“Suck, faggot.”

Dad doesn't give me any choice in the matter, his fingers curling into my hair. He pulls my head up and then pulls my face down onto his cock. His thick shaft stretches my lips taut, as he pulls my head all the way down until my lips meet his hilt.

My eyes flutter as my face is brought straight down until all I can see is my Dad's firm skin and the short, wiry hairs at the base of his dick. Not a sight I ever expected to see, especially not with my throat stretched, conforming to housing his rod.

I obediently swallow around him, stroking most of his cock with the muscles of my throat. I grind my tongue against him, caressing and cradling the underside of his shaft. Dad's fingers tighten, pulling my head up, until I can take a deep breath.

“Suck, faggot,” Dad repeats the order, pulling my head down onto his cock again, then pulling it up, “Suck it right, faggot.” I moan softly on my Dad's prick, not taking it out of my mouth as I start bobbing my head, taking it to the hilt each time.

His fingers relax as I show my submission, as I start obediently sucking his cock. I bob my head slow and smooth for him, and soon, one hand leaves my head to rest on the armrest. The other strokes my hair gently as I service my Dad's length.

“That's it, faggot,” Dad praises warmly, lovingly, “That's Daddy's little cock slut. Suck that cock. Show how much you like it, how much you appreciate Daddy letting you suck his dick.” I moan lovingly, offering my Dad pleasurable vibrations.

“This is all you're good for, isn't it, faggot?” Dad questions. I moan softly in acknowledgement, even as my lips slide down to his hilt, then back up until only the crown is in my mouth. I grind my tongue against the sensitive frenulum, then dive.

I can feel his meat opening my throat each time I slide down on his cock, as I look up at him. Dad's face is a mask of warm contentment and satisfaction, but he's not paying me any attention. “Good little faggot. Right where you belong, whore.”

I continue to moan for him, offering sensual vibrations as I work my mouth up and down the length of him. I can feel his heartbeat, the taste of him on my tongue, the pleasant scent of his musk filling my lungs as I continue servicing his cock.

He's too thick for me to smile with his cock in my mouth, and I'm not going to take it out of my mouth until he's finished. Not when he's being so nice and calling me a faggot and a whore. The words he's calling me are making me feel very good.

It seems only fair to return the favour by sucking my Dad's cock, right? His fingers curl in my hair, then relax, stroking my scalp in firm motions that feel nice. Dad's touch is making me purr in contentment as I bob my head on his phallic muscle.

“That's it, that's a good faggot,” Dad praises me, as I feel the first pulse of his cock as my lips reach the hilt, once more, and he sighs with unmistakable contentment. “You're about to make Daddy cum, you little faggot. Get ready to milk my cock.”

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