Happy Thanksgiving
Kellie bounced on Arnie’s lap as his co..
🕑 Added 2021-11-27 03:20:36 +0000 UTC
Happy Thanksgiving
Kellie bounced on Arnie’s lap as his cock pounded her cunt. Her arms held tightly around his neck while her legs were wrapped around his chisel waist. His strong arms in return were holding her as he fuck her hard. His cock thrusting up into her pussy while he pulled her down on it.
“Oh, baby,” she threw her head back and moaned. “We need to. . . Get . . . Going. . . Dad doesn’t. . .oh, like us late,” she moaned again in ecstasy.
Arnie kissed her neck, pushing her long blond hair back with one hand, “we have time.” He then flipped her around and onto the bed without pulling out of her.
He then began to thrust harder. His muscular flawless ass clutching as he shot his load into her.
“Oh, baby, uh oh,” she orgasmed.
They had been dating for six months, a record for Arnie, and they were on their way to her family to spend thanksgiving with them. Arnie was nervous. To him they were moving fast, but he believed he truly loved Kellie. From what she told him about her father, he seems like an intimidating person. However, Arnie with his muscular, tall body and his army training he wasn’t easily intimidated. He knew she came from a very rich, old family. Rich didn’t necessarily just describe her family, super rich was more like it. Her father had built a major Fortune 500 company. While Arnie grew up in a middle class Eastern European immigrant family in New Jersey. He was just a lowly army grunt when he met the beautiful blonde college girl at a party.
While they were driving, Kellie reached over and took his strong, large right hand in her’s, “relax baby, daddy is going to love you.” She lifted his hand and kissed it.
“So it was five of you growing up,” Arnie asked about her siblings.
“Yes, two older brothers and us three girls. My sisters are married. I’m sure you and Doug and Paul will get along great. Doug is a cop and Paul is in construction,” she replied as she put down his hand and stroked his right thigh. His large quads stretch his jeans.
“Those are your sisters’ husbands,” he kept his eyes on the road as Kellie’s hand stroked his leg.
“Yes. Alex and Brandon are my brothers. They work for our father.”
Arnie couldn’t help but wonder if her father and brothers thought her sisters married beneath them. A cop, construction worker, and now a military grunt we’re definitely blue collar compared to the huge corporation that her father and brothers control.
When they arrived they pulled up a long driveway that seemed to be a mile long. The house was huge, an annabella plantation, Kellie said it had been in the family for two hundred years. They pulled around the circle drive and stopped in front of the column lined front entrance where they were greeted by Kellie’s mother.
“Oh, honey,” the older version of Kellie wrapped her arms around her daughter. She was a well dressed stylist blonde hair woman.
“Mother, this is Arnie,” Kellie introduced Arnie as he unload the suitcases.
“I heard so much about you from Kellie. I have been waiting to m33t you for a while,” the older woman gave Arnie a hug. Arnie’s hands were full with the suitcases as he bent over to receive the hug. He smiled at Kellie.
Kellie’s mother pulled away and turned to Kellie, “he is a beauty. You're right, your father would definitely like him.”
Arnie thought it was a weird thing to stay.
“Now your room is in the east wing. We are a conservative family so no shacking up in the same room here,” the older woman wriggled her finger at Arnie. “James here will take you to your room. Dewey will want to see you in his study after you settle in,” the older woman singled for a younger man that stood on the wide front porch. The muscular blonde boy took the cases from Arnie and led him inside.
“Babe, make sure you wear the shirt and pants I brought you when you see daddy this evening,” Kellie called out.
The house was bigger than Kellie had implied. It was like walking through a museum with countless pieces of art and antiques lining the walls and rooms. Later, Arnie learned his room was in the far end of the house from Kellie’s. It was a large elegant room with its own full bath and walk-in closet. It was bigger than his entire apartment.
An hour after Arnie settled in James returned and said that Master Dewey requested that he join him in the study. Arnie had dressed in the tight grey slacks and black short sleeves shirt that Kellie had brought him. Kellie had commented on how the pants showed off his well developed ass, and the shirt hugged his big pecs and large arms. Arnie then followed James through the house once more to the large lavish study.
“Well, the guest of honor finally arrived. Welcome, Arnold,” the older man crossed the study and greeted Arnie.
“My pleasure, Mr. Readman. Call me Arnie,” Arnie reached out his hand and gripped the older man’s hand.
“Call me Dewey, Arnold,” Dewey put his arm on Arnie’s shoulders.
Arnie was about to correct the older Readman but thought against it.
“Let me introduce you to my sons and son in laws,” Dewey squeezed Arnie’s broad shoulders. The touch felt almost like a carcass. “On the couch is my oldest son Alex and son in law Doug. Over by the fireplace is my younger son Brandon and my other son in law Paul.”
Arnie immediately noticed the three Readman men were all smoking cigars while the two in laws were drinking whiskey. Alex Readman was a tall thin man with strawberry blonde hair. Arnie as a model knew that Alex’s preppy attire was worth a small fortune. His left arm was resting on the back of the couch behind Doug Pascott. The light skin black police officer’s short sleeves white button up shirt was tight over his muscle packed torso. Arnie noticed that half of the buttons of the shirt were undone, showing off his smooth huge pecs. Doug also wore a pair of khaki shorts that showed off his strong, thick legs. There was also a docile blank look on the handsome cop’s face. By the large marble fireplace stood Brandon Readman and Paul Amendola. Brandon was shorter and slightly more muscular than his older brother and had bright blonde hair like their mother. Paul Amendola was a muscular Italian whose body was obviously built by manual labor. The blue polo shirt was stretched over his large pecs. He wore the same type of short khakis shorts as Doug, showing off his smooth, thick quads. Paul even has the same blank docile look on his chisel face.
“Here have a drink,” the older Mr. Readman guided Arnie over to the bar and poured him a drink from a crystal decanter. Arnie could tell the older man was used to having his way. He exhumed power and confidence. He didn’t give the younger man the chance to say no. Arnie just accepted the drink and slipped it. It was strong old whiskey and went down his throat smoothly. The muscular military man was used to drinking but he started to feel the effects almost immediately. His eyes started to blur. Through his hazy eyes, he thought he saw Alex starting to rub Doug’s shoulders with one hand while finishing unbuttoning the police officer’s shirt. The smooth tight dark skin contrasts with the white soft material of the shirt. Arnie turned toward Brandon and Paul. He blinked as he witnessed Brandon gripping the back of the construction worker’s neck and pulled the masculine man into a kiss.
“Just relax boy,” Arnie heard Dewey Readman’s voice in his ear before he collapsed into the older man’s arms.
Arnie sits at the large thanksgiving table, with it all dock out with food. He was naked and covered in oil as he looked around the table. People were talking, laughing, and eating as if they were completely unaware that Arnie was naked. He felt a hand on his muscular legs and looked down to see hands stroking his smooth, oiled thighs. He looked to either side of him and saw Brandon Readman to his left and Dewey Readman to his right, their hands under the table stroking him. He then looked down again and saw a foot rubbing his cock. He looked across the table at Alex Readman who was smiling at him.
“Relax, that’s a good boy,” he heard the older Readman whisper into his right ear as he felt a fist wrap around his cock.
In panic, Arnie looked down at Dewey Readman’s hand wrapping around his cock stroking and jacking it. The older man’s hand felt so strong around his cock as he pumped it. Arnie shifted in his seat as people around him laughed and talked, completely unaware of what was going on under the table. As Dewey pumped his cock harder and harder, Arnie couldn’t hold out. He screamed loudly and shot his load. It ran down his cock onto the older man’s hand. Still no one seemed to notice, as they continued to eat and talk. Old man Readman laughed and put his hand up to Arnie’s mouth. Without being told to, Arnie opened his mouth and began to lick the fingers clean. His brown, puppy dog eyes looked for approval as he sucked on the older man’s fat fingers.
Arnie awakened in horror. He set up in bed as he looked around the dark room. It was late at night and barely any light was streaming through the windows. Arnie had no memories of how he got from the study to his room, nor how long he was asleep. He was covered in cold sweat and felt sticky under the satin sheets. He pulled the sheets off and found himself naked and covered in cum. He had come in his sleep. He couldn’t believe he had a gay wet dream about his future father in law. He never had a gay dream or thought in his life until now. Yet the images still burnt in his mind from the dream were so vivid and he had came so much.
To be continued.
