Daddys Dildo

"Ro? Sweetheart? Oh god, please tell me you're dressed and almost ready to go."

Rich hollered up to me as he started making his way up the stairs to the bedroom. His voice was laced with panic and I could just imagine the tiniest beads of sweat forming above his upper lip.

"I know you haven't met the man, and I know it's kind of your hallmark trait to be fashionably late, but my father hates people who lack punctuality."

I grinned at that before stepping up to the doorway. Rich's foot had just hit the top step when he looked up at me and gasped. I pulled my curls back as I finished placing one of my big diamond earrings into the pierced hole.

"You really think your father will hate this?" I smirked as I gestured down at the black dress that I knew hugged all the right curves.

Rich gulped. "On second thought, I'm going to send him a text that we can't make it tonight."

"Oh don't be silly," I laughed. "There will be plenty of time for a good ole romp after we have supper with your Dad."

Rich snorted but offered me his arm as we both descended the staircase. "Did you seriously just say, romp? And supper?"

I blushed and chuckled. "I just want to make a good impression. You and your father come from money. I-- don't."

"Aw, but I love your filthy little mouth," Rich laughed. He booped my nose but then quickly added. "But maybe don't use the word cunt or call anyone a whore fucker. And maybe just refrain from any f bombs at all. Oh, and you probably shouldn't tell that one joke about Superman watching Wonder Woman masturbate but its actually the Invisible--"

"Rich," I snapped. By now we were in his Tesla and buckling up our seat belts. "I got it. Would you relax?"

"I know. I'm sorry," he sighed. "It's just-- my father has never approved of anything I do. And it doesn't help that I've gained like ten pounds since we started dating."

"Wait, what?" My head snapped towards Rich, my right eyebrow arching over my bright blue eyes. "He would really say something about that?"

Rich nodded as my eyes slowly drew over him. He wasn't that overweight and he certainly wasn't unattractive. But he definitely sported the "dad bod" despite not being one. I had tried to encourage him to come to the gym with me, but honestly, he was always out of town for work.

"Well, I can't tell that you've gained ten pounds," I shrugged. "So maybe he won't notice either."

"Thanks, babe." At the stoplight, Rich leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to my lips.

"Is your Dad like some crazy skinny health nut or something?" I asked when we started moving again.

For the second time that night, Rich just sighed. "Not exactly." When I gave him a confused look, he followed up with, "You'll see."

And boy did I see.

"Richard." A rather large man, well over six feet tall stood as he saw us. I could see he was grinding his jaw as he held out his hand for Rich to shake.

'Whoa' was all I thought. It was all I could think. This man-- and my very timid, very painfully, average boyfriend looked nothing alike. Was Rich adopted?

"Sorry, Dad. Traffic was--" I tried to bring my attention back to what had just been said instead of ogling my boyfriend's father. I cleared my throat, and cleared my thoughts, but then that very sexy man turned and looked at me.

"And who's this?" His smile was dazzling and butterflies swarmed my stomach as his large hand reached for mine.

My breath hitched as he brought my fingers up to his lips.

"Rosalie Carter, sir," I quickly regained my composure. Or at least I faked it pretty well. Something I was absolutely used to by now.

"None of that, I won't have my son's girlfriend calling me 'sir'," he chuckled.

It was a deep, sort of manly sound that kind of vibrated through you. I almost sighed-- and then snapped the fuck out if it. What the hell was the matter with me?

"You can call me, John. That's what most people do." He spared Rich a look then added, "or Dad. Perhaps, Daddy--"

I nearly choked on that but just smiled and shook my head. "John it is."

I was relieved when we all sat down and I could take a big swig from the wine glass already waiting for me. Unfortunately, it was awful. Had the elite never heard of adding sugar to their grape juice? Or did they just prefer to drink wine as dry as their souls? This was going to be a long night. Especially if I had to be on my best behavior.

"So, Ms. Carter, Richard tells me you're a trainer at the YMCA?"

"Oh, uh, yeah," I said. Slightly caught off guard. No one had ever called me Ms. Carter before.

"And who or what exactly do you train?"

I was surprised when I didn't respond with the first snarky thing to pop into my head-- 'pole dancing'.

"Mostly old people," I smirked. "We get a lot of seniors, like yourself, that come in and don't necessarily know how to use the equipment."

"I can assure you I know my way around the gym, little lady. And I'm not a senior."

Only after making sure that he saw me completely look him over did I respond. "Well, I also teach a few other classes. Kettlebells, boxing--"

"Boxing? Son, you never told me she could spar."

"I didn't-- I didn't know that you were--"

My poor, naive little Rich.

"Of course I'm interested. And you could use a little exercise yourself," he pointed towards Rich. "How about we start tomorrow--"

"Dad, I can't. I'm leaving for Colorado."

"Oh. And do you stay in that big house, all by yourself, Rosalie?"

Oh crap. The big, sexy player was looking right at me. "Uhm... yep."

"Nonsense! You should come stay with me at my house! It's bigger," he winked.

"Oh no," I started to protest. "I couldn't." There was lots of head shaking and hand raising. But then Rich dropped the bomb.

"Actually that's perfect. The roofers are coming out tomorrow to repair the damage from the hail storm. They said it would take three days. I'll be back by then."

Violence was never the answer. But right now, I wanted to kill my boyfriend.

After that, it was "all settled" as both my boyfriend and his father liked to say. I literally had no say in the matter. None. Whatsoever.

And that's how I found myself, standing outside my boyfriend's father's home at 6am the next morning. My gym bag in one hand, luggage in the other.

"I guess this is my kingdom now," I groaned as Rich let us in and led me up to the spare bedroom. "Just call me the Fresh Prince of Hell-aire."

I got a chuckle as he turned and pulled me against him. "You'll be fine. I promise." Rich kissed my nose, then my chin, my forehead and finally my lips. "He'll be nice to you. It's me he doesn't like."

That's what I was afraid of.

"So there's a bathroom through that door," he pointed towards the ensuite. "And a walk-in closet over there. If you get lonely, some of my old college hoodies are in there."

"Wait. Is this your old bedroom?" I laughed as I ran over to the bed. "Was this where you first made the magic happen?"

"Oh god, would you stop?" Rich blushed. "You know you are my first girlfriend."

"I know that's why your left arm is bigger than your right," I sang.

"You're impossible."

"And cute."

Rich stalked over to where I sat on his bed. We kissed for a few minutes, but when his watch buzzed, he pulled back. "I've gotta go, or I'll miss my flight."

I let out another groan and tugged on his silk tie. "Don't leave me," I wailed theatrically. But I knew he had too.

"My Dad has a meeting at the Lodge this morning and then he'll hit the gym. He won't be home till noon. If you play your cards right, you can be out the door before then and avoid seeing him till you get off work."

My face cracked open with the biggest smile. "I could kiss you right now. But only if you can tell me his schedule for the rest of the week!"

Rich laughed and I kissed him anyway. "I promise, it won't be that bad. I'll see you in three days."

I saw Rich off then decided to go explore my new kingdom. His father wasn't wrong when he said it was bigger. Soon enough I found myself in a dark bedroom with a hint of cigars and cologne. This must be John's room, I smirked.

I traipsed through to the master bathroom, afterall, I needed to check the prescriptions. Make sure I wasn't staying under the same roof as a serial killer. Coincidentally, I probably looked like the psycho as I started rifling through his drawers.

"What the hell is this?" I muttered.

I hefted it out, my jaw dropping in awe. This thing was even bigger than Homelander's Star Spangled Banger. I didn't even know they made dildos this inhumanly huge.

I started carrying it out of the bathroom, towards my own room. Then I stopped. What was I doing? I couldn't possibly--

Could I?

I looked back down at it. It was so heavy. So mind-bogglingly huge. My pussy ached just thinking about it.

It was barely seven, and Rich said his Dad wouldn't be home till noon. That was plenty of time.

Time for what, I asked myself--

Then almost immediately replied.

Time to see how much of this terrifyingly tremendous dildo I could fit into my wet, little cunt.

I laid back after grabbing the bottle of lube and letting a drop fall onto my lips. A thrill ran down my spine, I was already getting wet. Especially as it took two hands to lift and maneuver the giant dildo up.

I inhaled and held my breath in anticipation. Was I really going to do this? Without a second thought I pressed the dildo to my folds. My pussy lips parted and I let out a sigh. I pressed it lightly against my entrance, then harder. Goddamn. It was so huge!

I subconsciously rocked my hips. My folds slid along the tip coating that giant head with cream. I couldn't help but groan at the sensation.

***

Across town, John was just taking a seat on the bench at the gym. He looked down as his watch buzzed-- Richard texting to say he was boarding his flight. How the hell his son had scored such a sexy little minx, he'd never understand.

Pre-workout in hand, John took a big swig before laying back and getting under the bar. His hands wrapped around the cool metal, lifting up and then down. It felt lighter today.

A twinge of excitement shot down his spine. His lips parted in a whisper. "What the--"

His cock stirred and his balls churned with anticipation. His fingers readjusted.

"Oh god--" he groaned. A sensation of power overtook him. "Oh god, this feels so good!"

***

"Oh god!" I wailed. The skin of my entrance was wrapped tight around the head of the dildo. But fuck! "This feels so good!"

The monstrous head of the toy filled the first few inches of my sex. I pushed it in farther, my god, there was still so much! My pussy lips were stretched taut around the thick silicone shaft, but I wanted more!

***

"Oh fuck yes, MORE!" John roared as he pumped the bar with exceedingly more ease. The only reason he even had to put it back down was so he could adjust his hands to make room for his swelling pecs. He wasn't entirely sure what was happening, but he could feel his whole fucking body shudder with growth. His feet slid across the gym floor as his legs grew longer too. But not just longer, thicker. More powerful. He felt like he could press a truck!

"Holy fucking Christ!" He yelled. John swore his voice sounded deeper as his giant python snaked down his pant leg. He could feel his balls swell. He was getting so hot. Ready to explode.

***

Lube was mixing with my juices, being spread all over the enormous dildo. I was moving it so furiously inside my hungry hole, feeling the shaft hitting hard against me. I was growing so hot, ready to explode.

The sensation was so intense, my orgasm so close I could taste it. I guided the dildo back inside, fucking myself with long, deep strokes.

Suddenly, I felt it. No, not my orgasm. I felt the dildo, suddenly growing even bigger, thicker and longer inside me.

"Oh holy fucking Christ!" I screamed. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Penetration never used to be enough to get me off, but now I was helpless and at the mercy of this growing monster dildo.

I stopped abruptly, leaving myself impaled on the dildo's new full length. I could feel my pussy trembling-- could feel my flesh tightly gripping every inch of this dildo's impressive girth.

My eyes fluttered closed and I gripped the toy with both hands. This was it! With a final hard plunge, I moaned and bucked and screamed. I passed out a few moments later, but not before pulling the dildo from my well-fucked hole.

**Part 2 COMING SOON**