As Promised

As his cock pulses, after another hour of him ploughing my throat, my eyes flutter open. Dad's nuts slap against my eyes and I wince faintly, but he doesn't slow down. Rather he picks up the pace, forcing himself to ram even faster, far harder.

When his hips slam forward so hard his nuts slide into my mouth, he grips my head tight. Holstered and pulsing inside of my throat, I swallow on Dad's cock. I moan gently, offering him sensual vibrations in appreciation while sucking his nuts.

Dad's dense cream pumps into my throat in long, heavy rivers, as I swallow between every pulse of his meat. His milk fills the bottom of my throat with every pulse, giving me little choice but to swallow and take his release straight to my belly.

“That's it, faggot, milk my cock!” Dad growls with need, as I hold onto his thighs, my mouth stretched taut around his rod. His balls tighten and relax on my tongue as his second load drains out of him. It's all I can do to hold my breath and take it.

When the pulses finally abate, Dad's hips pull back as his hands clamp on my head so he doesn't drag me from the sofa in the process. I watch as his balls sway back into view, followed by more and more of Dad's thick phallus, until it stands free.

I inhale sharply, flooding my lungs with a fresh renewal of his musk, swallowing again and licking my lips. Dad looks down at me with his cock between us, then snaps his fingers. “Roll over. I need to dry my dick off and your hair is my cock rag.”

I roll over obediently, dipping my chin. Dad slides his cock into my hair and grabs it, using my hair to dry his cock and his nuts. Then his hand settles on my head and he tousles my hair. “Good faggot. I am so proud you're such a good little slut.”

“I'm glad I could serve you, Dad,” I answer, smiling up at him as I lift my chin to let me make eye contact. He smirks a little and brushes the back of his hand across my cheek. I sigh softly and he turns his hand around, cupping my face tenderly.

“So, whose cock do you enjoy the most?” Dad asks as I lean my face submissively into his touch, “Mine, or your mother's?” I blink and look up at him, and he grins, his chest shaking a little before he can't hold it in, chuckling loudly down at me.

“I'm kidding. I know a faggot like you just loves all cock equally, fucking little whore,” he laughs, and my cheeks stain red, because Dad isn't wrong. “You like being treated like this. Anyhow, it's near dinner time. Could you take two more loads?”

“Do I have a choice, Dad?” I ask, and he smirks smugly, shaking his head. “Then I'm starving and can absolutely take two more loads!” Dad grins at me and laughs, shaking his head. He tousles my hair, then motions me to get to the kitchen now.

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