Dad's Pup
Dad comes home to his hungry pup, who eagerly awaits his meal.
It was dark inside the large living room. The only light that emenated was from the small LED indicators on the various electronics scattered about the space. The TV wasn't even on.
"Gruff... fuck, good boy."
Sometimes he likes to watch TV when I suck on him. Tonight must have been a long day for him at work though. It was probably overstimulating, hence the lack of formalities when he walked through the door.
"Mmm, yeah pup. You're doing great."
I wagged my tail to that. Nothing makes me happier then making my dad proud. That's why as soon as I heard him whistle, I came running down the stairs to greet him. He was on the couch, wearing nothing but his socks and briefs. Nothing could make me happier.
I walked up to him on all fours and pressed my nose directly into that soft package and inhaled deeply. That's always the first thing I do. I live for his scent. I adore that potpourri of sweat, musk, piss, and cum. It's my everything.
I could sniff him here for hours as I feel him firm up against my nose and lips. He's so warm... so moist and damp from being trapped in his trousers all day. He rests his hand on my head and scritches behind my ear. I know he wants to fuck my face, but I appreciate his patience.
"Glkkk!" My throat makes a sudden sound.
"Hold it pup."
Spoke too soon it seems...
I'm jolted from my memories of greeting him as he holds my head down.
"Hold it."
_I am, dad. _
I can feel every inch of him against my tongue. I can taste the tang of his juicy knot as it presses against my lips. The smell coming from his sheath makes my head spin. What I would give to stick my tongue below his knot and lap up the spicy taste from inside his shealth...
But that's not what he wants right now, and I'm an obedient boy who does what his dad tells him to do. I obey.
"Good boy."
I swallow around him, making him moan. I'm getting lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, with every tiny bit of air going into my lungs tinged with his musk.
Fuck, I want to be here forever.
I slowly drift...
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"SLURRPPPAAGHHHH!"
I cough a few times as he lifts me off of him. I whine and look down at his glistening cock. My spittle still conects it to my mouth.
He laughs "Haha, can't get enough of it, eh?"
"Never, dad..." I say as I recover my stamina, getting ready to throat him again.
He puts a finger to my nose, stopping me in my tracks. "Wait a second, my hungry pup. It looks like you were about to pass out on me." he says.
"Wouldn't be the first time." I bark back at him. "I love waking up with a belly full of your cum though, so I'm not complaining."
"Aww, sweetie." He looks at me lovingly. He knows I'll consume everything he has to offer me.
"I hope you're not too disappointed, but I want to paint that cute little face of yours right now." he says.
Of course I don't mind.
"I suppose," I say, pretending to be disappointed. "As long as you promise to let me taste a load or two of yours later tonight, I'm cool with it."
"A pup isn't supposed to making demands." He says with a raised eyebrow.
I go down and lick up some of my throat spit that has pooled around the base of his sheath. "You like putting a brat in his place though?" I counter. My tongue moves up to circle around the tip of his dick.
He smiles. "That I do."
He puts his big paw on my head and pushes me down as he lifts up his wet balls, then plops them on top of my muzzle. I get to work giving them a good tongue bath as he slowly stokes his musky dick above me.
"I tell you what..." he says while stroking, "I'll let you swallow down a litter or two of mine later if you make sure to not waste a drop of whatever I happen to give you."
That's when I look over to his nearly empty water bottle on the stand next to the couch. He always tell me how important it is to stay hydrated.
Good advice, dad... you old pervert.
"Mhhmmm!" I happily exclaim as my tongue circles down to his taint.
"Fuck, pup. I'm gonna nut here soon if you keep that up!"
Music to my ears. I double down my efforts and take a deep breath of him. All my senses are in heaven right now. I truly belong to him.
His boy.
His son.
His pup.
His taste is so good. I want to taste him on my tongue always. I want to smell of him. I want to look like him.
Well, I guess I already do... if he was about to be splattered with hot gooey jizz, that is.
"Fuck, pup! Get ready!"
I lift my snoot and place it under the tip of his cock. I feel the heat of his thick tool on the bridge of my muzzle as he milks himself.
Oftentimes he moans loud when he cums, but today must be an exception. Perhaps he's too tired, or just wants to hear the ropes of cum hit me as he nuts. Either way, I don't care.
I take one last look up at his goofy looking face. He's panting hard and drool is running onto his chest. Jeez, I'm so in love with him.
I close my eyes in bliss and await for the flood to hit me.
"Nfff!" He lightly moans.
Honestly its was hard to hear him past the sounds of his thick ropes hitting my face. As much as I would have loved to watch him, I'm glad I closed my eyes because at least three squirts hit me there. Old guy doesn't have the best aim anymore, but he tries.
Oh, how he tries.
I reach my paw up and rub the jizz from my eyes before I open them to take a look at the damage done. He painted me good, like always. It feels so good pooling on my skin like that. I want to wear it as a badge of honour and show everybody what a slut I am for my dad. Nothing fills me with more pride.
I quickly wrap my maw around his tip to get the last small shot and any remaining dribble on my tongue. I just want to suck all of the cum out of his balls, constantly feeding on him like a weening pup on a teat. I need his seed so badly.
"Fuck boy, you look beautiful like that."
My lips curl upwards around his cock. I pull off of him and open my maw to show him the last bit of his cum on my tongue before I swallow it.
Gulp!
"Thanks dad. This is exactly where your pup belongs."
He slaps his dick against my muzzle a few times, splatting it against the mess his made, before he moves his head down and gives me a big lick. He lifts my chain and kisses me deeply, as we share his load together. His tongue swirls in my maw and I taste him so deeply.
He pulls back. "Don't you forget it."
Oh, dad... I never will.