A Cock Cleaner at Globex

"How about I try to pull some strings and get you hired as a professional cock cleaner down at my company building?" Your father decides, thinking back to how the men down the street all gushed about your passion for this type of work, especially now that you're already eagerly lapping at his recently spent member, before he stashes it in your throat for a holster before you go inside. "How does that sound, pumpkin?"

You make an eager sound of happiness into his pelvis and happily tongue at his balls, hoping that you won't regret this decision once you sober up, as well and hoping he freshens up your buzz. As though he read your mind, the flaccid penis between you lips suddenly springs to life with a sudden torrent to the back of your throat, nearly making you choke before you quickly get the hang of gulping down his sudden offering.

"Since you're already drunk, I'll guess I can give it to you just this once, and we'll just keep this between us. But don't tell your mother," your father says with a sly wink, mostly worried that his recovering wife would get jealous and relapse on her own addiction after only just kicking the habit. He beams down at you as you smile up at him from below, your eyes beginning to glaze over more and more with each successive swallow from the tip of his cock, savoring each splash of your tongue before flushing it down.

"But they aren't going to want you drunk on piss while you're at work, ya know?" he muses, even as he continues to empty his bladder between your expanding cheeks, barely conscious enough to swallow it down in one huge gulp before spilling it all. "You're going to need to sober up for a few days and learn how to clean cocks like a professional, think you can do that sweetie?" he looks down at you as he asks, but you've already passed out completely, the last trickles of his offering still lingering on your tongue as you dream of even more brutal gangbangs.

"Aw, all tuckered out, huh? Let's get you inside," he croons, hugging his chest to yours while pinning your arms to your sides, slinging your legs over his shoulder so he can bring you inside without taking his cock out of your mouth, so you don't give away that you're drunk, especially now that his erection is beginning to return. It begins to piston in and out of your unconscious throat with every step as he walks into the house, trying to sneak you up into bed.

"Guh! Oh, hey dad!" Peter exclaims as his father suddenly bursts into the living room, pausing his own bathroom break into his mother's mouth so her loud gulping doesn't give them away. He's been chugging soda and energy drinks all day, mostly at his drunken mother's insistence, wanting to enjoy her night as much as possible while her husband was out searching for you. They pretend to be doing a simple blowjob donation as he begins taking you to the stairs.

"Sarah's all right, she found some nice fellows to give her a few donations and got a bit sleepy on the drive home, I'm just gonna take fix her one last dose and take her to bed! Didn't mean to interrupt!" He exclaims, happy to see the two of them getting along so well that he didn't have to ask his son to take care of Martha for him tonight.

"MMmm-Phhhfff!" You mother exclaims from around Peter's cock as he begins yanking her head up and down his shaft by the hair, trying to appear casual. Your slack jaw oozes a nonstop waterfall of dredged up throat-slime and unswallowed piss down your face and into your hair as your father pounds into your welcoming throat intentionally harder with each step, already getting excited to brutalize you even more.

"So mom can sleep in my room tonight then!" Pete shouts as your father makes it clear that he'll likely be sleeping with his cock buried in your throat and wanting to do the same with your mother. Especially as his belly still swirls with the amount of liquid she made him consume tonight and determined to get her to gulp down the equivalent amount.

Your father takes you to lays you on the bed and leaves your head laying over the edge to take full advantage of his daughter's throat as the perfect pliant sextoy, trying to see how much you can take without waking you up.

Considering everything you been through today, nothing seems to do it, so he spends the next hour or so trying to make the lump in your throat stick out as much as possible while mauling your tits and twisting your nipples, but your regular squirting orgasms, even in your sleep, have him convinced you're at least enjoying it.

He edges himself by rubbing his balls on your face while fucking your throat, but after a while it's finally too much for your father, giving his beloved daughter one more injection of lifesaving medicine by ejaculating it down her unconscious throat, his twitching testicles laying on your closed eyes as he force-feeds you their contents in your sleep.

You wake up just enough to dutifully him clean again one last time after he finishes leaving a large donation in your stomach, quickly beginning to go to sleep on top of you. You make sure your favorite cock in the entire world is perfectly spotless before sliding it back down your throat for the night, feeling more comfortable with it in your mouth than out at this point. You try to coax out one last erection with your tongue but get rewarded with a torrent of fresh piss as daddy uses you as a urinal one last time before falling asleep to the sounds of your gentle gulping, swallowing everything down before doing the same.