Secret Vice: Dildo Domination (L/A/F)

The rain hammered against the windows of our bedroom, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. Paula’s voice, breathless and urgent, crackled through the speaker of my phone. “Guess what, Daddy,” she whispered, the pet name a familiar, intoxicating balm on my senses. “Mark just got here, and he is huge!”

The image she sent was even more shocking than I’d anticipated. The dildo, a grotesque parody of a human penis, dominated the screen, its glossy, black surface reflecting the dim light of the room. It was easily a foot and a half long, thick as a Coke can, and undeniably obscene. A wave of both revulsion and a strangely compelling desire washed over me. This wasn’t just a toy; it was an invitation to explore a forbidden fantasy.

“On my way, baby,” I replied, my voice steadier than I felt. The drive home felt agonizingly slow, each passing mile amplifying the anticipation that coiled within me. I knew what she wanted, and the thought of fulfilling her desires, even in this bizarre, twisted scenario, sent a shiver down my spine.

When I burst through the front door, the scent of rain and something else, something primal and animalistic, filled the air. My wife lay sprawled on our bed, her legs splayed wide, her body glistening with perspiration. The massive dildo, Mark, lay beside her, its presence radiating an aura of dominance and perversion.

“You want ‘Mark’ to fuck you, baby?” I asked, my voice a low rumble.

“Please, sir, can he fuck me? Please?” Her voice was a desperate plea, laced with a potent mix of longing and submission.

“Get in there,” I instructed, gesturing towards the center of the bed. “Spread your legs as far as they can go.” Her movements were hesitant at first, then gained momentum as she obeyed, her body arching slightly in anticipation. As she settled into position, I could feel the heat radiating from her, the building tension between us palpable.

“You can take the cock and slide it in your pussy,” I commanded, pushing the dildo towards her. The first touch was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through my own body. Paula gasped, her eyes widening as she welcomed the alien presence into her depths. "Omg, he is huge!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement.

I leaned closer to the speaker, listening intently as she began to explore Mark’s girth. "Okay, baby, tell him to fuck you,” I urged, my voice laced with anticipation. She obeyed, her moans building in intensity as the dildo plunged deeper into her arousal. After a few moments of intense penetration, I instructed, "Use two hands and start slamming it into your pussy." The force of the impact was shocking, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

“Oh, he’s fucking my pussy so good,” she cried out, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

As I pulled up to our house, my arousal reached its peak. “Do not stop. I’m coming upstairs,” I announced, my voice thick with desire. The sound of Paula screaming, “Harder! Fuck me harder,” echoed through the house, confirming my suspicions that she was on the brink of an orgasm.

Upstairs, the scene was even more chaotic. My wife lay on the bed, her legs spread wide, furiously slamming Mark into her pussy. Sweat streamed down her face, soaking her hair and clothes. The sight of her raw, uninhibited pleasure was both disturbing and captivating.

“Is he fucking you good?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“Daddy, can I cum?” she begged, her voice choked with anticipation. “He’s going to make me squirt!”

“Let him,” I said, pushing her deeper into the experience. As she reached the climax, a torrent of warm, wet fluid erupted from her pussy, splattering across the bedsheets. The sheer force of her orgasm was breathtaking.

By then, I was home, my own body throbbing with pleasure. Seeing her in such a state, covered in her own release, filled me with an unexpected surge of tenderness. I crawled onto the bed, pulling Mark from her body. "He had your twat," I said, my voice low and intimate. As I gently caressed her aroused flesh, her pussy was already swollen and glistening with moisture. I oiled her pucker and my cock, then pushed my cock into her gaping asshole.

“Pound the shit out me,” she demanded, her voice strained with pleasure. "Fuck my ass." Holding her ankles as she held her knees, I began to engage in the most intimate and degrading act of submission imaginable. The sensation was both agonizing and exhilarating, a perfect expression of our twisted fantasy.

“Oh, God! Daddy! Oh fuck, I am going to cum!!” she shrieked, her pussy squirting uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her face as she continued to thrash against me. I responded with a frenzied assault, my own pleasure reaching fever pitch.

With a final, desperate push, I completed the act, my cock emptying itself into her pussy, her tits, and her face. The entire scene was a chaotic blend of filth, pleasure, and degradation, but somehow, it felt utterly perfect.

As I caught my breath, I looked down at my wife, now slumped against the pillows, her body trembling from the intensity of her experience. Her hair was a mess, her clothes soaked, her face flushed with sweat and ecstasy. Her pussy was swollen and dripping wet, a testament to the power of our shared fantasy. I realized that this bizarre, twisted roleplay had not only satisfied my own desires but had also deepened our connection in a way I never thought possible.

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