On My Face

Dad's hand on my head holds me steady, as his cock in my mouth stretches my lips taut. Even still, his pace remains slow and his motions smooth, gentle, only ever riding my mouth, never slamming. His control, though, his control amazes me.

His cock fits perfectly in my mouth, my throat conforms to his shape, but his control makes me realise I was never in any real danger. The fluidic movement of his hips tells me what I need to know. He could fuck my mouth hard and I'd be fine.

He didn't try to convince me, though, and he didn't make me feel dumb for being worried by his massivity. Dad recognised that his cock is intimidatingly large, promised to be gentle, and then kept his promise exactly and without any complaint.

That tells me all I need to know about Dad as someone who will use me. His phallus is monstrous, indeed, but I am entirely safe on it. The way he is using me now serves as a veritable guarantee that it would be implausible that he would harm me.

When his cock starts to pulse, Dad doesn't stop the movement of his hips. He continues to ride me, driving in to the hilt on four more swaying movements, before he slides his shaft completely out of my mouth. “Close your eyes for me now, slut.”

My eyes snap shut immediately, obediently. A few heartbeats later, the first jet of Dad's seed lands on my face, striping me from my hairline down to my jawline. As I sit nude, I tilt my face up to him and smile, allowing his cream to cover my face.

His seed buries my features under a dense white coat, like painting a barren wall. I simply smile, holding my position, and allowing it. A dozen and a half times, I feel a strip of his release land on my face, before the rhythmic pulsations conclude.

“Open your mouth and hold out your tongue, fag,” Dad commands firmly, but his tone is affectionate. I obey him, quickly, and feel him stroking his cock across my tongue, repeatedly. I realise swiftly, Dad is using my tongue to clean off his cock.

He saves the crown until last, drawing it smoothly across my tongue. As he leaves a dollop of his cream on my tongue, the cum on my face drips onto my tongue.I moan, involuntarily, as the flavourful sweetness registers within my taste buds.

His cum is heavy, rich, and creamy, and I swallow, leaving my mouth open so he can see his milk vanishing into my throat. I can hear him sigh with satisfaction, before he says anything else to me. “Rub my cream into your face. It's good for you.”

As always, I obey Dad's instructions. He's never led me astray, and never let me down, not once in my life. I'm inclined to trust him, but I've also read the same articles he has in the science journals that he subscribes to. That's our shared hobby.

One of them, at least. I rub his cream in, though it takes a few minutes for me to finish, leaving my face and hands dry and velvet-soft. My eyes open, focusing immediately on him stroking his thick cock right in front of my face, just for a second.

Then my eyes lift, and renew eye contact. Dad smiles at me, “You did remarkably well, slut. I am incredibly proud of you. I'm going to need a second round of service, however. Only if you are willing, though. I won't force you, or demand you.”

“I'm willing, Dad!” I assure him, “Let's do this!”

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