In My Mouth

“May I have some milk, Dad? I'd like to drink it!” I entreat, looking up as I sit in my chair. The science journal that Dad subscribes to recently had an article about the evolving profile of human semen. Nuts drained often produce differently.

“You read the article, huh, slut?” Dad snickers down at me as he runs his fingers through my hair, and I lick his cock hilt to crown, nodding in response. “All right, fag, since I love you ...” He rolls his hips and slides his cock down, into my lips.

“I won't push it down your throat, but you better appreciate my milk, faggot,” Dad tells me, and I open my mouth as he starts to stroke his massive cock in swift, firm motions. I look up at him, waiting for my Dad to feed me his fresh cream.

“I appreciate it, Dad!” I assure him, lovingly rolling my tongue around his crown. “Thank you for letting me have this!” When the steady pulse of his cock releases the first torrent of cream into my mouth, I close my eyes, let myself taste it.

Dad's milk is creamy and rich, and I swallow happily, smiling while keeping my mouth open. My eyes flutter open and I look up at him, smiling worshipfully at him as he unloads in my mouth. I let him see how much I am enjoying his cream.

“There's a good faggot,” Dad smiles down at me, “Show Dad how much you appreciate his milk in your little slut mouth. You've certainly earned this privilege, though, fag.” I moan softly at the taste of his milk as Dad feeds it to me so directly.

I remain silent, swallowing each time a pulse stretches across my tongue. When the pulsations stop, I stick my tongue out for him, holding it out and bent down as I maintain eye . Dad smiles with delight, using my tongue to cleanse him.

“Such a good little faggot,” Dad praises me, stroking my hair back with his hand, as I sit in my chair in front of him and let him use me without hesitation or complaint. “So, was it good, slut? It looked like you were much enjoying the fresh milk.”

“It was delicious, Dad!” I answer earnestly, licking his cock obediently once more, “You're still so hard, though, Dad. May I be of further service to you?” Dad smirks at me with satisfaction and slaps his cock against the side of my face, just once.

Then he lets me turn my head to his cock and lick him again, watching me worship his cock in idle contentment, waiting. He strokes my hair back out of my face, making sure our eye is uninhibited, like his newfound use of me as a fag.

“Yes, I think that is a good idea,” Dad says, at last, after three strokes of my tongue and two trails of kisses down his rod, with a soft sigh of contentment from him. “I do always need to release at least two loads before dinner, if I'm honest ...”

“You should use me for that from now on, Dad, you shouldn't have to jerk off,” I tell him confidently, and Dad offers me a blindingly bright smile, his teeth gleaming in the artificial light of my bedroom lamp. I know I said something really good.

“Deal, faggot!” Dad says, “Now, I want ...”

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