On My Face

My eyes remain on Dad's beautiful, dark brown diamonds, as his cock starts to pulse. I moan loud as I flex my tongue wide against his underside, sending him pleasurable vibrations. Dad continues to watch me, smiling at me, unmistakably proud.

Then the first pulse of his cum jets from his shaft, hitting me in the face. His hand slides down, hooking his fingers around his hilt, aiming. I keep my eyes on him, trusting Dad as he tilts his cock, and each stream of cum in turn lands on my face.

I can feel my face vanishing under the thickness of his cream, yet not a drop lands directly in my eyes. Keeping me able to maintain eye contact, Dad drenches my face in his jism, over the course of a dozen and a half jets and about two minutes.

When the pulsing subsides, he sticks his tongue out and taps it with his free hand. I immediately mirror the act, opening my mouth and stretching my tongue out. Dad smiles at me proudly, stroking his entire cock across my tongue, smoothly.

From the hilt up, to the helm, he saves his crown for last. As his crown slides down over my tongue, he deposits a dollop, the last vestiges of his cream, right on my tongue. Some of the cum on my face drips from my top lip to land on it, as well.

My eyes flutter at the rich sweetness and the dense creaminess of it. It tastes so much better, and feels so much better in texture, than I could've ever imagined. I'd read the article in the science journal that Dad subscribes to, but was sceptical.

“Rub it in, faggot,” Dad tells me, smiling at me brightly when I don't even wait for an explanation before my hands raise, to obey him. “Good, slut. This milk is rich in nutrients. It is good for your health, nutritious for your skin and good to eat.”

It takes me a few minutes, but soon, my face and hands are dry, warm, and velvet-soft. I maintain eye contact throughout, letting him look into my eyes. He cups my face with one hand, once mine leave my face, and his thumb strokes my cheek.

“I will need another round of service, slut,” Dad tells me, looking down at me, before slapping his cock on my other cheek. I run my tongue up his cock, letting him know I am receptive to his need. If he needs to use me, then I want him to do so.

He smiles, ruffling my hair with his hand, and I smile lovingly up at him. Dad has always been an amazing father, so if I can service his needs, why not? He tastes wonderful, has a marvellous aroma, and his milk has scientifically-proven nutrition.

“Are you sure you do not mind servicing my cock, slut?” he asks, seeking confirmation of continued consent, even after I two hours licking his cock. It occurs to me that the two hours is the bit that matters. He's concerned I might just be tired.

“I am, Dad. I have plenty of energy, I can keep going,” I assure him, “Just promise me it won't always be two hours for each round?” Dad grins at me, stroking his jawline and his chin, mischievously pretending that he has to really think about it.

“All right, slut, I'll make you a deal,” he says, “I'll unload as quickly as you earn, most of the time, but when we have time, you'll be servicing cock for literal hours, possibly several, as I exert my full discipline on resisting the temptation to cum.”

“Okay, Dad,” I nod, licking his cock from hilt to helm once more, “How long is the longest you and Mom have ever lasted?” I don't think they have sex with each other. It seems likelier to me that my parents would use shared submissive partners.

“Honestly, overlong is really not generally healthy, anyway. Two hours is around the maximum endurance,” Dad tells me, candidly. “It isn't that I couldn't resist longer, or that your Mom couldn't. It's that there's a point at which it's unhealthy.”

“Four hours for two releases is best for us, but we've been attempting to cut back. Given that you're going to be our fag?” Dad strokes my hair lovingly, “We'll really try very hard to cut back on how long we take so you will still have free time.”

“I think I can speak for your mother as well as myself when I say, we wouldn't want you waking up and spending literally your entire time awake with a cock in your mouth!” Dad laughs, and my cheeks warm, but I nod, much appreciating that.

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