“This is a pump,” he explains. He squeezes the round black bulb, which causes a strange suction-like sensation. The sucking secures the sides of the mask tightly in place. “This is going to make you feel better. You’ll see.”
I’m not sure how I feel about it until he presses another button, and the gentle buzz of the vibrator makes me relax. That’s a sensation I’m familiar with.
“Good girl,” he purrs. “Just relax.”
I close my eyes and gasp in surprise as the pump continues stealing my air like it’s trying to vacuum seal my pussy. Instead, I focus on the buzzing against my clit and let my mind wander to August. I think of his golden skin and taut muscles, his calloused hands from working on cars, and his forehead slicked with grease when he gets home from work. I watch him return from my bedroom window every day. He never gets out of the car straight away, choosing to sit outside like he can’t believe he’s here.
“Look at how big your pussy is getting,” Daddy gushes.
I open my eyes and look down to see him peering between my legs, watching through the clear Perspex in fascination. His hot breath tickles my thighs, and the pumping intensifies. I moan, unable to contain myself. I’m wet from thinking about August, and my wetness is starting to collect in the cup.
I watch my usually small lips fill the Perspex, growing in size and getting pinker. A wave of pleasure races through me from the combination of sensations and vibrations.
“Would you like more?” Daddy asks.
“Yes,” I breathe, writhing on the bed and gripping the sheets. “I need more.”
“Yes, what?”
I yelp as the vibrating bullet stops, leaving me suspended on the edge. My hips gyrate furiously, wanting to chase the high. Where are my manners?
“Yes, please, Daddy,” I moan obediently. “I need more.”
“Good girl,” he answers.
His approval turns me on, and the buzzing resumes at a higher intensity. My blood rushes between my legs, making every little stroke more pronounced. I start to shake. It’s beginning to be painful, but I don’t want it to stop as I squeeze my breasts. I never wear a bra in the house, and my nipples stand to attention under my dress. I pinch them hard. I want my pussy to be filled but can’t get to it, so playing with my nipples will have to do.
My thighs tremble as I come hard. I cry out as my pussy contracts and releases, spraying the inside of the Perspex with my sticky heat. There’s nowhere else for it to go. I’m a squirter. It’s something Daddy’s friends like about me. I can’t help it. It just happens!
“Are you starting to feel better, Clementine?” Daddy asks.
“Yes!” The constant sucking is getting more uncomfortable, but I won’t complain. I know better than that. Daddy does things on his terms, but he notices my wincing and takes pity on me.
He removes the pump with a pop, then puts the mask to his lips and tips it back to drink my juices. He licks his lips after he swallows and winks. “That’s Daddy’s favorite breakfast.”
“Daddy!” I gawp at the engorged pulsing horror between my legs. My pussy has quadrupled in size. My lips rub against my inner thighs, and my clit is so ginormous that it could wear a hat. “Will it stay like this?”
“Don’t worry, Clemmie,” he reassures me, stroking my knee. “It’ll go back to normal soon.”
I sigh in relief, but my giant pussy refuses to be ignored. It craves attention, and now I know my bulbous lips won’t stay this way forever. I look at them with a newfound interest.
Daddy reaches under the bed to retrieve a bottle of lube. He squirts the slippery gel over my pussy, but he doesn’t touch me. He is as intrigued as I am by my new appearance, and his fingers knead my inner thighs gently.
“It’s okay, Clemmie,” he says. “You can touch yourself for Daddy. I know you want to.”
Thank fuck for that. With his permission granted, I eagerly reach down to stroke my swollen flesh and smear the lube all over, not that I need it. I only have to brush over my clit to shiver in delight. I plunge three fingers inside myself. It feels good to pump them in and out, but they are not enough. They don’t quench my desperate need to be filled.
“Daddy.” I bat my eyelashes at him. He likes that. “Pretty please, can I have some more?”
He goes to his chest to retrieve one of my favorites. A curved crystal dildo that hits all the right places. “How about this?”
“Fuck yes!” I say. “I mean, yes, please, Daddy.”
He hands it over and returns to his spot to watch as I ram the dildo inside my wet hole and squeal. Daddy gets his phone and starts recording. I think nothing of it. This moment should be captured. My pussy looks like a blooming pink flower.
“There’s a good girl,” Daddy encourages, “fuck yourself just like that. Show your fat pussy to the camera for all our friends.”
I extract it with a squelch. Wetness trickles down my legs and soaks the sheets. Daddy doesn’t say anything, so he mustn’t mind. We don’t usually play upstairs. He prefers it when we’re in our entertaining space.