Chapter 3: The Sissy's Cocktail
The warm, salty fluid coated Dave’s tongue, a viscous betrayal that he swallowed in one convulsive gulp. Tonya’s triumphant grin widened as his face contorted, while Leonard’s heavy hand clamped the back of his skull. “Now get that mouth busy,” his father commanded, guiding his flaccid, glistening cock toward Dave’s trembling lips. A low, ragged moan escaped Dave as he opened his mouth, the taste of his wife’s cunt and other men still sharp on his tongue. The room held its breath, watching the final, intimate surrender.
The first touch of his father's soft, salty skin against his lips made Dave’s stomach lurch. “Suck it clean, you eager fucking queer,” Leonard growled, his thumb pressing hard against Dave’s temple. A high, pathetic whine leaked from Dave’s throat as he took the limp weight into his mouth, the taste of Tonya’s arousal and his own submission overwhelming. Tonya sighed, a contented sound, and settled onto the arm of Marcus’s chair to watch. “See how good he is?” she murmured, as Dave began to move his head with a mechanical, shame-fueled rhythm.
His tongue moved over the softened flesh, a futile attempt to cleanse what was fundamentally spoiled, and the bitter musk filled his sinuses. “Look at him go,” Marcus chuckled, taking a slow pull from the whiskey bottle, his free hand trailing up Tonya’s inner thigh. “Your turn again, Tone. Get over here and ride this dick while your husband watches.” Tonya slid from the chair arm, her movements liquid and assured, and positioned her slick, used cunt over Marcus’s renewed erection. She sank down onto him with a guttural sigh, her eyes locking on Dave’s kneeling form as she began to grind in a slow, deliberate circle.
The wet, filthy sound of her taking Marcus filled Dave’s ears as he serviced his father. "That’s it, fuck her proper," Leonard grunted, his hips pushing gently into Dave’s mouth. Tonya’s grinding became frantic, her back arching as she clenched around Marcus’s thickness. "Tell him what you are, Dave," she panted, her voice cracking with pleasure. He could only moan around the cock in his mouth, the vibration earning a rough pull of his hair as his own neglected dick leaked onto the floor.
He could only moan around the cock in his mouth, the vibration earning a rough pull of his hair as his own neglected dick leaked onto the floor. “Enough of that,” Tonya commanded, her voice slicing through the grunts, and she shoved Dave’s head away from Leonard. “I want you to fuck his ass now, Leonard. Get him ready for it.” Without a word, his father turned him roughly, pressing his face into the cold leather couch, and Dave felt a thick glob of spit land on his exposed hole. Leonard’s weight settled behind him, and the blunt, insistent pressure began, a slow, brutal invasion that forced a shattered cry from Dave’s throat.