Daddy's Holes

A Set of Holes Perspective - Based on True Events

"Have a good day my love."

I plant a warm kiss on my wife's cheek, the sun shining through the window highlights her soft curves as she leans over her work desk, pottering away at her latest art project.

"Have fun on the courts and don't get too hurt." she replies with a warm humour I've always loved.

Seeing the curves of her hips takes me back to earlier in the morning, our bodies crammed together as the hot water of our small shower cascaded over us both as my fingers danced inside her warm, inviting pussy, her soapy hands running up and down my shaft, cupping my balls, teasing my cock to attention.

With no thought of drying off, we cut the water in the shower as I push her bare ass down onto the bathroom vanity before pushing my aching cock deep inside in one swift, practiced motion.

Her whimpers and whines of pleasure form a beat for the rhythm of her large, soft breasts as they danced merely inches from my face.

She begs for my cum, urges us to cum together as our bodies move together faster and faster

Her hands dig into my ass, pulling me closer, filling her with every inch as I lock eyes with myself in the mirror just as I moan a deep, fake cry of climax.

The small bump of getting into my car jostles the small butt plug buried in my hole and breaks my train of memory as I start the car and open my phone, navigating effortlessly to my hidden messenger app.

"I'm on my way to yours now Daddy"

My thumb hovers over send.

A slight shake runs through my hands as I know I could go back inside, go back to my loving wife, to her inviting mouth and pussy and fill her with the cum she worked for, the cum that she deserves from her loving husband.

I should go back inside, I should go back into my wife's office, bend her further over the desk until just the right angle to fuck and fill her up until we both collapse like worn out honeymooners.

My cock, firmly locked behind the inflexible steel of the inverted cock cage, twitched at the thought of filling her pussy and emptying my tightly bound balls, full of two week's worth of cum.

Instead, I hit send, my latest message adding to the long list of my begging, desperate pleas to please, to serve, to worship, to earn his attention, to earn his cock and his cum.

Daddy's replies are much more blunt and to the point, I'll be lucky to get a proper message, often it is a passive thumbs up or love heart emoji if he was feeling generous.

Sometimes Daddy's messages were crude or mean, telling me about the other Boys and Girls he had over pleasing him, telling me I was getting fat, or needed a hair cut because I turned him off a little last time.

The mean messages were my favourite and I like to think that he was treating me mean to keep me around, however I know deep down he doesn't need to - the fact I was abandoning free, eager pussy on a sunny Sunday morning proved that point.

The drive was nearly thirty minutes, enough time to finish the coconut water (for hydration) and nearly enough time to wear through all the flavour of the wad of gum I gnawed at constantly (for nerves).

At the drive through coffee shop around the corner from my final destination, I pull into the car park quickly to check my messages where Daddy's reply was blunt and to the point.

"Waiting. Park to the side. Don't block the white car.."

I order Daddy's coffee at the window, skinny latte, almond milk, no sugar, from the tall, blonde barista; my cock again twitches at the sight of another beautiful woman.

It's not too late, I could turn around, go home, delete the app, throw out the butt plug, the cock cage, the enema kit and reclaim my normal, boring life before it was too late.

"Be at yours in 2 minutes Daddy."

One minute and thirty seconds later, my mouth is dry with my heart beating hard as I pull up in front of his house, careful not to block the white car, as I had done what seems like a hundred times before.

Scurrying from the car with Daddy's coffee in my hand, I keep my head bowed, fearful of being recognised by neighbours who have no doubt seen this little dance a thousand times before.

Daddy is waiting, his naked body hidden away behind the front door as I step inside the cool, quiet hallway.

Shutting the door behind him, his hand grabbed to my cock through my shorts.

"Locked up for Daddy?"

I'm nervous, my heart is crashing against my chest, my cheeks flushed and I can't maintain his gaze.

"Yes Daddy, my little pathetic cock is locked up."

"Good boy."

Grabbing his coffee from my trembling hands, he steps towards his bedroom, his tight brown ass bobbing as he walked, knowing I would follow along like a love sick puppy.

Stepping in, the smell of lube, poppers and candles fills my nostrils instanting - despite the familiarity and warmth, I am nervous and don't know what to do with my hands.

We exchange small pleasantries as Daddy sips on his coffee and flicks across porn videos on the big screen across from his; I can barely keep my eyes off his dick as part of my soul screams to run.

"Can I please go for a piss Daddy?"

"Of course son."

Stepping into his ensuite, I strip down naked; the black cock cage and a small patch of chest hair are the only colour on my pale white skin seen in the reflection of the bathroom mirror.

Tall, but awkward with big, womanly hips I was always very self conscious of my body and would never strip in public or in front of strangers unless absolutely vital.

I have to sit to pee, the pale urine cascading through the cage and dripping over my balls.

After a quick wipe with toilet paper to clean off any excess from the cage, I hold my head in my hands for a few moments whilst panic, guilt and fear crash over me again.

Flushing the toilet, I step back out into the ensuite and quickly wash my hands (hygiene is key after all) before making my way back into the bedroom.

Daddy is standing at the end of the bed, TV remote in hand as he eagerly watches two twinks fuck each others faces - this is a favourite of his, I've seen it dozens of times before and I know what Dadddy will want from me.

The butt plug moves awkwardly inside me as I kneel in front of Daddy and my knees burn as they rest on the scratchy carpet, his eyes fixed on the screen.

I can tell I do not exist for him at this moment, just an object in the room as he watches the action on the screen; his beautiful, brown cock, 8 inches, uncut with a thick head slowly rises and stiffens.

I am afraid about what comes next, but I cannot look away, cannot move myself from this spot.

Inches from my face, his cock seems to dance under the flickering lights of the TV; I can smell his cock, his balls, his ass and his cologne; I'm drunk with sensations and the sounds of fucking from the TV seem to grow louder, almost drowning out the pounding of my heart.

It's not too late to leave a part of me thinks, just get up, get dressed and go home to your wife, your beautiful wife who is waiting at home, not knowing where you are or what you are doing, what you're risking your married life together for.

I am thinking of her tits and her pussy as Daddy, without breaking eye contact with the TV, puts his hand on the back of my head and forces his cock straight down my throat.

The sudden thrust of his cock pushes me back and I use my hands to brace myself on the ground as his gorgeous, heavy balls slap against my chin, the faint taste of piss and lube filling my mouth.

I stare straight up at the ceiling, tears forming in my eyes, desperately trying to catch a breath in between the relentless onslaught; my gagging and muffled cries seem to drive Daddy to push deeper, harder and faster into my throat.

Daddy's cock glistens with my spit as he pulls out and slaps me across the face with the fat, swollen head.

"Do you want Daddy's cock son?"

I gasp for breath as he firmly holds my head between his two hands.

"Yes Daddy, please Daddy I wan-"

Daddy pushes back into my mouth again, not waiting for a full response.

"You going to be Daddy's good pig son?"

I can only gurgle a half response around the monster filling my mouth.

"Get on the bed."

In a well practiced move, I jump up from the floor, my knees crying in pain, and position myself on my back, head over hanging the side of the bed.

"Please Daddy, please let me please you and your beautiful cock Daddy."

He stands over me, one leg propped on the bed, his balls dangling over my face and his asshole now only inches away from my eager, open, hungry mouth and I am desperate to pull Daddy towards me, to please him and worship his body like the God I feel he is.

Instead, just as he likes, I pull my knees upwards, exposing my pathetic locked cock and shrivelled balls to his gaze, the butt plug again stirring inside my aching, eager hole.

I can feel his eyes roam over my body, I can almost feel his indifference to this pathetic, cock starved whore lying beneath him.

My body aches, my heart is trying to crash out of my chest and my soul feels like it is dying but at that moment, with Daddy's cock hovering over my face, my hole exposed and my cock caged, I know that all I wanted in the world, all that I needed, was about to come true.

Daddy was going to use me as a set of holes for his use, for his pleasure and I was going to thank him for it.

For a second, I thought of my wife and how beautiful she looked on our wedding night and how she would feel seeing me like this.

That thought was quickly pushed out of my head as Daddy slid his thick, heavy cock into my hungry, slutty mouth.

-To be continued-