Daddy’s Poppers Deepthroat Challenge at the Golden Gloryhole
- Walter
- Apr 23
- 2 min read
I was already rock hard and trembling with excitement as I dropped to my knees in front of the shiny golden wall in our studio. The reflective surface showed my hungry, slutty face staring back at me while I waited for Daddy’s thick cock. His new challenge was crystal clear: suck his heavy, fat dick as deep and nasty as possible while sniffing heavy loads of poppers until my brain melts and my throat opens up completely.
The first deep hit from the brown bottle burned into my lungs. Instantly the warm, dizzying rush exploded in my head, making my knees weak and my asshole twitch like crazy. My mouth flooded with spit. Then his massive Daddy cock pushed through the gloryhole — thick, veiny, rock-hard, with a swollen, shiny purple head already dripping with precum.
“Take it deep, you filthy whore,” his deep voice growled from the other side.
I opened my mouth wide, stuck my tongue out like a good cocksucker, and swallowed him in one wet, greedy motion. My lips stretched tight around his thick shaft as I sucked him in, nice and sloppy. Another big hit of poppers — then a second, longer one. The room started spinning, my throat turned to warm butter. I pushed my head forward until his fat cockhead forced its way into my throat and I took him balls-deep.
Gluck… gluck… gluck… The wet, filthy sucking sounds echoed through the studio. I was drooling like a pig, long strings of spit running down my chin onto my chest while I worshipped every inch of his thick meat. Slow and deep, then fast and hungry, my tongue swirling around the swollen head, sucking hard, milking him. His heavy balls slapped against the golden wall every time I buried my face completely.
More poppers. My head was floating in a hot, perverted fog. Tears ran down my cheeks but I didn’t stop. I wanted him all the way, wanted to choke on him, wanted his load. My own hole was pulsing with need while I kept blowing him louder, wetter, nastier. The golden wall was already covered in my spit, and the heavy poppers fumes hung thick in the air.
Daddy moaned loudly. “Fuck yeah, you’re such a greedy deepthroat pig… take it even deeper!”
I obeyed instantly. With one long, shaky sniff I pressed my nose against the cold wall and forced every last inch of his fat Daddy cock down my tight, sloppy throat. I held him there, gagging, massaging his shaft with my convulsing throat muscles, drool and snot running everywhere, my face a complete mess.
