COBALT PINSTRIPE
I stood in the middle of our living room, heart pounding like a drum. My terminal project for fashion school was due in two weeks — a men’s corporate line. And my model? My own dad. That massive, hunky corporate beast who usually wore boring suits.
I could barely breathe as Dad stood there in my cobalt pinstripe creation. The glossy leather clung to his massive body like wet paint, hugging every thick curve of muscle. The silk shirt was unbuttoned down to his navel, stretched tight across his heavy, sweaty pecs. His nipples poked hard against the shiny fabric.
“Fuck, son… this feels too good,” he growled, voice already thick. At first he complained, but now his huge thighs kept rubbing together, leather creaking softly with every shift.
The tight pinstripe pants were obscene on him — the fat outline of his cock was clearly visible, thickening and pushing against the shiny material.
I watched a wet spot slowly bloom at the tip.
Dad’s breathing got heavier. He sat back in the black leather chair, legs spread wide, one hand dragging across his own chest. “
This leather… it’s rubbing my dick every time I move. My balls feel so full.” His fingers pinched his nipple through the silk and he let out a low, dirty moan that made my own cock jump.
I stepped closer. The smell of warm leather, sweat, and raw male musk filled the room.
“More,” he begged, eyes glassy with lust. “Put the jacket back on me. I want to feel it all tight again.” His voice cracked as he stood up, towering over me, muscles glistening. The pants were now soaked at the crotch, precum leaking down the inside of his thigh.
I helped him into the jacket, hands sliding over his rock-hard abs and thick chest. Dad grabbed my wrist and pressed my palm right against his throbbing bulge.
“Feel that?” he groaned. “Your fucking suit turned me into a horny mess. I need to cum so bad, son… while I’m still wearing it.”
He shoved me down onto my knees. I buried my face into that hot, leather-covered cock, licking and sucking the wet spot through the shiny fabric. Dad’s hips bucked, grunting like an animal. He ripped the zipper down and his fat, veiny cock slapped out, heavy and dripping.
“Stroke it while I wear your slutty suit,” he ordered, voice raw. “Make your old man cum all over this expensive leather.”
I jerked his thick shaft fast, watching his muscles flex and shine under the cobalt pinstripe. Dad threw his head back, moaning loud as thick ropes of cum blasted across the shiny jacket and silk shirt, painting his abs in white streaks.
He looked down at me, chest heaving, still rock hard.
“Design me another one… right now. Daddy needs to stay dressed up while you drain him dry.”
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