This weekend my second job as a stripper gave me an in to fulfill one of my biggest fantasies: I finally fucked a father and son at the same time!
After eyeing them up at the club together a few times, I finally gave the son my number and told them what time I’d be off.
That night we met at a hotel around the corner and the father fixed himself a drink and eased into the couch while I flirted with the son. Soon I was sitting in the son’s lap and we were conversing and kissing and giggling.
Kissing turned into caressing as I felt the son’s hard cock poking up beneath his jeans, rock hard and pressing against me. I took my top off, letting my tits spill out. I saw Dad’s bulge rising too as his son ran his hands over my nipples.
I unzipped the son’s fly and pulled out his cock, and wet my hand with saliva and started working it.
Pre-cum began to ooze from the head.
“So you like watching me at the strip club?” I asked while continuing to stroke him.
“Yeah, you can really dance!”
“Know what else I can do really well?”
I traced a wet path around the head and down the shaft, then popped the whole hard cock into my mouth. He sighed in pleasure as I slowly bobbed on it.
“Mmm,” he moaned a little, “you really DO do that well.”
“I can keep going,” I said, taking it out of my mouth, “but you know what would make this even better?”
“What’s that?”
“Daddy, will you come over here and fuck me?” I asked, still jerking his son’s moistened cock.
I dropped my panties with a wink, then turned back toward the son and began deep throating him, twerking my naked ass while I did it, making sure Dad got a full view.
I really threw myself into the blowjob, pounding the son’s cock into the back of my throat, eyes watering.
And then I felt Dad’s hands on my ass. He grabbed my hips and started grinding his hard cock against my bare ass. It felt HUGE! My pussy was tingling in anticipation and I could feel my own wetness start to dribble down between my thighs.
He slipped his big, hard cock between my thighs, slipping it back and forth across my clit on the outside of my pussy, fully wetting himself and warming me up even further.
I kept deep throating his son, who was moaning and slightly bucking his hips.
Finally Dad’s giant rod parted my pussy lips and he shoved it in. There was a moment of bright pain as he stretched me wider than I’ve stretched in a while, and then he was all the way in and moving.
The sensation of fullness was incredible: Dad’s giant cock filling my hole fuller than I’ve maybe ever been, while his son’s cock filled my entire throat, his fingers wound through my hair so that I don’t stop.
I was moaning in sheer sex-heaven to the point of basically crying, tears streaming down my face and ruining my mascara. Then I felt the son’s body begin to tense, and I knew he’d be cumming down my throat soon. I wanted it, and when it came, I slurped and swallowed every last drop.
His father was still ramming me with an impossibly perfect rhythm, and I could feel my own orgasm building. There was something so naughty and so hot about the son’s cum sliding down my throat while his father’s hot, girthy cock split me open from behind, stimulating my g-spot with every thrust.
And then I was cumming, head thrown back and screaming, feeling my slick cunt contract in waves around Dad’s huge fuck stick. When he felt me cum, he picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster. It wouldn’t be long before he blew in me too.
“Cum in me!” I gasped, desperate for the gush I knew was coming. “I want your hot load, Daddy!”
Hearing that made him lose it, and he grabbed my hips harder and squirted so hard into me that I could feel it splash against my cervix. He grunted and thrust again and again, cumming for longer than I thought possible.
Finally he slowed, stopped, and stepped back, clearing his throat and surveying the scene.
“I hope that wasn’t too . . .” he trailed off, looking at his son, not really sure how to finish his sentence.
“It was FUCKING HOT!” I volunteered. “You guys are both FUCKING HOT! Thanks for making my wildest dream come true.”
The son laughed. “It was something, that’s for sure. It’s not everyone who gets to make a STRIPPER’S wildest dream come true. And on my 21st birthday, too.”
“You have a cool dad,” I said, dressing and winking at them, feeling Dad’s cum begin to run down my leg. “You guys have my number. Either or both of you can call me anytime.”
And now I’m just over here wondering if they actually will. They will, right? I hope they do.