A truly dedicated sub is hard to come by these days. My first boy was a rare and wonderful find, and I'm forever grateful for the time we had together. The following is reminiscent of those days.
He was the perfect little slave: preparing my meals, doing my laundry and playing the part of Daddy's cumslut so fabulously. I used to especially enjoy the nights when I'd sit relaxing in my overstuffed armchair after dinner with my pipe, and he'd come crawling over to my chair, beautifully naked with his collar jingling, to kneel at my feet and stroke my cock while I read my paper. After a while I could tell he was quite excited and I'd often times reward him with a brief rubbing of his crotch, which he'd respond to with a lovely little whimper. I loved to hear him make noise, his enticingly feminine alto revealing his desire.
After removing my hand from between his slim thighs, he would reach to lift my robe from my knees to allow his head access to my balls. I'd spread my legs a bit so he'd know that I wished him to continue, but left them close enough together to make him have to bend his entire body over my lap. His cock would slap up against my knees as he lapped hungrily at my scrotum. He had such a pretty mouth, my boy did; big full lips with a wide, inviting aperture - perfect for sucking me off as I so enjoyed. He'd suck my balls with such a fervor that I'd feel myself trembling, trying to maintain my composure as I read the paper, feeling the pressure mount in my loins.
I'd hear him suckling away like a hungry piglet, watching him use one of his slick hands to pump my shaft in rhythm with his sucking. I'd begin to rock my hips, and drop the paper to take hold of his head and guide his mouth to wrap around my cock, now throbbing and twitching. Groaning loudly, I'd push his head futher down my shaft with each thrust, nearly ready to explode as his experienced tongue swirled around the head.
All at once I would feel the pressure mounting at such an enormous rate that I would barely have time to ram his head violently into my crotch and hold it firmly in place, impaling his face with my member and listening to the wonderful gagging noises he'd emit as I blew my load down his tight contracting throat. He'd gurgle, and adding to my enjoyment, he'd cum all over my feet as I'd pull my cock out of his mouth, dribbling a bit of excess cum down his chin. What a sight, my little slut, full to the brim with Daddy's juices, and emptied of his own. With a satiated sigh, I'd pull him up onto my lap and kiss him full on the mouth, sucking at his lips to taste remains of myself.
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