Holstered

For two hours on my knees, my sole attention is on Dad's cock, and staring up into his eyes. Irises as beautiful as a dark brown diamond remain riveted to mine as he strokes my scalp, holding my head in the position of his desired service.

I would bite my lip, but my lips are pressed to his cock in a trail of kisses, every few breaths. He offers a growl, soft and warm, as my mouth travels down one side of his phallus, kissing my way to his hilt, smiling at me even as he's growling.

I flex my tongue wide, pressing as much as I can to his cock as I draw it back up. Dad moans softly, murmuring to tell me what a good faggot I am, how proud of me he is. I keep my eyes up on him, seeing the pride in his eyes as he watches me.

I moan in answer, offering sensual vibrations as I grind the tip of my tongue against his sensitive frenulum. Dad growls in response, the sound a rumble of yearning and warmth. He pulses against my tongue, and his fingers tangle into my hair.

He watches me lick a path up his underside one last time, along his pulsing cock. This time, when I kiss his crown, Dad's muscles tense, and he pushes my head down. The thick length of him stretches my lips taut, and he drives me to the hilt.

He doesn't stop there, though. One final, forceful shove, and a buck of his hips, and he forces his nuts into my mouth. My jaw stretches wide, somewhere between a stinging sensation and genuine pain. I groan, as his hilt lodges into my throat.

My lungs filled with the scent of his musk, I start to suck Dad's balls before he can tell me to. I swallow around him, every muscle in my throat stroking his meat from hilt to helm. I can only hold my breath, as his first jet of cum pumps into me.

His rich, thick cream surges into the bottom quarter of my throat, as I swallow around his pulsing meat. He holds me firm, forcing me to hold my breath for around two minutes, through a dozen and a half pulses of cream flooding into my throat.

His cock forced so deep, I cannot look into his eyes, I can see only the wiry curls and firm skin at the base of his cock. Hairs so close they might get directly into my eyes, I shutter them quickly, and simply kneel with Dad's cock holstered wholly.

I cannot risk a moan, until the pulsation subsides, and he starts to pull my head up. I moan, once his balls leave my mouth, and my lips start up his phallus, dragged by his hand in my hair. As soon as I can, I look up, restoring eye contact with Dad.

He smiles immediately, bright with delight, at how fast I seek out renewed eye contact. Dad pulls my hair until my throat's clear, and I gasp for air. He guides me up until his cock slides out of my mouth completely, as if he hadn't been holstered.

“You took that so well, faggot,” Dad says, “You trusted me implicitly, didn't you, slut?” The smile on his face brightens to a beaming grin of satisfaction when I hum a confirmation, smiling up as I catch my breath, and his teeth gleam in the light.

“I am going to use you to service me again,” Dad tells me, “just for that, though, I am going to not only let you catch your breath, I am going to let you make a request. Tell me how you want me to use you for my pleasure, next, little whore.”

“What are my options, Dad?” I ask, and he smiles, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

“You can worship my cock again, as you did, or you can suck my cock,” he says, while guiding me back so he can stand up, still smiling at me. “Or you can surrender control, and I can ride your mouth slow, or fuck your mouth as hard as I please.”

“Hmm,” I moan softly as I lick his cock, still steel-hard and proud before my face, “I think I'd like to ...”

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