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This is an original piece of fiction.
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This story contains raunchy, nasty sex involving incest, piss and scat. If you are not interested in these subjects, you might want to keep away.
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Sam Nifty
THE SERVICE APARTMENT - DAD'S VISIT
I park my can walk in the underground parking lot of the one of best service apartments in Toronto. I walk towards the entrance, which takes me to the main lobby, when I see 2 hunks walks towards the service entrance. I forget about the plush lobby and follow them towards the service entrance.
"Sir, this is for the service staff. You might prefer to use our guest entrance."
"Am I forbidden from using this entrance?" I ask.
"Not at all, Sir," says the dark man, with a deep voice. He is bigger than me and also more hairy
"Can you show me to the elevator."
"Sure, we are headed that way too."
We enter the elevator. It can barely accommodate 4 people. I end up at the back. It is particularly cramped since both the men are carrying small cartons in both their hands.
"The top floor."
"Certainly, Sir."
"Isn't this too cramped to be a service elevator?" I ask, surprised.
The man turns to face me. The other man, who has not spoken a word so far, continues facing the door.
"This for efficiency Sir, to carry only a small number of people. There are larger elevators to carry stuff, even large equipment... we have four of them," he smiles politely.
I hold my brief case in front of me in a way that my hand is barely a couple of inches away from his crotch. He adjusts himself and he gets even closer and that embolden me to reach out and start rubbing his crotch.
"Oh my shoe lace has come undone," he says, looking at me straight in the eye, at the same time displaying helplessness because he has stuff in his hands.
"Not to worry," I say and I do something that is totally inappropriate.
I go down on my haunches and tie his shoelaces.
"Oh you don't have to, Sir."
I rub my face against his crotch and he reciprocates by rubbing his crotch back, rather aggressively.
Ding, goes the elevator speaker. The elevator doors open and the men get off.
"Good day Sir," he says politely. "Hope you enjoy yourself."
All through my interaction with him, he has been polite, yet his face has been absolutely impassive.
I carry on to the top floor, to probably the best 2-bedroom apartment on this property - with spectacular views of the Bay.
I have a meeting with Dad, that is what I call my father-in-law, or perhaps I should say, my ex-father-in-law. He is down on business for a couple of days. He is visiting from New York, and though I have a huge house, he never stays with me and my family. He heads a law firm, which he founded more than a decade ago, and today Cockram & Ryder is amongst the top law firms. I have been put in charge of his Toronto office, something that has not gone down too well with his other sons-in-law, who have begun despise me. They have not been absorbed in the business, and here I was, heading the operations of an important branch, even after divorcing his daughter.
It is quite unique that though I am divorced, I continue to share a great relationship with my father-in-law, in fact far stronger than what he has with his own daughter, Felicia. He has supported me in all the divorce settlements, which has ensured that I get to retain the huge house with pool on Highland Avenue, and the custody of my son. Of course he has bought her a house, relatively modest and the neighborhood is not as cool either.
I still share a cordial relationship with my ex though. She is forced to, though given half a chance, she would happily slit my throat. She is apparently meant to join us later for lunch, which I can safely presume is in the hope of extracting some money from her old man.
I am Ron Ross, 42 years old with a 17-year-old son. I have always been health conscious, and my daily routine includes at least an hour at the gym and 3 to 4 times a week at the pool. I am 5ft 10in and have a chiseled body - muscular and broad chested, which is mildly hairy. I wear a beard, well trimmed. I shave my head, since I have lost a lot of hair in the last few years but the look I am told suits me perfectly, and with my impeccable taste in clothing I look very corporate, very dapper. Sorry for not being particularly modest.
Dad, Curt Cockram, is 66 years old. A few inches over 6 feet. He is what one would call a big bear, with huge biceps and triceps and legs like tree trunks. He has broad shoulders and chest, with massive nipples, which are delicious to suck. He also has a bit of a paunch, which looks really hot on him. He has a thick bushy mustache and matching eyebrows. He is very hairy, even his back is covered in furr, most of it grey, some of it white. At 66, he is an irresistibly hot polar bear. He generally wears a plaid shirt, with a linen jacket thrown over. The top buttons of his shirt invariably open, tantalizingly revealing his broad, hairy chest with those huge nipples.
On this trip he is accompanied by my 16-year-old nephew, his grandson, Felix. Felix is kind of sweet, but I don't want to spend time describing him, because he does not matter as far as I am concerned. Kids don't matter to me, except my 17-year-old son, Ed, who I absolutely dote over.
The last couple of times, Dad was accompanied by his chauffeur - a middle-eastern man, who had been with Dad as far back as I can remember. He is always gruff and nasty with everyone, but with Dad, he is the epitome of servitude. I don't know what his real name is, but Dad called him Zarba. I am supposed to call him, Sir or Zarba-Sir. To my Good morning or Hello Sir, he invariably greets me with "on your knees Cunt." That is followed by whatever he is in a mood for... a lick or suck or simply sniff at his huge cock. I'd presumed Zarba was a variation of Zorba, a Greek name, but had recently learnt that zarba was in fact Arabic for shit. You might think this is a strange name for an Arabic hunk you are so fond of. Dad is often a nasty, arrogant man, who treats people like shit, but I have never seen him raise his voice or speak to Zarba rudely. In fact their exchanges are like those of lovers- instructions are always whispered in his ears and often only through nods or exchange of glances. But once you know Dad's likes and dislikes, you will realize that as far as they are concerned, the name couldn't be anything but a term of endearment.
Dad has informed me that Zarba would not be accompanying him this time.
I knock on the door of the apartment a couple of times before Felix, all bleary, opens it eyed, and in his jock strap. Dad expects me at 9 am, but I have reached 45 minutes early because I want to work on my nephew for a while, before Dad summons me.
I give him a hug, a warm one that an uncle is expected to give his nephew, but even before I could enter the apartment, Felix has started stroking my cock and licking his lips.
"On your knees." I order, seeing my nephew's perverse tendencies and impatience. Felix is promptly on his knees, nuzzling at my crotch, unzipping me and putting his hand inside my fly, with me still at the threshold and the door ajar. I am a little nervous, but I get an adrenalin rush at the prospect of someone walking by in the corridor and catching us in the act. And soon my worst fears come true.
"Good morning Sir," a deep male voice says. I recognize the voice. It is the hot guy from the elevator.
"Good morning," I reply, nonchalantly carrying on with our activity.
"If you need any help you can call for me Sir. I'm Ali." The man pinches my butt, and then I hear his footsteps recede. I almost scream from the pain.
Instead I yell after him. "Thank you Ali. In fact there is something that I need."
Ali retraces his steps and I try to think of what I should ask him for. I turn my body slightly towards him, so that he can get a proper view of my nephew eating my cock hungrily. He comes and stands very close to me, my hand barely a couple of inches from his crotch. I let my hand feel the hardness in his trousers. He pushes his crotch even closer towards me.
"I have come to meet my father-in-law and my hungry nephew," I smile and look at Felix and stroke his head with affection. "But I have forgotten to carry my cellphone charger. Would the concierge have one handy?"
"Sure Sir."
I know that is a lame request. There is likely to be at least one charger in the apartment, if not two.
He keeps eyeing Felix sucking my cock, but with an absolutely straight face, and soon he is stroking my ass. Felix is totally focused on the job of sucking my cock. I unzip Ali's trousers and stroke his cock. I pull my cock out of Felix's mouth and push his head towards Ali's crotch. Felix begins to slurp at Ali's dark cock. It is bigger than mine - longer and much thicker, so obviously he is enjoying it more.
Just then Ali's pager begins to beep.
"Anything else that you might want, Sir?" he asks, holding Felix's head and giving it the last few jabs with his cock, which have the boy choking and spluttering for air.
"That should be all... for now," I laugh, amused by his abuse of the boy.
"I will get you the charger Sir. Would you want it right away, or do I wait for you to call me?"
"I will call for it, Ali. I will be busy with my father-in-law," I wink at him. "I suppose you have met him already."
"Yes Sir, I've met Mr.Cockram the last time he was here. A generous man Sir, he is liked by all of us. I have always been happy to service his needs."
"Yes, Dad has some very special needs, and he is, I am sure, very happy to have you take care of them." I give his crotch a meaningful squeeze.
Ali zips up, hand me his calling card and leaves. Ali Husseini, it says. I pocket the card.
I turn my attention to the boy.
"You wear a jock strap to bed?" I ask as we move inside.
"That's what Granddad likes me to wear. In fact that's what he likes me to wear all the time that I am indoors," he grins. "It allows him to grab my ass whenever he wants."
I run my hand over Felix's smooth butt, pinch it hard, and shove a couple of fingers up his shitter. It is wet with cum.
"Who is that so early in the morning?" I ask.
Felix smiles and after a pause "That's Ed doing the morning shift."
Earlier that morning when I was in the shower, I had heard the car of my son, Ed come up the driveway. He had left a couple of hours earlier and I had presumed he was out for a swim. Now I know better. I pull my fingers out and smell them. I lick my son's cum off the fingers. The fingers have cum and ass juices. I shove my fingers up his hole once again, this time four of them. The boy mourns in pleasure and then farts. I knew my fingers would have more than just cum on them. I push them further inside. Holding Felix by his hair I shove my dirty fingers into his mouth.
"Suck them clean, Cunt," I order.
Felix licks my fingers, like a child would lick a lollypop - making slurping sounds - enjoying the cum from my son's cock mixed with his own shit.
I unzip and begin to fuck his ass.
"BOY! My tea." The old man yells from the bedroom.
I pull out my cock, now dirty and while Felix rushes to make Dad's tea, I go to the bathroom. I wipe my cock with my fingers. I smell my fingers and then lick a bit before I wash it off. I zip up, straighten my shirt and hair, and am ready to meet the grand old man. I walk into the bedroom with the tea tray.
Dad is in bed his eyes shut; he is still not fully awake. The sheet barely covers his hairy, naked body. I pause to take in the sight of his heavy pectorals and muscular belly. I am transfixed. Beautiful, I whisper to myself. He turns over and lies on his stomach, displaying his hairy, muscular ass... completely exposed for me to touch, feel and kiss. I place the tray on the side table, just when he farts. The nasty smell of Dad's farts which I find deliciously heady, trigger off a strong sexual stimulus, has me trembling with desire and I have no control over my twisted memories and kinky actions. I can't hold myself back, I dive onto the bed and shove my face between his cheeks and begin licking his still dilated, smelly asshole. I shove my tongue as deep inside as I can and he lets out another fart, a wet juicy one this time, directly into my mouth. He mourns with pleasure and so do I.
"Suck the hole boy... Eat out of your Daddy's hole... Clean his shithole... Lick his dirty shitter." He keeps repeating under his breath. Furiously I work on the dingleberries and the crust.
After a while, he turns over and says, "Drink."
I immediately take his 6-inch flaccid cock into my mouth and he lets out a stream of warm piss. It feels nice and wholesome, the morning piss - foul smelling, with a strong, bitter taste - but I love it. I love Daddy pissing in my mouth. A bit begins to trickle out of the corners of my mouth.
He hits me on the head with his knuckles. "Not a drop to be spilled, Shitface," he says.
I begin to swallow faster. I am nearly choking but I don't care. Neither does he. The flow stops finally, but he lets his cock remain in my mouth for sometime.
"You love my piss don't you, Pig?" he says.
I nod, his cock still in my mouth.
He guffaws. "For that matter you like anything that comes out of my body, anything I have to give you, right?"
I nod again.
When he is sure that every drop is in my mouth, he gets irritated.
"Aren't you ever going to let go?" He slaps me across my face without any warning. First on one side then on the other. It hurts, my cheeks are burning, but I get a bloodrush, my cock gets harder that ever. Every humiliation turns me on. I am unwillingly let go of his cock in the hope he will slap me one again, but he yanks it out.
He holds me by my ears and pulls me up to his mouth.
"I can smell cum mixed with ass juices, Slut... Whose is it?" He gives me a deep, lingering kiss.
"It is Ed's, from Felix's shitter, Dad. Just scooped it out."
He laughs again, approvingly and stokes my head gently. "Nice."
He get up, bends over me. "You want this?" He clears his throat, coughs out some phlegm and expectorates on my face. I open my mouth and look longingly at him.
He spits out some more, this time into my mouth.
"Thank you Dad," I mumble.
"Am going for a dump. Be ready in fifteen minutes to clean my shitter. In the meantime you can go and lick the boy's cunt. Eat your boy's cum from that shithole. But whip his butt first though. I want to hear the Cunt scream in pain."
No sooner has Dad entered the bathroom I go to Felix's bedroom.
Felix is asleep, breathing gently, he has been working non-stop, the Slut. I take off my shirt and trousers.
I turn him over. His smooth bare ass is staring invitingly at me, but I'm not entirely turned on. I pull off my belt, sit on his back and begin to flog him hard. He yells in pain, louder and louder... he tries to move and wriggle himself free, but I have pinned him down. Then after a dozen lashes and his cries of pain getting progressively louder, I throw the belt away and begin to lick his red, lacerated cheeks. Tiny droplets of blood are forming in the abrasions. He mourns, but I can't tell whether it is in pleasure or pain. Inflicting pain on this kid's smooth ass has certainly done the trick - I'm turned on. Dad knows how to get me all hot and horny. I part his cheeks and attack his shithole with my tongue. He pushes his butt up into my face. Soon he begins to grunt and pushes out my boy's cum... and some soft shit follows this. I let him rub his ass all over my face, I continue to lick. I hear Dad holler once again. "Let go off me, Cumdump." I pull hard at his pubic hair for a quick reaction. He yelps in pain and makes way for me to go.
I enter Dad's bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror, my face is a mess. Dad on the potty, looks at me with an evil grin. He pulls me close and begins to lick my face.
"You looking good, fuker."
After cleaning my face with his tongue, he commands "On the floor, Cunt."
I know the drill only too well. I lie on the floor, waiting for him to plant his asshole on my face. The unwiped, shit-smeared hole approaches my face. I begin to lick it furiously at his freshly caked asshole.
"You like it, Pig?"
"Mmmm" I reply, as I go on with my job, diligently.
Much to my delight, his hole begins to dilate and I know what is in store. A turd emerges. I lick it gently for fear that it will break, and open my mouth wide. Soon a huge turd fills my mouth. I chew at it. Dad puts him mouth on mine. A deep kiss and I pass the shit into his mouth and then it is back into mine. I go down on his hairy chest and suck at his huge nipples which he has smeared brown.
"On the counter."
I bend over on the bathroom counter for the abuse of my asshole to begin. He fuks me - pounds would be the correct word.
"Watch how your Uncle's turn into my bitch, Son."
I see in the mirror that Felix is watching us, mesmerized. He tries to get under me and suck my cock. He manages, hits his head against the counter, every time Dad jabs the cock into me, but the boy holds on.
"On the floor." Dad orders us both.
We lie on the floor in a 69 position.
Ali, who I had met a short while earlier, walks into the bathroom with another man, who I think is the plumber. The men, along with Dad, piss on us. The new entrants have huge cocks, just as big as Ali's.
The action moves to the bedroom. Dad throws me on the bed and lies on top of me.
I bury my head in Dad's chest; cuddle up in his huge arms. Both Ali and his friend take turns fuking Dad and me. The plumber pumps me so hard with the oversized cock that it hurts. I shove my head into Dad's smelly armpits and lick them. Dad stokes me lovingly, as my mouth moves from his pitts to his nipples, his mouth and anywhere else he pushes my fucked up face.
Dad sits on my face and pushes out all the cum he has collected in his shitter, into my mouth, and then proceeds to feed me the real thing.
All that matters now is the heavenly waste from my Dad's shitter and the huge cock pounding the shit out of my asshole... mercilessly.
Ali tidies himself up, get into his formal mode, and breaks the news. "Sir, your daughter was waiting for you in the lobby downstairs. You were in a business meeting and not to be disturbed, I told her. I have guided her to the other suite you have booked for your colleague who is arriving later in the day. "
"That was quick thinking, my man. But why is the bitch here so early?"
Ali does not show any surprise at the way Dad refers to his daughter.
"It will take us a while to get ready. Why don't you take care of her, like you did, my other daughter? I will be watching on the webcam so make sure your give her the full fukin treatment." He makes an obscene gesture by sliding the middle finger of his right hand, in and out of his left fist and then sucking it.
"Sure Sir, she will get her fukin pussy pumped in a that she will never forget for a long time," says Ali with a grin. Dad slips a few hundred-dollar bills into Ali's pocket.
As Dad and I are cleaning up and getting ready, on the laptop we see my ex in the other suite sitting by the large window, sipping wine and taking in the beautiful views of the bay. She is dressed in skimpy clothes, revealing her enormous breasts.
Ali and his friend knock on the door. Felicia opens the door and looks at them approvingly.
"We need to fix the bathroom plumbing, Ma'am."
"Sure."
"We should have had it fixed earlier, but we were told that the guest is expected only late afternoon."
"No need to apologize. But keep the bathroom door open when you work, please."
"Are you sure, Ma'am?"
In the bathroom, the plumber strips to his underwear and steps in the bath tub. He is a sight to behold. Felicia changes the position of her chair to ensure a better view of the man. Ali too takes off his shirt. The shower misbehaves and both are drench. Their bodies glistening, their minimal clothing wet, they continue to work. It is an erotic sight.
Felicia stands unable to hold herself back. She walks towards the bathroom with a towel, caressing her own body - her breasts and nipples.
"My horny slut loves a good fuk, doesn't she?" Dad smirks.
"It is getting recorded, I will watch the rest later." He licks his lips and shuts the laptop. "If she want me to buy her trashy boyfriend a new car, she has to pay for it."
A hint of an evil smile lingers on his lips.
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