****** Daddy's Shit by sf_pup ******
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Daddy's Shit


This is one of the hottest things that's ever happened to me. The thing is, I
wasn't even looking for it. I stopped into the bar just to see if my friends
were there, not intending to stay. I saw him right away. It's not totally
necessary or anything, but there's something about a man in full leather that
makes my dick leak. He was a big, tall dude with just enough of a gut so I knew
who the boss was. I was hoping to get a look at his ass before leaving the bar.
There's nothing more disappointing than seeing a really hot man who then turns
out to have no ass. Nowhere to park your face, you know? On cue he turned
around, and there in the back left hand pocket was a brown hankie. Even in
depraved San Francisco it's unusual for someone to boldly flag brown. Here was
a golden (or brown rather) opportunity not to be missed; I moved in for the
kill, and within 10 or 15 was headed out the door following behind Daddy.

He was visiting from out of town, staying in a friend's house who was in New
York, and had a borrowed motorcycle. Un-fucking-believable! As I was getting on
the bike behind him, he sat up and ordered me to put my hands, palm up, on his
seat. He sat down on my hands and we drove off towards his friend's place in
Twin Peaks. As we were headed up Market Street, I felt something warm and lumpy
start to fill the seat of his jeans. Holy shit (so to speak), Daddy was
shitting his pants in my hands. I nearly shot a wad right there on the back of
the bike. At the next stoplight he asked if I was going to clean up his ass
when we got to his friend's place. I thought to myself, "duh," but said, "Yes
sir," like I was supposed to. The feeling of his shit squishing around in his
jeans was unreal. They must have been some seriously firm logs because hardly
any liquid seemed to be seeping through into my hands. I could smell it though,
and my mouth was watering.

We pulled into the garage, and as the door was shutting, he (of course) ordered
me down on my knees. He had me unlace his boots and pull them off. He took off
his leather chaps and then started undoing his jeans. He carefully took them
off trying to keep the squashed turd pile in them as undisturbed as possible.
His ass was caked with shit. As much as I tried, he wouldn't let me get my face
near his ass until he had put on his chaps and boots again. Who was I to argue?
Then after sticking a bottle of poppers under my nose, without ceremony, he
turned and shoved his unbelievably shitty ass in my face demanding that I clean
it up good. As if I had to be told, but I said, "Yes Sir," like I was supposed
to. Most of you probably know that this sort of job is no small thing. It takes
real time and effort to spit shine an ass as caked and smeared with fresh shit
as this one was. First you have to shovel up all the big, chunky parts off the
ass cheeks with your tongue. These require real chewing, which takes some
effort. Daddy's ass was hairy as fuck, so this added to the challenge of
licking it clean. Eventually I got the cheeks more or less clean, and after
another hit of poppers, dove snout first into the crack. There was pretty much
a whole shit log wedged and reformed in the crack, so instead of diving in with
my tongue, I had to go teeth first and chew my way in. By now I was used to the
taste of his shit, and was able to do this with genuine relish. The shit was so
firm that I was able to clean up his hairy crack faster than I thought I would
be able to. Daddy must have sensed my disappointment because he said something
about there being softer shit up there for later. He wasn't kidding. I was also
wondering what his plans were for the mess in his jeans. I found out before
long.

I had finished cleaning up his ass, and was feeling very proud of myself for
not puking. I was also getting a little antsy, having held off from shooting my
load (with considerable difficulty) for the last 45 minutes or so. He ordered
me to lie on my back on the concrete. As I watched, he walked over to his jeans
on the floor. He lifted his big-ass boot and brought it down in the middle of
the mess in his jeans. He ground it around for a while. Knowing what was
coming, my dick got rock fucking hard again. Daddy then strolled over and
without preliminaries, planted the Vibram sole of his boot square on my already
shit smeared face. He ordered me to clean out his treads. I got to work prying
out morsels of Daddy's shit from in between the lugs of his boot soles. This
was no easy task, but the toe of his other boot was dangerously close to my
nuts, and he reminded me of this fact.

As I continued to eat the caked shit from his boot soles, he asked if my mouth
was getting dry. Sensing what he was getting at, I said, "Yes Sir". There was
none of the awkward waiting one often has to do when a man is trying to piss in
your mouth. His piss stream was strong, hot and immediate with the removal of
his boot. I'd be lying if I said that I swallowed it all without missing a
drop. Piss went fucking everywhere, but I swallowed a considerable amount of
it, along with much of the shit that was caked onto my teeth. He must have been
holding it for a long time because his piss went on and on. I was afraid to
touch my dick because I knew I would blow my load if I did. When he was done
pissing, he stepped into his piss puddle to moisten the remainder of the shit
on his boot and replaced it on my face. The piss helped a lot, and I was able
to clean up his boot sole much easier, getting my tongue between each lug to do
a thorough job.

At times he would make me stick out my tongue so he could wipe his boot on it
like a welcome mat. When Daddy was satisfied that his boot was clean, he took
it off my face. He nudged me hard in the nuts with the other boot and walked
away. He picked up his soiled jeans and tossed them towards the washer at the
back of the garage. He said that I could probably use a break. I was feeling a
bit queasy, so I agreed with him. I followed him into the house. To my surprise
and vague horror at this point, I spotted a rim seat in the corner.

He spread a towel out on the couch and sat down. I smelled like a sewer, so I
could only imagine what I looked like. Apparently he liked what he saw because
his dick was rock hard as he sat looking at me. He motioned for me to get on my
knees between his legs. He grabbed the back of my head and forced it down on
his fat dick. After fucking my throat for a while, he pulled his dick out of my
mouth. Using the slime he had dredged up from my throat to moisten the drying
shit on my face, he collected as much as he could on his dick before shoving it
back in my mouth. Not long after, he shot what seemed like 1/2 a cup of cum
down my abused throat. We both struggled to catch our breath. My dick was
leaking like a faucet.

He said, "I think it's time for me to finish taking my shit. Come over here and
help me Boy."

He stood up, folding up the towel into a makeshift pillow. He put it on the
floor and made me lie on my back with my head on it. He then, as I knew he
would, placed the rim seat over my face and sat down. It was the perfect height
so that I could get my face buried in his ass and still pull back to breathe. I
was getting ready to stick my tongue in his shithole, when he let out a
tremendous fart right in my mouth. My dick spat another chunk of precum. I
stuck my tongue into his straining hole and tasted shit. My tongue made contact
right away with a hot turd. The turd began to slide along my tongue, pushing it
out of Daddy's ass, and filling my mouth. I chewed it a couple of times and
swallowed it down. It was not as firm as the first load of Daddy's shit I'd
eaten, and had a less bitter flavor. Daddy's shithole was a mess all over again
and I set to work tonguing it clean again. As I was finishing this task, Daddy
let out another loud fart, depositing one last chunk of turd in my mouth. I
barely touched my dick, and it started oozing cum. I had what felt like a four
minute orgasm as I devoured that last piece of Daddy's shit. He has promised to
call me next time he's in town.

sf_pup@hotmail.com

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