Daddy hates getting headshots but he loves getting head. So much so that he shot two huge loads, back to back, without stopping to reload.

As I finished swallowing his first release, I attempted pull off and milk him clean. Not knowing he wasn't done yet, I got halfway up his shaft before I felt him stopping me, hand firmly on the back of my head as he let out an authoritative "no", pushing me back down, and instructing I "stay down and keep going".

I did as I was told (like I had any say in it) while he just kicked back and used my mouth until he was ready to deposit a second batch of his married liquor, which he did, just like he'd done six minutes earlier with his first load; unannounced and unapologetic.

As I was getting ready to leave, he said "come back later tonight and you can work out the rest".

45 in a 30, I guess it's Daddy's luck day . . . or mine. Anything 45 and under he had wide discretion to deal with as he saw fit. Seeing as how he hadn't been relieved in 3 days, he decided to let me work it off, one minute for every mile over.

After he was done, he zipped up and told me that I was free to go, but that I still owed him for the two day backlog in his balls. I don't know how he figured that was my fault, but I wasn't about to argue.

So he stopped by over the next two days and made me work the stress out him, 15 minutes at a time. "If I see you out there again, it's gonna cost you at least a week" he warned, as he left the last time.

"Okay, I'm ready."

Daddy's just come from my place after having his dick sucked and that's exactly the same look he gave me as he zipped up and said "thanks buddy, see you Friday."

Daddy has to choose between a rimmer and a swallower. What does he do?

Take the rimmer. After all, you're gonna cum in his mouth anyway, so just hold down his head and make him swallow.

Daddy knows when to pump and when to dump, so he knew exactly what my mouth was for and made full use of it.