Holstered

Dad continues to use me just the same for what feels like a long time, his thick shaft stretching my lips taut. I moan loud, letting air out of my lungs, each time his hips pull away. I breathe in the aroma of his musk as soon as I can, my eyes up.

He never breaks eye , never hardens his drive or hastens his sway. Dad uses my mouth, just the way he said that he would. He doesn't so much fuck my face as he rides it, the hand on his head holding us both, accommodating his cadence.

The smooth, fluidic in-out-in motion forces my throat to conform to his shape. It stings, but not enough for me to protest, not enough to ask for a break. I swallow when his crown slides down my throat, until his balls rest gently against my chin.

His cock starts to pulse, as I moan while he sways back, keeping his eyes on mine. He doesn't seem to be in much of a rush, if at all. Instead, he simply sighs in contentment, “Do you mind if I holster? You're tight. I'll need to use a bit of force, fag.”

Dad's been so kind and tender, I can't feel good about a refusal, now. He's been true to his word, and if he's ready to blow, I don't know what holster means, in this context, but I moan. I hold up both hands and give him thumb's up, and Dad smiles.

“Thank you, whore,” Dad says, his hand sliding down to one side of my head. He puts his other hand on the other side, and laces his fingers behind the back of my head. Then, as he drives in, he pushes my head down to his hilt using both hands.

Once my lips reach his hilt, Dad's hips tense, and he bucks his hips hard, shoving my head down with the muscles of both arms. My eyes flutter, as his nuts shove into my mouth, and all I can see is the firm skin and the wiry curls at Dad's base.

The hair so close it almost touches my eyes, I shutter both and sit silent in my chair, muffled by his cock. I hold my breath as I start to swallow around his cock. I flex my tongue and discover I can move it a bit, so I start to suck Dad's nuts gently.

“Good slut, very good!” Dad moans above me, enthusiastic at me doing it without being told. I can hardly just let them set ively on my tongue, though, when Dad deserves better. He deserves real service, ardent and committed, proactive.

“That's it, whore, suck my balls and swallow on my cock!” Dad growls low, the sound a soft, warm rumble filling my ears, making me shiver. I can't moan with him this deep, there's nowhere for the air to go even if I wanted to let some of it out.

I can feel his seed pump into the lowest quarter of my throat. I feel as if his crown must practically be at my collarbone, but I'm not about to reach up to check. I keep my hands on his hips, steadying myself, as I service Dad's heavy jewels.

For around two minutes, I have no choice but to hold my breath on him. At the last pulse, he holds my head down firm, even still, until I've swallowed four more times. Then he pulls my hair hard, forcing my head up until his balls slide out.

Then his fingers retreat, allowing me to rise on my own. I moan as I slide up, finally letting air vacate my lungs along the last bit of the journey to air. I inhale sharply through my nose, as soon as I'm able, flooding my lungs anew with his aroma.

I slide up until his cock leaves my mouth completely, fluttering my eyes up at him. My eyes flick down, to the still steel-hard rod in front of me, then back to his face. “Wow, that was ... that was really, really deep, Dad, but ... I really liked it!”

“You did?” he asks, smiling at me like he's delighted to hear it, “I love doing it. It's probably my favourite thing to do in fact, when the time arrives. Your Mom loves doing it, too. I was concerned you wouldn't be comfortable doing it again.”

“It's like a trust exercise,” I answer, “It's me falling into a void of breathless and trusting you will let me have air, again.” Dad chuckles, shaking his head and tousling my hair lovingly before his hand cups my face. One thumb strokes my cheek.

“Never thought about it like that, before, but I guess that's true, too, whore,” Dad praises, “Now, I need another round of service. Are you willing to attend to my cock, again, slut?” I nod immediately, and he slaps his meat on my other cheek.

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