Phone a friend

You keep your eyes tightly shut as you picture yourself in a sunny meadow on a warm spring day, rather than tied to a desk with your father's balls laying gently on your eyelids. You hope for him to quickly start losing his erection, as he frequently does when he wants to "donate" while too distracted by television or whatever to pay attention, but unfortunately you hear the loud sound of a woman suddenly moaning in ecstasy, followed by frantic fumbling to mute the laptop speakers.

Your father clears his throat loudly and awkwardly as the moaning gets quieter until it's completely silent again. Guess this is the "work" he has to do today. You decide to ignore it and continue trying to zone out, but you can't help but notice how stiff his cock lodged in your throat remains, even though he makes no attempt to thrust into you.

You concentrate on your breathing for what could be five minutes or more than an hour for all you can tell. Just the steady pulse of his throbbing meat, occasionally interrupted by a tweak of your nipples, making you jump so he knows you're still conscious. You begin wishing he would just brutally fuck your skull already just to get this **** over with.

The phone beside you suddenly begins vibrating and playing a jaunty tune, surprising you both. Your father quickly looks at the phone then answers it.

"Hey, John! Yeah.... Yeah.... I called in today. Heh, found something more fun to do... Yeah, I know we were gonna! But check this out."

Your father pulls the phone away from his ear and begins roughly grabbing his cock while still in your throat. You hear the click of an artificial camera shutter above you before the conversation resumes.

"Haha! Right?.... Yeah, I just told her we needed to work on her gag reflex.... I know! Works every time!.... Yeah, of course you can come help!...... Uh-huh...... Yeah, we can do that too.... Hahaha! We'll make it fit, don't you worry!.... Nah, she won't break. Trust me, she can take it.... Yeah sure! See you in a few."

Your father hangs up the phone and puts it back down beside you before talking to you as though you hadn't just heard the bulk of their conversation. "My friend John is coming over to drop off some stuff from work, and good news! I think he wants to make a donation!"

You attempt to voice a complaint about this, but your whines only serve to pleasantly reverberate through his cock, making him throb harder in your esophagus. He takes the opportunity to roughly hump into your face, taking care not to disturb the warm laptop on your belly. A waterfall of accumulated drool falls into your nose once again, but you try not to struggle and hope he stops or cums.

After a minute of this he resumes his pornography and gentle stretching out in your throat, allowing you to blow your nose clean and breathe once again. You're beginning to feel lightheaded.

Another eternity passes before he tweaks a nipple again, still eliciting a reaction from you, but only barely. He begins wondering if you could use a break when a knock rings out on the office door.

"Come in!" Your father shouts.