On My Face

Comfortable in my chair, I arch my spine forward, so as not to hunch while servicing Dad's cock. I slide my lips down him, allowing his meat into my throat, after it crosses my tongue. His sheer girth stretches my lips taut to the point it stings.

Even still, I am in no hurry to remove his shaft from my mouth. Quite the opposite, I'm confident I'll get used to it in time, that my body will adapt to handle it. I moan soft, each time I start sliding my mouth up his shaft, caressing up to his helm.

He moans, as I do, until my tongue grinds against his frenulum, when I reach the crown. His fingers on my head flex and stretch, as he lets himself experience my reverent service. I flex my tongue against his cock as my mouth glides down it.

He sighs in contentment as I start to swallow around his cock the moment his crown enters my throat. I offer him all that I can, everything I know to do for his pleasure, as I feel his thick shaft starting to pulse on my tongue, and inside my throat.

He slides his hand forward, down to the back of my head, pulling my mouth up his cock. His application of force is new, so I freeze, allowing him to take control. He slides my lips up his cock until his shaft leaves my mouth entirely, and grabs it.

Fast, hard strokes on his cock soon lead to Dad's cock releasing a thick jet of cum that hits me in the face. My eyes flutter, maintaining eye contact as Dad holds me in position. One heavy rope of cum after another, Dad buries my face in his cum.

As every strike lands differently but it never hits me in the eye, I realise Dad is aiming with intent. He wants to preserve eye contact. I smile up at him, letting him see it even as more and more of my face vanishes under the dense white coat.

When the last pulse lands, a dozen and a half in all, my face is drenched. I doubt he can see much of anything of my face, except my dark brown eyes looking up at him. He holds my head steady, nevertheless. “Mouth open, slut. Tongue out.”

His word is law, and my mouth opens. My tongue extends, flexing wide, as Dad strokes every millimetre of his cock over my tongue. As Dad cleans his cock with it, I maintain eye contact, feeling him avoiding the crown, yet working toward it.

When his crown brushes down my tongue, he leaves a heavy dollop of his cum on it. My eyes flutter at the taste of him, as more drips from my upper lip onto my tongue. His seed is creamy and dense, and it has a rich and flavourful sweetness.

The article in the science journal Dad subscribes to comes back to my mind. I had been sceptical at the notion. Mogrosides starting to appear in human semen? That would mean humans were intentionally evolving to have better-tasting semen.

Yet the proof was in the cream, Dad's cum was extraordinary in a way I didn't think most men's could have been. He just grinned at my expression. “Good boy, faggot, now rub it in. This milk is rich in nutrients that are very good for your skin.”

Obedience followed in immediate answer, my hands rising. For a few minutes, I rubbed his seed into my face, and also into my hands, in the process. When my face and hands were dry, they felt warm and velvet-soft, and my cheeks became pink.

“Good boy, faggot,” Dad praised affectionately, “I need another round of service from you. Would you be okay with that?” At the question, at his lack of presumption that having serviced him once meant I would again, I simply grinned, nodding.

“Yea, Dad! You bet!” I answer, licking his cock lovingly from hilt to helm, to let Dad know he can count on me for service. I'm somewhat shocked to be so content to service Dad's cock, but I can't deny it. His scent and his taste are both fantastic.

“Thank you, slut,” Dad smiles at me, as he looks down at me, as he considers precisely how he wants to use me for his next round. Having taken him under my own power, and knowing that I can handle his phallic monster, I'm no longer worried.

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Here the story converges in Chapter 13: “Brace, whore,” where Dad fucks my mouth hard.