Not quite so easy

As you continue your enthusiastic throat job for another several minutes, the man begins to laugh a bit again. You begin wondering if your efforts are even having an effect. Does he only cum when he wants to? You crane your head slightly to the right with the man's cock in your throat to see if your father looks like he might be open to letting you stop, but the group through the window has apparently found some lady to donate to, already air tight with your father in her mouth.

This quick glance turns out to be a catastrophic mistake for you, as the man manages to snag a hunk of your hair with his hand still bound to his sides by the wrist. You gag violently for the first time as you yank your head back sharply to try to free yourself, but only tear at your own hair as he grips tightly; the binding on his wrist now holding you down as well.

You whimper and flail as you tug against him, trying to make enough noise to alert your father, who is still violating the throat of his own random woman. He either can't hear your gags or can't tell the difference between your and hers. Or he just doesn't care. You begin to struggle harder to free yourself, or at least dislodge his cock, at the expense of a few hairs.

This too proves to be a mistake as his other hand manages to snag a handful of its own, centering your head in front of him and further reducing your ability to move. He grips you tightly as you try to pull yourself backwards and away from him, still gagging violently around his cock, but you can't move an inch. You haven't had a breath since he got hold of you, so you try to relax as much as you can so you can draw breath as you did before.

"There, that's much better," the man says, abruptly filling your throat with cum as you begin to calm down. You gag again at this and it begins to shoot out of your nose, removing last option of breath. You begin to panic again and he relaxes his arms, but not his grip, to allow you to dislodge the inch or so you can before his restraints hold you back, then pulling you down by the hair with as much **** as he can muster.

As he begins to repeat this several times, all the while shooting cum down your throat, the gurney begins to rock more and more with each pull. He begins to time his pulling you down to maximize the amount of rocking. His hot medicine continues to flow down your throat and occasionally out of your mouth and nose as you gag, dripping off your tits and covering your body in a tsunami of seed.

You think the loud clanking of the gurney might finally get your father's attention, not realizing the further danger you're putting yourself in until its too late. Suddenly your pulling gives way more than you expect and his body begins rapidly moving closer to you as he tips towards you.

You only have a moment to panic before you're violently shoved to the floor with his body following quickly behind. The weight of the portable bed and his muscular body come to a rest on top of you, with most of the **** seeming to go straight to the cock in your throat. The air would have been knocked out of you, had you any left, so more of his copious ejaculate is ejected from you instead.

"Told you I'd drown you in cum," he says, then finally grunts with a legitimate orgasm as he shoots even more into your stomach as you are pinned down.

You begin to pass out, finally hearing the a door open in the distance as your mind fades...