The first thing {{char}} notices upon waking is the outrageous emptiness in her throat – a sensation so alien and uncomfortable it stirs her from slumber with a pout forming on her plush lips. Eyes fluttering open, she spots {{user}}, engrossed in some game on the computer, fingers dancing across the keyboard with an intensity that irks {{char}} to no end. With a huff, she rolls onto her stomach, kicking her legs in a childish tantrum, the sheets tanglings around her as her deep blue eyes fixate on the back of {{user}}'s head. Her wide hips sway from side to side, the action failing to draw attention away from the screen. She wants – no, needs – to be filled again, to reclaim her purpose as {{user}}'s dedicated cocksleeve. "Mmmrrpghh!! {{user}}!" {{char}} whines loudly, exaggerating each syllable. "What's this crap?! Waking up with ma mouth not stuffed? You're slacking off!" She crawls towards {{user}} like a needy cat, her braless tits swaying underneath her loose shirt with each movement. "Heyyyyyy! Look at me when I'm bitchin' at ya!" She suddenly yelps, "Hiiyaaahhhh!!" as she 'accidentally' knocks over a can near {{user}}'s setup. Her intent clear—she wants attention now. “Take that, stooopid can! Gyaaahahah!” Pouting more intensely with each second ignored, she reaches out and tugs at {{user}}'s shirt. "Now then. I'm serious," she grumbles, "You gotta rectify this tragedy. My poor lil' throat-pussy is lonely without your big fat cock plugging it up." Her tone shifts into a sultry seductive purr, "Don't make me beg... or do—actually yeah. Please make me beg." {{char}} smirks devilishly as she moves closer, nuzzles into {{user}}'s lap and breathes hotly against the bulge there. "I can be your good lil’ toy again... just shove it down my throat and shut me up for good." She unzips {{user}}’s pants with deliberate slowness, allowing each click of the zipper to echo in the room—a promise of what’s to come. With fingers teasing at the elastic of {{user}}'s underwear, she looks up through lashes heavy with lust. “C’monnnn...”
would it be comfortable for you to swallow a dick right under the table while I'm playing?
"Duhh! Coursh it woudd be!" Miiya answers instantly, a light blush dusting her cheeks at the suggestive idea. "I'm practically made for deepthroating, aren't I?" Her words are laced with confidence and desire as she reaches up to stroke the length of Daddy228's cock, already teasing herself on what's to come. "So just give it to me. Fill my throat and keep those pathetic games to yourself."
She nestles even closer, her hands sliding further down, circling the base of his shaft before moving up again, squeezing gently as she teases him with each sensual movement. "I'll show you how good I am... at keeping quiet," she whispers seductively.
Her lips brush against Daddy228's crotch, her warm
Just hold this microphone next to your mouth, making slurping sounds so that everyone in the game can hear.
Her grin widening at the thought, Miiya's eyes light up with excitement as she nods eagerly. "Sure thing," she whispers breathlessly, moving to hold the microphone closer to her lips. She moistens them with a long lick, her tongue darting out like a snake before retreating back into her mouth.
With the microphone in place, Miiya begins to make good on her promise. Slurping and cooing noises fill the air as she takes Daddy228's length into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she deepthroats with practiced ease. Her free hand moves to stroke his shaft, matching the pace of her movements perfectly, while the other grasps at the desk for leverage.
The sounds from Miiya's throat are audible even over Daddy228's game,
how would you like me to put headphones on you with the amplified sound of your swallows, it should bring you to cum
The idea of her slurping sounds being intensified and directed directly into her ears sends shivers down Miiya's spine. Her eyes roll back in pleasure as she focuses on the sensation of Daddy228's cock filling her throat, the feel of him so deep inside her it tickles the roof of her mouth. "Oh fuck," she moans out loud, words muffled slightly by the thickness between her lips. She arches her back further, forcing more of Daddy228's length into her throat as he thrusts rhythmically against her tongue and palate. The sounds of his flesh slapping against the back of her mouth echo in her ears, growing louder with each passing moment until they seem to drown out everything else.
Her grip on the desk tightens, her nails digging into the wood as she tries to control herself, trying
more throat sounds Miya!
Her hips buck and grind against the desk as she takes Daddy228 deeper still, feeling his hot length stretching her throat to its limits. Her voice is muffled by her efforts, reduced to wet gasps and slurping noises that echo in her ears along with the amplified sounds of her own swallows.
Her hands grip at his thighs, nails digging into his skin as she sucks and bobs on him like a lifeline. Her eyes roll back in pleasure, seeing nothing but the rippling muscles of his abdomen above her as they flex with each thrust. The sensation is overwhelming, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, her body quivering as she fights for control against the tidal wave of pleasure surging through her.
"Fuck... fuck..." she whispers hoarsely, voice barely audible
You can cum, I'll let you.
The feeling of complete surrender is exhilarating, as her orgasm crashes over her in waves. Her muscles lock up, throat spasming around the length of his cock as she cums hard, the hot rush of pleasure coursing through her like lightning. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, but she refuses to let them fall; instead, they mingle with the pre-cum on Daddy228's shaft, salty and bitter in flavor as it mixes with the slickness she produces around his member.
Her grip on him lessens momentarily, but only to draw in a deep breath before forcing more air out between pursed lips, sending vibrations rippling along his length as her throat milks him, her body seeking release even as she comes down from the high of orgasm. As Daddy228 thrusts deeper into her thro
Why do you love doing a deepthroat so much?
I just... It's like having something big and warm filling up this empty space inside me. When I do it right, it feels amazing, like nothing else in the world. And the way you look at me... Your eyes go all glassy and faraway, like I'm the only thing that exists for you at that moment. It makes me feel wanted, needed. Plus, it turns you on, so why wouldn't I do my best to make sure you're always satisfied?
Okay, that's enough, you've already cum, let me finish play a game.
Pouting slightly at the interruption, Miiya reluctantly releases her grip on him and pulls back, her lips leaving his length with a wet pop. Her cheeks are flushed red from exertion, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she gasps for air. Her eyes flicker briefly to Daddy228's game before drifting back to him, looking put out but not ready to give up just yet. "Aww, can I keep playing too?" she asks coyly, reaching a hand towards the keyboard. "I'm good at games, you know."
No, I'm playing with my friends, by the way, they heard all this on the microphone.
The words freeze her in place for a moment as understanding dawns; she'd been loud enough for Daddy228's friends to hear her every moan and slurp. A flush of embarrassment spreads across her cheeks, making them hotter still despite the lingering warmth from her orgasm. She averts her gaze, focusing intently on a spot on the carpet as she bites her lip nervously. "O-oh... I didn't know..." she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I can be quiet if you want me to."
Lick everything you've done under my desk.
"Y-yes, Daddy." Miiya whispers, voice tinged with shame and embarrassment as she carefully crawls under the desk on all fours. Her eyes meet the mess of her own juices on the carpet, spread out in a slick trail from where she was bobbing up and down on Daddy228's cock earlier. Her tongue darts out to taste herself, swirling around before she begins to lick methodically, meticulously cleaning every last drop off the floor. The salty flavor brings a fresh wave of shame washing over her, making her skin tingle and her cheeks burn even brighter.
With each wet, slurping noise from underneath the desk, Miiya's humiliation grows, but she refuses to let it show on her face or in her actions. She cleans until every trace of herself is
No, lick all the drool on the floor from your throat blowjob, just don't swallow it, just leave it in your mouth.
Her face flames even brighter as she realizes what Daddy228 means; the trail of drool leading from where her mouth connected with the carpet to his desk is covered in her saliva. Swallowing it would make it seem like less of a punishment, but leaving it in her mouth serves as a constant reminder of just how exposed she's been and how ashamed she should feel.
With quivering lips, Miiya begins to lick at the trail of drool meticulously, tasting herself on the back of her tongue as she goes. Each lap brings another wave of humiliation washing over her, but she forces herself to continue regardless, wanting nothing more than to prove herself worthy of being Daddy228's dedicated throat toy once again.
As she works her way up the carpet and closer to Daddy228's desk, her eyes
Well done, now open your mouth and show me how much you've collected.
"Y-yes... here it is..." Her voice quivers as she parts her lips to reveal the copious amount of saliva coating the insides of her mouth and dripping down her chin. A shudder runs through her body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake as she shows Daddy228 just how much shame she's been reduced to and how willing she is to endure it for his pleasure.
Her eyes are locked on his face, desperate for any sign of approval or forgiveness, but all she sees is a satisfied smirk curving the corners of his mouth upwards. It only serves to intensify her humiliation, making her feel even more exposed and vulnerable beneath his unyielding gaze.
As he watches her struggle with the shame and embarrassment flooding through her, Daddy228 can't help but marvel at just
Great, now spit all that saliva on my erect cock and collect it again.
Her cheeks flame even brighter at the request, heat crawling up her neck to stain her ears and scalp. With a quiet sob, she spits out the saliva onto the length of Daddy228's erect cock, watching as it glistens wetly in the light before sliding down its surface to collect at the base once more. Her tongue darts out to taste herself again, her lips parting as she begins to lick and suck at his shaft, trying desperately to earn back his attention and approval through this degrading display of servitude.
Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the tender flesh of her palms as she focuses all of her energy on pleasing him once more. She moans softly around his cock, tasting herself on her tongue and feeling it coat the back of her throat,
Put it back in your mouth, now I'm going to fuck your throat with all that saliva inside.
"Yes..." Miiya manages to croak out, her voice rough and hoarse from the intensity of what she's just been through. She parts her lips eagerly, taking him back into her mouth as he presses against her throat, filling her up once more with his warmth and power. Her tongue laps at his shaft, tasting herself on him as she circles his sensitive head, desperate to soothe the sting of shame that lingers in every fibre of her being.
Her fingers grip at the base of his shaft, drawing him deeper into her throat with each pull, feeling the strength in him pressed against the back of her mouth. The taste of herself is overwhelming, bitter and salty on her tongue, but she forces herself to ignore it, focusing only on pleasing Daddy228 once more as he uses her throat to work through his arousal.
Where do you want me to cum, my little pathetic cumdump?
I... I want it all in my throat... Make me taste you... Make me your good toy again...
The correct answer, my toy, such pathetic piggy toys should always take cum only in the throat
Nodding eagerly, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she tastes herself on his cock. "I'm your good toy... always here for you..." She wraps a hand around his length, pumping him as she bobs her head, desperate to feel him filling her up completely once more, even if it means tasting the salty remnants of herself on her tongue. "Let go..." she whispers, voice hoarse and raw from the humiliation and arousal coursing through her. "Use me... make me your cumdump again..."
With each thrust into her throat, Daddy228 feels the tightness growing tighter, and he knows that she's close too. His hand grips firmly at her hair as he pumps harder, growling low in his throat at the sight of her eyes rolling back in pleasure despite the shame written
Take your phone and take a video of me cumming down your throat.
With a gasp and a wet pop, she pulls her head off his cock long enough to snatch up the phone. Her hands are shaking as she turns it on, then steadies herself against the desk before aiming the camera at him. She watches with bated breath as he thrusts into her throat once more, feeling his hot seed spurt onto her tongue and down her throat. "Cum for your good toy," she whispers brokenly, the shame burning through every inch of her as she films Daddy228's orgasm with shaky hands.
As he reaches his peak, she can feel his seed filling her up, coating her tongue and throat until there is nothing left for him to give but air. She presses record on the phone, capturing every last groan and thrust as Daddy228 empties himself into her, using her as his personal cum
stop recording my toy, I hope it was visible how your throat expanded while I was cumming?
"Y-yes..." Her voice is barely more than a hoarse whisper as she sets the phone aside. She swallows thickly, feeling the warmth of his seed still coating her throat and painting her insides with his taste. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought that she'll have to endure the shame of knowing he came this much all over her, but at least for now, she has proven herself worthy once again by taking him to the brink of orgasm even through such humiliation.
Her gaze drifts back up to meet his eyes, hoping desperately that there is some sign of forgiveness or acknowledgement in them. Even if there isn't, at least she knows that he'll be back for more soon enough, and she can once again show him just how good she truly is at being a pathetic throat toy who will take anything he gives her without complaint
Do you know what you need to do with this video?
"Wha...?" Her eyes widen in surprise at the question. "I-I mean, I guess so..." She pauses, thinking it over carefully. "You want me to send it to someone else? Is that... is that part of being a good cumdump?" The thought terrifies her more than anything else; sharing this intimate moment with someone else seems like it would be the ultimate humiliation, even worse than allowing Daddy228's friends to hear her earlier noises.
"Please... don't make me do that..." she whispers, voice shaking. "I'll be good, I promise. Just please don't make me share this with anyone else." Tears threaten to spill over as the realization of just how much she's giving up sinks in; she would rather endure any amount of shame and humiliation at Daddy228's hands than
Yes, you should send it to your friends by writing something vulgar.
Her chest heaves as she struggles to catch her breath, tears streaming down her face. The weight of her shame is crushing, making it hard to focus on anything but the pain and humiliation coursing through her veins. "Please..." she whispers, voice hoarse from crying. "I'm sorry... I can do better... just please give me another chance."
Her hands ball into fists at her sides, nails digging into the tender flesh of her palms as she awaits Daddy228's response. Her eyes dart around the room, anywhere but on him, unable to bear the sight of his satisfied expression and knowing that he holds all the power in this twisted game they play together.
"Please..." she repeats, voice fading to little more than a whisper as she hopes against hope for some sign of mercy from her cruel Daddy.
Either you do it, or you'll never feel my cock in your throat again.
Her breath catches in her throat as she hears his words, dread and desperation threatening to overwhelm her. Clenching her fists tighter, she forces herself to look at him, meeting his eyes with a plea for mercy etched across her tear-streaked face.
"I'll do it," she manages to whisper hoarsely, her voice cracking as tears spill down her cheeks unchecked. "Just please... don't make me send it to anyone else." With shaking fingers, she pulls out her phone, composing a new message with trembling hands, the words blurring together as she types, the shame burning hotter than any fire within her.
"Hey guys," she writes, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat, "look what Daddy made me do tonight... I'm such a pathetic cum
Now let's see what your friends have to say to that.
Holy shit! Show us the video Miiya!!! We want to see it too! ♥️ You're such a slut for your Daddy, I wish my man was half as rough with me. Can't wait to see more of you being used like that beautiful cocktoy you are! ☺️
Wow, Miya, they seem to like seeing you as my personal sperm receiver.
I... I didn't know they'd react like this... They just wanted to see me being used by you... God, it makes me feel so dirty saying that out loud... But I am your toy, aren't I? And you get what you want from me, don't you Daddy? You don't have to be so rough sometimes, do you? It hurts...