Kind of pisses you off a little, don’t it? Me slappin’ your face with my sweaty, cum-dried cock while you’re bound and ball-gagged so you can’t even enjoy the taste of it. You want me to take that gag out and force feed my meat down your throat, don’t you, cocksucker?
Too fuckin’ bad.
I walk over to the kitchen sink and rinse my hands off. My cock hard against the cool kitchen cabinetry. I hear you strugglin’ in the chair. Now why you want to do that?
“Shut the fuck up!” I bark without looking.
You are quiet again. Good boy.
After all, you’re the one who asked me over to your house, beggin’ me to give it to you, which you may recall, I did, then sitting provocatively at your kitchen table in your tighty-whities with your fat boner pushin’ against the cotton on your hip and you all strong and fit. And I’m just past middle-age, a graying overstuffed bear,daddy you could easily have stopped from getting out the rope and the ballgag and binding you up like a helpless bitch.
But you didn’t stop me, did you? So quit your struggling.
I dry my hands on your kitchen towel. Nice towels. In fact, very nice kitchen. What are you some kind of upper middle class pampered brat with your marble counters and your coffee press? I see you lookin’ all concerned at the kitchen towel crumpled in my hand. I rub the towel up my arm into my armpit and wipe the sweat there, slowly absorbing the stink from our little previous workout.
You groan. You like that, huh?
“Nice towels,” I say.
I bring the towel back behind me and half-turn so you can watch while I scrub my asscrack with your fancy Egyptian fuck 200 count whatever the hell towel. A little cry comes up from your throat, but at the same time I see your cock twitch in your briefs.
“Uh huh,” I grunt.
I bring the towel around to my crotch and begin rubbing my funky sweat and cum all over it, all the messy manly smells and soaks from when I fucked you before I tied you up, sittin’ so cocky at your kitchen table. When I’m done, your kitchen towel ain’t so pretty anymore.
“Uh oh,” I say.
You’re breathing kind of hard there, boy. Are you concerned for your expensive kitchen towel or are you so turned on you don’t give a fuck? Or are you going to keep this towel just the way it is. Treasure it. Maybe tuck it up under your pillow so, days later, when you’re horny and watching some Xtube daddy spank the fuck out of someone, you’ll sneak it out and put it to your nose and lips and breathe deep and tongue it while you jack off, squirming wildly on the bed.
I walk over to you and shove the funky, dirty towel against your face, rubbin’ it in harshly. You groan and this time I can tell it’s pure pleasure as you sniff deep and try hard to get your lips and tongue around that ballgag - your little whines and you struggling against the ropes – makes me almost feel sorry for you, boy.
“I’m going to untie your gag,” I say. “But you aren’t going to make a sound when I do or so help me Christ I’ll make you pay and not in a way you’ll like, fucker.”
Shovin’ the towel up into my armpit again, I walk behind your chair and untie your ballgag. You make a sound as your mouth stretches to get the gag out, but you are obedient. Your obedience makes my cock twitch. I toss the ballgag onto the table. Stuff the towel into your mouth. Your eyes close and you make those little sucking sounds as you try to drink every bit of my ass and crotch and armpit funk out of that towel.
“Good boy,” I say. “Nurse on that a while.”
I’m starin’ at your tight blonde crewcut. Your icy eyes. The muscle bulge of your shoulders. The ropes binding your arms behind the chair and your legs to the chair legs. The bulge of your big young balls and the push of your fat dick in your tighty-whities. Your little mouth workin’ hard on that funked-up towel. You’re a fuckin’ sight, for sure.
There’s nothing left to do but give it up to you, boy.
I grab the back of the chair and brace my foot on the chair leg, tilting you back. You make a sound of being shocked.
“Don’t worry, little girl,” I growl, “I won’t scuff your fuckin’ parquet floor.”
I tilt you back all the way till your back and head are on the floor. Your legs are still tied to the chair, so your feet stick out all soft and white and vulnerable. I walk around and stand between your feet, your eyes following me all the way. My hands on my hips, I stare at your beautiful willing body below me. My cock throbs out in front of me.
I step forward until my cock rides up the sole of your right foot. You groan long and low as I dry hump it. It feels real good, my boner ridin’ up and down against the soft pads of your foot and my hand goes to the arch of your foot to apply pressure. Your toes wriggle and press into my belly with every thrust of my hips; my balls squish their huge hairy sack against your heel.
“Ung,” I moan. “Damn.”
You start working your foot as best you can, turning it sideways so my cock presses against the bone on the side and it’s great pressure and my cock is full throttle now and could cum at any moment, so I’m being careful to give it just how much I want but not too much.
I feel the sweat trickling down my back and down into my buttcrack. I feel it in my chest hair and on my belly. I’m foot fuckin’ you while you squirm, moaning into the towel stuffed into your mouth. On your hip, at the tip of the bulge of your dick, the white cotton briefs have a large wet stain from the precum your monster cock is droolin’. My cock is doin’ some slobberin’ too… all over the sole of your foot. Each time I bring my hips back, the foreskin rides up and squeezes out another bead of manjuice. The sole of your foot is getting sloppy.
“Fuck this, boy,” I say, stepping away. “We need to get some business done.”
I walk back over and grab the towel from out your mouth and toss it onto the table. You lick your lips, trying to bring some moisture back to them. My dick bounces right above your head and I can see your eyes greedily devouring every inch of it. You want it so bad.
I turn around and kneel down on the floor, my back to the top of your head. Then I lean my ass back and sit directly on your face. You tilt your face back a bit to receive it. Your tongue is immediately in my butt crack, wriggling and lapping and trying to get deeper. My balls are resting on your forehead. I rock a little back and forth and I can feel your nose up my buttcrack, rubbing at my asshole pucker.
“Fuck!” I bark.
Feels incredible, getting licked and lapped by you, your tongue working to get every drop of sweat and man musk it can. You sound like a sloppy noisy dog lickin’ his balls. I press my ass into your face and hold it there. After a bit I feel you gasping for breath and I hold it a second or two longer before lifting up and letting you breathe.
“Fuck,” you whisper. There is deep pleasure in the way you say that and it makes my dick bounce.
I lean back again and you start over, licking and lapping at my pucker and goddamn it feels so hot and I grab my ballsack up by the root and start smacking your forehead with my balls while you lick. My cock is drippin’ precum down the top of your head. My balls smack smack smack on your forehead. I drop them on your eyelids and let them each find an eyesocket. You lap lap lap up my asscrack. Your face is going to smell like my ass for days.
I pull my ass off your face and you are breathin’ hard from your efforts. I get up off you and turn completely around, facing you. My cock is hovering over your face and I lean forward, my balls go onto your nose as I stuff my cock down your throat.
Aw, you are voracious, boy.
You have wanted this all night, haven’t you? You have begged me for it in every possible way. At first, literally. So I fucked you, hard and left my cum all over your hard muscled asscheeks. Then you begged to suck me with your body language, slouched in that kitchen chair with your legs spread wide, your muscled arm on the chair back, that fuckin’ smirk on your face. So I tied you up and smacked your gagged face with my hard cock. Then you begged me with your obedience.
That’s the best way of all, boy...
And this is your reward. My fat hard cock stuffed so deep down your throat you make loud gagging sounds when I grind it deep. Yeah, boy, fuckin’ take what you deserve. I smash my balls and my pubes and my cock deep into your face and laugh. You struggle to breath. I pull up in time. Then crush it back down. Your tongue works my cockshaft like the best fuckin’ boy in the world. I swivel my hips, grinding my cock deep inside you.
I lean forward and with my cock still in your mouth, I plant my face in your tighty-whities, my mouth sucking up that wet spot at the tip of your cock. I pull the cotton back with my teeth, grabbing a few pubes in the process and you gasp when they pull out, but you don’t stop your rhythm on my cock and in the meantime, I got your cock free of your shorts and that makes you buck with pleasure as my mouth goes around your cockhead and suck and lick while you lap up my dick deep into your throat. Your precum tastes slick and salty.
I take my mouth off your cock, lean back up and start seriously fucking your face.
Take it.
“Take it, bitch.”
I smash my cock down your throat and pull back and smash it again – smash smash smash smash smash– and your head smacks a little against the floor and I don’t care ‘cause you are suckin’ me like a man’s never sucked me before. And I’m going to give you every bit of my strength, every fuckin’ thrust left in me. Tears come out the corner s of your eyes just from the pounding and the gasping for breath and I don’t give a wild goddamn, boy, because you are a hole to serve me. You are the place I put my cum.
I growl, my arms in the air, my hips doggie-pounding your face, my cock lost between your eager lips. It’s coming now, boy.
“You want it?” I ask.
“Mmmff,” you grunt, suctioning even harder than before.
“Aw, fuck, cocksucker,” I groan, feeling it about to pop. “Fuck.”
And I pop a massive load of jizz again and again and again and my toes curl it feels so good and I grind my cock deep into you growling out loud and rattling the dishes and you’re swallowing hard and breathing deep and noisy and taking all my cum inside you like a fuckin’ man.
“Clean it up,” I growl.
You do. My cock throbs down to semi-hard while your tongue searches out under the foreskin and around the head, looking for every last drop of my cum.
Good boy.
My cock pulls out of your mouth with a pop. Fuck, I love that sound. “You want a reward for being so good?” I say.
You look a little puzzled. “Yes, sir?” you say, curiously.
I stand up, shaking out my semi-hard cock. Tuggin’ out my balls. Walk over beside you, standing over your torso. My cock points at your chest and I let loose a stream of piss and what’s left of my cum.
“Aw, fuck, daddy, yeah!” you holler, squirming in your restraints.
My piss splatters warm and wet all over your chest, running off your body and pooling on your nice floor. My hands on my hips. I’m laughing, swiveling some so my piss soaks into your underwear and spatters all over your hard cock. You are covered head to toe in my spunk, my funk and my piss.
“Open up,” I say.
Your mouth is like an eager hungry baby bird.
I give you your reward, my good, obedient boy.
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