Holstered

“Give it to me, Dad,” I beg, kissing my way down to his hilt, and licking my way back to his crown, grinding my tongue into his sensitive frenulum. His cock pulses hard in answer, as his fingers tighten in my hair. Then he growls and rolls his hips.

Before I can process it, Dad's thick cock slides into my mouth, stretching my lips so taut it stings. If he were any thicker, it would split my lips and draw blood. He pulls my hair as he drives in, and my throat conforms to his cock as it slides into it.

I blink when my Dad bucks his hips and forces his balls into my mouth. I moan, my fingers on his hips flexing and gripping him. He growls with arousal, his entire cock lodged in my throat, pulsing visibly, my throat expanding with each pulse.

“Suck my balls and swallow them, faggot!” Dad orders, and I immediately moan around his cock, swallowing and stroking the entire length with the muscles in my throat. My tongue moves to obediently suck my Dad's nuts, as my brain rewires.

All I can do is hold my breath and service his balls as the first pulse of thick seed pumps into me. My rhythmic swallowing milks my Dad's cock for every drop, as I hold my position, sitting in my chair, leaned forward and letting my Dad use me.

“That's it, you little fucking cum-dump!” Dad growls, “Nothing but a cock-sleeve! Milk Daddy's dick like a good little fag!” My eyes flutter against the wiry hair and firm skin in front of them, as I take it, moaning happily under reprogramming.

For almost two minutes, rivulet after rivulet of his cream pumps into my throat, and I swallow, taking it into my stomach. When he pulls back, I gasp softly for air, and look up, restoring eye contact as he pulls until only the crown is in my lips.

“That's a good faggot,” Dad praises me, and my brain continues to rewire, to rationalise with Amy's reprogramming code in my brain. “I'm going to need more than one release, though, fag. You know what that means, don't you, though, slut?”

It means I have more work to do for my Dad. My own ignored cock remains hard with anticipation, though I'm not even consciously aware of my own hardness, only his, right in my mouth, waiting for me to continue servicing my Dad's need.

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