Working under my Father-in-Law

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

Featured Review on this writing by Amy F. Turner

Mature cock super pleases a young, sexually neglected daughter-in-law

I made notes as I helped my father-in-law Stan compile a routine condition report for a leased property. He was taking the obligatory images using his mobile phone. I was happy working under my father-in-law because it meant I also worked with my hubby Robert, sometimes in the family real-estate business.

We had completed the cursory exterior walk-around of the flat, a detached unit at the end of a block of six. Everything was reasonably tidy outside, which bodes well for the inside inspection. Mmm, I thought, I was more than tidy on the outside, yet Rob hadn’t been giving me regular internal scrutiny.

Yes, the flat was tidy enough, but we have to record everything these days, from scuff marks on the walls to warn carpet, ensuring a smoke detector is in place, etcetera. The tenant was at work but had been informed of the required inspection per regular procedure.

The entrance hallway was fine, with some hair-lining cracks. Stan took a photo.

“Cornice, corner cracking, Alice,” he said, making sure I got it. He had an eye for detail. Nothing missed. Comprehensive coverage. Mmm, sometimes, the old sod, eyeing me off too.

 We moved into the lounge. Minor carpet marks. I recorded it. The open area dining area was tidy enough. We were being efficient; there was plenty to do back at the office and a premium auction to get ready for this afternoon. The kitchen had some steam damage from the stove from the cupboards above it, and it looked like they needed a better fan and vent. I noted it. Stan took a picture. The bathroom toilet was fine except for some tarnished glass, the large mirror having seen better days. I caught a glimpse of myself in it. I was looking great but realised Rob wasn’t servicing my body as it desperately recently needed. I hated for a moment the spring auction season dominating my Rob’s life when Spring should have been my body dominating his cock.

The second bedroom had just a few storage items, leaving the master bedroom to finish our inspection. There was a new huge king-sized bed in the room. Well, it seemed someone had a new fuckbuddy because the grungy cheap double bed from the last inspection wasn’t here. The premise was leased to a single guy.

I had to do the feminine thing, touch the mattress, and test the quality. The Goldilocks just right firm, but with some give. Girls would know, like a toned pussy, a bit of muscle clench and enveloping softness for your guy. Oh, the bastard, it was a top-of-the-range memory foam mattress—a hint of delicate spring, you know, for bouncy, happy sex.

“Oh, you bastard,” I went as my father-in-law did the male buttocks test on me—a pinch for firmness, a slap for tautness.  I know I had curves. When I bend slightly over, I accentuate my gorgeous rear cheeks. Okay, I had bum definition, but it was there these days as the sole property of my Rob. Stan was trespassing. The problem was that I liked it. My Rob had been neglecting me a bit lately.

My professional realtor father-in-law was very quickly unprofessionally under my skirt while I was shaping into the stunning luxurious foam mattress, face first.

“God, I want you, have for a long time,” he said, getting my panties down, pushing up my skirt and kissing my fetching round arse cheeks.

I should have said stop, but I gave him the green light with a series of swooning “Mmm’s” because the old bastard was doing a great job of arousing me to the point of no return, total sexual surrender. I think it was his tongue rimming my tight pink starfish that tipped the balance to wanton immediate need. The mattress had that spongy give like a body was underneath me. I’ve no idea what an inflatable love doll is like, but some of you might; perhaps it was like that. His delving tongue tip probing my arsehole was divine. Full-on crack pleasure. Anal exploratory bliss. My body pressed into the moulded softness below me, a tongue behind me, pressing into my malleable bum slot.

“Oh, you teasing prick, give me your dick,” I pleaded. Well, close to begging. My father-in-law gave me easily the best arse foreplay of my tender twenty-four years.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have given him the carte blanche instruction. You know, I should have indicated where I wanted his pecker.

Luckily, he wanted it in my mouth because, for a second or two, I thought I would get it from my senior in-law in my aroused butthole. Well, that would have been a family relationship game-changer.

“Wow,” I went but took it all in my gob as it poked out of his suit pants. I mean, my Rob had a quality pecker, but his dad was bloody well endowered. Strange that the most enormous cock of my life was a dude in his early fifties. You never know what any guy is packing down there until it’s unpacked. Stan had the happy guy moans, like a lad in his teens. Guys of any age never get tired of having their cocks sucked off. Well, the truth was I loved a cock in my mouth too. A flesh pop to suck and indulge on.

I realised Stanley, the opportunistic bastard, now he had me, would have everything. I enjoyed a gentle push backwards, allowing me to flop into the springy mattress and bounce up a bit and bounce some more as my father-in-law spread my legs indecently wide. Now I have a pretty shaved snatch if I say so myself. And with an Alice attitude, I don’t mind to admit; find out what is down the rabbit hole. Well, I was about to get a pretty big unknown in me.

“Orrgh Fuck,” I went, pretty unladylike actually, but man, oh man, was Stan a pussy filler.

Girth counts. Bigness presses. My pussy embraced size instantly. Infixed satisfaction. Fully penis implanted. Then I was just fuckin screwed. Stan only had one pace, it seemed, fast. However, fast was good. Fast was divine. My pussy was stuffed. I was stunned by his cracking tempo; here was a cock still working at the apex of its job description: rapid thrusting, girly flesh space-filling, drawing us together in pleasure for our needy orgasmic release, which was surging through the both of us.

My pussy was doing what I wanted it to, wrapping itself gladly around a throbbing dick that was pushing and tugging, making my inner self more defining in the slick sliding pumping action and jolts of pleasure, shards of mounting complete body satisfaction. My pussy worked to a treat under my father-in-law. All the more enjoyable for some gentle but in-depth arse fingering.

I was damn close to an effusive orgasm when the sod rolled me over and nuzzled his fat cock around my sensitive arse rim.

“Oh god, No,” I said, “It’s too big for my arse.”

“Well, Alice, this one’s going down the hole,” and he spread me and spat generously in me, propped a pillow under me, and said, “Ready.”

Oh, bugger guys and yes and no, and when no means yes and yes hints at no.

What is it about a big cock and wanting to know what it will be like in your bum? I was poised at the do it or maybe miss out forever moment.

He was teasing my back crack with his cock head. It was too good. He wasn’t going in till I submitted to it. Acceptance is a strange condition when it comes to your own body. Ultimately, it was my arse, a big cock and my father-in-law to boot.

Cock sundered my rear end. I acceded. The pleasure of his circling cock head, around and around my rim, was driving me wild. I just hoped my arsehole could take it; actually, take it deep, as I said, “Ready”.

Yes, ready, but not prepared for the wincing flinch that accompanied unrealised anal delight.

“Orrgh...Yeah...Oh Yeah...Shit Yeah...Deeper, fuck me! Yeah...Mmm...Mmm...Mmm.”

I was genuinely buggered in an arse-confronting and confounding way. My arse was wonderfully accosted by cock. My sweet rim was inveigled by stunning pecker girth. My body was getting the sweet orgasm wobbles as I fingered my clitty as Stan burrowed deeper into my relaxed constriction. His dick coaxed every delight possible out of and back into my butthole. My arse was thoroughly charmed by a big cock. He dug deep and then tantalised my rim with his knob. Then he ferreted in again with his bulk.

Stan’s agenda was clear, cream my arse, but he held it, the mature bastard, till my mutual orgasm, and then we both came in a blood rush, quick as an auctioneer’s hammer bangs, once a reserve has been smashed. Jags of jizz surged into my arse as a pleasurably filmy smear of girl cum leaked from my pussy. I was so happy and, at the same time, full of ambivalent admiration for the cunning dirty old prick who had sensed my physical neglect and ensured I would be working ‘under’ my father-in-law for a very long time into the future.


Submitted: November 11, 2022

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Spyguy

Working under, working over, working in... And working out!!! Look out world, I'm going to shout!

Sat, November 12th, 2022 2:11am

Spyguy

Working under, working over, working in... And working out!!! Look out world, I'm going to shout!

Sat, November 12th, 2022 2:11am

Spyguy

Working under, working over, working in... And working out!!! Look out world, I'm going to shout!

Sat, November 12th, 2022 2:11am

Amy F. Turner

Sounds like the observant father-in-law created some opportunities to get what he wanted from his willing daughter-in-law. Very naughty but well written as always. Hot rendering of needy satisfaction realized. :)

Sun, November 13th, 2022 10:10pm

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