UltraFagHole

My Daddy called on me for service this week, and I thought I’d share my favourite part with you.

He had me on all fours - plugged, hooded, blindfolded and completely intoxicated by the taste and smell of his crotch. Then he held a bottle under my nose, squeezed shut a nostril and told me to inhale. I did, full and deep. And then again on the other side. Soon I was gone, lost in sea of lust for Daddy’s dick. The more he poppered me up, the more I turned into his cock hungry faggot. It was as if nothing else on earth existed but Daddy and his dick. Then he told me to lay on my back and hang my head off the side of the bed. And this brings us to my favourite part, when Daddy fucked my face.

It must have been a combination of the poppers and the sensory deprivation of the blindfold, but I opened my throat almost effortlessly as he sunk his cock down deep, my lips forming a seal around the base. As he stared to pump my face, all I could think of was “I’m just a hole, I’m just a hole”. With that mantra repeating over and over in my head, his cock carved out a space all its own in my throat. Sure, I choked and gagged and spat up on Daddy’s dick, but that’s how he likes it - wet and messy. But I didn’t throw up. I breathed through my nose and concentrated on being a hole for Daddy. I had fuckslime leaking out my lips and dripping down my face like a wet pussy, furthering the thrill and humiliation of it all. The rhythmic slapping of his balls off my nose reenforced the idea that my mouth was just another pussy to be pumped and bred by his cock. *SLAP, SLAP, SLAP*

Every now and then, to give me a break, Daddy would pull out and stand over my face, allowing my to lap up at his balls like a dog and eat his ass like it was my last meal. Then a few more hits of poppers and he would return to punchfucking my throat.

Eventually Daddy climbed off my face, sat back with his legs spread and alternated between fucking my face and having me lick his balls while he jerked off . And that I did, my ass hungry and waving up in the air, while my face got all the action.

I was lucky enough to get called on by my Daddy last night, and he wants me to share how he used me.

A little background first; my Daddy found and cunted me a couple summers ago. Ever since that first encounter I’ve been his on-again/off-again faggot. He’s moulded me and trained me to be his own personal set of cock holes, texting me whenever he needs service.

Last night was one of those nights. He txt two words, “Come now”. Of course I drop what I am doing, and do a bit of quick grooming and pussy prep (usually daddy just face-rapes me, but like any good faggot I like to have my pussy ready should he want it).

As I approach his place, he texts me to let me know this one will have to be a quickie, and to go on in and get in position.

Position means on all fours in a corner of his darkly lit bedroom, wearing a tshirt and jock or thong with my back arched and pussy out, and a black hood covering my faggot face. Sometimes I wear a glass butt plug up my pussy for Daddy, but not tonight; like he said this one has to be quick.

He walks in, naked and cock swinging, looking down at me. I rarely look up at him, and hardly make eye contact. Daddy doesn’t like being looked at by faggots.

I instinctively lean in towards his crotch as he sits on the edge of the bed and spreads his powerful legs. I inhale deeply and am intoxictaed by the smell of his cock. It’s been imprinted on me and hits me like a whiff of poppers, awakening all those faggoty parts of my mind that turn me into a slave for his dick.

He doesn’t let me taste it yet, but tells me to start lapping at his balls like a dog. I do, but a little too aggressively. “Stupid faggot, slow and gentle” he says. As I make out his his balls, daddy’s cock is growing. I start to lick the sweat out of that special spot daddy’s trained me to know is one of his favorite places to be licked.

“Ok suck my cock,” he says “but gently”. I start at the base, and lick up the entire length of the shaft before engulfing the head with my mouth. Then I take a deep breath and slowly lower my face downward, throating his shaft. At the base, I try and stick my tounge out as far as a can, massaging the underside of his cock. It must feel good, because Daddy presses my face hard into his groin and holds it there, mashing my nose into his pubes. I start to choke and gag. This is what Daddy likes, and as I struggle to breath his cock gets harder, filling my throat and blocking my airway.

He finally lets me up, but only for one qucik gasp of air before he slams his cock back in my mouth. Now he’s dribbling my head in and out of his lap like a basketball, fast and violently. Suddenly I feel it - a scrap of my tooth against Daddy’s cock.

Before I realize it, Daddy hits me. *SLAP* across the face. “Watch those *SLAP* fucking *SLAP* teeth faggot!” he growls. Each slap stings slightly more than the last, but because I’m a faggot it just makes me want to serve him harder, and serve him better.

He pushes me back, aims his cock at my face, and starts fucking my head against the wall. I have no choice but to take it just like Daddy likes to give it. He’s punch-fucking my throat, using my face like a fleshlight, my mouth like a cunt. His eyes are closed, my head held tight in his hands, and at this moment I’m nothing more than a warm wet hole for his pleasure. To him this is my purpose; a thought that's reinforced with each thrust into my facepussy.

When I feel I can’t hold back and I start to throw up just a little bit, Daddy lets me breath and gives me a chance to swallow it down. Now he’s lying on his back, legs spread again, and I’m lapping at his balls. Daddy chuckles at his little fuck bitch, now in full heat, while he jerks his cock.

Soon it’s time to reward the faggot; Daddy stands up, still jerking his cock, pushing my forehead back making my mouth open. He shoves his cock inside my warm wet facecunt, and I feel the first pulse of cum coat the back of my mouth. Daddy is coming in my face, breeding my throat. I can’t breath, as his cum rapidly fills my mouth. “Take my load faggot, take my load faggot” he repeats as he unloads into his hole. I think I’m going to cough, but don’t want to loose a precious drop of Daddy’s jizz, so I swallow faster and try to breath through my nose.

With a final shudder, I know Daddy is spent. He shakes his cock in my face before walking out of the room. “Ok, Get out” are his last words to me. I get up off my knees and gather my things as quickly as possible before leaving.