Page 40 of Then Came You

My breath hitches at her use of her name for me. It’s heading into April, a typically cooler time of the year, so why the fuck am I sweating like a pig? Oh yeah, because the woman equivalent to the heat of the sun is burning me from the inside out.

Me: Yes, baby girl?

Tink: I’m all achy and horny for you

Me: How can daddy make it better?

Tink: Can you send me a video of you stroking your big thick cock…Show me my prize for being such a good little patient girl waiting for you all this time.

It’s accompanied by a 7.6 second video close up of her whimpering as she inserts two of her fingers inside her. When she pulls them back, they’re covered in her juices.

I trip over my feet trying to place my phone on the glass coffee table. It takes a minute to get my phone to stand up against the medical journals I was reading earlier. When the angle is right. I sit back on the lounge and start leisurely stroking.

Should I grunt? Groan? Do I make any sound at all? Should I say her name? Tell her how I’m going to destroy her pussy next time I see her? Fuck. I should have manscaped. All these thoughts fly through my head, making sure my face is as least attractive as possible.

I stop the video recording and try again. This goes on for about twenty minutes. Sometimes I think my gut is showing, or my feet are in a weird position. Other times I hate that the breakfast bar is messy, so I push all the shit to one side. It’s darker now, so I have to adjust the light. Then a fly buzzes around in one of the videos. Honestly, how do influencers do this shit for a living? I’m stressed over the tiniest details. I calm myself and vow to try one more time, especially when I see her latest text.

Tink: Blade, baby, the handle of the roller brush doesn’t even come close to the feel of your cock.

There’s a very graphic video of her using the end of a hairbrush to fuck herself.

She’s earned this.

I sit back down and prepare to give her the show of my life.

With one hand I cup my balls, while the other moves up and down my length, twisting. Once I’m in the groove of things, it comes naturally to me, and I vocalise how much I want her.

“Yeah, baby girl, fuck yourself with your brush. That’s it, Tink. Fuck, baby, you’ve got me so hard. I can’t wait to cum on your pretty little body. Would you like daddy to do that?” My hands move faster as I tug harder on my cock. I’m so close. I can feel it.

So close…So close.

“Dad, what the fuck?” Zee shrieks frozen in horror, the bucket of KFC chips flying everywhere like confetti. The bucket thuds on the floor and the aroma of chicken salt wafts toward me. The cob loaf I’m sure my sister-in-law forced Alex to bring looks like vomit on my floor and he’s pissing himself laughing at the sight of me naked, fist on dick.

This all happens in a matter of seconds, but it feels like I’m living it in slow motion.

Zee’s eyes widen like saucers when his eyes span to my phone, which is still recording.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?” Alex heaves, bending over at the waist in hysterics. I can see water shedding from his eyes as he fucking speaks.

“Are you making a fucking porno?” Zee screeches. “What the fuck. Why are you calling yourself daddy? Are you having a midlife crisis? Please tell me you’re not using Only Fans? Can you put your fucking dick away? I promise you no one needs to see your shrinking, shrivelled dick.” He gestures to my now flaccid penis.

Alex roars like a hyena.

“The phone…The…Phone…It’s still recording.” He barely gets his sentence out.

I launch at my phone, pressing the stop button. My hands are fumbling so much that I accidentally press send to Row.

“No, no, no, no, noooooooo,” I bounce on the spot.

“Dad. Stop helicopter dicking us. Put it away.”

I don’t hear him.

“No. No. Fuck. Fuck.” I tear at my hair, ruining my normal do in the process.

“Bro, you have a snake pointing to your dick,” Alex howls, gasping for air. “Why do you have a snake pointing at your dick. Is it poisonous?”

This. Is. My. Worst. Nightmare.

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