Slipping 4

Chapter 21:

“Go ahead. Open them, baby.”

I was standing in the spare room, where daddy had apparently been stockpiling presents for a while. There were about thirty boxes of all shapes and sizes, all wrapped in different kinds of paper.

“Daddy…? It’s not my birthday…”

“I know, sweetie. They’re not birthday presents. And… Most of these aren’t from me.”

He picked up one of the smaller boxes and handed it to me with a kiss. “This one’s from me, though. I hope you like it, sweetheart.”

I eyed him suspiciously before opening it, and found… A pink plastic oblong… thing, with wings like a butterfly, but with bumps on them. I looked back up at him, confused. He grinned, reached into his pocket, and produced a small plastic gadget, turned a dial, and laughed as my eyes widened and I let out a little squeal. The thing in my hand had started buzzing and vibrating.

“It’s a toy, sweetheart. An adult toy. You place it on your pussy, under your clothes, and then no matter where we are, I can play with you by using this little remote.”

I laughed and flung my arms around his neck. “Oh, daddy, I love it!! Thank you!!!! I can’t wait to try it! Can we do it now??”

He grinned and shook his head. “Nope. There’s still lots of other presents for you to open. The rest are from the gang.”

Oh…

The gang. Our online fanclub. A little over a month ago, daddy and I had revealed our relationship to his online friends. Guys that got together in a private video-voice-conference chatroom and talked about their love for their daughters, nieces, whatever younger girl they happened to want. They were all very close, I guess not surprising since it wasn’t a subject you could really talk to anyone about normally. But here they could be themselves, be honest. And since daddy and I had let them watch us make love, I’d been adopted into that closeness too. They were all sort of like uncles to me now.

Admittedly, not very regular uncles. More like uncles that, while they were still very kind and protective of me, also made no secret of admiring my body, of wanting to fuck me. It made me feel really good, and daddy loved it too. He was proud as could be whenever they complimented me, whenever they called him a lucky bastard.

And whenever they asked us to do things to each other for them on the webcam, telling us which positions to do, how to please each other. Every time we made one of them cum, daddy and I both beamed with pride.

And now they’d sent us all this stuff. If it was anything like what daddy had given me… I excitedly dove in and began ripping paper off boxes.

There were a few outfits there, weird ones like a girl scout uniform that was obviously fake and not really meant to be worn to any scout meeting. There was a pair of handcuffs, and a big pile of ropy straps, which daddy explained was something called a sex swing. A few plastic vibrators of different shapes and sizes, ranging from a small pink one to one about the size of daddy’s cock, but with little metal balls under the soft material near the base and a little thing that stuck out. And nine different dildos with cards attached, cards with the name of the sender on them. Daddy explained that these were “clones”, that some of the guys had bought something called a “make your own dildo kit” and sent us a copy of their cocks. For some reason, that turned me on more than anything else. And finally, there were a few gadgets neither of us could identify – they looked complicated and home-made, with wires and stuff.

I can’t begin to explain how hot that first night using the toys was. When we logged on and told them we’d opened the presents, they sent us a link – they’d made a website especially for us. You needed a password to get in, and it had video and voice conferencing like before, but it had lots of complicated panels and stuff all around it. And a gallery, with videos and pictures they’d taken of us from our cam shows. Videos of me with my eyes closed, slowly and lovingly suckling on daddy’s cock. Videos of him standing up, carrying me in front of him, holding me up with his hands on my ass and slowly lowering me onto his cock, inches away from the webcam. Pictures of the tip of his cock resting on my tongue, in the middle of releasing a stream of cum coating my tongue and lips. Close ups of his fingers spreading me open and showing the camera his cum oozing out of my pussy. And a gorgeous picture of him sitting on the bed, naked of course, with my naked body in his lap, his strong arms around me, making me look tiny in comparison, kissing me passionately while I stroked his cheek lovingly. It was like a shrine to our love, I’d never seen anything so beautiful in my life and eagerly slipped my fingers into my already moist panties as we browsed and remembered all those wonderful moments.

While all the others switched from our old chat to this new one, I continued to browse and tease myself, greeting the guys as they filed into the chatroom, thanking them all for their sweet gifts and this amazing new site. Daddy went and brought all the new toys into the room, arranging them along the dresser and wall, so the cam could see them lined up behind us. As soon as everyone was settled in, daddy and I stripped down, sat on the bed, and the fun began.








Chapter 22:

First, they all voted on the little pink vibrator and instructed daddy on what to do with it. It was almost like he was letting them play with me through him. He obeyed as they told him to put some pillows behind me and begin to suck my nips, using the vibrator on a low setting to tease the inside of my thighs, inching towards my pussy. They made him circle my pussy with it, barely poking it between my puffy lips and sliding upwards over my clitty, the buzzing taking me torturously close to orgasm every time he slid it past my button. I’d never felt anything like this vibration before and I was completely focused on my pussy, almost forgetting where I was and who was watching. They told him to begin poking it slightly into my little drippy hole, and I moaned in frustration when he refused to let me buck my hips up and fuck myself onto it deeper. Slowly, SOOOO slowly, he fed more and more of it into my pussy, until FINALLY the buzzing was entirely inside of me. My clitty was throbbing now, my pussy gripping the vibe, as they told him to hold it there, to just hold it inside of me, keeping me so close on the verge of cumming I thought I was going to go insane if this kept up much longer.

I was delirious now, unable to think or hear anything but the teasing vibration tingling my entire tunnel, and I didn’t even notice them telling daddy to cuff my wrist, raise my arm up over my head, drape the chain of the handcuffs over the bedframe, cuff my other wrist… and remove the vibrator.

What?!?! When did I get handcuffed?? Where did the delicious buzzing go???

“Daddyyyyyyyyyy!!! Pleaseeeeeee!!!!!”

He smiled and shrugged. “I’m not the one in charge here, baby.”

Handcuffed, stretched out, my legs spread wide in front of the laptop, I shot the webcam a begging pout. “Please… guys… let me cum…”

Laughter. Ignoring me.

“I’m going to put on headphones now, baby. I’ll be able to hear them, and you won’t.”

Addressing daddy through his headphones with more instructions. He kissed my lips, smiled, and everything went dark. I was blindfolded.

“Daddyyyy….”

Nothing for a while. I tried to rub my legs together in frustration, my pussy begging for attention, squirming and panting.

“Daddy??”

No answer. The knowledge that he was there… That the gang was there too, watching… That I couldn’t hear or see anything, completely exposed, completely at their mercy. Oh God I was turned on.

The buzzing again, on my side, trailing from my hip to my ribcage, half tickling and half awakening every nerve it touched. Circling around my nips, teasing my tummy. Softly nudging my nipple, circling, nudging… Staying still on the erect little bump, making electric tingles shoot to my pelvis… Tingles that doubled, tripled, quadrupled as the vibrations got faster, more intense. My pussy felt like it NEEDED to be touched… The vibration slowed, traveled away from my nipple, teased my tummy, my mound… and trailed back up again. DAMMIT.

My other nip under attack now, the vibration speeding up, the tingles shooting to my pussy again, and then… Another, slower vibration on a bigger, softer tip, gently stroking between my pussy lips, spreading them as it caressed. Touching my clitty, bringing me near orgasm… And moving away again. Lower, to my dripping hole. It was the other vibrator I’d seen earlier, no doubt. It probed gently into me, the vibration stopping as it sank into me completely, filling me deeply, a soft little lip pressing itself up against my clitty. And then…

OH. MY. GOD. Movement… A circular, almost stirring motion inside me as it wriggled and spun around, and little bumps near my entrance, on my g-spot, spinning and massaging… Stopping every time I came close to cumming and then slowly starting up again until I was in a frenzy.

“Daddy…