Chapter 9 #2
And there I was, ready for presentation and my reward, dressed in my color block onesie with the panels at the front and back for easy access.
It was one of my favorites, really reminded me of my little space colors, the ones that all looked like those bright plastic playhouse colors—red, blue, green, and yellow.
In the lounge, on the leather sofa, Daddy was sitting in sweatpants and a tight vest top. There was a large wrapped box on the table, with a bow. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
“You did this?” I asked.
He patted the spot beside him. “No, I’d take credit, but I don’t wanna lie to you, and I know you’d never lie to me.” He kissed me on the forehead. “So, this is something you might want to play with immediately, and we can do that.”
Staring at the box, I wondered about all the things that could be inside it.
Immediately, my first thought was a plastic playset, maybe one of those kitchens with all the plastic fruits and things.
The longer I stared, the more my heart raced, mixed in with Daddy’s growing grip on me—he liked to hold me, and I liked to be held.
“You’re gonna love it,” he whispered as I leaned forward to grab it from the coffee table.
I don’t think I could’ve predicted what it was—but it was something I’d seen online and in the forums, and seen videos of.
“It’s a Fudgeable!” I squealed, tearing right through the paper, once I’d seen the name on the box, to reveal the Fudgeable teddy inside.
These were the types of teddies with toys on the inside.
The teddy itself was a blue bear, one of their anniversary specials.
It must’ve been at least five-hundred dollars.
It was so soft, I cuddled it right out of the box.
I didn’t want to let go of it. The tag in the ear had already given it a name.
This one was Jerod and he was a former lumberjack.
He even came with an outfit, folded in the bottom of the box—a pair of jean shorts and a plaid button down.
I squeezed him hard and he let out Daddy’s voice, calling me a good boy.
He’d really kept this a secret from me. It was magic.
“So, these are special,” Daddy said. “And I think I’d like to watch you fuck something.”
I bit my bottom lip and nodded. “You want to watch me fuck him?”
“Only if you want to,” he said, his hand on my knee. “I can feel the heat radiate right off you, so I think you want to.”
“I do.” I did. I’d wanted to know what it felt like, especially after seeing the O faces on some of those online creators—I hoped it would live up to expectations. “Can you go first?” I asked, turning Jerod the bear on his side to get access to his hole. “I want you to stretch him out a little.”
“Only if you want me to?” he asked. “But if you get me hard, I’ll need you to finish it.”
“I didn’t scrub my body for it to taste like peaches for nothing,” I giggled.
“Of course I’m gonna let you finish . . .
in me.” And that was new too. We’d gone through the tests—fast tracked so I could feel him raw inside me, and he’d promised to only ever do it like that with me. And now, I suppose Jerod the bear.
Daddy left for two seconds—more like a minute. I explored the bear’s hole with a finger, then two. The insert inside had dots and these soft sticky-out silicone pieces. Daddy made a comment about asking him for permission first and I immediately yanked my fingers out.
“Oh no, I’m sorry, Mr. Bear,” I said, flipping him right side up. “Can I penetrate you?”
“Yes, baby,” Daddy grumbled as if speaking for Mr. Bear. I accepted that—we both did. He sat beside me again, the tube of lube in hand. “You gonna get Daddy hard?”
I almost threw the teddy, watching as Daddy Santo whipped his sweats and boxers off, sitting his bare ass on the leather.
His cock was half chubbed, lying across to the right side, aimed right at me and leaking sweet precum from his foreskin—his cock head was still sleeping inside it seemed. But not for long.
Licking his tip and coaxing out precum, I put one hand under his balls, and he didn’t even flinch at how close to his ass my hand was—he was a strict top, but it didn’t mean Daddy didn’t like a little touch or tease there from time to time.
My other hand was on his cock, pulling back the foreskin and lifting it—it was heavy.
I took it all in my mouth, salivating on him until it become a little too thick for my jaw to take without locking.
Now hard, I had to give way for the teddy and a helping of lube.
The idea of having Daddy’s sloppy seconds in the teddy excited me enough to nurse my dick with outside rubs and grabs. I watched as he pushed his cock inside the teddy, my moans in place of what he should’ve heard. He squeezed it down on his cock and it let out one of the phrases. “Good boy.”
Daddy moaned, then pulled me over by the scruff of the onesie to his face. With his tongue down my throat, the rasp of his moans tickled as they traveled through me. He let go. “Ass,” he said. “Ass on my face. Now.”
I should’ve been in the circus with this move.
My knees hiked up, one on the arm of the chair, the other resting outstretched on the back of the sofa.
Daddy unlatched my bottom, and I wasn’t wearing any underwear.
He forced me forward to simulate some type of motion on the teddy while he ate my ass—requiring both of his hands.
I pushed and pulled the teddy, forcing Daddy’s voice inside it to speak where he couldn’t since his mouth was full of my ass.
“No, no,” he said.
“What?” I asked, my body seizing in fear of having done something wrong.
“I’m supposed to be fucking you,” he said. “You’re supposed to be fucking the teddy.”
I giggled, coming out of that stretched-out position. “Is it all warmed up for me, Daddy?”
“Yes, baby,” he said. “So is your ass.”
I loved it when he took control like this, positioning me like I was his prized possession and his dick was the mantel I was being placed upon.
He lubed up my ass a little, then down it went.
My ass opened wide—it seemed—and devoured his cock down to his balls.
My eyes rolled right back and my mouth opened as big as it could go, but no sound.
All of that was buried deep, waiting for the first moan.
“Good boy,” he said.
Throwing myself across him, I moaned right there in his ear. He called me a good boy again, forcing me upright, his hand at the latch on the front of my onesie. My cock sprang free from it, reminding me I was about to feel a new level of tingles.
“Is it really that good?” I asked, as he applied a dot of lube to my cock then ran his warm hand down my shaft, then up, coating me real good before fixing Jerod the bear’s ass on the tip of my cock.
I’d never fucked anything before—my hand, a sock, but never a toy.
Slowly, I pressed the head of the teddy, forcing it down, forcing the pleasure dots and ridges to pass my tip to awake pleasure I imagined only people with sensitive tips and foreskin felt, but it was happening to me.
It was like nothing my cock or I had felt before. I choked on my moans, like whimpers now as I was being fucked by Daddy’s thick cock. He slammed his hips into my ass, forcing me to bury my cock deeper, exploring the soft silicone pleasure dots.
Daddy made it better—or worse—with his kisses and comments, telling me I was his treasure, and he wanted me to live in his pleasure forever. I could absolutely do that.
My cock came, pulsing cum inside the toy, but stayed hard while Daddy fucked me.
The cum coated my cock like lube, traveling back down my shaft, and I thought I’d come again, but instead, it was sending those electric tingles right through me now.
And Daddy loved it, or at least his cock did, pulsing against my hole with force.
Daddy picked me up slightly, laying me down on the cool sofa—he had a better angle this way, with his cock deeper inside me.
I thought he was right in my stomach. I swore he was, especially when he unloaded right inside.
My stomach could’ve bulged from it. All of Daddy’s cum in me.
He slowly pulled himself out of me and we lay on the sofa together.
“I love you.” It slipped right out.
He took my hand with the bracelet on my wrist and kissed the back of it. “I love you too,” he said. “My sweet baby.”
My body let out a little jiggle. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You want to go deal with your belly? Then I can rub some of that cream on your bum,” he said, kissing my hand again. “Then we can order pizza and cuddle. Also, for part of your reward, you can choose the toppings.”
I giggled. “The only topping I want is you.”
“Oh.” He laid a hand on my belly, poking me. “You’re still horny. Let’s see how you’re feeling once all those endorphins wear off, and I don’t want your ass hurting.”
He was right. I could feel my body about to explode with his seed. But it was in that moment I made my decision. Maybe I should’ve thought about it, but two weeks of thinking had already been done. “I wanna move in, officially,” I said.