My Dad Turning Me Into His Cumdump

My Dad Turning Me Into His Cumdump

I had been living with my dad for a few months now, and things had been going pretty well. But deep down, I could feel something was wrong. I had a feeling that my dad wanted something from me that I wasn’t ready to give.

My dad had always been a bit of a flirt, and I had noticed a few times that he was looking at me a little too intensely. I had always been attracted to him, but I never thought he would do anything.

One night, after we had finished dinner, my dad asked me to stay in his room with him. He said he wanted to talk to me about something important. I was nervous, but I agreed, and followed him into his bedroom.

When we got in his room, my dad pulled me onto the bed and told me to lay down. He then started to undress me and I could feel my heart beating faster. I was scared and excited at the same time. I didn’t know what he wanted from me, but I knew I wanted it.

My dad then started to kiss me all over my body, and I felt my body responding to his touch. He then pulled away and looked into my eyes and told me that he wanted me to become his cumdump.

I didn’t know what that meant, but I felt my body ache for him. I agreed to become his cumdump, and he smiled and said he was pleased.

The next few weeks were a blur of pleasure and pain as my dad taught me what it meant to be a cumdump. He taught me how to give him blowjobs, and how to properly receive his cum. He taught me how to suck his cock, and how to take his cum deep in my throat. He taught me how to be a slut, and how to act like a hooker.

My dad taught me how to use my body to please him, and I was happy to oblige. I loved the way he made me feel, and I loved being his cumdump.

Weeks turned into months, and I was becoming more and more comfortable with my role as his cumdump. I would do anything he asked me to do, and I loved every minute of it.

One night, after an especially intense session, my dad pulled away and looked into my eyes. He then told me that he loved me, and that he was proud of me for becoming his cumdump.

I was overcome with emotion, and I hugged him tightly. I had never felt so loved in my life. I knew that I would never have to worry about being alone again.

My dad and I have been living together for almost a year now, and our relationship has only gotten stronger. I am still his cumdump, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love being his cumdump, and I love being loved by him.