“Daddy asked you a question, you fucking queer! Do you like the scent of my crotch, you filthy fucking fag?”
“I love the scent, daddy. I can’t get enough!”
“Carry on then, cocksucker.” I continued to rub my face deep all over his shorts, mainly trying to rub his big cock with my nose. I started to kiss and use my lips on his pecker but then he grabbed me by the hair and slapped me again. “The fuck you doing? Daddy didn’t say you can do that.” I apologized.
“You’re too eager, you cum-guzzling freak, aren’t you? You want to lick and taste daddy’s thick cock but you don’t deserve the honor and privilege to be blessed to taste just yet. You need to earn it.”
“Yes daddy. I’ll do anything for you just to get that honor and privilege.” I couldn’t believe I was in this situation. I was incredibly aroused but I didn’t dare touch myself.
“Then crawl on your hands and knees and get me a beer. Bring it back to me with the bottle in that slutty mouth of yours”. As I turned from his crotch, he smacked my ass so hard. “Be quick about it too. You don’t want to keep daddy waiting…”