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)
Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through my body. The bench creaked beneath us, the sound mingling with my breathless moans and the wet slap of flesh on flesh. I gripped the edges of the leather padding, my knuckles turning white as I fought to anchor myself against the onslaught of sensation.
Just as I was losing myself in the exquisite friction of Daddy Otto’s cock pounding into me, I felt a presence looming over my face. My eyes fluttered open to see Daddy Daniel standing at the head of the bench, his own impressive erection mere inches from my lips.
“Open wide, sweetheart,” he commanded. “This daddy needs some, too.”
I gasped at his words, struck hard by his use of the word ‘need.’ My mind reeled as I processed what he had said. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined a man like Daniel—powerful, wealthy, commanding—needing anything, least of all from someone like me. Yet here he was, his enormous cock inches from my face, telling me he needed some of what I could give him.
The realization sent an unexpected warmth blooming in my chest. It was a strange, unfamiliar feeling—a mixture of pride, affection, and something deeper that I couldn’t quite name. The idea that this man, this daddy who had spanked me, fucked me, and dominated me so thoroughly, actually needed something from me was both degrading and oddly empowering.
I felt my cheeks flush as I gazed up at him, taking in the intensity of his blue eyes, the strong line of his jaw, the slight sheen of sweat on his broad chest. In that moment, despite the lewd scene unfolding around us—Daddy Otto’s thick cock still pounding relentlessly into my aching pussy, Jenna kneeling beside us with hungry eyes—I felt a surge of affection for Daddy Daniel that took my breath away.
This wave of tender feeling was confusing, to say the least. How could I feel such warmth toward a man who had subjected me to such degradation and punishment? Yet I couldn’t deny the way my heart seemed to swell as I obeyed him, opening my mouth wide in hope of giving him a pleasurable receptacle for his rigid penis.
As Daddy Daniel’s cock slid between my lips, filling my mouth with its impressive girth, I felt a surge of conflicting emotions wash over me. The wave of affection I had just experienced for him mingled with the raw, animal lust coursing through my body, creating a heady mixture of sensation that left me dizzy and breathless.
I moaned around his thick shaft, the vibrations eliciting a deep groan from Daddy Daniel. His hands tangled in my hair underneath my head, holding my face still as he began to thrust gently into my eager mouth. The taste of his skin, salty and musky, flooded my senses. I reveled in the weight of him on my tongue, the way the smooth head of his cock bumped against the back of my throat with each measured stroke.
Even as I focused on pleasuring Daddy Daniel, I couldn’t ignore the exquisite sensations emanating from between my legs. Daddy Otto’s relentless pounding sent waves of ecstasy radiating through my core. His massive cock stretched me deliciously, filling me so completely that I felt I might burst from the intensity of it all. The lewd, wet sounds of our coupling echoed through the room, a primal symphony of flesh meeting flesh.
The dual assault on my senses was overwhelming. I felt split in two, caught between the tender affection I felt for Daddy Daniel and the raw, animalistic pleasure Daddy Otto was drawing from my body. My mind reeled as I tried to reconcile these seemingly opposite poles.
Daddy Daniel’s hardness drove in and out of my mouth. Daddy Otto pounded relentlessly into my aching pussy. I suddenly became aware of a new sound cutting through the lewd sounds of sex, an even more arousing one. Jenna’s desperate whimpers of need reached my ears, the plaintive noises sending a fresh jolt of arousal straight to my core.
I turned my eyes to the side, careful not to dislodge Daddy Daniel’s thick shaft from between my lips. Jenna knelt beside the bench, her emerald teddy askew and her blonde hair wild around her flushed face. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides, her entire body trembling with the effort of restraining herself. As I watched, she rocked her hips slightly, seeking friction that wasn’t there.
The sight of her desperation, coupled with her needy whimpers, pushed me to the very edge of orgasm. My pussy clenched around Daddy Otto’s pistoning cock, waves of pleasure threatening to crest and overwhelm me. I screwed my eyes shut, fighting against the tide of ecstasy with every ounce of willpower I possessed.
I couldn’t come. Not without permission. Not until I was told.