Dad Breaks Me

For two hours, Mom strokes her cock just enough to maintain the hardness I provided under the dinner table, watching as Dad slams into me. Dad grinds against me, edging us both, denying both of us release, but forcing me to hover at the brink.

“Fucking little whore,” Dad sneers smugly as he continues to pull my hair, though I'm getting used to the pain in my scalp, now, and the occasional spank. “I knew you wouldn't be able to resist. Grind my cock against you just like this, fag, and ...”

He pushes me to the bring, rolling his hips against mine in a hard crash that grinds his entire rod across my prostate. My fingers flex and twitch against the heavy hardwood panel in front of me, my breath steaming the wood nearest my mouth.

“Go ahead and cum, faggot,” Dad continues to sneer with an unbelievable smugness, as he pulls out slow, grinding across, then slams back in once more. My cock pulses involuntarily, and my eyes flutter rapidly shut. I hiss in pleasure as I arch.

“Yes! Dad!” I whimper pleadingly, “Please!” His hand crashes down on my ass, a hard smack that makes my hips jerk and my cock pulse harder. Pleasure and pain intertwine in my rewiring brain as I teeter on the very precipice of my release.

“Now, faggot!” Dad orders sharply, pulling his hips back, then slamming in as hard as he can, “Cum, fag!” Dad breaks me, and I cum literally as he calls me a fag. The first thick white stripe paints the hardwood panel as Dad's hips move faster.

He hammers me violently through my entire orgasm, until a dozen white stripes mark the door in front of me. One hand slides around and he grabs my cock, sliding his fingers up, then brings his hand to my mouth, shoving his fingers into it.

“Eat your own cream, faggot!” Dad orders as his cock pulses harder inside of me. My lips close around his fingers, and as I moan from him continuing to fuck me, I start sucking his fingers. I swallow my own milk, as Dad's fine control fractures.

His thick seed pumps into my ass as he forces me to suck his fingers clean. Mom simply continues to stand, stroking along her thick shaft, enjoying watching Dad wreck me. I shudder as his seed floods my hole, so much that it runs down my ass.

When the pulsing stops, he slides out slow, removing his fingers from my mouth. He shoves me down in front of the door, smirking. “Lick that mess up, faggot. You made a mess of the door and we don't want a faggot's cum staining our doors.”

I obediently run my tongue up the smooth, polished hardwood, licking up my cream and swallowing. It doesn't taste near as good as his, but it isn't too bitter. I guess being fed good, rich cum, may have had an impact on my own milk quality?

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