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)
The air in the room felt thick with tension and anticipation. I could almost taste the heady mixture of fear, shame, and desire emanating from both girls. The soft whisper of bare feet in the carpeting and the rustle of lace against skin seemed unnaturally loud in the charged silence.
As Otto guided Jenna to stand beside the bench, I saw Amy’s fingers twitch, as if she longed to reach out and touch the other girl. I searched inside myself, trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions swirling within me.
Did I truly want to be Amy’s daddy, knowing that I wouldn’t be her only one? The Bad Girl program was designed to push these young women to their limits, to explore the depths of their submission. That meant Amy would be used by other daddies, forced to submit to their desires and whims. Could I accept that?
I thought back to my previous experiences with group sex. The thrill of multiple bodies entwined, the heightened arousal that came from watching and being watched. I had always enjoyed those encounters, reveling in the raw sexuality and uninhibited pleasure. But this felt different somehow.
Amy wasn’t just another willing participant in a hedonistic game. There was something about her that called to me on a deeper level. The way her dark eyes flashed with defiance even as her body yielded to my touch. The softness of her skin beneath my fingers, the sweet sounds she made when I brought her pleasure. The vulnerability I glimpsed beneath her tough exterior.
I found myself wanting to protect her, to guide her through this journey of self-discovery. But could I do that while sharing her with others? Could I watch as other men used her body, knowing that a part of her belonged to them as well?
As Otto helped Jenna straddle Amy’s face, I felt a surge of possessive desire course through me. I watched intently as Otto’s large hands gripped Jenna’s hips, guiding her into position. The striking contrast of the emerald lace of her teddy with Amy’s porcelain skin sent a jolt of pure arousal to my cock.
Otto’s fingers hooked into the thin strip of lace covering Jenna’s pussy, pulling it aside to reveal her glistening furrow, the bareness there thrillingly submissive. I could see the moisture gathered in the girl’s tender pink cleft, evidence of her arousal at having her mouth used so forcefully by Otto’s hardness. As he lowered her onto Amy’s waiting mouth, I heard a soft gasp from both girls.
Amy’s eyes widened as Jenna’s sex descended toward her face. I saw a flicker of uncertainty in those dark orbs, quickly replaced by determination. Her pink tongue darted out, tentatively at first, then with growing confidence as she tasted another woman for the first time.
Jenna let out a breathy moan as Amy’s tongue made contact with her needy pussy. Her hips began to move almost of their own accord, grinding down against Amy’s eager mouth. Otto’s hands remained on Jenna’s waist, guiding her movements and keeping her steady.
As I watched this erotic display unfold before me, I felt a deep, primal urge take root within me. The sight of Amy, her face buried between Jenna’s thighs, awakened something fierce and protective in my chest.
I could tell myself at least that I had been her first daddy. I wouldn’t be the last, but that didn’t matter; I would do everything I could to give my bad girl what she needed.
Amy
I whimpered as Jenna began to ride my face in earnest. The heady scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, a musky sweetness that made my head spin. Her soaking private lips pressed against my mouth, warm and wet and impossibly soft. I felt utterly overwhelmed by the intimacy of the act, shame and arousal warring within me as I tentatively explored her sex with my tongue.
Above me, I heard Jenna’s breathy moans as she ground herself against my face. Her thighs trembled on either side of my head, the delicate lace of her teddy brushing against my cheeks. I gripped her hips, pulling her closer as I grew bolder in my ministrations, tracing the contours of her labia and circling her clit with the tip of my tongue.
“That’s it, girls,” Daddy Otto’s deep voice rumbled from somewhere above us. “Show us what naughty little sluts you are.”
His words sent a jolt of shameful arousal straight to my core. I felt my pussy clench with need, aching to be filled. As if sensing my desperation, I felt Jenna’s warm breath ghost over my own sex. Her tongue darted out, tentatively at first, then with growing confidence as she began to explore my folds.
I moaned into Jenna’s pussy, the vibrations making her shudder against me. The dual sensations of pleasuring her while receiving her own eager attentions almost overwhelmed me.