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Stan’s Got A New Cologne	By : JamesRyder Category: +1 through F > American Dad Views: 7977 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Stan Smith was holding onto the cloth strap lightly as he gazed down at the jungle ripping past below the CIA chopper he was taking back to the carrier group off the coast. The rebel leader that had been disrupting the CIA arms trade was tied down with a black bag over his head. He was still unconscious and probably wouldn’t wake up until they dropped him off at the CIA black site in Hatti.
“What’s wrong Stan?” Agent Jackson asked him from the other side of the chopper. “We completed the mission, but you look like someone just killed your dog.”
“Damn Jackson,” Stan was taken aback by his ghoulish overkill. “I wouldn’t put it that way… it’s just… well… it’s just been a while since Francine, and I got busy.” He wasn’t sure why he was oversharing like this, but he chalked it up to the joy of victory mixed with the depressing lack of sex.
“Is that all?” Jackson almost laughed until he caught Stan’s murderous glare. “Just go down to the lab and tell the boys you need a bottle of cologne DRD-69. That stuff is amazing. One spray and you can fuck any woman who gets close enough to smell it.”
“Really?” Stan was amazed he hadn’t heard of this until now. “Does it work?”
Jackson pulled out his phone and began to show Stan graphic pictures and videos of him fucking girl after girl he met in clubs and bars. Stan was intrigued and impressed so he decided not to comment on how many of the girls looked underaged.
“Well, when we get back I have a stop to make before I go home.” Stan smiled and continued to watch girl after girl get nailed by his buddy as the landscape below went from jungle to ocean. He couldn’t wait to nail Francine again.

“Here you go Stan,” Fred the lab tech told him as he handed him the unlabeled bottle of cologne. “Now be careful with this stuff, it’s still experimental. All you need is one spray on either your neck or wrist. The effective range is about an arm’s length. It can’t work on anyone who has worn it previously. The effects wear off very slowly and it comes off your body with simple soap and cold water. Don’t use hot water because the steam will carry the drug. Also, be cautious about your surroundings because this does work on men too.”
“A gay sex drug?” Stan asked with his usual blatant homophobia. “Seems like that’s the first kink you guys should have worked out.”
“Actually the first thing we had to work out was to get it to stop burning the skin of anyone who used it,” Fred explained but Stan wasn’t paying attention anymore. All he could think of was getting home and nailing his wife. “So just write down any side effects and let us know when you come back for more.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, sounds good.” Stan waved a hand dismissively as he took his prize and left the lab.
Fred watched Stan leave then turned back to the lab. “Hey Phil, any luck in making it not work on blood relatives yet?”
“Not yet,” Phil yelled back as he looked down at his sister who was busy sucking his dick under the table.
“Well keep working on it and when she’s done with you I could use another rim job.”
If Stan had been paying attention to his surrounding he might have noticed that every scientist in the lab had some sort of sexual slave under the drugs influence. Many had been exposed to earlier forms of the drug and the effects had never worn off. Those victims were now nymphomaniacs needing sex all the time or they would suffer fits of violent rage until their sexual desires were sated.

Stan burst through the door, “Honey, I’m horny. I mean, Horny I’m home. I mean, Honey I’m home and horny.”
“Hey Stan, welcome home,” Rodger the alien said nonchalantly as he walked into the living room with a sandwich and plopped his grey ass on the couch. “I think Francine’s upstairs fixing something or cleaning something.”
Stan felt a little let down that she wasn’t waiting for him, but he just forced a smile and headed up the stairs. He heard noises coming from their bedroom and his smile became more genuine because she was already where he wanted her.
As he walked into their room he realized the sounds were coming from their private bathroom and he put his bag down on the floor. He looked at the bottle of cologne in his hand and decided to wait to try it until he needed it. He took off his blazer and tie before unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt.
“Hunny, I’m home.” He used his best seductive voice as he leaned up against the door trying to look as alluring as possible. Stan saw his wife crouched down next to their toilet working on something and he was instantly hard. She always had that effect on him.
“Great timing Stan,” Francine said without looking up. “The water pipe burst, and I’ve got the old one off but now you can help me get the new one on.”
“I was thinking,” Stan tried one more time to get her attention, “I could fix your pipes first.” He grabbed his crotch for emphasis.
Francine looked up at him, but she looked annoyed instead of aroused. “Not now Stan. If we don’t fix the pipe the toilet won’t work.” She looked back down. “Now stop fooling around and come help me.”
“Fine,” Stan sighed. “Just give me a second and I’ll be right there.”
He turned around and walked over to his dresser. He wasn’t going to be turned down this time. Stan grabbed the bottle of cologne and gave himself one spurt on his neck. It was time to see if this stuff was as good as advertised, he thought as he turned back to the private bathroom. Stan took off his shoes and belt before he walked in.
“Show me what we’re doing,” Stan told Francine as he knelt down next to her and also put his hand on her back.
“We need to run a pipe from here to…” Francine trailed off and seemed to stiffen. She reached back almost like she was in a trance. “I need toy to run this pipe,” she moaned as she squeezed his hard cock through his pants, “to here.” She bent down and hiked her dress up.
Stan almost shouted for joy at how well this was working out. Not only was she in the mood now but she was even taking the lead. This was heaven for him, and he had to focus so that he wouldn’t blow his load before he even got his cock out. He wasn’t going to wait to see if this wore off quick either. He quickly got his pants and underwear down to his knees and simply pulled her panties to the side exposing her glistening pussy.
Francine moaned loudly as Stan pushed the head of his cock into her wet entrance. She pushed back a bit with her hips to get more of him inside her. It was suddenly all she could think of. She had to fuck him and had to feel him get off in her.
Stan grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as he began to set a brutal pace. Francine just grunted and moaned louder the rougher he went. He smiled as he saw her eyes roll back int her head. He knew that meant she was loving this and that only made him want to fuck her even harder.
He used his free hand to reach under her dress and rip her tits free from her bra. He began to use a handful of her tits and a handful of her hair to get the leverage he needed to brutalize her quivering pussy.
Francine was practically screaming in pleasure as Stan used her like a fuck toy. She didn’t care if anyone heard her. She could feel her orgasm building up as she was used by her husband and wondered why she ever turned sex down before. His cock felt amazing and all she wanted to do was make him feel as good as he felt in her.
“Please… Stan… Please,” she panted as he rode her without mercy. “GIVE ME YOUR CUM!” Francine screamed as she came hard.
Stan grunted as her pussy gripped him like a vice and he managed one more brutal thrust forward before he came in her.
They both collapsed to the floor panting for breath and unable to move. It took almost five minutes for Stan to even be able to roll off of Francine. By then his cock had gone limp and slid out of her. Francine lay where she was and continued to try and catch her breath. She wasn’t sure Stan had ever fucked her that hard before, but she was already craving more.
As Stan began to recover more he realized he had to piss. He was about to use their toilet when he remembered that it was still in the process of being fixed. He decided to go use the family bathroom in the hall. He stripped off the rest of his clothes and put on his robe. He swore he saw Francine moving to play with herself and he felt his cock stiffen a little again. He’d have round two waiting when he got back.
“I’m going to take a piss,” he told her almost as an afterthought. “I’ll be back soon.”
“I’ll be here,” she moaned, and he was certain now she was masturbating.

Hayley woke up in her bed still half dressed. The last thing she remembered was taking a few rips on her bong and then fingering herself. She must have passed out after she came but she knew her father would be home soon. She had to get to the bathroom and get some eyedrops so he wouldn’t see how high she was.
She knew her brother was at some comic book thing until tomorrow and her parents had their own bathroom, so she didn’t see any point in throwing on pants. She tiptoed out of her room wearing just her panties and tank top.
Hayley was still too stoned and groggy to register that the bathroom door was closed because someone was in it. Instead she quietly opened the door and slipped in, closing it behind her. Once she turned around though her mind sharpened quickly as she realized she wasn’t alone in the bathroom. Standing before her, equally as shocked but even less dressed was her father. He had on his robe, but it was wide open, and his hard thick cock was exposed in all its glory. He was almost frozen in shock mid pose.
Stan had pissed and flushed but then stopped to admire himself in the mirror. He had even played with his cock a bit to get it hard as he admired himself. He had been so wrapped up in what he looked like he hadn’t heard her sneak in and had turned to find his daughter half-dressed and staring with bloodshot eyes at his cock.
He knew she was stoned and started to think of a way to use that to secure her silence about what she just saw. As he thought of how to word it though he watched her stiffen like her mother had briefly and then her stare took on a more animalistic look and he realized she must have smelled the cologne.
Stan briefly considered rushing out of there, but he was horny, she wasn’t bad to look at, and he had tried everything else to get her to respect him. Maybe I should fuck some respect into the little hippy slut, he thought as his lust overrode his logic.
“I see how you got mom now,” Hayley whispered seductively as she moved forward and without hesitation reached out to start playing with his cock and balls.
“If you really want to see how I got your mother,” Stan growled back as he reached out and felt his daughters mound through her panties. “Then strip and I’ll give you the same.”
She quickly pulled off her panties and yanked her tank top over her head. Stan stared and got even harder but not just because of her body but also the willingness to respond to his commands. She was finally the subservient daughter he had always wanted, and he was hooked on the feeling like it had been cooked down and shot into his arm.
Stan shrugged off his robe and spun his daughter around. He bent her over the sink counter, so they were both staring in the mirror. He wanted to see her face as he fucked her into submission. With one hand he guided himself to her waiting pussy and with the other he grabbed her hair and made sure she was facing the right angle for him to see.
He watched in amusement as she closed her eyes when he pushed the tip of his cock into her. Then he chuckled as her eyes and mouth shot open when he slammed himself deep into her with one brutal thrust that made everything on the counter shake. She wasn’t his little girl anymore. She was just another cock sleave and he treated her like it.
Stan set an absolutely brutal pace as he began to pound away marveling at how tight she was even though he knew she was a slut. He was pounding away and enjoying the slapping sound his rock-hard abs made when they slapped her ass. If he was being honest with himself Francine had the nicer tits, but Hayley had always had the nicer ass.
The thought of Francine made him remember that not only was she home but if she walked in on this she would lose her shit. Even if he explained the cologne she would still be pissed he fucked their daughter. He knew he had to hurry because every second he spent railing Hayley was a second he risked being caught.
His paranoia ramped up as Hayley first started to grunt along to his pounding and then started to moan louder and louder. He hadn’t cared who had heard Francine screaming but if anyone came to see why Hayley was moaning like a whore he would be exposed.
“Quiet down,” he growled in her ear as he kept up his pace hoping to cum quickly. “I don’t want to get caught balls deep in my little whore daughter.”
“I… don’t… care… who… knows…” she grunted back with the same defiant attitude he was trying to fuck out of her.
Stan tried covering her mouth as he fucked her, but she just moaned louder. It felt like she was actively trying to get them caught and he wasn’t going to allow that. He would teach this little brat a lesson.
He pulled out fast and Hayley immediately got a look of disappointment in her face. She had been enjoying being filled by his thick cock.
“I’m sorry,” she pleaded pathetically. “I’ll be quiet just please fuck me more.”
Stan wasn’t sure if he could trust her to keep quiet but knew of a sure-fire way to ensure she remained silent. He spun her around to face him and forced her to her knees so hard he briefly wondered if he had hurt her.
Hayley knew this position and opened her mouth. Stan didn’t wait and he shoved his cock, still glistening with her pussy juices, into her waiting mouth and then more forcefully down her throat. He held it there for a few moments until Hayley started to struggle to breath then he pulled back a little.
He gripped her head with both hands and began to fuck her face with the same brutal urgency he had been fucking her pussy with. Hayley just let him use her and with no ability to talk back Stan was in heaven.
It wasn’t long before he felt his balls start to tighten and without giving her the slightest warning he thrust deep into her throat again and sent spurt after spurt of hot cum down her throat. She struggled to swallow it all, but her experience paid off and not a single drop was spilled.
“Now get dressed and go get stoned in your room,” he ordered her as he picked up his robe. He felt no need to be tender with her like he was with his wife. She had served her purpose and he was done with her for now.
“Yes daddy,” Hayley said with a slutty smile. She put on her panties and tank top again before sneaking out of the bathroom still wiping her lips.
As soon as she was gone Stan quickly rinsed off his dick and then used some soap and a washcloth to clean his neck. He shuddered to think of what would have happened if Steve or even worse Rodger had come near him and been overcome by the cologne.
He would just have to spray himself again when he was recovered enough to fuck Francine again. Maybe this time I’ll take her ass, he thought with a smirk as he went back to his room and thought over all the possibilities.
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