The Story of Eve, Part 3: ERASER

 


"Did you bring the vehicle that I instructed you to bring, Doug?" I mumbled as I gave my father a cold stare. "Yes, the truck. I wasn't sure why you wanted that but now I understand," he stumbled. "Oh do you, Doug? My crown is the priority so yes the truck from now on. And you will be my fucking chauffeur. Anywhere I need to go, you will be driving me. Anytime, I say. Are we clear?" I grunted. "Yes, Eraser of course. I have to say, you do look really different and I love this look," he said. I laughed slightly. "Doug, you are doing to show me just how much you love my hair." I said. "What do you mean?" he asked nervously.

I got up and walked up to him, exhaling smoke in his face. I reached down and grabbed his crotch. He looked shocked. "Why Doug, you do love this look. You are rock hard." I said. "I...I can't help it. You aren't Eve anymore." He stumbled. "Eve is dead. I am Eraser and you love Eraser." I growled. "Yes I do. You are so incredibly sexy." he said. 

I unzipped him. By now the whole barbershop was watching me. I pulled his rock hard dick from his pants and stroked it. "How bad do you wanna fuck me, Doug?" I asked him though I could tell. "So so bad, Eraser." he said mesmerized. "You will get a chance. Now put your dick away, bitch. I need to get home and show that cunt wife of yours where her place is. At my feet!" I yelled.

"See you soon," I said to the barber who was rubbing his crotch. "I owe you a fuck." I tipped my head up and left with my new servant. My own father.



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