Second installment of this fantasy, please read the first part first! Hopefully you like the story.. sorry if it's a little bit much.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/s/MAUZThqS39

I clamped my mouth around him and tried to get as much of the monstrous dick into me. Just the hooded tip filled my mouth, the ridge popping past my lips, almost sealing itself in. He flexed it a couple times and I could feel more of his wetness flow down my throat. He continued milking himself into me and I realized he was lubricating my throat and esophagus, preparing it for use. I looked up wide eyed and he met my gaze with a smirk as he started gathering my hair in his hands. He tested the entrance to my throat, I could feel the head of his dick slide halfway out of it's sheath prying gently at the first barrier. The copious lubricant that flowed from him as he began to harden seemed to relax and numb my muscles, making the entrance more pliable. He was designed for this, his member a tool for stretching and ruling human orifices.

I relaxed, entering a cock drunk haze that I would remain in for the rest of the night and his head popped past the barrier and started to slide down the slick canal of my throat. It met no resistance til it found a second barrier, the one to my esophagus. I looked up at him with unfocused eyes and he patted my head affectionately, "your doing so good, just a bit further, my pretty little toy." His affection made me melt, or maybe it was the lack of oxygen as I struggled to breathe through my nose. His grip firmed and he forced my head down the last few inches with a loud groan.

We remained like that for what seemed like an age, but it was most likely seconds. Drool and precum dripped from my mouth around the thick but still half soft base of his cock and dripped down his heavy balls. He began slowy forcefully fucking me. Loud squelches filled the garage, mixed with gurgled cries from me and low satisfied moans from him. Each time he pulled back the hardening mushroom shaped head scooped slime into my mouth, overflowing down my front and his balls. Each time he thrust back in new precum coated my throat and esophagus and his cock swelled a bit more.

I was getting light headed, barely able to stay on my knees by the time he reached his full hardness. My arms had given up trying to brace themselves on his muscular thighs and hung limp at my sides. He held me up by the head and ordered me to keep my eyes open and look up at him. He didn't want to completely break his new toy. I did as I was told and he continued his assault. The canal he was brutally fucking must have gone numb because I didn't feel pain anymore, just a distant feeling of pride in my usefulness to this godlike man.

"What a perfect little sleeve for my cock. Are you ready for your first load?" I blinked in response, it was all I could do. His strokes became shallow and sharp and his heavy balls rose to cup my face. The cock lodged inside me swelled and began spasming, flooding me with his seed. He pulled out of my throat as his orgasm continued, filling my mouth with thick hot cum. I swallowed over and over but was unable to keep up, he solved that problem by plunging back in opting for filling my stomach directly. When he was finally finished he let go of my head and let me slump downward his softening cock sliding from my abused mouth. I lay on the cool concrete in a puddle of our slime gazing up at him. He milked the last of his load onto me and smiled. "I think your body was designed for this. No ones ever gotten me to finish with their mouth before." "You didn't give me much of a choice," I responded, but my body glowed with his praise and a weak smile crept over my face.

He sat on the exercise bench next to me and I got back between his legs and began slowy cleaning his cock and balls, purring as I went. "Maybe this is my purpose," I mumbled as I swirled my tongue inside his foreskin making sure to clean every part of his glorious dick. He stroked my hair with a gentleness I didn't expect and I felt more content than I could ever remember being.

When I was done, he was spotless. In contrast I was absolutely filthy, still in my lingerie and leather harness, but my entire front was coated in slime, my hair wet and matted, and my legs and ass stuck to the floor, from the puddle that lay beneath me. I looked down and giggled at the sight, he began laughing too. "How are you so adorable and so disgusting at the same time? I'm not done with you, but before anything you need a bath." With that he scooped me up into his arms and carried me into his house, up the stairs to the master bedroom and into the bathroom. He set me down on the rug and told me "stay," like I was a dog. I didn't mind.

He turned away and began filling the large tub, adding scented salts and oils. I could get used to this. Once the bath was full he peeled my underwear and harness off me and plucked me off the floor and into the steaming water. I sighed contentedly as he gently scrubbed me from head to toe, stopping briefly to tease the large plug that was still in my ass. As he began untangling and cleaning my curly hair he whispered in my ear, describing how he was going to fuck me. How he was going to mold my insides to his size, his shape. He reached down and began stroking the folds of my pussy with large fingers. I purred, falling further under his spell. He told me my holes were meant for him and him alone.

"You win," I moaned, "my body is yours."