Serendipity

“Stand up,” he said quietly, coldly.

My legs obeyed without question, straightening, and unfurling until I found purchase upon uncertain feet, standing nearly a foot shorter than he. I watched as he backed away, his face disappearing into a pocket of shadows, until he eventually sank into the recliner seated against the far wall. I could barely make out his features, but I could feel his eyes on me, his hunger translated in the almost stalker like stare he accosted me with. He gestured in my general direction, casually waving one of his giant hands and I took that as a cue to get started.

I fidgeted first with the waistband of the leggings that clung to me for dear life, turning ever so slightly to offer him a view of my backside. A deep blush painted my cheeks as I did so, and a nervous chuckle escaped my lips as I began to undress. I slowly unraveled the black pants down my legs, and a giant wet circle in the crotch revealed itself, the expanse of material dense with fluid. As I stepped out of the leggings, I could feel myself slipping within my underwear, the cotton panties also heavy after having absorbed a ludicrous amount of arousal. The liquid began to seep and roll down my thighs, which I clamped together in response, before turning on the spot to face the man in the chair.

He sat motionless for a beat or two to observe me, but he soon gestured again to prod me further. I ached so badly for his touch, my core throbbing with want, but I pressed on as instructed. In one solid motion I doffed my sweater, tossing it aside to reveal a too small tank top that was stretched to the max across my chest. My nerves got the better of me and I struggled to remove the top, my heart skipping a beat as he momentarily disappeared from my view, but I finally managed to strip myself out of the shirt after a couple of attempts. He was leaning forward with apparent interest now, delighting in the sight of my fair, supple flesh marred only by undergarments.

I knew very well what he wanted to see next, and I wasted no time in giving it to him, my fingers already tasked with undoing the clasp to my brassiere; it slackened under my touch, and I swam my shoulders out of the straps, letting the bra fall to the floor before me. I stood in front of him almost completely exposed, only one article of clothing remaining on my body, but as my fingers dug into the waistband of my underwear he raised his palm toward me, freezing me in place. He hooked his index finger and signaled for me to come to him, his eyes locked onto mine.

I took one small step in his direction before he interrupted me with the click of his tongue.

“On your knees,” he growled.

Aside from how deep and delicious it sounded, his voice must have also been laced with pheromones or perhaps some other foreign substance, for the way it swayed me to obey his every command without a second thought seemed unnatural. But there I found myself, on my hands and knees in a strange space, crawling toward a man whose eyes foretold sweet ruin. Eventually I crawled my way to his feet, and I rose to my knees before his parted legs, our bodies separated by mere inches. He extended a hand to me, and I took it, before he pulled me to my feet and spun me around on the spot.

“Don’t you have something to show me?” he asked curtly.

“Yes daddy,” I responded immediately, bending at the waist as I did so.

Without hesitation I reached back with both arms, one hand gripping the thong that cleaved between my ass, the other hand fondling a bare cheek. I deftly peeled the soaked material away and spread my cheeks apart, exposing both my holes to my master. But he had specifically inquired about the jeweled plug that he could now see was jammed snugly inside of me, and it had been for hours ever since he told me to arrive wearing it. I maintained my position in front of him, putting a slight arch into my back, holding my cheeks far apart so he could take his time inspecting me.

“Very good,” he mused, his thick fingers encircling the plug.

My body shuddered as he touched me so intimately, but as he began to extract the metal plug from my tight hole, it was all I could do to stifle a moan. I bit my tongue as I felt the thick toy slowly stretch me wider and wider, the process eliciting trembles that began in my toes, but which spread quickly to my arms. My hands shook as the toy escaped my tight channel, only for it to swiftly reenter my body to begin the process anew. I could feel how outrageously wet I had become, tendrils of my slick arousal running down my thighs like honey seeping down the side of the jar. But I could only imagine how I looked to my master in this lewd state, my wanton holes greedy for any and all attention he could spare. He treated me to his index finger next, the digit traveling directly to the source of my desire, bathing in my essence. I cooed for him as he pried my swollen lips apart, and I began unabashedly gyrating my hips upon his finger. A chorus of wet squelches emanated from between my legs, despicably crude in their nature, but the lewdness of the situation only served to entice me further.

Daddy had other plans though, his hand quickly falling away from my body after delivering to me only a few seconds of pleasure. The tease was becoming unbearable, and a great emptiness washed over me that caused my head to hang as I softly panted, anticipating his next command. It arrived shortly after he grabbed my hand, his own heavy hand turning me back around to face him, before I was forced to my knees, resuming a familiar kneeling position at his feet. I looked up at my master, eager for more, and I was granted it as he stuck his soiled finger in my face. He had collected a viscous layer of my fluids that clung to his skin, a glistening sheen approximating the entirety of the thick digit.

I maintained eye contact with him and opened my mouth accordingly, my tongue hanging out as if I were a starved pet awaiting a treat. He then inserted his finger into my gaping maw, a mischievous grin painted upon his lips. I slowly closed my soft lips around him, treating him to a warm, wet enclosure that began to busy itself with the requested cleaning. I energetically swirled my tongue around his knuckles, the powerful muscle traveling the length of the extremity several times in quick succession. I moaned for him as I tasted myself, offering as much suction as I could without inhaling the rest of his hand. A buildup of drool began to escape the corners of my mouth as I greedily slurped him, the warm saliva pattering down my front as my bobbed back and forth. I busied my hands by groping myself, heaving my large breasts up and mashing them together for his enjoyment, the tops of which were already coated in a layer of my discarded saliva.

He then forced his middle finger past my lips, the thicker digit joining its brother in my moist cavern of a mouth. I subjected it to the same treatment, washing it lovingly with my tongue from tip to end and back. Daddy sat on the edge of his seat and reached toward me with his other hand, deftly encircling my windpipe with his broad fingers. A mixture of trepidation and exhilaration spiked within my gut at the implication, my pulse pounding right beneath his fingertips. And he swiftly trespassed upon it, squeezing my throat with such force that my eyes bulged and watered, my breath caught within his crushing grip. I managed to look at him with eyes concealed behind a shimmering waterfall of tears, my tongue still swirling amongst his fingers but now in an erratic fashion. He aided me by forcing his fingers in and out of my mouth, driving his digits along my tongue that writhed uncontrollably. Faster and faster became the thrusting of his hand, driving spit and saliva back down my throat and all over my face, leaving me a mess in the process.

The situation between my legs rapidly approached a crescendo, and an immense pressure perched precipitously within my gut. I groaned around his fingers to draw attention to this, but the vibration was muffled underneath his constricting palm. His heavy fingers dug deeper into my flesh, simultaneously deeper into the recesses of my mouth, and tears stung the sides of my eyes as the salty fluid sought to escape down my saliva-stained cheeks. I could barely hear the way he violated my mouth over the sound of my racing heart, but I hoped he was able to fully enjoy the sounds of wet and choked suction I knew would reverberate off the walls surrounding us. But I could hold out no longer, and as his grip around my throat reached its zenith, my body reached its breaking point. An uncontrollable groan tore from my stomach as I released, my core spasming as I emptied myself into my already ruined panties, the excess fluid filtering through the cotton to fall onto the carpet and soak it with pent up desire. Daddy relented as I squirted for him, releasing the hold on my throat, and halting his assault upon my mouth, withdrawing his soaked fingers from me. I lurched forward onto my hands and knees, panting and sputtering as the orgasm wracked my body from head to toe, every fiber of my being vibrating violently.

He allowed me a handful of seconds to collect myself, my watery eyes fixated on the carpet as I attempted to tether myself back to reality. I pushed off my palms and raised myself back to my kneeling position, waves of pleasure still churning within my depths as our eyes met again.