SON-IN-LAW--1
My name is George Derekson. I'm a 52-year-old, self-made professional. I've often been described as very distinguished and very refined. I'm 6-0, 170 lbs, light brown skinned, and very well groomed with fine salt and pepper, short cut hair. My wife Anita is a college professor at the local university. We have 2 children, Donita and Gregory, both in their twenties.
My daughter Donita married a man my wife and I didn't approve of. He was of the same ethnicity, thank God--African American--6-1; about 190 lbs with a thick, muscular build; dark brown skin; a mustache and goatee; short twisted dreadlocks; and a street hood mentality--but he was from a lower class background while my wife and I were successful professionals. And we didn't want our daughter marrying someone beneath her who wouldn't be able to take proper care of her and our future grandchildren.
But Donita was strong will and defied our wishes and married him anyway. Needless to say, our relationship with our new son-in-law, Camden, was more than strained. It started at the wedding, and things just seemed to deteriorate from there. It didn't help matters that up until the very moment I walked my daughter down the aisle, I had refused to give my blessing to the marriage. And at the reception, my wife Anita cried during her speech over how we were losing our little girl to "unfortunate circumstances!"
Donita moved out of our 7-bedroom home and into Camden's one-bedroom apartment in the city. We feared for her safety both day and night, but Donita insisted on staying with her man. Camden refused any help Anita and I tried to give, wanting to prove that he could do it all on his own. He had a day job working as a youth counselor for an inner-city organization, while taking night courses at a college for an associate's degree in computer repair.
Two years into their marriage, Donita informed her mother and me that she was expecting their first child. Anita and I couldn't have been happier, that is until Donita followed up by saying that Camden had gotten a job offer working as a computer technician for a Fortune 500 company across the country. Anita and I were devastated. We felt as if this whole ordeal was our fault. Here we had been ragging so hard on Camden to get a real job that we had never stopped to think that that job might be a long way from home.
Anita blamed me, and I blamed her. We loved our daughter, Donita, and didn't want to see her taken so far away. Anita made me promise to do something to intervene. I knew Camden would never accept money, so I had to appeal to his sense on honor and compassion. Unfortunately, Camden saw their getting away from us as a godsend. He said that Anita and I were "busybodies" who were stifling his relationship with his wife with all our "instigating and insinuating." He couldn't wait to move and start a new life with his family across the country.
I begged Camden to reconsider, to realize that Anita's and my interference was done out of love. We just wanted Donita to have the best of everything, we had underestimated the bonds of their love, and I offered him my deepest and sincerest apologies for trying to come between them.
But Camden wasn't feeling in a forgiving mood. He said that "the only way" he would forgive me would be if I got down on my knees and sucked his dick! Camden knew I was totally heterosexual and not at all interested in sucking another man's penis, so he fully expected our conversation to be over as he headed for the door. I'll never forget the surprised look on his face when I asked him "if I suck your dick, will you promise to stay in Philadelphia and raise our grandchild nearby?" I saw a smirk spread cross Camden's face when he realized I was serious.
"I'd damn sure consider it!" he replied, mulling over the inducement, enjoying the taste of having the upper hand.
"Just consider?" I asked, reminded of how high the stakes were.
"That's my best offer, George," said Camden, coldly pressing his advantage.
"When and where?" I sighed, wanting to get it over and done with.
Camden laughed aloud. "This Sunday...when Nita and I come over for dinner," he said smugly.
I swallowed hard, knowing it was simply icing on his cake for him to have me suck his dick with my wife and daughter in the same house. But I had no choice; I had to do what I had to do.
"All right, deal!" I said, holding out my hand to shake.
Camden looked down at my hand as if it were filled with germs, then slowly grasped my hand and shook it dutifully.
Sunday came and Anita was more nervous than I'd ever seen her. She grilled me all week about my previous talk with Camden and what I intended to say to him at dinner? I told her to relax, that we would speak man to man and hash everything out.
Around 5 PM Donita and Camden arrived, as well as my son Gregory and his fiancée Trisha. Donita was only about 12 weeks pregnant by this time and barely showing. She kissed her mother and me hello as Camden parked the car outside. She begged me to be nice and not say too much to him, not wanting me to antagonize him and make matters worse. I promised her that I would be a model father-in-law, and would do everything in my power to help Camden relax. Donita hugged me happily just as her husband walked through the door.
"Hello, folks." he smiled, looking more chipper than usual.
"Hello, Camden." said Anita, trying her best to keep from frowning. "Dinner will be a little late while we wait for Gregory and his new fiancée. Why don't you and George go into the study for a brandy while Donita and I check on dinner?"
"Sure, why not?" smirked Camden, patting Donita in the rump as he headed for the study.
I watched my wife and daughter walk off towards the kitchen while Camden disappeared down the hall. I took a deep breath, downing a half of glass of brandy before following him.
"You know, George," started Camden as soon as I entered the study, "I do realize that you and Anita only want what's best for Donita and want to make sure she got a man with a future!" he continued as I closed and locked the study doors. "Now that I got my own child on the way, I understand why y'all were both so salty against my marrying you daughter. In fact, I even thought about letting you off the hook tonight and saving you from the shame and indignity of having to suck off a man you always considered beneath you. After all, I woulda had some of the same reservations if my own daughter married some man with a mediocre job and living in a studio apartment. What would he have to offer?"
I looked at Camden in shock. Did he truly understand my intentions? Was he really considering letting me out of our agreement?
"But then I thought about what I WAS offering your daughter. Donita never wanted monetary things; all she wanted was love! And that I had for her in abundance. But you and your snotty-ass wife couldn't understand that! All y'all could do was look at me and judge me on what I was worth, not on my potential! If only y'all had taken the time to let me show you how much your daughter meant to me, we coulda had a much better relationship! But because you wanted to be who you are, I'm holding you to your agreement! And just to let you know...I jacked off twice before I left home tonight just to make sure you WORK for your meal!" he said, grabbing his hefty crotch.
I had nothing to say in my defense. Anita and I HAD made his life a living hell for the past two years or so. But now I had to admit that I might have been wrong about Camden: he did, indeed, love our daughter and would make a great provider for her and their children now that he had learned a trade.
I watched Camden sink back into the soft, luxurious leather cushions of my executive office chair as he took a seat behind the imposing oak desk in my study, spread his legs wide, and awaited my approach. I walked over to the wet bar in the corner and poured myself another stiff drink. I knew I was going to need several before I had enough nerve to proceed with my task. Camden wanted some of the Hennessey that my wife had graciously bought especially for him in the hopes of keeping the peace.
I was already well into my third drink when Anita knocked on the door and asked in a stage whisper if everything were okay. I replied that I had everything under control, and kissed her goodbye before closing the door and locking it once again. Camden just looked at me with a smirk and cocksure smile curling up the edge of his lips as I felt the effects of the alcohol starting to calm my nerves.
"Are you ready, George?" he asked, opening his legs wider in my seat. I sat my glass down and slowly walked over to him. "You have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this moment," he said, gloating, as I knelt down on the hardwood floor in front of him. Camden unfolded his hands from across his stomach and laced his fingers behind his head, signaling to me that it was MY job to free his enclosed dick.
I reached up and began unfastening his belt and pants, pulling open his trousers as his brightly colored, cotton boxers came into view. His dick was still limp as he, too, was straight and not naturally attracted to men.
"I want you to know that I'm ONLY doing this because I love my daughter, and don't want to see her and my grandbaby taken clear across the country!" I noted, feeling it necessary to voice that tidbit of information before continuing.
"I know George," said Camden, looking down at me boastfully.
I reached into his boxers and pulled out his soft, dark dick. It took me a moment to take in the fact that I now had in my hands the very same dick that was fucking my daughter and that had created my unborn grandbaby. I took a deep breath, then, leaned forward, and took it into my mouth.
Right off the bat, I was surprised at how clean his dick tasted and smelled. I had fully expected him to present it to me funky and unwashed. I was able to get most of his soft, meaty manhood into my mouth while still flaccid, but I could feel it immediately beginning to throb, thicken, and swell between my lips as I started to suckle the tumescent shaft.
Camden merely watched bemused as I--his own father-in-law--knelt between his spread legs and sucked his dick like a common, two-bit whore. Now HE was in the big chair, looking down on me as beneath HIM. I couldn't look up at him knowing he was gleefully sneering down at me in triumph. It was bad enough that I was being forced to belittle myself by sucking his dick. I surely didn't need to see his condescending eyes to know he was soaking in the irony.
Camden had told me he'd jerked off at home before coming over for dinner, wanting to ensure I'd be on my knees before him for a while so I knew I'd be sucking his dick for some time as I bobbed my head up and down in his lap. Camden's dick grew to a thick, 8 and 1/2 dark chocolate inches, filling my mouth completely. I heard him wince once or twice before warning me to watch my teeth. I wondered how Donita managed to suck his dick, then IMMEDIATELY kicked that thought out of my head, not wanting to think of my daughter in such a position.
Having gotten blowjobs all of my adult life, I felt I had the basic concept down. I never understood why my wife always acted like sucking dick was such a chore. I ate her pussy every chance I got, loving the taste of her womanly parts, yet she always acted as if sucking me were one of the nastiest things in the world. Kneeling here sucking Camden's dick made me realize that Anita had been getting away with murder. Sucking dick wasn't so bad, after all she'd been sucking on something outside the body as opposed to licking inside some orifice. In fact, sucking Camden's dick reminded me of sucking the giant fudgecicles my mother used to buy us every summer as a boy. I sucked and slurped my way up and down his shaft, taking as much into my mouth as possible before gagging. Camden seemed to be enjoying it if his hard dick was any indication. I couldn't get over how soft and smooth his dick felt in my mouth. It was like having some living, breathing organic creature in my mouth: it had a pulse, a heart beat, and a essence of its own that surpassed being a mere penis. I'm not sure how long I had been down on my knees sucking my son-in-law's dick, when I heard him suddenly ask, "you're really getting into this, ain't you, George?"
"Huh?" I asked, lifting my head up off of his dick for the first time since taking it in my mouth.
"You were sucking my dick like you were starting to get into it!" repeated Camden, looking down at me past his giant manhood.
"Don't...don't be silly, Camden...I'm just--I'm just trying to get the job done is all!" I stated, staring up into his eyes past his beefy dark stick shiny with my spit. His dick was standing up straight through the slit in his boxers, the dark shaft commanding I get back to work as it slowly leaned to the side.
"Yeah, whatever!" said Camden, not buying it. "Whatever you were doing was feeling really good. So why don't you stop flapping your gums and start working that mouth?" he demanded.
I looked up at him angrily and held his eyes for a minute before I bowed my head forward and took his dick into my mouth again, silently cursing him in my mind. I could feel Camden's eyes staring down at me, intently watching my every movement as I sucked him as best I could. His dick was definitely a mouthful; I had to really stretch my lips in order to fit around his girth while still trying to cover my teeth at the same time. Camden eventually grew impatient as he reached down and cupped the top of my head with one of his big hands, palming my noggin like a basketball. I could feel him applying added force as he pressed my head down, forcing me to take more of his dick down my facehole.
I allowed him to take control for a while, setting up a faster pace as I sped my lips along his shiny shaft. But once I felt him trying to force it into my throat, I had to intervene and push his hand away while backing off of his thick, meaty manhood.
"Now wait a minute--" I protested, wiping some spittle from my bottom lip with the back of my hand.
"If you expect me to get off, you gonna have to do better, or we gonna be here all day!" insisted Camden. "It's only a matter of time before the women start to wonder what's going on in here!"
"We wouldn't be having this problem if you hadn't jerked off twice before you got here!" I said.
"No! We wouldn't be having this problem if YOU and YOUR WIFE treated me a little more like a human being!" yelled Camden, shutting me up once again.
Not wanting to prolong things any further, I bent forward and took his meat into my mouth again.
Camden settled back into his seat as he watched me eat his dick. I couldn't believe a man of my stature was kneeling before such a lowlife. But then again, it was that kind of thinking that had gotten me into this mess in the first place.
As time slowly inched by, I could feel my mouth molding to the contours of Camden's shaft as it sled in and out more easily. His shaft was all slick with a generous supply of my saliva as my lips easily ran up and down the smooth edges.
I felt my son-in-law's dick jump for the first time, indicating that I was doing a good job. I intensified my efforts as I tightened my lips and increased the suction. Camden's dick jumped more, the harder I worked it.
"Suck my balls...!" I heard him say, interrupting my progress to a speedy conclusion.
Reluctantly, I removed his dick from my mouth and licked my way down his shaft toward his scrotum. Camden stood up, shoving his pants and underwear down around his ankles before retaking his seat on the edge of my throne.
I watched him spread his dark legs, offering up his family jewels. I leaned in and licked the hairy sack, experiencing a slightly different taste than from his dick. His balls smelled more musky as I reached down and held them in my hand as delicately as a surgeon would a new heart. I licked each nut carefully before taking one into my mouth. Camden closed his eyes as I gently swirled one around in my mouth as if washing it with my tongue on the gentle cycle. Camden seemed to appreciate my technique as I switched off and sucked the other one. If he was going to stay married to my daughter, I didn't want to chance ruining his babymakers by being too rough.
Camden laid his head back as I worked over each nut, giving them both thorough saliva baths before licking my way back up his towering shaft. When I got to the head I saw an amazing sight. A pearly drop of semen glistened at the tip, the same seed which had swum up my daughter to create my new grandbaby. I licked the drop away, tasting his semen for the first time. I was surprised at how flavorful it was, tantalizing my tongue like the sweet dew from a just ripe melon.
I took Camden's dickhead back between my lips and attacked it with gusto. Camden groaned, showing his first signs of weakness as I quickly ran my mouth up and down his shaft. I was starting to really get into the job as I became determined to not only keep my daughter and grandchildren close to home, but to get my son-in-law off with a roaring orgasm. As a man who always strived to be the best, this was nothing but another challenge to conquered, another opportunity for me to show myself to be the best I could be!
"Shit, George...you must REALLY want Donita and me to stay in Philly!" he said, watching me bob frantically on his dick.
I ignored everything he was saying as I concentrated on the main goal. Now, I was taking half of Camden's dick into my mouth on each stroke, using a smooth action, and his dick was really beginning to jump in my mouth, getting more and more violent with each thrust. Soon I felt his hands grip the back of my head as he forced me to suck deeper. I could feel my son-in-law's dick banging into the start of my throat, causing me to gag repeatedly. Each thrust made his dick head penetrate my throat muscles and my body would violently lurch in response. Camden ignored my choking sounds as he thrust up into me. I knew he was getting close so I didn't fight it when he stood up and really started to fuck my face. Thick gobs of spit escaped the corners of my stretched mouth, roping down onto my shirt like ribbons of fresh shooting sperm. I ignored my growing embarrassment as I tried to keep up with his demands. I felt his dick grow rock hard, swelling like a bloated sausage before I heard him choke down a muffled scream. Suddenly, I felt the warm, salty gush of his semen flood my mouth, filling my oral cavity as it shot directly into the back of my throat. I gagged on the cumload as some started to escape down my throat. Camden's dick pulsed and pumped like a sore thumb as it spit out 8 heavy streams of thick, potent seed. I could feel his fingers tightening around my head as he held me steady, unloading the sum of 2 years' worth or torture and frustration in my mouth.
I looked up at him, watching his stomach and chest heave as he huffed and puffed as if he'd just finished running a race. I knelt there until I felt his dick stop twitching and his fingers slowly loosen their grip on my scalp.
Camden looked down at me as his breathing began to return to normal. Our eyes met as he slowly removed his softening dick from my mouth. "Swallow it!" he ordered once his dickhead popped free. I hesitated for a moment, holding his sperm in captive in my mouth. Slowly I swallowed, feeling the warm mass slither smoothly down my throat like a raw oyster. I gulped again, making sure I got it all before tilting my head backwards and sticking my tongue out to show I had eaten it all.
"Good boy!" he said, patting me against my facial cheek. "Since you did such a good job of redeeming yourself, I think I just might reconsider taking that position cross country, and see what I can find here on the east coast!" I couldn't help but smile, grateful and comforted that the high price I had paid by sacrificing my manhood had been worth it.
Realizing I hadn't gotten the full jist of what he had said, he clarified. "I didn't say I would stay in PHILADELPHIA," he corrected. "If you want me and Donita to stay in Philly, you're gonna have to be nice to me like this a lot more often. You see, my wife's pregnant, and may not be able to perform her wifely duties for almost a year. That's where YOU come in, George! I figure since you enjoyed sucking my pipe so much, you might as well keep doing it throughout Donita's pregnancy and until the baby's born and she's able to give her husband everything a woman's supposed to again! How's that sound to ya?" he asked, preening because now he had me exactly where he wanted me--at the mercy of his beck and call. I have to admit it was like getting sucker punched right in the stomach when I wasn't looking and having all the wind knocked out of me.
"And before you try to deny how much you liked sucking my dick, George, I suggest you reach down and take care of that woodie you got poking out the front of your linen trousers. Wouldn't want Wifie to see you sporting such a big boner after out little talk in the study now, would you?" he asked, reaching down and pulling his pants up, leaving me on my kness on the floor of the study with an aching hardon, a spit-soaked silk shirt, and cum on my breath!
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