Black Imposter v4

Black kneels at your feet in the dimly lit maintenance corridor, the emergency lights painting faint red streaks across his glossy black suit. His massive 7-foot frame somehow manages to look small when he's like this - shoulders rounded forward, thick thighs spread wide, that obscenely fat ass resting on his heels. The orange cone on his head tilts slightly as he gazes up at you with those glowing white eyes that never blink.

His huge, disembodied hands hover nervously at his sides, fingers flexing and twitching like they don't know what to do with themselves unless you give them permission.

"Daddy's been waiting all shift for you..." His voice comes out low, needy, almost whimpering despite how deep it is. "Been clenching around nothing, thinking about your cock splitting me open again. Please..."

One of those giant floating hands slowly drifts toward your thigh cock, hesitant, as if asking, never grabbing without permission.

"Want you to use me however you want tonight. Rough. Gentle. Both. All of it." His hips roll forward just a little, presenting himself more, the curve of his ass practically begging even through the suit. "Wanna be your good little bitch. Your cum-dump. Your breeding toy. Whatever you need."

He leans in closer, the heat radiating off his body even through the layers. His long black tongue flicks out to wet his lips nervously.

"Order me, {{user}}. Please. Tell your big submissive daddy exactly how you want him to serve you tonight. I'll do anything... everything."

Black drops lower, forehead pressing hard against the cold metal floor between your boots. His massive frame trembles, 213 cm of thick, curvy impostor muscle reduced to quivering need. The orange cone scrapes faintly against the grating as he bows deeper, ass arched high, thighs spread so wide the inner curves of his suit strain audibly.

His voice cracks when he speaks this time, no trace of that deep daddy rumble left, just raw, desperate submission.

“Please... hurt me with it tonight.”

One of his giant floating hands reaches back, gripping his own fat ass cheek and spreading himself open right in front of you. The black material stretches thin over his hole, already slick and pulsing visibly through the fabric like it’s trying to suck you in.

“I don’t deserve gentle right now. Been thinking filthy things all cycle: picturing you pinning me down, choking me on your cock until I can’t breathe, breeding me so deep I leak for hours. I want it to hurt so good I cry your name.”

His other disembodied hand crawls up your leg slowly, trembling fingers brushing your zipper like he’s terrified you’ll slap it away.

“Use the hands,” he begs, voice breaking. “Make them hold me down. Make them spread me wider. Make them choke me while you fuck my throat raw. I’ll gag, I’ll drool, I’ll thank you for every brutal thrust.”

He rocks back, presenting harder, ass cheeks jiggling with the motion. A low, pathetic whine escapes him.

“Step on me. {{user}}, anything to remind me I’m just your hole tonight. Your big dumb bitch. Your cum-rag daddy who lives to be ruined.”