“Let me ride that mouth, whore.”

“Are you sure it'll fit, Dad?” I ask, and he strokes my hair back out of my face. He brushes his fingers across my cheek, then slides them back into my hair. His fingers curl, as I flex my tongue wide and lick my way up the underside of his thick rod.

“I promise it will, faggot,” Dad tells me calmly, “and I promise to be gentle while I use you.” I look up at him, softly kissing the crown of his cock. He waits for me to consent, and I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the scent of Dad's musk.

When I nod, he pushes my head down onto his cock. His crown forces my lips to part, sliding in and completely filling my mouth. Dad doesn't hesitate, doesn't slow down, but he doesn't speed up, either. He continues pushing my head onto him.

His thick cock slides into my mouth, as his crown forces into my throat. My eyes widen a little as I watch more and more of Dad's cock vanishing from my vision. As my lips stretch so taut it stings, I can feel him stretching my throat around it.

I blink in shocked disbelief as my lips reach his hilt, as his wiry curls and the firm skin at his hilt are so close to my eyes. My lower lip brushing against Dad's sac, my hands quickly lift up and I grab at his hips, as Dad moans softly in pleasure.

“See, whore?” Dad says, and I moan around his cock to show my appreciation for being called a whore, offering him up pleasurable vibrations. “That's it. Moan on my cock like the cocksucking faggot you are, slut.” I answer him by moaning.

He slides his hips back, sliding withdrawing his cock from my throat, from my mouth. His hips sway until only the crown remains in my mouth, and he pauses there. He strokes my hair. “Breathe in, when this is all that you have in your mouth.”

I breathe in, and as soon as I start to inhale, flooding my lungs with his scent, Dad glides back into me. His hips push, until my inhalation is forced to end because of his cock driving into my throat. I hold my breath obediently, sucking on his rod.

“That's it, faggot, there's a good slut,” Dad praises me calmly, his hips swaying forward until his balls touch my lower lip, once more. “Swallow, now, when you feel my balls against your chin. Moan for me, while I'm pulling my cock out of you.”

I realise Dad is assuming that I have never sucked a cock before — not inaccurate, as I have no recollection of doing so — and is teaching me how. He holds his position until I swallow as commanded, then slowly starts to withdraw, as I moan.

By the time his crown reaches my mouth, my lungs are empty, perfectly ready for me to breathe in. I inhale, faster than before, and Dad thrusts to the hilt, at the same slow, relaxed pace. The stretch stings, but Dad is gentle, just as promised.

I suck lovingly on Dad's cock as he drives it in, flexing my suppressed tongue against his underside. When I feel his nuts touch my chin, I swallow immediately, and he starts to withdraw. I moan around him, vibrating his meat as it slides back.

The rhythm is comfortable, even pleasant, and Dad's hand on my head flexes. I can feel his fingers stretching, relaxing on my head, as his hips continue to move. His palm cups gently, no longer holding me, exactly, just there to help me take it.

“There, faggot,” Dad moans softly as his hips sway into my mouth, as my throat stretches to conform to the thick length of his phallic muscle. “There's a good little fag, taking it just like you're meant to.” I moan lovingly while his hips sway away.

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