A New Role for Daddy

Chapter 1

The steam from the shower clung to the bathroom mirror as Liam stepped out, a thick towel slung low around his hips. Droplets traced paths through the dark hair on his chest, rolling down the solid curve of his stomach. At thirty-five, his body was a testament to a life lived without too much caution—powerfully built, broad-shouldered, with a casual strength in his movements. He ran a hand through his damp brown hair, pushing it back from his forehead, his blue eyes still hazy from the heat.

He pushed the door open, the cooler air of the bedroom hitting his skin, and froze.

Chelsea stood in the center of the worn rug, bathed in the late afternoon sun slicing through the blinds. At eighteen, her body was a lush, compact contrast to his own tall frame—soft curves and pale skin dusted with freckles. Her fiery red hair was a wild cascade over her shoulders, and the thatch of unshaved hair between her thighs was a bold, coppery flame. She was completely nude except for one thing: a large, intimidating strap-on harness, the color of a deep bruise, was strapped securely around her hips. The silicone cock that jutted from it was thick, veined, and glistening with a slick sheen. It was absurdly large, a deliberate, shocking statement.

Liam’s mouth went dry. The towel threatened to slip from his fingers. “Kim… what the hell?”

A slow, wicked smile spread across Chelsea’s lips. There was no shyness in her green eyes, only a sharp, playful confidence that pinned him in place. She took a step forward, the movement making the heavy toy sway slightly.

“Surprise, Daddy,” she purred, her voice dropping to a low, commanding register. “I’ve been thinking. We’re both so… adventurous. But we’ve never really explored everything, have we?”

He could only stare, his mind short-circuiting. This was his daughter. His playful, fiery girl. But the woman in front of him was someone else entirely—a woman with a dominant glint in her eye and a weapon strapped to her body.

She closed the distance, the scent of her skin—warm and faintly of vanilla—cutting through the clean soap smell clinging to him. Her fingers, cool and sure, came up to trace the line of his jaw, forcing him to meet her gaze.

“I look at you,” she whispered, her other hand coming to rest on the base of the purple cock, stroking it almost absently. “All that strength. That big, beautiful body.” Her eyes flicked down, noting the growing bulge tenting his towel despite his shock. “And I’ve always wondered what it would be like… to turn all that power over. To make my big, strong daddy my good little bitch.”

The words were a physical blow, a jolt of pure, illicit electricity that shot straight to his groin. His own immense length, usually a source of confident swagger, throbbed painfully hard against the damp terrycloth. This was wrong. This was insane.

But the raw, extreme hunger in her eyes mirrored something he’d never dared name in himself. A fantasy of surrender, of having his control dismantled by someone who knew exactly how to take it.

Chelsea saw the conflict, the yielding in his stunned silence. Her smile turned triumphant. She leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of his ear, her breath hot.

“The first thing my bitch does,” she murmured, the dirty talk leaving her lips like a sacred vow, “is get on his knees and open his mouth. Let’s see if you can take it, Daddy. Let’s see if that famous cock of yours is the only thing on you that’s giant.”

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Chapter 2

Without another word, Chelsea moved. Her hand shot out, fingers digging into the damp towel at his waist. With a sharp, shocking yank, she pulled him off-balance, using his own momentum against him. Liam grunted, the air leaving his lungs as his knees hit the rug with a soft thud. He looked up at her, towering above him now, the purple silicone glistening obscenely in the low light.

“The easy way,” she said, her voice dropping to a hard, dominant register he’d never heard from her, “is you open up and take it like a good little bitch. You show me you can handle it. The hard way…” She leaned down, her fiery hair brushing his cheek. “The hard way is I pin you down and force it past your gag reflex until you cry. Your choice, Daddy.”

His mind reeled, but his body was a traitor. His own massive cock, now fully exposed and achingly hard, twitched against his thigh. The humiliation was a white-hot brand, but it fed the desperate arousal coiling in his gut.

“Kim, Jesus, this is—” he started, his voice rough.

“Ah-ah,” she tutted, placing the slick, bulbous tip of the strap-on against his parted lips. It was cool and unyielding. “No talking. Just obeying. Open.”

A shudder ran through him. He closed his eyes for a second, the conflict a storm inside him, and then he surrendered. He let his jaw go slack, opening his mouth.

“Good boy,” she purred, her approval a dark, thrilling reward.

She didn’t ease it in. She pushed forward, the thick silicone head stretching his lips wide before sliding over his tongue. The artificial taste was strange, slick and chemical. He gagged immediately, his throat convulsing.

“Relax,” Chelsea commanded, her hands tangling in his damp brown hair, holding him firmly in place. “Take it. All of it.”

She fed him more, the fake cock filling his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. Tears of strain pricked at the corners of his eyes. He focused on breathing through his nose, the obscene, rhythmic sound of her shallow thrusts filling the quiet room. She watched him, her green eyes blazing with power and lust.

“Look at you,” she breathed, her hips beginning a slow, deliberate pump. “My big, strong daddy, on his knees, stuffed full of plastic. You love this. I can see it. Your giant cock is leaking all over the floor.”

It was true. A pearl of pre-cum dripped from his tip onto the rug beneath him. The deeper she pushed, the more his own arousal spiked, a confusing, overwhelming feedback loop of shame and need. She was claiming him, dominating him completely, and a part of him he’d locked away was screaming in ecstatic relief.

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Chapter 3

With a brutal, swift movement, Chelsea’s hands left his hair. She grabbed his shoulders, shoving him off his knees and face-first onto the rug. The air left his lungs in a grunt. Before he could process it, her palm connected with the fleshy curve of his ass in a sharp, stinging slap.

“On all fours, bitch. Now.”

The command, raw and guttural, brooked no argument. Dazed, his body thrumming with confused arousal, Liam obeyed. He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, presenting himself to her. The cool air of the room kissed his exposed skin, his own giant cock hanging heavy and painfully hard beneath him, dripping onto the floorboards.

He felt the slick, bulbous head of the strap-on press against his tight entrance. It was an impossible, intimidating size.

“Chelsea, wait, it’s too—” he started, his voice cracking with a panic that was utterly real.

Her cruel smirk was audible in her response. “No. You don’t get to wait.” She leaned over his back, her small, soft breasts pressing against his sweat-slick skin, her fiery hair a curtain around them. Her lips were at his ear. “You take it. You take all of it, and you tell me how much you love your daughter’s cock.”

With that, she drove forward.

A white-hot lance of pain tore through him, a blinding stretch that felt like it would split him in two. The silicone monster forced its way past his clenched resistance, burying itself deep inside with a single, ruthless thrust.

Liam cried out, a ragged, broken sound. “Stop! God, Kim, please, stop! It’s too much!”

She ignored him completely. She began to move, establishing a hard, punishing rhythm that pistoned the massive toy into his depths. Each inward drive was a fresh assault, a breathtaking invasion that stole his air. Tears of sheer physical overwhelm streaked his face.

“I said,” she growled, her own breath coming in sharp gasps as she fucked him, her hips slapping against his bruised ass, “tell me. Tell me you love it.”

Between gritted teeth, between ragged sobs for breath, the words were forced out of him, a broken chant. “I love it… I love your cock… I love my daughter’s cock…”

“Louder.”

“I LOVE IT!” he screamed into the rug, his body shaking, his own neglected length throbbing in time with her brutal strokes. The pain was morphing, twisting into a searing, shameful pleasure that burned through his core, telling him this was exactly where he was meant to be.

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Chapter 4

Her brutal rhythm became frantic, the hard slap of her hips against his ass filling the room. A raw, guttural sound tore from Chelsea’s throat, a clear sign she was hurtling toward her own peak, even through the silicone.

“Oh fuck, Daddy… I’m gonna…” she panted, her hands clenching on his shoulders.

The sound of her impending climax, achieved by fucking him, unleashed a desperate, primal need in Liam. The submissive fire she’d lit in him blazed into a possessive inferno. He wanted to claim her back. He needed to feel her—*really* her—clench around him.

“Kim! Please!” he begged, the words ragged and soaked in genuine need. “Let me fuck you. Please, baby, let me put my cock inside you. I need it. *Please.*”

She stilled, buried deep within him, breathing hard. She leaned over his back, her lips at his ear. “You want to fuck your daughter? You want to try and take control back?”

“Yes! God, yes, Chelsea.”

She pulled out of him slowly, the sudden emptiness a shocking cold. “Okay, Daddy. I’ll allow it.” She unclipped the harness, letting the monstrous purple thing fall to the rug with a dull thud. She turned him onto his back, her small, powerful hands maneuvering his larger frame with ease. She straddled his hips, her wet, unshaved red curls brushing against his stomach. She positioned the swollen, weeping head of his enormous cock at her entrance, but didn’t lower herself.

She locked her fierce green eyes with his. “But you listen to me. You have one job: make me come on this giant cock. You don’t make me scream? You don’t make me lose my fucking mind?” She leaned down, her breath hot on his mouth. “Then I’m tying you to this bed and fucking your ass with that strap-on all night until you can’t even beg anymore. Understood?”

A shiver of pure anticipation, mixed with fear, wrecked him. “Understood.”

“Then take your shot, big boy,” she whispered, and sank down.

Liam cried out as her incredible, tight heat engulfed him, a silken fist milking his immense length. The feeling was transcendental after the harsh intrusion. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and began to thrust up into her, setting a deep, rolling pace.

“Is that it?” she taunted, bouncing on him, her breasts swaying. “That’s what you begged for? You can do better, bitch. *Fuck* me. Prove you deserve it.”

Her dirty talk was the spark. He flipped them over in one powerful motion, pinning her beneath him. He drove into her with a new, frantic intensity, each stroke a desperate plea. The bed groaned in protest.

“Yes! Like that!” she screamed, her nails raking down his back. “Don’t you stop! Don’t you dare fucking stop!”

He was a man possessed, slamming into her, consumed by the dual mandate to please his dominant and sate his own starving need. Her legs locked around his waist, pulling him deeper, her cries rising in pitch, telling him he was close, so close, to giving her what she demanded.

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Chapter 5

Chelsea’s eyes flew wide, her back arching off the mattress. “Fuck! Daddy, I’m coming!” she shrieked, her voice a raw, unfiltered cry.

Her inner walls clenched around Liam’s enormous cock in a series of violent, fluttering spasms. The sensation was catastrophic—an overwhelming, silken vise of pure pleasure that ripped a ragged groan from his throat. It was too much, far too intense. The coil of his own release, already wound to a breaking point, snapped.

“No, no, Kim, I’m gonna—” he panted, his hips instinctively jerking back in a desperate attempt to pull out, to stop the inevitable.

“Oh no you don’t,” she gasped, her voice thick with triumph. In a flash of surprising strength, her thighs locked around his waist like steel bands, anchoring him deep inside her. He was trapped, impaled on her climax, his own body betraying him completely.

“Yes! Cum!” she commanded, her green eyes blazing into his, wild and ecstatic. “Cum inside your daughter, Daddy. Pump your fucking seed right into my little pussy. Do it!”

He had no choice. With a broken, guttural shout, Liam erupted. Pulse after hot, shameful pulse of his cum flooded her depths, joining the wet heat of her own release. He shuddered violently above her, utterly spent, the orgasm wracking him with waves of unbearable pleasure and devastating humiliation.

Chelsea’s hands came up to frame his sweat-slick face, her thumbs stroking his cheeks as he gasped for air. A slow, viciously happy smile spread across her lips.

“There it is,” she purred, her voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “All that big, strong daddy cum, shooting right into my womb. You just couldn’t help yourself, could you? Had to fill your little girl up.”

She tightened her legs, ensuring not a single drop could escape. “Feel that? That’s you. That’s your baby batter swimming around in there right now, trying to find an egg. You know what happens next, don’t you, you desperate old man?”

Liam could only stare down at her, horrified and enthralled, his cock still twitching weakly inside her.

“You’re going to get me pregnant,” she whispered, the words a sweet, terrible poison. “My own daddy, knocking me up. You’re going to put a big, round belly on me. Everyone will see. Everyone will know what a fucking depraved bitch you are. And you’ll have to take care of us. Your daughter. And your baby.” She laughed, a light, cruel sound. “How does that feel, Daddy? How does it feel to be my personal breeding stud?”

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Chapter 6

Liam was drowning in her words, his mind reeling from the hot, wet reality of his own release inside her. A depraved breeding stud. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The sharp, unexpected trill of the doorbell sliced through the thick, post-orgasm silence.

Chelsea’s eyes snapped toward the bedroom door, her grip on his face tightening. A slow, knowing smirk replaced her triumphant expression. “Right on time,” she purred.

Before Liam could process what that meant, the front door downstairs clicked open—they never locked it—and footsteps echoed on the hardwood. They were light, purposeful, and coming up the stairs. The bedroom door swung inward.

A woman stood in the doorway, silhouetted by the hallway light. She was tall and willowy, with a shock of vibrant green hair cut in a sharp bob. Her eyes, a piercing blue, swept over the scene: Liam, still shuddering and embedded deep inside Chelsea, his own cum doubtless leaking out around his softening cock.

“Hey, Kim,” the woman said, her voice surprisingly calm. She stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind her. She wore a simple black tank top and tight jeans, her arms crossed over her chest. “Sorry for just walking in. The window view was… compelling, but I wanted the full experience.”

“Alex,” Chelsea said, her tone dripping with welcome. She made no move to dislodge Liam, keeping him pinned inside her with her powerful thighs. “Daddy, this is Alex. My most adventurous friend.”

Alex’s blue eyes locked onto Liam’s, a flicker of nervous excitement in them despite her cool exterior. “Hi, Liam. Or… should I call you Daddy, too?” She took a tentative step closer, her gaze dropping to where their bodies were joined. “I’ve been watching for a while. Through the side window by the oak tree. I saw… everything you let her do to you.”

Liam finally found his voice, a hoarse whisper. “You… watched?”

“Every second,” Alex confirmed, biting her lower lip. “It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The way you took that huge fake cock for her. The way you begged. And then… the way you just fucked her raw and filled her up.” She uncrossed her arms, her fingers fidgeting. “Kim said you were playing a family game. A really extreme one. I… I want to play.”

Chelsea laughed, a rich, dark sound. She finally relaxed her legs, allowing Liam to slip out of her with a wet, shameful sound. He rolled onto his back beside her, utterly exposed. “Alex has a confession, Daddy,” Chelsea said, propping herself up on an elbow to look at her friend.

Alex shifted her weight, her confidence wavering. “I’m… I’m a virgin,” she blurted out, the words rushing together. “I’ve never done anything, not really. But watching you two… God, it made me so wet. I’m so nervous I feel sick, but I don’t want to leave. I want you to… to show me. I want to join your game.” Her eyes were wide, pleading, and utterly fixed on Liam’s spent, massive cock resting on his thigh. “Can I? Please?”

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Chapter 7

“You heard her, Daddy,” Chelsea said, her voice a low command that sliced through Liam’s daze. “Take her. Violently. Don’t stop until I tell you to, or until you release inside her.”

Alex’s blue eyes went wide, her mouth opening in a silent ‘O’ of terror. She took a half-step back, but it was too late.

A guttural sound tore from Liam’s throat, a mix of shame and a terrible, rising need. The command unlocked something feral in him, a direct override to the last of his hesitation. He lunged off the bed, his massive frame moving with startling speed.

“No, wait—” Alex squeaked, her hands flying up.

Liam didn’t wait. His hands, large and rough, clamped around her slim hips. He spun her around, her green hair whipping across her face. With a brutal, efficient yank, he pulled her tight jeans and panties down to her knees in one violent motion, exposing the pale, trembling curve of her ass.

“Oh god,” Alex whimpered, bracing herself against the dresser. “It’s too big, it’s—”

He didn’t let her finish. He positioned himself behind her, his ten-inch cock, already swelling again to its full, intimidating thickness, pressing against her virgin entrance. He didn’t tease. He didn’t ask. With a sharp, punishing thrust of his hips, he forced the broad head inside her.

Alex screamed—a raw, shattered sound of shock and pain. Her whole body convulsed, her nails scraping the wood of the dresser. “Stop! It hurts! Please, it’s tearing me!”

“Shut up and take it,” Chelsea ordered from the bed, her voice cold and fascinated. She watched, propped on her elbows, her own pussy glistening wetly. “He’s just getting started, Alex. You wanted to play.”

Liam’s vision swam. The sensation of her tight, resisting heat clamping around him, the way her body fought his invasion, sent a bolt of pure depravity straight to his core. He pulled back, her inner walls clinging desperately to him, and slammed forward again, burying another brutal inch.

“Deeper, Daddy,” Chelsea coached, her tone dripping with dark approval. “Show my little virgin friend what a real cock feels like. Make her regret watching.”

He obeyed. He set a ruthless, pounding rhythm, each thrust a conquest, driving himself deeper into her protesting body. Alex’s cries morphed from pain to a choked, sobbing mantra of “oh god, oh god, oh god.” Her face was pressed against the dresser mirror, her expression a mask of mortified, overwhelmed shock. Tears streaked her cheeks, but her hips, against her own will, began to push back against him, meeting his savage drives with a weak, instinctual need.

“Look at her,” Chelsea moaned, her hand slipping between her own thighs. “Look at her take it. You’re ruining her, Daddy. Filling up a virgin cunt with that giant fucking cock. Don’t you dare stop. Don’t you dare pull out. You finish inside her, you hear me? You paint her walls white.”

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Chapter 8

“Shut her up, Daddy!” Chelsea’s voice cracked like a whip from the bed, sharp with command and dark excitement. “I don’t want to hear her whine. She wanted this. Shut her the fuck up.”

The order sliced through Liam’s pounding rhythm. Alex’s cries were a high, pained soundtrack he no longer needed permission to silence. A brutal clarity seized him. With a rough, possessive grip on her hips, he wrenched his cock from her clenching heat and spun her around.

“Wha—?” Alex gasped, her tear-streaked face a mask of confusion and raw hurt.

He didn’t answer. He bent, hooked an arm behind her knees, and lifted her off her feet. Her body was a light, trembling weight in his arms. In one fluid, dominant motion, he threw her onto the rumpled bed. She landed on her back with a soft *whump*, her green hair fanning out, her pale body splayed and exposed.

Before she could even process the change, he was on her. He drove himself between her thighs, his knees forcing her legs wide. He didn’t seek permission; he took aim. With a single, powerful surge of his hips, he buried his entire, throbbing length back into her virgin tightness in one relentless stroke.

Alex’s back arched off the mattress, a scream tearing from her throat. “NO! TOO DEEP! PLEASE!”

“I said shut her up!” Chelsea hissed, watching from the edge of the bed, her fingers working furiously between her own wet folds.

Liam obeyed. His left hand, large and calloused, flew to Alex’s chest. He palmed one of her small, perfect breasts, his fingers roughly squeezing and pinching the tender nipple. A fresh wave of shocked sensation made her jolt beneath him.

His right hand clamped over her mouth, silencing her next scream into a muffled, desperate groan. He leaned his weight into it, his blue eyes locked on her wide, terrified blue ones. Her hot breath puffed against his palm, her tears wetting his skin.

“You hear that?” he growled, his voice a low, strained rasp he barely recognized. He pistoned his hips, setting a deep, punishing rhythm that shook the bed frame. “That’s the sound of you taking it. That’s what you asked for. So you take my cock, and you stay quiet.”

Beneath his hand, her protests died into choked, guttural sounds. Her body, however, betrayed her. Each brutal thrust forced a shaky, involuntary moan against his palm. Her hips began to twitch upward, meeting his drives with a fragile, building urgency. The pain in her eyes was slowly being drowned out by a dazed, overwhelmed haze of sensation.

Chelsea moaned in approval. “Look at her… look at my good little virgin, getting stuffed silent. Fuck her harder, Daddy. Make her feel it in her throat.”

Liam increased his pace, the slap of skin against skin filling the room. He kept his hand tight over Alex’s mouth, his other hand mauling her breast, owning every inch of her as he claimed the deepest, most forbidden part of her with his relentless, driving cock.

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Chapter 9

Chelsea’s order was a brand, searing into his mind. “Make her cum, Daddy,” she hissed, her voice raw with her own arousal. “Don’t you stop until she screams. I want to see her break.”

Liam’s entire world narrowed to the frantic rhythm of his hips and the girl pinned beneath him. The hand over Alex’s mouth slid down to clamp around her throat, not enough to choke, but enough to claim. His other hand abandoned her breast, instead snaking down between their sweat-slicked bodies. His thick fingers found her clit, swollen and exposed from his brutal penetration. He pressed down hard, circling the sensitive nub with a ruthless, grinding pressure.

“You feel that?” he snarled, his breath hot against her ear. He fucked into her with short, deep, punishing drives, aiming for the deepest part of her with each thrust. “That’s you, Alex. That’s you coming for me. For your Daddy’s cock.”

A guttural, broken sound vibrated against his palm on her throat. Alex’s eyes, wide and wet, rolled back. Her body, which had been tensing against the invasion, suddenly seemed to turn to liquid fire. Her inner muscles, so tight around him, began to flutter and spasm uncontrollably. The pain and shock dissolved, replaced by a tidal wave of sensation she had no name for.

“That’s it,” Chelsea moaned from the edge of the bed, her own fingers a frantic blur. “Look at her. She’s gonna pop.”

Liam drove in one last, devastating time, burying himself to the hilt, feeling his own release coil unbearably tight at the base of his spine. As he pressed as deep as he could go, as if to brand her womb with his shape, Alex’s back arched violently off the mattress.

A silent, breathless scream stretched her lips. Then her whole body convulsed. It was a seismic, uncontrollable shaking—her legs trembling, her arms flailing weakly at her sides, her hips bucking against his relentless hold. A hot, gushing flood of wetness soaked his pounding cock as her climax ripped through her, wave after shocking wave, reducing her to a shuddering, mindless thing beneath him.

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Chapter 10

Chelsea watched Alex’s climax with a predator’s smile. The girl was a shuddering, whimpering mess beneath her father, his massive cock still buried inside her, pulsing with its own restrained need.

“Pull out,” Chelsea ordered, her voice slicing through the humid air.

Liam obeyed instantly, a slick, wet sound marking his withdrawal. Alex gasped at the sudden emptiness, her body twitching.

Before Liam could catch his breath, a vicious hand fisted in his damp brown hair. Chelsea yanked him backwards, his balance failing as she forced him onto his side beside Alex’s trembling form. Then, with brutal strength, she shoved his face down, directly between Alex’s splayed thighs.

“You made her cum with your cock, Daddy,” Chelsea snarled, her knee digging into his shoulder to pin him. “Now you’re going to make her scream with your tongue. Eat her out. Lick her clean. Don’t you stop until she’s screaming my name.”

Liam’s world became heat, scent, and salt. His nose was buried in the coarse, vibrant green of Alex’s unshaved pubic hair. The musky, intimate scent of her climax filled his lungs. He didn’t hesitate. He drove his tongue forward, parting her folds with a firm, flat stroke.

“Oh, God—” Alex choked out, her hips jerking.

“Harder,” Chelsea commanded, grinding her knee into him. “Make it hurt. Make it good.”

Liam obeyed. He fucked her with his tongue, a ruthless, plunging rhythm. He circled her swollen clit with brutal, grinding pressure, then speared deep inside her, tasting the proof of his own violation. His nose rubbed against the rough curls, the sensation raw and animalistic.

“Yes! Like that, you fucking slut,” Chelsea moaned, watching his head bob between Alex’s thighs. “Tell him, Alex. Tell your Daddy how his tongue feels.”

Alex couldn’t form words. Her back arched off the bed, a broken, gasping cry tearing from her throat. Her hands flew to Liam’s head, not to push him away, but to clutch his hair, holding him deeper as a second, more violent orgasm ripped through her unprepared body. It was a wave of pure, shameful sensation, wringing a ragged, screaming plea from her lips.

“Chelsea!” she shrieked, her body convulsing around Liam’s relentless tongue.

Chelsea threw her head back, a triumphant laugh escaping her. “That’s it! That’s my good little bitch, eating his fill.” She looked down at Liam, his face glistening, his breath coming in harsh grunts against Alex’s skin. “You love it, don’t you, Daddy? You love being my tool. My pet.”

Liam could only groan in response, the vibration against Alex’s oversensitive flesh making her sob. He was lost in the act, in the degradation and the power of it, his own need a forgotten, throbbing ache. He was hers to command. And in this, he was completely, shamefully free.

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Chapter 11

Chelsea’s hand tightened in Liam’s hair, yanking his face up from Alex’s wet, trembling heat. His lips and chin glistened. “You’re not done,” she growled. “You’re just getting started, Daddy-bitch.”

With a powerful shove, she forced him off the bed and onto his knees on the floor. The impact jarred his bones. Before he could look up, the thick, veined purple silicone was pressed against his parted lips.

“Open,” Chelsea commanded, standing over him, her hips canted forward.

Liam opened his mouth. She didn’t feed it to him. She shoved.

The blunt head rammed past his teeth, hitting the back of his throat in one brutal stroke. Liam gagged, his eyes watering instantly. He choked, the sound muffled and wet around the invading fake cock.

“That’s it, choke on it,” Chelsea sneered, grinding the harness against his face. “You like that, don’t you? My big purple cock stretching your whore mouth.”

On the bed, Alex moved. Her small hands gripped Liam’s shoulders for balance as she swung a leg over his head. Still slick and sensitive from her climax, she lowered herself onto his face, grinding her coarse, green-furred pussy down against his nose and mouth, which were already stuffed full.

Liam was trapped. He couldn’t breathe. The silicone shaft blocked his throat, and Alex’s weight smothered him. He could only make frantic, guttural noises around the cock, his body tensing as he fought for air.

“Look at him,” Alex gasped, her voice shaky with renewed arousal as she rode the desperate movements of his face. “He’s choking on your cock while he eats me. He’s our fucking pet.”

“He is,” Chelsea said, pulling the strap-on back just enough to let him gasp a wet, ragged breath before shoving it deep again, making his body convulse. “Tell us what you are, Daddy. Use your eyes if you can’t talk.”

Liam’s blue eyes, flooded with tears of strain, rolled up to meet Chelsea’s dominant gaze. The humiliation was a fire in his gut, hotter than the lack of air.

“He’s our daddy-bitch,” Alex moaned, rocking harder, her juices smearing across his forehead. “A big, strong man brought to his knees to service two girls. Isn’t that right?”

Chelsea fucked his mouth with short, punishing thrusts, the base of the harness slapping his lips. “Answer her, bitch. Nod if you understand.”

Forced, suffocated, utterly owned, Liam managed a weak, desperate nod against Alex’s thigh. The submission sent a violent thrill through both women.

“Good boy,” Chelsea purred, her thrusts becoming a relentless, shallow rhythm designed to keep him on the edge of choking. “Now keep still. Your only job is to take it and breathe when I let you. You exist for our pleasure now.”

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Chapter 12

Liam’s submission was a wet, choking ache in his throat. Chelsea pulled the strap-on from his mouth with a slick pop, letting him gasp and cough as he knelt on the floor, spit and pre-cum shining on his chin. Alex’s thighs were still quivering around his ears.

“Enough of the floor,” Chelsea said, her voice a cool command that cut through his ragged breathing. “On the bed. On your back, Daddy-bitch. Now.”

She grabbed a fistful of his damp hair and hauled him up. His body moved with a sluggish obedience, every muscle humming with shameful arousal. He stumbled toward the mattress and fell back onto it, the old springs groaning under his weight. He lay there, exposed—his giant cock standing thick and angry against his stomach, his chest heaving.

Chelsea loomed over him, one hand on her hip, the other idly stroking the base of her purple silicone cock. “Alex,” she said, not taking her eyes off Liam’s vulnerable form. “You’re not finished with him. Sit on his face. I want you grinding that pretty little pussy into his mouth until you’re dripping all over him.”

“Yes, Kim,” Alex whispered, her voice still hoarse from screaming. She crawled off the bed and then onto it again, swinging a leg over Liam’s head. She didn’t hesitate this time. She lowered herself firmly, the coarse red curls of her pubic hair pressing into his stubbled cheek before settling fully over his mouth and nose.

The weight was immediate, the scent of her—musky and sweet with their shared fluids—filling his senses. Her heat smothered him. He instinctively opened his mouth to breathe and her swollen flesh met his tongue.

“That’s it,” Alex moaned, rocking her hips in a small, possessive circle. “Eat it, Daddy. Clean up your mess.”

Chelsea watched for a moment, a wicked smile playing on her lips as Liam’s hands twitched at his sides but did not rise to push Alex away. His tongue moved under Alex’s command.

“Good,” Chelsea purred. Then she swung a leg over Liam’s hips, straddling him, her own bare cunt hovering just above the tip of his massive, straining erection.

He could see nothing but Alex’s stomach above him, feel nothing but the suffocating pressure of her sex on his face and the impending heat of Chelsea above his cock.

“You want this, don’t you?” Chelsea taunted, lowering herself slowly until her wet folds just brushed his sensitive head. A jolt of pure need shot through him.

He groaned into Alex’s pussy, the vibration making Alex gasp and grind harder.

“I asked you a question,” Chelsea said sharply.

Liam managed a frantic nod against Alex’s thigh.

“Use your words.”

He turned his head to the side just enough to gasp out one strangled word past Alex’s flesh. “Yes!”

“Yes what?”

“Yes… please!” he begged, the words muffled and desperate.

Chelsea smiled wickedly as her orders were obeyed completely. With one smooth, devastating motion, she sank down onto him in a single deep stroke.

The sensation was blinding—her tight heat enveloping every inch at once after so much teasing denial and humiliation around that very same cock.

Liam arched off the bed with a choked cry that was instantly silenced by Alex forcing herself back down onto his mouth.

Above him now were two bodies using him completely—one riding his face toward another climax on an eager tongue he couldn't refuse to give; one riding what had always been *his* symbol of power deep into herself as she watched him struggle beneath them both.

"Look at him," Chelsea panted beginning to ride him in slow deep rolls "Our personal fuck toy Just take what we give you bitch."