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)
“Hold her legs,” Daddy Otto instructed me, his words full of such stern dominance that they made my heart jolt in my chest.
On shaky legs, I moved to the end of the bench. Jenna’s gaze locked with mine as I grasped her knees, pushing them back toward her chest. The position left her completely exposed, her most intimate parts on display. I could see the glistening evidence of her arousal coating her inner thighs.
The sound of Daddy Otto’s footsteps echoed through the room as he walked to the wall of implements. My breath caught in my throat as he selected a long, wide leather strap. The sight of it sent a jolt of fear and helpless need through my body.
My heart pounded as I watched Daddy Otto approach with the strap. Its wicked length swayed with each step, promising pain and pleasure in equal measure. Jenna whimpered softly, her body trembling beneath my hands as I held her legs spread wide.
The first crack of leather against flesh made me jump. Jenna cried out, her back arching off the bench as a vivid red stripe bloomed across her pale thighs. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as Daddy Otto brought the strap down again and again, painting Jenna’s skin with angry welts.
The sound of the whipping filled the air, a rhythmic symphony of leather meeting flesh and Jenna’s increasingly desperate cries. I felt my own arousal building once more, shame and desire warring within me as I watched my fellow bad girl writhe under Daddy Otto’s merciless attention.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my right hip, and I whimpered as Daddy Daniel’s muscular form came up behind me. Against my back I could feel that he had gotten hard again already, and my brow furrowed deeply at the embarrassingly exciting idea that this man, this daddy for whom it seemed I couldn’t help feel such attraction and affection, simply liked to watch bad girls get whipped.
“Spread your legs a little, naughty girl, and push out your ass,” my daddy growled in my ear. “I’m going to fuck you, and you may come as much as you like.”
CHAPTER 15
Amy
“Oh, God,” I whispered as I obeyed. Then I gasped as Daddy Daniel’s thick cock slid into my still-sensitive pussy. My mind reeled, overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensations. The stretch and fullness as he buried himself to the hilt inside me. The sting of my thoroughly spanked bottom as his hips met my tender flesh. The sight of Jenna’s writhing form before me, her pale skin crisscrossed with angry red welts from Daddy Otto’s strap.
I watched, my lip caught between my teeth, as the dark-haired daddy hung the strap back on the wall and got something from a nearby shelf: a little bottle of clear stuff. I let out a whimper as I understood.
Then Daddy Otto came back, and I clutched at the backs of Jenna’s knees, able to keep my balance only thanks to Daddy Daniel’s steadying hands on my hips, holding me there so he could fuck me in long, easy strokes that made rational thought nearly impossible.
“Here,” Daddy Otto’s deep voice rumbled as he held the small bottle out to me. “Get her ass ready for me.”
I stared at the bottle of lube, my thoughts hazy and disjointed. How was I supposed to focus on this task when Daddy Daniel was beginning to move more forcefully inside me, his cock dragging deliciously along in the confines of my sheath with each thrust?
“Now, Amy,” Daddy Otto growled, his voice severe. “Jenna, you little whore, you can keep your knees spread with your own hands while Amy lubes you.”
I let go of Jenna’s knees, terribly conscious of how closely the other girl could watch my soaking pussy greedily taking Daddy Daniel’s cock. With trembling hands, I took the little bottle and flipped open the cap. I poured a generous amount of the slick liquid onto my fingers. Jenna whimpered as I reached between her spread legs, her hips jerking as I circled her puckered entrance with my slippery digits.
“That’s it,” Daddy Daniel murmured in my ear, his hips never ceasing their relentless rhythm. “Get that tight little hole nice and wet for Daddy Otto’s big cock.”
I moaned at his filthy words, my pussy clenching around his thrusting hardness. I gasped as the strong hands on my hips gripped me more tightly, pulling me back onto his thick shaft with each powerful thrust. His voice was low and commanding in my ear as he growled, “Watch closely, Amy. See how Daddy Otto stretches that tight little asshole.”
My eyes were drawn to the lewd scene before me. Jenna’s pale skin was a canvas of angry red welts from the thorough whipping she’d received. Her thighs trembled as she held them spread wide, exposing her most intimate parts to our hungry gazes. Daddy Otto stood between her legs, his impressive cock aligned with her cringing, puckered flower.