Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Across the circle, I saw Jenna’s face contort in a grimace of desperate concentration. Her daddy’s hips snapped against her upturned bottom in a rapid, punishing rhythm. Beside her, Zoe whimpered as her daddy maintained an achingly slow pace, his massive cock barely moving within her trembling body.
Miss Frieda’s voice cut through the haze of arousal clouding my mind. “That’s it, girls. Feel every sensation. Let the pleasure build, but don’t you dare come.”
As the minutes ticked by, a wild hope began to bloom in my chest. Surely Miss Frieda wouldn’t keep us on edge like this forever? The ache between my legs had grown almost unbearable, my clit throbbing in time with my racing pulse. I convinced myself that this must be leading to something—a reward for our obedience, perhaps?
“Please,” I heard myself whimper, my voice barely recognizable. “Please, Miss Frieda. We’ve been so good.”
Our lovely trainer’s eyes glinted with a cruel satisfaction as she surveyed the scene before her. Seven writhing bodies, seven girls teetering on the precipice of ecstasy, seven daddies maintaining perfect control as they fucked their assigned bad girls with meticulous precision.
“Very good,” she purred, her voice low and silky. “You’ve all done so well, following instructions. I think it’s time for your reward.”
A surge of hope blossomed in my chest, warring with the desperate ache between my legs. Surely now, after all this torment, we would be allowed our release?
Miss Frieda’s next words shattered that fragile hope. “Daddies, on my mark, you will withdraw completely. Then you will finish yourselves on your bad girl’s back.”
A chorus of dismayed whimpers filled the air. Behind me, I felt Daddy Kevin’s hips stutter, his cock twitching inside me as he fought to maintain his own control.
“Now!” Miss Frieda barked.
In one agonizing moment, I felt Daddy Kevin’s thick shaft slide out of me. My pussy clenched around emptiness, a desperate sob escaping my lips. The sudden loss was almost painful, leaving me feeling hollow and bereft.
The aching emptiness between my legs was almost unbearable as I felt Daddy Kevin’s hand moving rapidly behind me. My pussy clenched and fluttered around nothing, desperately seeking the fullness it had been denied. Tears of frustration leaked from the corners of my eyes, trickling down my flushed cheeks to drip onto the mat below.
“That’s it, girls,” Miss Frieda’s voice cut through the symphony of whimpers and grunts filling the room. “Feel that emptiness. Let it remind you of your place.”
I bit my lip hard, trying to stifle the needy sounds threatening to escape. My entire body trembled with unfulfilled desire, every nerve ending screaming for release. The wet slapping sounds of the daddies pleasuring themselves only heightened my arousal, knowing they were about to find their release while we remained desperate and wanting.
Suddenly, I felt the first splash of warm fluid across my lower back. Daddy Kevin groaned deeply, his seed painting my skin in thick, ropey strands. The scent of his cum filled my nostrils, musky and primal. My inner walls clenched violently at the sensation, a fresh wave of wetness gushing from my empty pussy.
“Good girl,” Daddy Kevin panted, his large hand coming to rest on my hip. “Such a pretty little canvas for Daddy’s cum.”
All around the circle, I could hear the other daddies reaching their climaxes. I sensed the last tremors of Daddy Kevin’s orgasm subsiding. The room filled with the mingled scents of sex and sweat, punctuated by the heavy breathing of the daddies as they recovered from their releases. My body still thrummed with frustrated desire, every nerve ending raw and oversensitive.
Miss Frieda circled us one final time. “Excellent work, Daddies,” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’ve given these naughty girls quite the lesson in control and obedience.”
I felt Daddy Kevin’s large hand ghost over my cum-streaked back, sending a shiver down my spine. “Your cunt gave me a good deal of pleasure, little one,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.
Miss Frieda clapped her hands sharply, the sound echoing in the suddenly quiet room. “Alright, girls. It’s time for you to return to your cells. But first, I want you to thank your daddies properly for the pleasure they’ve given you.”
Shame burned through me as I realized what she meant. Slowly, painfully aware of the sticky fluid coating my skin, I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees. I turned to face Daddy Kevin, my eyes level with his still-glistening cock.
“Th-thank you, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice barely audible even to my own ears. I knelt there, trembling, my eyes level with Daddy Kevin’s softening cock. The musky scent of his release filled my nostrils, making my head swim. I could feel his warm seed cooling on my back, a visceral reminder of my place, my purpose.
“Thank you isn’t enough, little one,” Daddy Kevin’s deep voice rumbled above me. “Show your gratitude properly.”