“Worship it, slut,”

Dad commands, and I nod in submission, as he continues, “Keep me out of your mouth, this time. Show me you can force me to cum without that. Show me I raised the world's top little slut.” I feel teased, tormented, and challenged, all at once.

I flex my tongue wide, pressing as hard as I can against as much of the base of his cock as I can. My hands lift, one to Dad's hips and the other to hook fingers around his hilt. I won't be taking it in my mouth, and so my fingers can't be in the way.

“Ohh,” I moan, as my tongue reaches his crown and I grind the tip against his sensitive frenulum, murmuring against him, as I look up, maintaining eye contact. “You want me to seduce you, tempt you until you just grab me, take me, ruin me?”

I nip Dad's cock gently, brushing my teeth sensually across his underside, just below the frenulum. Dad growls low, while my eyes remain riveted to his. The sound is low and warm, but coloured with more than just an affection for his firstborn.

I am not merely his son, anymore. As far as Dad is concerned, I am also a whore on my knees, exactly where I was always meant to be. Focused on his arousal and need, I try to think of what he could like, how to, potentially, be more seductive.

Knowing none of Dad's salacious, debauched secrets, I can only note he seems to like me on my knees. I moan delicately, as my lips traverse his cock, a trail of kisses to the hilt. “You like this, knowing the best faggot you've ever had is ... me?”

“Knowing from now on you can just walk into your son's bedroom when you get home,” I murmur, flexing my tongue as wide as I can on his underside, licking a lethargic path up his cock, “tell him to pause his game and suck your cock, now?”

“Oh, fuck ... you fucking little ... !” Dad swears under his breath, the sound halfway between growl and hiss, as he forces himself to maintain eye contact with me. I flutter my eyes up at him, doing my level best to be even more seductive now.

“You'd pause your game to suck my cock, slut?” Dad growls the words out, but the answer he wants is unmistakable now. In answer, I smile, and I make him wait. I torment him, humming as if I have to think about it, kissing my way down him.

“Answer me, you little ... !”

“Of course I would, Dad,” I murmur against his hilt, turning my head to restore eye contact. I flex my tongue wide against his underside, showing him pure submission, devotion. I draw my tongue up his cock once more, licking as slowly as I can.

“You taste wonderful, I love your scent,” I murmur, kissing his crown, lavishing kisses all around the helm as my eyes are riveted on his, “Your cock is so beautiful, so much better than any video game. I'd worship this anytime you want, Dad ...”

“Fuck,” Dad bites his lower lip, his hands flexing like he wants to snatch my hair and ruin me with the most brutal, most relentless skull fuck in history, “You ... you fucking little ... faggot ... slut!” I can see him struggling to resist temptation.

“Am I tempting you, Dad?” I murmur, “Am I doing a good job, Dad? I just wanna be a good little cock slut for you, Dad ...” Dark brown irises remain focused on my own, offering only a low growl coloured with pain as his cock strains before me.

“You are, slut,” Dad forces the words from his mouth, in a low, warm, aching rumble, “all of the above!” I smile up at him, kissing a trail down his cock once more. Then I draw as much of my tongue up him as I can, once more, before Dad snaps.

“Fuck ... fuck it!” Dad snatches my hair in both hands, scowling down at me with lust, “You get one last request, whore!” My eyes flutter as I draw my tongue around Dad's crown, reverent as I lick my way around, grind against his frenulum.

“Holster yourself again, Dad!” I murmur.

“I wasn't gonna give you a choice in that, anyway, faggot!” he answers, before he wrenches my hair and forces my head down on his cock. My eyes flutter and my hands shift fast to steady myself with my fingers gripping against Dad's hips.

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