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)
“That’s it, you dirty little sluts,” Daddy Otto growled, his voice strained with impending orgasm. “Come for us. Come all over our cocks like the naughty whores you are.”
Those filthy words sent a jolt of electricity through my core. I redoubled my efforts on Jenna’s clit, circling the sensitive bud with my tongue before sucking it between my lips. She cried out, her back arching off the bench as her climax hit her like a tidal wave.
The sight and sound of Jenna’s intense orgasm pushed Daddy Otto over the edge. He roared his release, his hips slamming forward one final time as he emptied himself deep in her ass. The obscene sight before me, combined with Daddy Daniel’s relentless pounding of my pussy, sent me spiraling into my own earth-shattering climax.
My vision blurred, the edges of the room seeming to dissolve into a haze of white light. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to explode with pleasure and I flew again out into space, the cosmos of my submissive self familiar to me now, welcoming me to the stars.
As the waves of ecstasy finally began to recede, I felt myself drifting back into my body. My limbs felt heavy, my skin tingling with residual pleasure. I was vaguely aware of Daddy Daniel’s softening cock slipping from my well-used pussy, a trickle of his seed following in its wake. Beside me, Jenna lay sprawled on the bench, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Daddy Otto’s imposing form loomed over her, his large hands caressing her trembling thighs.
The room seemed hazy, the ornate decorations blurring at the edges of my vision. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the heady aroma making my head spin. I felt utterly spent, certain that I couldn’t possibly experience another ounce of pleasure or shame.
But then the heavy double doors of the Hall of Pleasure swung open, and three new figures strode in. Their tailored suits and confident gaits immediately marked them as daddies, and I felt a flutter of nervous anticipation in my stomach.
“Well, well,” the tallest of the three chuckled, his eyes roving over the debauched scene before him. “Looks like we missed quite the party.”
“Indeed,” another agreed, his voice smooth as silk. “But I dare say we had our own fun in the cell block, didn’t we, gentlemen?”
I listened with a mixture of horror and shameful arousal as the three new daddies approached, discussing their exploits in the cell block. Their voices carried easily across the room, each crude detail making my cheeks burn and my recently used pussy clench with unwelcome need.
“Daniel O’Hara, you dirty dog,” the tallest one said. “And is that Otto Blankenship? Good to see you fellas!”
“Victor Langley,” Daddy Daniel replied. “Good to see you, too.”
“Victor,” Daddy Otto rumbled. “Reggie… Lawrence. Glad you’re here to share the fun.”
“You inspected the girls this morning, I guess?” Victor asked. “And you fucked that sweet little Zoe’s ass, I heard? You should have seen little Megan’s face when we told her all three of us were going to use that tight rear end of hers. Her eyes got as big as saucers.”
“Not as big as her asshole by the time we were done with her,” Reggie, a stocky man with salt-and-pepper hair, added with a smirk. “I swear, I thought she was going to come so hard she passed out when Lawrence here shoved his monster cock in there.”
I whimpered softly, unable to stop the vivid image from forming in my mind. Poor Megan, I thought, even as another surge of arousal coursed through me. The idea of all three men using her ass one after the other was both terrifying and wildly exciting.
“We made sure to warm her up properly first, of course,” Lawrence, a distinguished-looking older gentleman, said casually. “Thirty with the paddle, then twenty with the cane. Her bottom was a lovely shade of crimson by the time we bent her over the fucking bench.”
“Mmmm,” Daddy Daniel hummed appreciatively beside me. “Sounds like a good time.”
To my dismay, I felt a familiar heat building between my thighs as Victor, Reggie, and Lawrence looked Jenna and me over. Their eyes roamed our bodies, taking in every detail of our debauched state. I squirmed under their scrutiny, acutely aware of how helpless I was to stop them from looking.
“My, my,” Victor purred, his gaze lingering on the glistening evidence of my arousal. “Looks like these little sluts have been thoroughly used already. But I bet they’re still hungry for more, aren’t they?”
I whimpered, unable to deny the truth in his words. Despite the multiple intense orgasms I’d already experienced, I felt my body responding to their lewd comments and hungry stares. My nipples tightened beneath the lace of my teddy, and I could feel a fresh wave of moisture gathering between my thighs.