Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Lick there, honey,” Daddy Jacob said. “Lick daddy’s balls.”
“Oh, God,” I mewed—there’s no other word for the sound I made with those words. A little girl voice, but as a whimper, a kitten sound. I licked, and I tasted it—the naughtiest thing I had ever tasted. Salty, and musky, and so degrading. I took a breath through my nose, and I smelled the dark, masculine smell of my daddy’s day walking around inspecting the perimeter.
I felt so dirty, like such a naughty girl—but not, at that moment, a bad girl. I wanted to be good for my daddies—I needed to please them like a good girl, because that was the only way to earn the release of the terrible arousal their humiliating, painful sexual discipline had brought. I licked, and kissed, and mewed in now-wordless kitten sounds.
And I pushed, down there, and felt the heat rush to my face as I did as Daddy Phil had commanded and felt him push the head of his rigid penis into my untried anus.
“That’s it,” Daddy Phil said. “Oh… wow… good girl, Marianne… good girl…”
My noises lengthened, rose in volume. The huge thing in my bottom-hole kept pressing further in, stretching me more than even the cone of my daddy’s strong fingers had done. I screamed, my body shuddering as Daddy Phil began to fuck my ass, driving deeper into my smallest hole with each thrust.
“Daddy…” I said, or she said, or maybe someone else. “Daddy… oh, God… Daddy, please… oh, it hurts… please…”
“Just take it, honey,” Daddy Jacob rumbled from far above me. “You’ll get more used to it the more we train you.”
I panted and I licked. I kissed my daddy’s balls tenderly, knowing how sensitive they were despite the rocklike hardness of the thighs whose curly hairs tickled my cheeks just as much as the fur on his scrotum tickled my nose. I licked reverently, because my daddy could give me pleasure if he wanted.
Daddy Phil’s left hand left my bottom, as he continued thrusting in my anus in long, painful strokes. His right took my own hand off the other cheek and moved it forward so that I could prop myself up on both elbows again as I served Daddy Jacob. My blue-eyed daddy’s hands took hold of my hips, encircling my waist and keeping me still so that he could use my ass as he pleased despite the way I had started to squirm and buck beneath him.
I cried out as I felt his lap start to press against my whipped bottom cheeks. I felt my face, held up against Daddy Jacob’s musky balls, become a mask of woe at the terrible discomfort of having my tiniest opening so over-full.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Daddy Phil murmured, bending over to speak into my ear. “Daddy’s going to come in your ass so soon.”
CHAPTER 16
Marianne
I felt Daddy Phil’s cock get even harder, and I sobbed into Daddy Jacob’s warm, fragrant lap at the hard thrusting my blue-eyed daddy clearly enjoyed so much, inside my little hole. My face got hot, and my ignored, desperately needy pussy clenched as I realized that I could already tell when my daddies were about to come from the way their penises felt inside me.
The hands around my waist gripped even tighter, and I heard Daddy Phil let out a grunt of pleasure. A split second later, I felt his hardness pulse and I knew his cock must be shooting my bottom full of his warm seed.
“That good, huh?” Daddy Jacob asked with a chuckle in his voice, making me blush even more fiercely. I kissed and kissed the warm, tightly drawn-up pouch where my brown-eyed daddy kept his own semen, as if it were a precious gift he might bestow on me—as if I meant to beg him to come in my ass, too.
“Uh-huh,” Daddy Phil replied, his voice still thick with his enjoyment. He had his cock all the way inside my bottom, my whipped cheeks resting on his muscular upper thighs. I let out a pitiful cry at the fullness and the openness he had enforced on my most private place. The cry got louder as Daddy Phil pressed himself even further in for a moment, and then started to pull his erection from my newly-deflowered anus. My noises quieted to tiny whimpers of discomfort as my daddy’s manhood withdrew, leaving my bottom feeling strange and empty. “Your turn, big guy.”
“I’m going to take her to the break room,” Daddy Jacob said. “I want to put her on the table the way Ned and Paul do with Ashley. If you start dinner, Marianne and I will do the dishes.”
The floating feeling grew very strong as I listened to them talk about me like the sex toy I had so clearly become—though a kind of sex toy, it seemed, who could be made to do the dishes. I heard Daddy Phil laugh, and it seemed to come from miles away. Daddy Jacob had started to stroke his cock slowly, and his hand held me close into his musky lap. His hips moved gently, almost idly, rubbing his manly private places against my face as if it felt pleasant to do that, to degrade his fuck toy that way.