Toybox #11 (Draupnir 2.2) (Patreon)

The next morning, Benjamin woke up hard and horny. He still had seven rings waiting and was growing to doubt his own self-control. “At this rate I’m going to keep fucking my daughter,” he told himself in the mirror in the morning, and outside he heard his wife knock.

“Benjamin, dear, are you okay in there?”

“Yes, Kayla!” He spoke more harshly than he meant to, but that was only because he was speaking private thoughts aloud like an idiot. He stared at himself in the mirror and sighed. His dick was enormously swollen, and he was sure that his wife…his CHEATING wife…wouldn’t take any notice of its increased size. Violet would, though, and she would come up to him with a honeyed daddy and sweet, soft hands to alleviate him.

He dressed and met his daughters downstairs. Ellie was as oblivious as Kayla was about his sizable hard-on. Violet, however, was keenly aware and greeted his arousal with a smile that morning. “Good morning, daddy! You seem very…alert…this morning!!”

Benjamin caught her smiling at his tented trousers and grimaced. She was a good girl, but this ring had done something to her. He didn’t like the way she called him daddy. It made him horny, and he hated that his own daughter was making him horny.

“Daddy,” said Violet as he settled at the table to eat his breakfast. He was trying to hide behind the morning newspaper and was failing. Every time she called him like that, he felt his dick throb. He looked at Violet and found her leaning over onto the table to show off her new cleavage. She still didn’t have a bra that fit, and her breasts hung against the table with her stiff nipples showing through her blouse. “Think you could give me a ride to school today?”

Benjamin choked on nothing as he stared at her. “I…I don’t think…Uh…” As he spoke, his wife was coming downstairs to join them, and he folded the table and looked at her for help. “Kayla?”

“What,” she asked. She did not speak unkindly, but there was no warmth in her as she regarded him. “Take advantage of her attention while you have it. You never know what you might lose if you don’t pay close enough attention, you know.” She sashayed by him with a forceful swing of her hips, and he realized how pointed the statement was.

Benjamin followed his wife’s movements with his gaze. She was not an unattractive woman, but she was matronly. Like him, she had let herself go some, but she was still quite beautiful and clearly, she thought that she had been neglected. He wondered if what was why she was cheating. Since it was with a woman, he had assumed it was an inadequacy on his part. Now, he had other suspicions.

Angry and hurt by Kayla’s response, he regarded Violet’s dancing eyes with a frown and said, “Fine. Be ready in ten.”

“Yay,” said Violet, and she bounced in her seat and in her blouse. Her sister looked at her and rolled her eyes.

“You’re acting like a kid, Vi.”

“Oh, come on, Ellie, you love daddy, too, don’t you?” She hugged Eleanor tightly, and her sister shoved her off.

“I do, but clearly not as much as you do.”

“Clearly,” said Violet with a look toward Benjamin, who blushed, stiffened and hid behind his newspaper again.

The family finished breakfast, and Violet bounced and jiggled her way out to the car after Benjamin. He got into the driver’s seat, and she buckled into the passenger seat with the strap between her new breasts. Her nipples were still stiff, and she caught her father staring and smiled. “See something you like, daddy?”

Benjamin stammered, cleared his throat and started the car. “L-Let’s just go,” he muttered, and he pulled out and onto the street. Not long after, they were on the highway to her school. Benjamin drove in silence but could see his daughter’s eyes fixed on him, and he wondered what she was thinking until she said it aloud.

“You know, daddy, for an older guy, you’re really hot.” She touched his arms lightly and said, “You’ve got such strong shoulders and arms.”

“Sweetie, stop, I’m driving.”

“And you fuck me so hard.”

Benjamina swerved to miss a car that wasn’t there and stared at his daughter. “Violet!”

She giggled. “Sorry!”

Benjamin took a few moments to gather his breath and slow his heart rate, and to her credit, his daughter behaved herself, but he could see her glittering eyes and knew what she was thinking. If he left her to her own devices, she would do and say worse, so he had to act prudently. He thought for a moment and then said, “Violet, you have your own car, don’t you?”

“I dooooo...”

“Then why did you need me to drive you, honey?”

“Oh, daddy,” she sighed. “Silly, silly daddy,” she said, and she reached out and touched him through his pants. He swerved again, but this time it did not stop her. Instead, she undid his pants and pulled his stiff dick out with a purr. “Oh, poor daddy! Your big, thick dick is so hard! What kind of wife have I been that I’m not taking care of you?!”

Benjamin slowed his breathing to calm himself and kept his hands tight on the wheel to keep from swerving as his daughter stroked him. He was hard, and he was leaking precum. He kept his jaw tight as he groaned to her, “You’re not my wife.” Violet frowned at him for the first time in two days.

“Don’t be so mean, daddy! You gave me the ring, and you’ve consummated our marriage a times now. I’m your wife just as much as mom is,” she said, and she stroked him from crown to root and gathered his precum on the way. Violet smiled at his dick as she stroked him, and she giggled to herself as she said, “And besides, your dick seems to be honest, doesn’t it?”

“Vi,” he groaned, and then he gasped as she thumbed his sticky crown. “Nn. Please, baby…”

“Oh, I knew you needed it, daddy. You need to come, and you need your daughter to help you do it, don’t you?”

“N…No!”

“Why are you fighting it so hard, daddy? You want it. You want me.” She undid her seatbelt and leaned over to lick his earlobe as she stroked him, and then she whispered, “Just let me suck your dick, daddy, and then you’ll feel so much better.”

Benjamin throbbed, and he nearly exploded right there, but his vision was blurring and his arms felt heavy. He was sweating and gasping as she struggled to stay on the road, and he almost pulled over to fuck her, but he regained his composure when he said, “Please, Vi, it’s not safe. I’ll…I’ll fuck you after work, I promise. I’ll…let you help me then, but not while we’re driving.”

Violet held him by his root and stared at his dick. “But you’re so big,” she said, and then she sighed and released him. “But fine! You’re right. It’s not worth killing ourselves over, but you better let me help you when you get home.” She caressed his dick fondly as she spoke to him, and she said, “Poor thing. Your balls are going to be hurting so bad today, but it’ll be a real relief when you get home to me, then, won’t it?” She smiled and giggled to herself. “You’re so kinky, daddy! I love it!”

Benjamin breathed a sigh of relief when his daughter freed his dick and drove carefully toward her school with his hard, leaking cock pressed firmly against his belly. His shirt would be stained, but he saw it as a victory that his daughter’s womb would be spared his semen.

Violet watched him the rest of the way and seemed sad to see her school as they drove around looking for a parking space. Once parked, she sighed and took hold of him again, and Benjamin hardly had the words to fight her at this point, he was so desperate. “Vi…!”

“Goodbye, big guy,” she whispered, and she kissed his sticky crown and sucked the precum from it before opening the passenger door. “Bye, daddy! I’ll see you when you get home.” She gave him a wink and licked her lips clean before leaving him alone in the car.

Benjamin gripped the steering wheel tight and stared at his turgid dick. He could take care of himself, but the thrumming of the ring told him not to. Whether married to Violet or not, he did view himself as a king, and he thought that a king did not attend to their own needs. If he wouldn’t use Violent, and he didn’t want to use her anymore, then he would have to find someone else to be his queen in her place.

Benjamin was still mostly hard when he arrived at work, but he had lost enough steel to allow him to at least zip his pants up. He left his car feeling victorious in getting that much and staggered into the building with the biggest tent he had seen outside of a circus. No one seemed to take notice of it. Not even the secretaries, who were eye-level with his crotch as he wandered by them, said a single thing.

He was at work and struggling to focus when his boss approached. Sara Garland peeked at him over his cubicle and gave him a sad, uncertain smile. “Hey, big guy, how are you…hanging in there?” He could tell how uncomfortable she was, but she was trying. The sight of her pretty face was both a balm and a torture to him. He reached into his pocket and fingered the seven silver rings he had hiding inside of there.

“I’m…fine,” he said, and he breathed slowly to hide his smile. He was not fine. His balls ached more than his heart did, but once he came the guilt would take him right back to where he was before. Violet could not be his outlet, and he had to find someone or something safe to alleviate his lusts. He winced as he pulled a ring from his pocket because he accidently slapped his half-swollen crotch against his desk as he moved. “Hey, Sara, I wanted to, um, thank you for the other day. Here.”

Benjamin tossed the ring at her because he felt so uncomfortable with the whole situation. He knew what that ring would be mean if she put it on, and he knew the cost she would have to pay. Violet had been an accident, but Sara would be cheating on his wife and cheating with someone younger. Knowing that Kayla was cheating on him did not help alleviate the guilt, and neither did the pretty but bemused smile she wore as she caught the ring and regarded it.

“A ring…?”

“Put it on.”

Sara rolled her eyes. “I will, I will,” she said. “What a strange thing to give someone,” she said, but she slipped the ring onto her right ring finger. “Aren’t you married? How would your wives feel about you giving someone else a ring like this?”

“My wife…” Benjamin paused and frowned. “Wait, wives?”

Sara nodded. “Yes, wives,” she said. “You’ve got your wife and also your daughter, right?”

“How did you…?” He stops quiet. “…And what about you?”

Sara looks at the silver ring on her finger and the strange, foreign script slides across the surface. She shrugs. “Looks like you have three wives now,” she says, and she stares sternly at him. “Don’t think that means you can slack off at work, mister. I know things are strange with your first wife, but you have two more to take care of you, so I expect you to focus.”

Benjamin swallows. “Uh…Yeah,” he says, and he nods absently.

“Good,” she says, and Sara turns quickly, and Benjamin listens to her heels as she goes straight to her office to start her day.

Benjamin tried his hardest to focus on his work, but the numbers on his spread sheet seemed to dance, jump and take on the shape of female genitalia. Considering all of that strange, he figured that the continued thrumming of the ring and the insistent throbbing of his dick was trying to communicate something to him and decided to walk the office to stretch his legs.

He passed Sara’s office a few times before she went to the door and called him in. Alone with her, Benjamin felt strange as she stared at him with her arms crossed over her bountiful bosom. She seemed…thicker? Sara already had large, perky breasts, but the hour or so that they had been apart seemed to have made them larger. He assumed it to be the ring doing to her what it had done to Violet only a few days before.

She pursed her ruby red lips as she stared at him. “Benjamin…What in the world are you doing just…pacing the office.”

“I…”

She shook her head and lifted her hand. “Listen, I was understanding the other day when you told me that your wife was…is…cheating on you.” She held up her right ring finger and showed him the silver ring there. “But you’ve got not one but two more wives to replace her. I understand you still being sad, but I don’t understand how you can be so…despondent with two more wives and both of us younger.”

“Well…”

She shook her head. “I don’t want excuses, Benjamin. I want action. What do I have to do to get you back to work?”

“Blow me.”

Sara paused, and her eyebrows went up. “…Excuse me…?”

Benjamin paused, too, and his face went blank. His brain was trying to process what he had said, but the lack of proper blood flow was interrupting his thoughts. He stammered and wrung his hands, but that did nothing to help him.

Sara pursed her lips again and crossed her arms, and it made her swollen bosom move and shift around her slender forearms. “Would you care to repeat that, mister?”

Benjamin swallowed and felt himself breaking out into a cold sweat. “…No…?”

“No?” Sara stepped closer to him, and the click of her heels on the floor of her office sounded like the nails in his coffin to him. “Then I’ll tell you what I THOUGHT I heard, which is you telling me to blow you?”

Benjamin wondered who turned the air up so hot and how it was also so cold in the office. He tugged at his shirt, but his dick was painfully erect from hearing her say the words and watching her pretty lips form the words as she spoke them. He tried to speak, but all he said was, “…Erp?”

“Well, if that’s all you have to say…” Sarah turned and locked her office door, and she closed the blinds on them. “So, are you taking your pants off or am I?”

Benjamin, already hard, nearly came. He tried to speak again, but he coughed instead.

Sarah turned to him with a frown. “Benjamin, cover your mouth when you cough,” she said, and she crossed the space between them and felt him through his pants. “Oh!” She smiled and her blue eyes glittered with delight. “Okay. Well…” She stuck her tongue out playfully and looked him in the eyes as she felt him through his pants. “Now I can see why you’re so distracted! You DO need a blowjob, don’t you?”

“…Erp?”

Sara laughed and rubbed him through his pants now. “Lucky for you, you have a wife who works with you.” She tugged him by his belt and dragged him around the desk, where she sat down and stared at his tented pants. “How have I never noticed this before?” She stared up at him and, still smiling, said, “Something this big will smear my lipstick, but that’s the price I’ll have to pay to keep my man happy, huh?”

“Your man?!”

“Mmhmm.” Sara undid his pants slowly and then undid his belt. Then, with her fingers hooked in his pants and his briefs at the same time, she freed him. Benjamin’s swollen dick swung into view with precum gushing and nearly stained her top, but Sara gasped and cackled with delight before she took hold of him. “Oh. Wow. That’s…even bigger than I expected, and I expected big!”

Benjamin held his breath in hopes that it would keep him from firing, but Sara pumped him with both hands and challenged his conviction. She caught him gasping and wheezing as he braced against the wall for support, and she gave a girlish laugh that sounded almost nothing like her.

“Oh, poor Ben. Are you okay up there?”

“Ah!” He looked at her and saw her heavy bosom swinging. Like Violet, Sara’s already big bosom had grown even bigger and now struggled against her bra and blouse both. He choked at the sight and, struggling to find words, said, “Erp…?”

“Smooth talker.” She licked her ruby red lips and winked at him, and then she stared down his pulsing, twitching length. “By the look of you, I don’t think you’ll last through a blowjob, but…I did say I’d smear my lipstick on you, and a promise is a promise.” She planted a single kiss on his sticky cockhead and left a red lip print, and that was all Benjamin could take.

He fired across her face and blouse, and she gasped and winced but did not recoil. In fact, Sara didn’t stop stroking him at all as he unloaded across her pretty face. He showered her with a deluge of hot semen, and though she grimaced, she stroked him through his orgasm with both hands like she was milking him. Her blouse grew sticky against her bosom, and he watched her oversized breasts bounce as she worked.

“Wow,” she said when he was finished, and she looked down her body at the mess he made of her. “You…Uh…You were backed up, weren’t you?”

“Erp,” he sighed, and he slid down the wall while she held him by the dick.

Sara smiled. “Big dick; big climax.” She purred quietly as she milked the last of his cum from his dick, and then parted her red lips to suck him into her mouth. Benjamin gasped and wriggled with his back to the wall, and then he settled in her grasp again as she withdrew from him. A clear, red ring was left at the midsection of his dick where she had stopped. Sara stroked him again and licked her lips. “Tastes good, too.”

Benjamin sighed.

Sara, soaked in his cum, smiled at him while holding him with both hands. She did not seem at all upset to have her outfit ruined, though she was not happy about it, either. She looked down her body at her sticky, stained clothes, and she whispered to herself, “Dry cleaning is going to be a chore.” She smiled at his dick again, though, and said, “But I guess it was worth it if it makes you this happy. I’ll have to start keeping towels on hand for this.”

“For…?” Benjamin twitched in her hand, and she laughed.

“Are you that surprised that your wife is going to take care of you at work?” She smiled at his dick. “And after seeing how big you are, how can I resist? Consider it an order from your boss: if you’re hard, bring it to me so I can milk you.”

Benjamin’s voice cracked as he said, “O-Okay!!”

She grinned. “Good boy. Now, shut up and let me clean you.” Then, tongue out, she took to licking and sucking him while he sat, spread legged and staring.

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