Pedro approached me, hard cock in hand. It was long and hard, not as thick as my father's, but definitely longer. I could taste my father's spunk in my mouth, but I was already salivating to start sucking that cock. My father's employee didn't waste any time on ceremony and immediately shoved his cock down my throat.
"Your father told me you were good at deep throat, faggot. Hold that cock in your throat, I want to see how many seconds you can last."
Pedro took off his Fred Perry polo shirt, revealing a muscular chest with a few tattoos and a trimmed hairy chest. I took my right hand to that place of sin and masculinity while I was impaled in the throat by Pedro's giant cock. It was then that Pedro grabbed my head, pushed in as deep as he could and started counting out loud in a deep voice.
"One. Two. Three."
The seconds went by and I could feel his cock slamming into my throat.
"Move your tongue, you fucking faggot, move it." Pedro ordered. Fuck, what a man. I looked at my father, who was sitting on the sofa with his dick half-flaccid, drinking his whisky on the rocks, prepared by his private slut... Me! I was my own father's private whore. My father would even bring men into our own house to use me. Fuck, I was living a dream.
"Fifteen. Sixteen."
I was starting to lose control of my throat and the urge to choke was getting closer and closer. My father's employee's cock was really long. Pedro then started slapping my face and looked at me father and said:
"Your son is a real whore at taking a cock in his mouth. Thanks for the bonus boss. Twenty."
My father nodded and a perverted smile crept across his lips.
At twenty-three seconds I couldn't take it anymore and choked, spewing thick drool everywhere and coughing loudly.
"So, faggot, you can't take it?" Pedro asked.
"Slap that faggot in the face so he learns to obey a man." My father ordered. Fuck, I didn't even recognize that dictator, but I confess I loved him.
"Right away, boss." Pedro complied with my father's order and started slapping me hard across the face, making my clean preppy boy smooth face turn red and burn.
"Fuck his mouth." Another order from my father, who was already hard again and slowly masturbating his thick cock.
"Okay, boss."
Pedro grabbed me by the ears mercilessly and started fucking my mouth.
"It's wetter than my ex-girlfriend's cunt, that bitch was so fucking dry."
"Use it, take advantage of that slut that today the whore won't say no to anything. This is what he was born for, serving men."
Pedro gasped, fucking my throat with repeated, rapid movements.
"Fuck, I don't know if I can take much more, Boss. This is a real pussy mouth!"
"Fill his face with milk so we can go to dinner, after dinner I'll call the other salesmen at the stand. Let's see how many of them agree to come and destroy his pussy with us."
"Sergey will be def be down to do it, and Petrov too. Their wives are at a woman’s vacation together. They are lacking pussy.” Pedro said, his voice tingling with pleasure.
Fuck, they were the two blond, handsome Ukrainian salesmen my father had hired and helped out during the war in Ukraine. They were real gods and soldiers who had fled the war with their families so they wouldn't have to fight.
"I'm going to call them. I doubt they'll say no to their own boss."
Pedro let out a loud roar and announced:
"I'm going to cum all over your son's fag face. FUCK!"
Pedro pulled his long member out of my sored throat and started spurting cum all over me. The first jet grazed my cheek and went over my shoulder and hit the TV cabinet. The next five filled my face.
"That's it, fucking fill that fags face with cum!" Howled my father, who got up in the meantime and started hitting my face with his still not 100% hard cock.
I could smell the strong scent of Pedro's sperm and my father’s cock was spreading that hot liquid all over my face, dirty with drool and snot from being fucked so hard in the throat by two guys.
"Fuck, boss! We should take a photo of your son's faggot to send to my colleagues, what do you think?" Pedro asked, his cock dripping cum onto the living room carpet. It's a good thing my mother didn't live here anymore, it wasn't something she'd find very funny.
"Good idea, do it!"
Pedro took his Iphone out of his pocket and took a flash photo of my cummed face. He laughed out loud and showed the photo to my father.
"A real faggot marked by a real man, I'm proud of you." He gave Pedro a firm and masculine pat on the back.
"Congratulations on the sale of the Tesla."
Pedro howled like a real proud animal and started pissing all over my face.
"Fuck..." I shouted without expecting it.
My father followed suit and started pissing all over me too. There were two strong jets of man piss that left me totally soaked.
"Clean up, take a shower and serve us dinner, faggot! You've got a lot of use to give to your fag cunt later." My father ordered.
With my cock wanting to cum badly with pleasure, all I could do was say.
"Yes, sir."
"Good boy."
“Good Faggot!” Pedro was laughing.
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