#multiple loads

"Now here's how this is gonna work. I'm gonna unzip and you're gonna get on your knees and service me, and when I cum in your mouth, you're gonna swallow for me. And then you're gonna do the same for my buddy and swallow for him, and then service his buddy, and when you're done swallowing his, you're gonna swallow more of mine, and then more of his, and then more of his buddy's, and you're gonna keep swallowing for us until we're done using your mouth and have emptied our balls."

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".

“How about you just get in the fucking car and go down on me!”

Somehow I didn’t think that was a question, more of a demand. Either way, it obviously wasn’t his first time, as he knew exactly what he wanted, and wasted no time, unzipping, puling out his cock, and making me service him to completion. Repeatedly. 

Yeah, no pulling off for this stud. He just held my head, demanded I “swallow it” and “keep going”, while he rode around, re-loaded, and re-fired, twice more, before he was done. 

We ended up on the outskirts of out of town, where he pulled over and said “get the fuck out, I’ve got work to do.” Walking back, about an hour later, he passed me in the opposite direction, doubled  back, and slowed down. “Get in” he instructed, “I’ll run you back into town.” “Did you get everything done you needed?” I asked. “Not quite” he grinned, reaching for his zipper to reveal his weapon. “Make it quick” he said, reaching over and pulling my mouth over his shaft.

Dispatch has just sent him the details of the nearest available service provider.

“So you’re the new guy? Follow me.”

And follow him I did, right past the squad room, down the hall, and into his office where he sat back behind his desk, unzipped, and told me to get on my knees and service him. 

So service him I did, until he blew a thick load, made me swallow it, and held my head down and told me to “keep going” as he “had plenty”, as he kicked back and enjoyed using my mouth until he’d emptied his balls.

The top dog always gets the final say on service providers and this was my kind of interview. Three loads in twenty minutes, that was good going, even for him . . . so I got the job and thanked him accordingly.