A day of compliance pt. 4

"Suck it." The magical phrase uttered by her put me into motion and I grasped the hard rod with both hands, stroking her while repositioning to sit upright beside her and craning my neck down to her tip.

Her sweet low grunts were music to my ears and her pulsing cock became my compass of pleasuring her.

"Ughhh Yeah... That's a good little slut. Don't slack off, bitch. Suck. It." I started off strong, receiving pats on my head and approving moans, but started kissing her all over, planting lovely little pecks over her hard abs, which she appreciated at first, but as I lingered around too long, became impatient, grabbing my head and forcing herself down my throat.

"DID YOU FORGET WHO'S IN CHARGE, FAGGOT? I OWN YOU. MY DICK OWNS YOU. THE FAT DICK I JUST ORDERED YOU TO SUCK. SO. SUCK. FAGGOT! UGH UGH AH FUCK! YOU FUCKING SLUT!" I almost couldn't contain my delight as she threw her controller to the side at my unenthusiastic performance and slapped my face hard to emphasize her first sentence. I whined meekly as she grabbed my hair, slapping me with her dick at the mention of it, before kneeling up on the bed and shoving all of her 13.5 inches down my throat when she gave me the order a third time, but didn't give me any room to obey as she pounded my mouthpussy into submission with swift hard strokes.

I was in heaven and the time blurred, much like her hips as I was used like a fleshlight.

An array of pleasure lead me from one orgasm to the other, my clitty didn't even bother to get hard anymore and whatever cum managed to dribble out quickly got absorbed by the mattress and left no trace of anything behind.

Her own array of pleasure filled me shorty after, a thick angry load of 21 ropes flew into my stomach, fresh from the tap of her inhuman baby makers.

"IF YOU THINK YOU CAN REST YOU'RE DEAD WRONG, FAGGOT. CLIMB IN MY LAP AND RIDE ME, YOU WORTHLESS SLUT. THAT'S A GOOD FAGGOT. SIT DOWN, BITCH. I SAID: SIT. DOWN." My plug was unceremoniously yanked out, giving me a signal to move, my ass slapped by her powerful little hand as I raised up and squatted down, using all my concentration to relax against the thick and hard intruder. Apparently my tempo wasn't quick enough for her, so she grabbed my hips and slammed them down herself, impaling me on her giant rod.

"RIDE. ME." Her word is my command and against all odds I put my hands on her six pack and raised my hips a little, the fantasy from before seeming so easy versus how I really felt. My legs only allowed a small amount of movement up and even my hands couldn't hoist my body well enough to properly ride her.

"WHAT? YOU WANT ME TO FUCK YOU, FAGGOT? IS THAT IT?" Her voice was just raised by a little, but her tone was so domineering, demanding that her words alone gave me goosebumps.

"yes, daddy. please fuck me. hard. i need it. i need your cock to pound me silly, pleaasee, daddy!" I cried, having dropped the unenthusiastic act long ago and genuinely had no strength left to ride her like she wants me to.

"GIDDY UP, BITCH." My hands remained glued to her abs as I felt her grab my ass from underneath and lift me up, her thrust met my drop down and created an audible smack, that repeated as she got into a rhythm.

I moaned on top of her, trying to help in whatever small way I can, until I was held down to her lap and she sat up, lifting me whole for a second, before dropping me onto my back, her cock slipping out a few inches.

She caught up to me quickly, hauling my legs onto her shoulders and pressed into me again. She started to fuck me like that, every clap of her crotch against my ass meant that the whole fuckstick stretched my boyhole out and her tip kissed my imaginary womb.

She pinned my legs on either sides of my head and slightly changed position, at first not allowing her fast strokes but violent ones that would've made my legs give out if they weren't pinned against the mattress and I wasn't folded up like a circus artist only for her to grunt in passion with each thrust.

My voice has long left the stratosphere it was so high and I only panted hot breaths against her face as she leaned down, kissing me a first, but a minute later just listening to my slutty intakes of air.

"This is where you belong, slut. My little cocksleeve. Cleaning the house, cooking meals and being a warm onahole for my cum. Can you feel that, bitch? Mhhhh Yeah. Look at me. I'm going to breed you. My cock is going to turn you into the perfect faggot it deserves. Because a girl my size deserves it, right? Yeahhh I'll dump a load in you whenever I feel like it. You'll be walking around in a tiny piece of lingerie and I'm going take you on the spot, bend you over the counter, lift you into my arms, anytime, anywhere. I might even pull you aside on a walk and have you blow me like the little whore you are. And every time you're going to take a load just like this." She whispered while pounding my cunt, not once taking her eyes off of me until I felt her thrust hard and fill me up yet again.

As her abundant stream of semen ended, so did her grasp on my legs and they sprung back to comfortably rest on her shoulders while her fat dick deflated in my ass.

"Make me dinner, faggot." My plug was reinserted and she carried me out. I helped Daddy piss, before she wiped herself on my leg and gave me a command, disappearing presumably into her room again, leaving me blissfully recuperating in the bathroom.

I freshened up as usual and got to work on making her something to refill her balls and strengthen her. I had a glass of water and got dressed in my panties and t shirt, while the pans sizzled and pot cooked, making sure nothing is burned and deciding on another glass as I realized how dehydrated I was from all the sweating.

"Daddy, your food is ready." I gingerly knocked on her door and opened it after she let me in, announcing my news. "I hope it's enough, Daddy." She sat down on the couch and I brought her two plates of pasta and chicken, a gentle sauce and a salad as a side dish.

"Good job, slut. Come here." Daddy allowed me to sit by her side while she ate, and I brought her enough refills to have her in a food coma by the end of it.

We watched a show together and enjoyed each others company, completely different from a few days before. I nuzzled into the hand fondling my butt and she pulled me onto her lap, like girlfriend and boyfriend.

"I have two more in me, slut. Clean up and get to it. Okay?" I perked up after hearing the news, giving her an appreciative kiss and cleared off the plates, cutlery and swiped the coffeetable with a wet cloth, a fresh glass of water for her as well, until she pointed to her semi hard dick.

I really couldn't wait for her to reach the 14 inch mark and wondered how thick she'd get as I gagged around the 13.7" currently being worshipped by my throat.

"Mmmhh yeahhh Lick my balls, faggot." Her demeaning dirty talk a lot less fiery but still enough to egg me on.

"That's right. You're my little faggot, aren't you? And my cute faggot can't get enough of my fat dick. So much so that he acts negligent when Daddy gives faggot an order, just so faggot gets punished, huh?" Her caresses of my hair turned to forceful yanks as she calmly took hold of my head and bobbed it up and down herself, referring to my apparently not so hidden plans when she was gaming.

I moaned in delight while she responded with her cute deep animalistic grunts as her hips met my lips on every short journey down.

She leisurely abused my throat, sitting back on the couch with me between her legs moving my head in tandem with her arms shoving me down on her cock.

After a surprisingly short time her thrusts became erratic and more forceful and her seed filled me.

I cherished every rope traveling down my belly like it's my first time, until her grip released and the main flood was over, leaving me to suckle on her thick, spongy head.

It was amazing how she never got too sensitive and allowed me to feel her deflate in my mouth, though I loved feeling her get hard more.

I panicked for a second, as I thought she nodded off, but her hand pushing me away, only for her to lay down on her back, her fat dick smacking against her abs in a hefty slap, told me otherwise.

I crawled over her, feeling her hands on my ass immediately, before I lowered my arms to be constantly face down, sucking her soft schlong into my mouth.

My tongue and throat massaged it back to life and I was soon left with her entire length trying to reach my guts. The plug was played with and my cheeks kissed as I started bobbing up and down the shaft.

I put every ounce of energy into it, screw future Jamie's soreness, present Jamie wanted, needed to feel her sperm in his belly.

My esophagus contracted in the way I knew she liked and even with our energy reserves depleted enough for neither of us to be able to throatfuck me with her cock, I felt her never ending supply of cum start to deposit into my tummy a mere 10 minutes later.

Daddy's cum was leaking out of holes I'm sure would never properly close anymore, though as long as she was there to fill them, that wouldn't be a problem.

Contrary to sexual power and behaviour, I was the one rattling her awake and we sluggishly went to the bathroom.

Me 'helping' her piss didn't need to be mentioned and I sat down to tinkle my little stream afterwards. We washed our faces and dicks, as well as my hole with her help, brushed our teeth and went to her room. My plug forgotten in the bathroom and my ankles finally freed as I took off the sock to lay down in her embrace.

"I love you, Jamie." Her sleepy voice whispered behind me.

"I love you too, Belle." I answered, not feeling like 'Daddy' was appropriate, and doze off.