Family Debt

By slut

Published on Jul 21, 2006

Bisexual

Tom's View.

He watched, smiling, as his son-in-law stick out his tongue and run it tentatively around the head of the soiled dildo. Tom's life had held very little excitement to this point, and he had expected it to go on that way till he died. When Samantha had brought the evidence to him of John's stealing from him, his reaction had been a natural anger. It had been Samantha who had talked him this course of action rather than instantly calling in the law, portraying it as an even sweeter revenge for the betrayal. And that was what he had wanted - revenge. Now, though, things had changed. He wanted this, he wanted the power. And never before in his entire life had he felt so alive.

"Clean it thoroughly," he ordered. "You don't want it going in your daughter's cunt after it's been up your arse without a thorough clean, do you?"

John closed his mouth over the dildo, sucking on it, and then resumed with his tongue with even greater energy.

Tom laughed. "Good boy," he said.

He removed the cleansed dildo and threw it onto the sofa. Leaning down he looked into John's face. "Dawn and Steve think they've got it every which way right now," he said softly. "But that's going to change. I'm going to fuck your whole family, John. Then my friends are going to fuck them, and then their friends are going to fuck them. By the time I'm finished anybody who wants to will get the chance to fuck them and use them. Every debased act that can be imagined is going to be practiced on you and your family. You're going to be brought down so low, you'll have to reach up to tie your shoelaces."

He straightened up. "Get the bra and panties off," he said. "Then kneel on the floor."

John stripped of the panties, and then unhooked the bra. He laid them aside and got down on his knees.

"Open your mouth," Tom ordered.

Tom took out his cock, noticing how hard John's was. It looked like he wasn't the only one enjoying all this. He stood in front of the naked kneeling man and held his own limp cock at the ready and pointing at John's open mouth. John realised what he intended only an instant before the stream of hot piss hit him square in the mouth. He choked on it, and Tom shifted his aim to soak his face and hair. Then down his chest, the last of it finishing off around his erect cock and balls. Her stepped forward, still holding his cock.

"Lick it clean, bitch," he said.

He smiled as he felt the tip of John's tongue cleaning the head of his cock. In time, he thought, the little slut was going to learn to like the taste of piss.

"Now get yourself cleaned up, you filthy whore," he snapped. "Then come back here. I'll be sleeping on the sofa, you on the floor beside me. I expect to be woken at six, with a hot cup of tea in your hand and my cock in your mouth."

He sat back on the sofa as a bedraggled John left the room. He picked up the recently discarded panties and brought them to his nose. He could smell John on them, but beneath that Dawn as well.

Next: Chapter 9


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