In My Mouth

My mind focused, time feels like it rolls past me, a wordless procession as I sit in my chair. Bobbing my head on Dad's cock, my throat conforms to the shape of him, as I focus on skilful service. I swallow, each time my lips arrive at Dad's thick hilt.

I moan as I rise, letting air out of my lungs as I head toward my next breath. I inhale the aroma of his musk, just as soon as his cock leaves my throat. I breathe in slow and smooth, while my lips work their way up until they wrap around his helm.

I grind the tip of my tongue against his frenulum, then circle the mushroom cap. As I descend, still breathing in slowly, my tongue flexes wide, as his cock suppresses it. I hold my breath and start to swallow when his crown drives into my throat.

I keep my eyes riveted to his at every moment, watching him smile down at me with a mix of lust, need, and pride. Strong fingers flex against my head, massaging my scalp, even as Dad starts to pulse. “Stop on my command, slut. I'm close, now.”

I moan in answer as my mouth slides up once more. I love the taste of his cock, the feel of him in my mouth as I take him, the way he watches me. The scent in my nostrils is aromatic and wonderful, making it more pleasant to breathe him in.

“Freeze, whore,” Dad commands, as my lips reach the underside of his helm. All motion ceases instantly, as I stare up into his eyes. He smiles, cupping the top of my head, resting his hand there, as the first pulse of his cream lands on my tongue.

My eyes widen, at the rich sweetness, the creamy texture, the sheer heaviness of it. Dad grins at me, because we both read that article in the science journal he subscribes to. I simply had been sceptical, and Dad had assured me it was accurate.

He had not told me that he was one of the men who had the related condition that meant he produced milk. I moan softly, swallowing Dad's cream as the second pulse hits my tongue. Nine times, I swallow at every other shot of cum that lands.

“I suppose I don't need to ask if you enjoyed drinking my milk, slut,” Dad smirks down at me smugly, “You clearly could not wait to swallow. Good, too, because your mouth would have overflowed. I would be disappointed if you'd wasted it.”

“Thank you, Dad,” I answer, brushing my tongue along his crown as he slides his hand up his cock, ensuring I get the last of his milk. I lick it from the slit, and swallow happily. He ruffles my hair, the same affectionate gesture he's always used.

It feels more intimate now, him speaking to me the way he is, his crown nestled inside my lips. I moan softly on his meat, before he pulls back slowly, drawing himself out. “I always need two rounds of service. Are you interested in continuing?”

“Some sluts are satisfied with one load. I am hoping you are not one of them,” he says, and I grin up at him, licking his rod to let him know exactly where I stand on the matter. “Good boy, sweet whore. I will use you however I see fit, then, slut.”

That works for me, so I simply sit in my chair, leaning back against the backrest, and let Dad decide how he wants to use me. My body is for him, right now, and while I can tell he wants my mouth, it's going to be his call exactly how that goes.

Author's Note:
Please click LIKE if you are enjoying these chapters.