Chapter 2: Days not over yet
Author's Note:
To those who may think Ballcheck is a fake name, while I do not know the spelling, I heard a story(I think it was TeamFourStar?) that his dad got a vasectomy from a doctor who was named 'Doctor
Ballcheck'. That guy goes into work every day with a smile on his face.
Story Start--
I woke up, thirsty and sticky. What the hell happened? I moved my hand, and realized I cupped a soft, round pillow. Wait, pillows aren't warm, and have a cute voice squeak when you squeeze them.
Jolted awake, I realized I had grabbed her ass. The soft, giant ass of a fuckdoll blonde, who was smiling up at me. "Holy shit, that really happened."
"Mhm. I promised you, didn't I, daddy?" I was still in shock. "Hey, daddy? I kept my promise to stay with you in bed while you slept, but I actually really need to go use the bathroom. Can I?"
"Y-Yeah. Sorry. Uh, you're free to go."
"Thank you!" She kissed me on the lips, and leapt out of bed. Her tit and ass flesh bounced and swayed as she skipped to the bathroom.
"Oh, and after you and I use the toilet, we can take a shower together! Can we order some food afterwards?"
"Yeah! Sounds good!" I yelled in reply, but my heart began racing. I looked at my arms. There were skin indents on my arms, hands, and chest proving I had been holding someone for a long time. This was fucking real. The chances of it still being not real weren't zero, but every step it's becoming less likely to be fake. Maybe she's waiting till she's in my home. If I take the money, and ensure she can't have it if I die…
She recorded that video like it was nothing. If she has any reservations about signing paperwork, then I know something will be wrong. Looking at the clock, it was evening already. Damn, I'm hungry too.
Hearing the toilet flush, my attention was grabbed as she strutted out. Still naked, bouncing like a piece of meat. Seeing my gaze, she struck a pose and smiled at me. "I appreciate the compliment, but you should go too before I take care of that boner in the shower."
I was so absorbed in her I didn't realize the pain in my loins, standing tall. Pointed directly at her, like a compass to paradise. "Right. I won't take long." My muscles ached, but I was able to get out of bed. Just as I was walking past her, I stopped. She's mine now, right? Facing her, I kissed her lips and took a handful of her boob. I felt her lips curve as I took a long pause to touch her. With that, I headed to the bathroom.
Once my business was done, and the toilet was flushed, I turned on the shower. Just as I entered it, she walked in behind me. She grabbed a cloth and some soap. She lathered herself up, wiping any dried juices and sweat. The bubbles creamed over her mountains, like a swimsuit that a simple breeze could destroy. Like her body wasn't meant to be covered, only exposed.
I couldn't resist grabbing her, massaging her skin even more than was necessary. I loved the sound of her giggling at my new obsession. She started to wipe the soapy cloth on me. I can't exactly blame her wanting my crusty cock cleaned before I make her kiss it later. Maybe sooner rather than later…so many choices.
This time she was the one initiating a kiss. My hands had never left her tits, but I moved one to cup her ass as she began stroking my shaft. "You're name's Mikah, right?"
With a nod, she replied. "Yeah.Mikah Lynn. But you can call me whatever. Baby, wifey, titty-bitch,
whatever you prefer, daddy."
"My name's Humbert Ballcheck."
"Do you have a preference on what I call you? I like calling you daddy, but you're my master, and my boyfriend."
"Call me things like sweetie or darling when we're in public, but daddy or sir when we're alone."
"Understood, sir. " She kissed my neck and spoke into my ear.
"Before we get some food, what hole would you like to drain this painful looking boner in? I'm hungry, so I can make it quick. Don't worry about making me cum everytime you should get drained."
"Face the wall. I'll make this quick." She was grinning as she posed. Her blonde hair was slick to her back and face, but that smile couldn't be hidden. Her tits were so large that squishing them against the wall meant her arms were barely extended to brace herself on the tiled surface. Her ass was so thick I had to put in work for the reward of entering her pussy. Large asses growing on breedable women to prevent lesser dicks from easily entering her with their sub-bar genes. We live in a higher world, where genetics matter for making money, not survivability.[image]
Just slipping inside her caused my eyes to roll back. I only just stuck it in, and my knees felt weak. This isn't to savor her cunt, just use it. I held her hips tight, and thrusted her against the wall. Her funbags served as a personal cushion to prevent her face being slammed into a porcelain tile wall with each thrust. Before I thrusted outward again, her walls clenched and refused to let go.
"My kitty is hangry, daddy. It wants to be full so we can eat, too. Baby can't live on jizz alone, ya know! I've tried." Using the wall as a brace, she started her vibrating trick. She looked me in the eye and stuck her tongue out as her body shivered like a robotic fleshlight, and literally milked the loud right out of me. My jizz wasn't thick, but my cock had charged up enough sperm to give a college try at breeding her.
This was my life now. A cumdump with a smile at a moment's notice. I kept myself inside her, feeling the warmth of our juices slowly slide down onto the floor. I was already craving to always feel her body against mine. "Aw, does daddy like to cuddle?"
"I like feeling this soft body."
"Hmpf. I'll be a good dolly for you to play with whenever you want." I kissed her neck, and gave her boob one more squeeze before separating. "What do you want to eat?"
"Well, we have to talk about if you want to control my meals. Mom left the list of my diet and routines to keep myself so fuckable. It's our first day of vacation, so order me whatever you want.Maybe something light, my stomach feels full from the poundings."
"We aren't paying for the food. I'm ordering a god damn steak."
"After all your playtime with my tits and ass, you still want more juicy meat?"
I ordered a giant steak and some cake. I'm not going to waste an opportunity like this. Besides, I have a solid new workout routine of daily fucking a busty bimbo. I ordered her some sandwiches and a salad.
With a knock not too long later, the food was here. It only just occurred to me that Mikah is still completely naked. Do I order her to hide? Order her to put clothes on? Maybe order her to open the door as is? Show her off? Let the world know I'm her sugar daddy? Do I want to 'control' who interacts with her? Chain her in my house and let no one know I own her?
Nah, that's no fun. I have a lot to figure out, though. "Babe, go throw something light on yourself. I'll get the door."
"Yes sir!"
The staff brought the food in on a cart. We didn't pick up the mess. Clothes, lube, pills, it wasn't subtle. Wait, it's fucking Vegas! This is just a Tuesday for them. Just as they finished leaving the food, Mikah walked out in a tank top two sizes too small, and some panties. 'Light' isn't exactly inaccurate.[image]
One of the guys definitely did a double take as her tits bounced with every step. With them gone, we sat down. This would be the first time we would be interacting without sex being the center of focus. Cutting into my food, I could at least make conversation. "We have a lot to go over. Do you have any other living family?
"No. The only family my mom knew of, was her daddy, and he passed when I was a kid."
"...and her own mother?"
"I heard she died when my mom was in highschool. She didn't go to college because grandpa made her the woman of the house." Uh Huh, yeah. This had absolutely nothing to do with her crazy mindset about a women's worth and what are the 'responsibilities' necessary to do for their survival and to the owner of the house. Well, it's not my place to call the kettle black, since I'm willingly endorsing this mindset.
"What about your father?"
"He was a friend of grandpa. He died of a heart attack while he knocked up my mom."
"Your life has been defined by intense sex since literally insemination?"
"Mhm! Some things are just destiny. Once mom saw my body develop early, she checked for a lot things. I was born without a gag reflex, too!" She nodded fiercely, her tits bouncing with her. I can't even be surprised anymore by this girl.
"Where was your home before coming here?" She puffed out her chest, and added a twang to her voice. "Texas raised, where everything's bigger."[image]
"But clearly not everything's flat." Here I thought it would be Alabama. Close enough.
"You don't have any friends?
"I used to, but once puberty hit, school became too difficult. The only people I've had for a few years was mom and the men we fucked. My age, college age, your age, older. Mom wanted me to be the greatest stepford whore there ever was. She succeeded. ♥️" She winked, before taking a bite of her food.
"Have you graduated highschool?"
"No, daddy. I had to stop going to public school, and I didn't have the means for a GED." Did I even need to ask why she couldn't attend a facility full of jealous girls, horny boys, and power abusing teachers? Sleeping with them all isn't a fool-proof plan. What's the point of trading grades for sex if you still fail the classes you can't bribe?
"Is that something you desire for yourself?" She wiped her face, thinking. "It's never really mattered to me before. Not really, I suppose. I'm not totally stupid, but if you asked certain things about
geography, or math equations, or things like that, I wouldn't know anything. Mom taught me ladylike and whorelike things. Sex experience, sexual health, and I can cook and clean with the best of them."
"Sweetie, I'm pretty sure a lot of people your age wouldn't be good at answering those things. I will desire to see your skills in action at my home. There's just a lot to talk about. I'm not against discussing you studying in the long term future. Admittedly I probably wouldn't want you spending your time on that in the near future, so you can adjust living with me."
She grinned as she rested her chin under her palm, leaning on the table. "You mean dedicate myself to you as a glorified slave until you get over the honeymoon phase of owning me."
I couldn't look at her directly when I honestly replied. "...Yes."
"It's okay, daddy! I mean it. I make men happy, and now I'm at your beck and call. You're single, you're frustrated, I'm here now."
"Even if this honeymoon phase could be a very long time?"
"Well, if in 10 years I'm already popping out kids, a GED isn't something that I would have time for. Or maybe we just never stop the honeymoon phase. It's your call, just…" She moved her hands down, staring at her plate. I called her name, but it still took her a moment to react."I do find this genuinely sexually stimulating, and you're trying to give a shit about me as a person which says more about you than most people I've known, and you're super nice, but other than sex, I…"
"Mikah, I want to make things work between us."
"You wanna make things 'work'? Then fine, I'll absolutely try." Her tone was harsher than I had ever heard from her.[image]
"An attitude like that is why my mom felt you were my best bet at being happy and stable. I'll be a loving girlfriend instead of a blow-up doll sitting in your closet. We can talk, we can watch movies or read books, but I know what 'this'-" She gestured her hand, pointing between us repeatedly. "-needs to be before we genuinely have long term affection. I came here knowing I would be a whore, and a slave. The whore part is nothing new for me, and having one man to focus on-, well, unless you like selling me out to other men, not my point here. My point is that stability is something I haven't ever had. Something mom lost. She…" Mikah looked down at the floor, her face twitched in anger.
"She did a lot she wished she didn't have to, to come this far for us. Knowing she left like this isn't easy for me, but I trust her. I mean it, you make me feel good. I want to see where this compatibility goes. So I'll do whatever it takes for you to trust me. Sign some paperwork, give you the 1% of a fuckton of money, control my phone, whatever you want. Put a tracker under my skin for all I care."She draped her arm over her sternum to hold the opposite one. A defensive position.
"Just…please don't leave me all alone. Everyone leaves me. I thought mom would be the only person I could trust who wouldn't leave me. I would have gladly teamed up with her to serve you, and she just LEFT. " She kept her face down, but I knew she was fighting to not tear up.
"Come here. Sit on my lap." With no rush, she followed my instructions. I wrapped an arm around her waist, and had her rest her head on my shoulder. "This is the last time I will say this. If you have been dishonest with me in any way, I will make you regret it." Just as she opened her mouth, I brought a finger to her lips. "But, I want this to be real. I won't leave you. Just don't make me regret it. You have a daddy now. Everything's going to be okay."
Moving my hand to her back, I held her tightly, like embracing a lover. Gently, my hand flowed across it, to and fro as she began sobbing into my shoulder. I debated moving my hand down to cup her ass, but I'm not that cold hearted. I'll give her time to be my genuine babygirl before being my arm candy. As she cried, I heard her muttering. "I'll be good. I'll be good." Like a mantra to put faith in.
I focused my thoughts on all my new options for the future. I could literally watch tv and fondle her whenever I want. And when I get hard, I can just shove her face on it. No fucking shit I'm going to keep her. Was her mother preventing other men from snatching her permanently all this time? There's no way that with all the men in Texas, someone didn't try.
Big titty blonde with daddy issues. The greatest stereotype.
"I-I…how long was I crying? Your food didn't get cold, did it? I can-" I mimicked my earlier movement of shushing her.
"There's a microwave here. This is overwhelming on us both emotionally. I want to show you I care. There will be rules in my house, but you don't deserve to live in a broom closet like a doll. You deserve some form of happiness, especially if you will be making me happy in return." I saw her lip tremble before she kissed me, pressing down with force, like an old cartoon.
"Daddy's had such a hard day. Fucking, and fucking, and barely any rest after making two women understand he's the boss. Did you wanna blow another load before bedtime?" I knew my dick wanted to say yes, but after eating my body wanted to stop. "I need to rest, sweetie."
"Save your strength. We are gonna have so much tomorrow. For two weeks! Oh, but if you wake up in the middle of the night with a stiffy…I'm yours now. It's up to you if you want to bother waking me up before sticking it in. I won't deny you." I sat on the bed as she cleaned up the discarded clothes on the floor. "Daddy, is there something I can do so you feel safe that I won't leave while you sleep? Or do you trust me?"
I paused, and stared at her. She had her cocked, looking innocent and genuine. After the obvious moment had passed, she grabbed her suitcase. "We can go over the clothes later, but here's everything I own. I don't think you can lock the door, but you could put my wallet in the safe."
She was serious. I'm starting to feel bad for distrusting her. Wait, she consented to beating her while having raw sex. She liked a controlling man. Fine. I did a quick once over for strange items or weapons, and grabbed her wallet and non-serviced phone. She could still use the internet on it, and look up how to unlock the safe.
"Get in the bathroom while I lock up your things."
"Yes, sir." There was no tone in her voice. She accepted my orders like it was common sense. With everything set, I could finally sleep. Landing back on the bed, I ordered her to join me. Laying down, she placed her head on my shoulder. "Did you want anything? You don't have to sleep yet if you want to watch tv or anything."
"I don't want to distract you. I like cuddling too."
I didn't wake up in the middle of the night with wood, but I did get an early morning rise. With the late wake up and afternoon nap yesterday, I shouldn't be surprised. Mikah was lying peacefully on her back, tits pointed to the sky. Her captivating, pretty face. Looking as fuckable as she always did.[image]
Calling her name didn't get a reaction out of her. Fuck it. The lube container was on the nightstand. Applying some to my fingers, I got her pussyhole ready. Getting on top of her, I inserted my throbbing dick inside her. Still groggy from waking up, I moved slowly, enjoying her insides.
It was just so damn good. Not needing to worry about her pleasure and no need to resist cumming, it was perfect for the job. As I felt her pussy heat up, I realized she had opened her eyes. She was smiling at me.[image]
"Good morning, daddy."
"G-Good morning, baby. Daddy woke up stiff."
"It's okay. This is what I'm for now. Always what I have been. Should I stay quiet and let you use me?"
"Good girl." With that, I increased force into my thrusts. She kept smiling at me as I looked at face while I felt my cum climbing to escape. She mimed her lips to smooch at me, taunting to enjoy her
body. I lowered my body, pressing down on her as our lips touched, and my tip poked her cervix before spurting my hot streams. I couldn't move my hips anymore, just holding myself inside her as my cum escaped me.
Her pussy massaged me while her tongue explored mouth. I had no idea if she was milking me consciously or if this was another sign of her fuckdoll body's innate talent.
"Do you feel better, daddy? Do you wanna sleep some more, or do you want breakfast?" Still panting, I pushed myself off of her. "Very good, sweetie. It's time for us to get up."