Page 45 of Daddy's Game

“I have four, ah, insertables…oh god, this is so embarrassing. And a pair of, um, things that go on your nipples…”

“Yes, those count as sex toys. So you have five. When is the last time you used them?”

I heard a sharp intake of air. My hand dropped down to my lap, feeling the throbbing erection there straining against my silk underwear.

“Today,” she said in a weak voice. “About ten minutes after you dropped me off.”

“I see. And which ones did you use?”

The phone lit up with a notification asking if I wanted to switch to a video call. I indicated I did, and the screen lit up with her face. I smiled as a jolt of joy shot through me at the sight of her. She had on no make up and her hair was pulled back into a tight bun on the back of her head. Nothing glamorous, but I had never seen a woman more beautiful in my life.

“Hey, handsome,” she said with a lilt in her voice. “So, I’m way too embarrassed to actually describe them, but these are my sex toys.”

She gestured at her toys, then the screen shifted to show them in all of their glory.

“I used the purple one, and um, the clamps.”

“Excellent. Then you’re going to show me exactly how you made yourself cum.”

“Now?”

“Now.”

She bit her lower lip as a glassy cast came over her eyes.

“Okay.”

The screen shifted with dizzying speed, blurring past the phone’s ability to keep up. A moment later it resolved itself to the sight of Grace. She looked at me through smoldering, half lidded eyes. Her plump lips shrouded all but her front teeth, which gripped the end of a metallic pink chain.

The other end of the chain disappeared off screen, but I didn’t have to wonder. She lowered the phone to follow the chain’s inevitable end. The second clamp pinched the pink perfection of her swollen nipple. When she moved her head, she could increase or decrease tension on the chain. Which she did, frequently.

Then the phone dipped past her quivering, soft belly, down to her triangle of curly hair and the pussy beyond. The purple, glittery translucent vibrator, shaped like the real thing, disappeared inside of her, up to half its length.

“Oh yes. That’s so hot, baby. I’m hard as a rock.”

She whimpered, and returned the camera so it focused on her face.

“I want you to work yourself up until you’re just about to cum.”

Her eyes narrowed, and an eager grunt escaped from her lips.

“But don’t let yourself climax until I tell you to. Do you understand?”

She nodded, not moving her head much to avoid putting pressure on her nipple chain.

“I didn’t see that. You’d better nod bigger.”

Her eyes danced with amusement, letting me know she knew the game I was playing. She went along eagerly, giving me an extra big nod with no room for ambiguity.

“All right. Now, I want you to pretend like that toy is my fat cock going deep inside of you…”

She gasped and dropped the phone. It landed beside her body, so I got a great view of her sweating flank and the way the muscles played in her left thigh while she writhed on her bed.

Her hand fumbled around and for a moment there was darkness. Then the view resolved into Grace holding the phone over her at arm’s length. I could take in from head to waist, and the view was incredible.

Grace’s glassy eyed gaze brimmed with the energy of her impending orgasm. Sweat trickled down her naked breasts, glistening on her belly. The nipple chain flashed as it dangled from her teeth. Something like a plaintive mewl escaped her trapped jaws, and I knew I couldn’t stand to make her wait another moment.

“You can cum.”

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