A quick finish

As John begins slowly working a rhythm, letting your insides stretch to accommodate him, your father begins pulling on the knots tied to your pony tail as he fucks down your throat. Standing still with his cock still embedded to the hilt he begins pulling you up and down his cock the inch or so your neck still painfully moves upward by yanking on the rope your hair.

Still leaning further forward to viciously jam more cock down your throat, your short motion goes from smashed nose to a slightly less smashed nose as your neck is jerked repeatedly by your hair, far more than could possibly be comfortable.

The pain from the **** in your throat and neck seemed almost like a convenient distraction from the pain of John working up speed behind you. You bite on the ring gag and try to imagine yourself somewhere else as your father leans back, still pressing his hips forward into your face, and takes in the subjugation of his dear daughter. He watches John's cock begin thrusting into you with a savage speed as he pulls more insistently on your hair. The sound of your short repetitive gags, punctuated by a soft whimper as John's balls slap into your ass, quickly send your father over the edge.

He continues to use to the rope attached to your hair to milk his cock as he begins shooting down your throat without warning. You **** and attempt to swallow as best you can around him. Your neck finally gets a small chance to relax as he pulls back to milk the last bit into your ring gag by hand, since you can't suck it out yourself.

As he wipes the last drop off the tip of his cock, directly on your exposed tongue, and lets go of the rope for the first time. As your head drops below the line of being parallel to the floor, most of the cum still in your open mouth to falls quickly to the carpet. You struggle painfully to keep your neck high enough to keep the rest from running out while desperately trying to swallow it by pulling it back with your tongue, unable to close your mouth or toss it back far enough. Your father doesn't notice your predicament or the spilled medicine as he looks with surprise at the clock on the wall.

"Shit! John! We're already late to the meeting! Hurry up okay?" Your father yells to him as he begins heading off, tucking away his cock. John begins picking up an even more frantic pace into your asshole as he begins to hurry himself along as well. The puddle on your tongue you can't quite get down becomes the least of your worries.

After what feels like another eternity of pounding from John's massive cock, he finally pulls out and hops down from the table to in front of you. Obviously unable to squeeze through your ring gag he begins aiming the head into the comparatively tiny head of your mouth while furiously jacking himself off.

Your father wasn't lying about the dose size as John begins jetting what feels like a firehose of cum at the back of your throat. You try to shovel as much as you can down your throat with your tongue as his aim gets wild, several shots miss entirely as his aim shakes with his orgasm. Enough for a rather large regular facial is sprayed across your face, coincidentally hitting you in both eyes, before he adjusts to release the rest back into your useless open mouth.

John finishes tugging out the last bits, wiping them on the edge of your mouth as you try to hold your head back as far as you can to swallow it, or at least keep it from running out. John scurries off to join your father while you try to get the remainder of the cum pool on your tongue down your throat.

You are suddenly very aware they have left you alone, tied up and now blind, in the middle of this busy office building. You hear several people shuffling past you as you writhe meekly. You try a weak call for help and someone pauses to jam something into your ass, leaving it there before continuing along. You struggle against your bonds but only seem to make them tighter.

You try to make peace with your position as a piece of furniture. Well what now?