Serendipity

I dug my fingers into his waistband once again, this time slowly unwrapping my treat, savoring every second of the reveal. His thick erection eventually sprang forward, nearly striking me in the face after being freed, the rigid cock bouncing to and fro. It eventually came to a rest and pointed toward the ceiling, the vein choked appendage intermittently throbbing as if it drew a steady breath of its own. My eyes went wide with wonder as I surveyed his impressive tool, its length rivaling that of my forearm and its thickness drawing a blank as far as comparisons are concerned. I had daydreamed about this moment for years, in my most private moments where my thoughts ran wild and harkened back to the earlier times when I had encountered this beast. Nothing I had seen since could hope to compare.

“You know what to do, don’t you?” he asked pointedly.

My only response was to lean forward and begin, desperate to get his cock inside of my mouth as quick as I could, but he pulled me away with a violent tug of the chain just as my lips fell upon the head. He reached over and landed a swift slap across my face, drawing from me a deep groan as I clamped my thighs together, arousal leaking out of me freely.

“I asked you a question, you better fucking answer me,” he growled, his hand gripping my mouth and jaw so tightly my lips and teeth were bunched together.

“I’m sorry sir,” I managed to squeeze out, “Yes, I do.”

“Yes, you do what?”

“Yes, I know what to do.”

An uncomfortable silence fell between us, my mouth clutched within his hand, my eyes glued to his throbbing erection. A soft whimper escaped through my lips as I watched his groin stir before my very eyes, a thick pearlescent bulb of desire leaking from his tip, perched and ready to cascade down his firm shaft. The anticipation was killing me, and I could stand the tease no further.

“Please let me suck your dick daddy, I’m begging you,” I breathed, inching my head closer to his groin, taking his hand along with me.

His hand fell away as slack entered the chain, and my head jerked toward the object of my desire, the towering cock rising high above my face. My lips parted and my tongue jutted out, letting loose a river of saliva which spilled from my greedy mouth onto his groin, a small lake forming upon his body. But it was forgotten as soon as his thick head breached my lips, passed my frothing tongue, and nestled itself into the back of my throat. In one fell swoop I inhaled as much of him as I could, an intense relief falling over me as I found my happy place. How had it been so long since I last had him in my mouth, and why did it taste so damn good?

I looked up into the mirror and saw I had only managed to take about half of his impressive length, my eyes going wide as I realized I had a challenge ahead of me. I wrapped my slender fingers around his remainder and tackled the task, moving my head up and down in conjunction with my hand, drooling down his shaft as I did so. I sucked and stroked him in unison, combining the activities to ensure every inch of him was being satisfied. I moaned uncontrollably as I repeatedly impaled my throat on his cock, content to spend the remainder of the night doing just this if he willed it. My thighs grinded together, mashing my swollen lips and the hidden button nestled between them together, whisking me further away into a realm of bliss.

Daddy allowed himself to groan aloud, a deep guttural utterance that came from a place of contentment that inspired me to double my efforts. I was a woman on a mission, sucking his cock with reckless abandon and greedily stealing from him every drop of his delicious nectar. If he allowed it, I would soon force him to unload his true desire down my throat, but he had other plans. He yanked on my chain and dislodged his cock from my lips, the soaked member escaping my mouth with an audible plop as I was forced to retreat. He then thrusted his phone into my free hand, the other still busy absentmindedly stroking him, a wave of saliva and precum surfing upon my knuckles as they quickly bounced up and down upon his shaft. I didn’t halt my hand even as I studied the screen of his phone, my reflection looking back at me, a giant red circle situated near the bottom of the screen.

“Press record and get back to work,” he ordered.

And I did just that, my thumb tapping the circle so I could find solace again, leaning forward to retake his cock with my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye I watched myself line the phone up so it would capture every juicy detail of what I was doing, determined to film the best video possible for my master. I watched through long lashes how I gave head on camera, offering smiles both with my eyes and my teeth whenever I retreated to catch a breath of air. But I would resume ravenously stuffing my throat as soon as possible, never breaking for more than a beat or two. I jostled my head back and forth with each foray down his length, attempting to take him deeper than I ever had in the past, willing my throat to stretch further than it had ever been before. Daddy groaned my name aloud and stirred my insides with only his voice, forcing me to groan for him from a deep place.

He was surely content, but it still was not enough. I watched his large hands appear in the frame of the video, unassuming at first but taking center stage within seconds, one of them finding purchase upon my head and the other extracting my hand from his base. With wide eyes I peered into the camera and watched as daddy began to fuck my mouth, starting at an excruciatingly slow pace at first, grunting and groaning with repeated strokes toward the back of my throat. But the penetration soon became more forceful, the slow thrusts gaining power with each iteration, his hips lifting higher and higher off the mattress. I held the phone steady and documented his spelunking attempts toward my stomach, watching as his impossibly long dick disappeared into and reappeared from my gaping cavern of a mouth.

His cock sloshed around what I could only estimate to be several cups worth of saliva, the lewd noises growing to a fever pitch as he began to treat my mouth as if it were my vagina. My eyes were reduced to slits as I endured him, my focus solely on capturing every second with his phone, my directorial hand steadily riding his thigh as his lower half bucked like a wild bronco. His free hand reemerged and his first two fingers hooked the corner of my mouth, violently tugging it aside to show the camera the insides of my mouth and what he was doing to it. I watched my own oral examination through barely open eyes, becoming a drooling mess the longer he held my lips apart.

“Fuck babe, I missed your mouth,” he admitted, his gravelly voice coming out in a hushed growl, “you like it when daddy fucks your throat, don’t you?”

My garbled response was unintelligible even to myself, so I nodded as best I could without interrupting his fun. His cock throbbed violently within my mouth, and he slowed his excursion into my throat dramatically, until he settled into a predictable rhythmic motion that saw him effortlessly penetrate my soft lips without having to lurch off the bed. His hand fell away from my mouth, and I quickly closed it around him, offering suction and a swirling tongue every time he inserted himself into me. His precum was flowing freely at this point and I savored every drop, moaning my appreciation as I swallowed his delicious fluid.

The hand on the back of my head tensed ominously, thick fingers digging into my skull, and the palm pressed deliberately to force my mouth upon him. I tilted my head so I could maintain a visual on the recording before succumbing to his whim, willing my throat open as he attempted to invade my deepest depths. I watched as he slowly dominated my mouth, his fingers digging into my forehead inches away from my disbelieving eyes that went wider than ever. My eyes glossed over but the tears never came, so I could watch clearly how he managed to cram himself into my throat, training me to take him inch by inch. With each new milestone gained he allowed me a moment of reprieve to gather myself, setting my eyes aflutter as I became comfortable with his girth descending to a lower depth than he had set previously.

But I eventually approached my limit and began to gag; he was the only person who had managed to do so in a very long time, causing a torrent of saliva from the recesses of my throat to crash down upon his shaft and balls. He muttered and groaned, encouraging me to soldier on, his hand pressing me deeper. My own hands clutched tightly, both upon the phone and his thigh, my nails digging into his flesh. I nodded my head and watched myself submit to his ultimate desire: to claim a space within me previously undiscovered by man, his own final frontier only I could give him. My lips met his base and submerged within a pool of my own drool, causing me to blow saliva bubbles and regurgitate his precum, making a fresh mess out of my face and his groin alike.