. It was an exquisite fuck, but I had a predicament - I explained it to Daddy.
"Thank you daddy, that was awesome, but I don't know if I'm in any shape to go back to work." When he had fucked me prior to this time, I always had time to recover, either snuggling on the couch or falling asleep. I never had to back to work and function!
He said, "Oh. Shit son, I'm sorry! I didn't think about that".
"He thought for a moment, can you go back and say your ill? Stomach problems or something?"
I shook my head no "no daddy the company is very strict about sick days. Don't worry, I'll be fine. Can you help me get my pants back on?"
"Wait son, he said, and grabbed a bunch of tissues. I don't want my cum to leak out of you into your shorts or pants while you're at work".
He wiped much of his goo off, me and had me push out the rest then folded a bunch of tissues and put them in the bottom of my briefs, kind of like a panty liner. He said "check that in a few minutes."
He stopped at a convenience store and got me a bottle of Gatorade, saying "here, drink this".
He then dropped me back off at work.
Later that night, after we had dinner and I sucked hic cock, daddy and I watched Thursday Night Football. It was the Packers vs. the Lions. Daddy proposed a wager.
"Pick a team, Son"
I picked the Lions.
Daddy explained that if my team one he would grant me a special privilege, something I always wanted, but that he was pretending to withhold, such as my desire to "suck daddy awake" in the morning; that is take his soft cock in my mouth while he was still sleeping and suck him to hardness, waking him up, and then continuing until he got off. See he couldn't just "let me" suck his cock without giving me permission first. He could have just granted me that privilege, but instead made it my prize if I won.
If my team lost he would spank the point difference on my ass!
I was tingling, win/win for me!
Packers creamed the Lions 37 to 10 - 27 hard cracks! When the game was over daddy said, "C'mon son, we have some unfinished business".
Spanking was very much a part of our play time, but daddy would always find a way to eroticize it, making it kinky and hot. After a spanking, he would always hold me and rub aloe cream or ice onto my sore ass, then he would add something sexy, such as giving me a prolonged finger fucking, for example.
Down to his play room we went. I was worried that he would pick one of his heavier paddles. He had me strip naked and did so himself also - another rule - spanking time was naked time.
He had me kneel before him and said, "I have something very special for you son, one of my family heirlooms".
He proceeded to take a hair brush out of a cabinet drawer. It was old, with a yellowed varnish on the handle and back.
"Get over my lap son". I was dreading it but not really scared, because I trusted Daddy. He adjusted me on his lap, I was shivering and nervous. He said "ready?", then, without waiting for my reply and without warning, he gave me 27 hard rapid-fire cracks on the ass with the hairbrush. It was over quickly but hurt like hell. I was kicking and squirming. When the hairbrushing was done I was sobbing on daddy's knee.
"There, there, son, shhh. It's OK now it's all over. Daddy's here. Daddy will take care of you" he held me tenderly and brought me over to a bed he had downstairs. He placed me on my belly, and got some ice from the freezer. He applied the cooling ice to my sore ass. Then he did something that surprised me, he kissed me lovingly all down my body, on my neck, my chest my, my stomach, then my cock. He kissed it, took it in his mouth, and began to slowly and expertly suck it. I was instantly hard again.
" Oh daddy!" I exclaimed.
Daddy had gotten me off several times before, but always by hand. He had never sucked my cock before. In fact this was the first head I had gotten in years! It felt incredible! His lips and mouth were so soft, but so strong at the same time.
I had never asked for head from daddy, but he was so giving that he just did it. I was overwhelmed by a wave of affection for him. I soon came really intensely, and shot a pretty big load. He then laid on the bed beside me and kissed me. He opened his mouth and slowly fed me my own cum. It was incredibly erotic. We cum kissed for a long time, then daddy carried me upstairs and put me to bed.
To be continued....
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