[M4M] DILF - MacQuarrie

///DILF - MacQuarrie (1/4)
[Mdom] [DILF] [older man] [hairy] [daddy] [oral] [balls] [facefucking] [anal] [cowboy fucking] [breeding]

You secretly visit your boyfriend's father to ask for his blessing, with the hope of proposing to his son soon. A bullish and perceptive man, his persistent probing, however, forces you to ask: Who did you *really* mean to propose to?

The script is intentionally left vague in its ending, which explains the clumsy references in subsequent scripts.

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[Pleasantly surprised. Greet him with a nod.] Oh, hey.

Do me a favor, and fish out a level from the toolbox. And while you're at it, hand me a cold one from the ice box too.

[Open can. Drink thirstily with suggestive sighs]

Jesus, I needed that. I already took my shirt off, and it still feels too hot. So what brings you here again? [Forgetfully] Did I ask?

Busy? No, just working on a little DIY project I've always been meaning to get to. I don't know if you remember, but single life gives you plenty of free time. Speaking of, is my son with you?

[Pensively] I see. Why don't you and I…come inside then. We can sit down on some drinks. You're looking a little thirsty yourself actually.

[Scene change to kitchen]

So, you want beer or water or coffee or…No?

Well, how about my blessing then?

Hahaha, it wasn't that hard to guess. I mean…[suggestively] why else would you come see me all alone?

I'm just surprised that you're the one planning to do it. I always thought that he'd be the one to propose.  You know how he is--He always has to be the man be charge. [Chuckle] We're a lot alike that way, he and I: we both love to take control.

Here. At least take a sip from mine. Come on--you look as stiff as a board. You need to loosen up. There. Now, let's hear that speech.

[Listen to him, nodding and smiling playfully] [You tease him by spreading your legs wide to flaunt your crotch]

[Teasing] Oh, is he now? Are you *sure* that's my son you're speaking of? Hahaha, nah, I'm just fucking with you. Go on, continue.

[He finishes.]

"What do I say?" Hmm.

Come here. [Insisting] Come *here.*

*Closer.*

[Whispering to one ear] You know, when you're asking a father permission to marry his son, it's not a good idea to be staring at his crotch. Otherwise, he might just give you a different kind of "blessing."

Sure, sure. That's why you're still letting me grind your hand into my crotch, right?

[Amused chuckle]

Look. I know you love my son; I've seen how you two look at each other. But I also know how you look at ME…ever since the day we met, when I could smell his cum fresh on your breath. Yes, I know EXACTLY why he picked you, fuckmeat, which is why I'm going to give you a choice: You can pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about and just go straight home, where I KNOW you're going to jack off to what could have been. Or you can get on your knees like you were made to do and get a headstart on your new role as the family cum dump. What's it going to be, boy?

Hmph. Take off your clothes. You'll look better when you do it naked.

Big huh? But you know how to handle it. My son makes you practice every night, doesn't he?

Oh yeah worship those balls. They made your boyfriend after all. Kiss them, and say, "Thank you, daddy. Thank you for making my boyfriend have a big dick to fuck up my insides." It's the MacQuarrie family legacy, you know. Every son born *from* and *with* these nuts has a fuckstick like this.

Does that turn you on? Think about that the next family meeting. All us MacQuarrie men cramped under one roof with you, each with a monster between our legs, our balls sloshing with that strong MacQuarrie cum. [Sinister chuckle] How many holes do you have again?

Yeah, swallow that cock…

FUCK, your mouth's so good…Hold still…

[Facefuck him]

Yeah? You like it when I use your face? Get up.

[Kiss and lustily slide hands all over him]

God, it's so stiff. Daddy gets you rock hard, doesn't he? So fucking naughty...Turn around.

[Slap ass] Good boys don't touch themselves to their boyfriend's dad. [Slap ass] Good boys don't blow their boyfriend's dad. [Slap ass] And good boys most certainly don't ride their boyfriend's dad!

Get on daddy's lap, and sit on this angry DICK.

Yeah ease onto it…Hold onto my shoulders, I've got you…

Just..let me in...Look at me, boy. Let. Me. In. Oh…!

Good boy. You feel it throbbing thick inside you? Yeah? Ride it. Press your forehead on mine, and milk that fucking cock.

Oh yeah, just like that…fuck…

It's okay. Close your eyes. Just feel daddy's breath on your face while his big meaty hand strokes and swallows your cock...

[Kisses, moans]

[Teasingly] Who are you proposing to again? Don't tell me my son doesn't fuck you like this…

[More kissing and moaning] [escalating breaths]

Oh yeah…

You like that, huh? FUCK, daddy just needs to pound you. Fuck. Hold tight.

Fucking [grunt] carry you to the ground and fucking…POUND you onto the kitchen floor. Yeah! My whole body on top of you, my weight pinning you down, as I fucking rut you like a wild animal. God I'm sweating so much, just wanna crumple you up and…[grunt] TAKE. THIS. COCK!

Who does it better, huh? Who fucks you like the cheap whore that you are and makes you squirm like this? Who do you want drilling into you for the rest of your life? Is it my son…or is it me? Who do you want?

Fuck yeah you do! Scream it, fucking scream it--Ohh!

[Cum]

[Ragged] Cum with me…FUCKING--Ohh! yeah, take that seed…fucking take it!

[Pause to catch your breath] [kisses]

[Still a little out of breath] Well, there you have it. I always thought so.

Now...how's a June wedding sound to you?