Balls Deep

I lick slow, my tongue stretched as wide as I can, as I draw my tongue up the underside of Dad's cock. I maintain unbroken eye contact, as I kiss my way down one side of his phallus, turning my head so I can. He moans soft, watching me proudly.

“You are so good, such a good little slut,” Dad growls, the sound low, soft, and warm, in my ears, as I sit quietly and inhale his aromatically warm musk, listening to his pleasure. The taste of him is pleasant on my tongue, in a way I can't describe.

“I am almost ready, whore,” Dad warns me, his words a lustful rumble, “I am going to put it in your mouth. You'll take it.” I answer by moaning soft, sending a vibration up through the tip of my tongue as I grind it against his sensitive frenulum.

The hand on my head flexes and slides forward, cupping the back of my skull, and the lower curve. where it joins my neck. I look up, keeping my eyes on his, servicing him with loving kisses all the way down to his hilt. He watches me, and moans.

When I kiss his crown, Dad uses the hand on my head to drive me down onto it. He rolls his hips, pushing himself past my lips in the same motion. My mouth slides down, until my lower lip touches his balls, and he holds my head down, calmly.

Dad's monstrous phallus pulses hard in my throat, and soon I feel the thick cream flood the lower half of my throat. I press my tongue firmly against the underside, flexing it as best I can, though he's so thick he completely suppresses my tongue.

I swallow around the rest of his cock. Every muscle in most of my throat stroking his cock in waves that roll up toward his crown as it rests deep in my throat. I dare not to moan, with my airways restricted, forcing me to hold my breath on him.

For around two minutes, Dad's dense milk pumps into me, and I swallow to take it into my stomach. He groans, while one strong hand holds my head in place. I don't even try to lift my mouth, I simply savour the moment of servicing his need.

Once the last pulse finishes, I blink up at him. silently questioning, as he hasn't broken eye contact. He holds me down on his meat, even still. I swallow once, then twice, before he slowly starts pulling my mouth up his cock, and I start to moan.

Air vacates my lungs on the way up, trusting that he intends to allow me to breathe. He doesn't take advantage, guiding my mouth up until his cock leaves my throat. I inhale around him, his warm aroma flooding into my ready, empty lungs.

“I will need another round of service from you, faggot,” Dad tells me, as his cock slips up out of my mouth. Dad strokes his fingers through my hair gently, to let me know this is a request, not a demand, nor an application of parental authority.

“Are you willing t-” Dad starts to ask, before I press my tongue to his underside, licking my way back up to the crown. He groans in pleasure as I resume worshipping his meat the way I have been for two whole hours until he put it in my throat.

“Come on, Dad! You need another round, so come on! Let's do this!” I encourage him, and Dad stares at me for one drawn out, almost painful moment. Then his smile broadens into a beaming grin and he laughs, loud and pure and utterly elated.

“So fucking eager, just like a fucking faggot!” Dad laughs joyfully, “All right, slut, I'll give you more cock!”

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