Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“Perfect,” Daddy Ed murmured. Then I heard the rasp of his zipper, the rustle of fabric as he freed himself. “Now for the main event.”
His hands gripped my hips and I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance. Not my ass—thank God, not my ass—but my pussy, which was so wet I could feel it dripping down my thighs despite every ounce of shame coursing through me.
Daddy Bill pulled back slightly from my mouth, letting me gasp for air. “Think about how you’re taking it, Little Seventy-One,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “Think about how a bad girl like you gets fucked.”
“Say please,” Daddy Ed commanded.
I couldn’t… I couldn’t stop myself.
“Please, Daddy,” I begged.
My new blue-eyed daddy pushed inside my pussy in one long, devastating thrust.
I screamed around Daddy Bill’s cock as Daddy Ed filled me completely. The plug in my ass made everything tighter, more intense, and the sensation of being filled in both holes while my mouth was used overwhelmed every thought, every defense I’d ever built.
“God, she’s tight,” Daddy Ed groaned, holding himself deep inside me for a moment before withdrawing and thrusting again. “The plug makes her pussy like a glove.”
He set a rhythm—slow at first, letting me feel every inch of him, letting the plug shift with each thrust. My body responded despite everything, my hips pushing back to meet him, seeking more even as my mind screamed in horror at what I was doing.
Daddy Bill resumed fucking my face in counterpoint to Daddy Ed’s thrusts. When Ed pulled back, Bill pushed deep. When Ed drove forward, Bill withdrew. They worked in perfect coordination, using my body like an instrument they’d played a thousand times before.
The pressure built inside me with terrifying speed. The fullness, the helplessness, the shame of being restrained and used—it all fed into something dark and desperate that I’d never let myself feel before. My pussy clenched around Daddy Ed’s cock and he groaned in response, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise.
“She’s close,” Daddy Ed said, his analytical voice strained now with his own need. “I’m sure the sensor readings are off the charts.”
“Let her come,” Daddy Bill said, his hand tightening in my hair. “Let her feel what her body really needs.”
Daddy Ed changed his angle slightly and his next thrust hit something inside me that made my nervous system explode with pleasure. The plug shifted, his cock filled me completely, and the shame and arousal tangled together into something so intense I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
I came.
The orgasm ripped through me with a violence I’d never experienced, every muscle in my body contracting around the intrusions, my scream muffled by Daddy Bill’s cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. It went on and on, my pussy clenching desperately around Daddy Ed while the plug pressed against places inside me I’d never known existed. My mind went white, blank, everything reduced to pure sensation as my body betrayed me completely.
I was still shaking with aftershocks when I heard Daddy Ed’s voice, breathless now but still maintaining that condescending tone that made everything so much worse.
“The doctor installed more than just the sensor, Little Seventy-One,” he said, his thrusts becoming harder, more urgent. “There’s a contraceptive device as well. Long-term, completely effective.” His fingers dug into my hips. “Which means your daddies are going to come inside you. Fill you up. Help you learn your place as a receptacle for their pleasure.”
The words should have horrified me. Instead, they sent another spike of shameful arousal through my oversensitive body. A receptacle. An object for their use. The degradation of it made my pussy clench again around Daddy Ed’s cock.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Feel what you are now. Feel what you need.”
Daddy Bill’s thrusts into my mouth became erratic, less controlled. “Going to fill your mouth,” he said, his voice slightly strained with his pleasure. “Going to make you swallow every drop like a good little girl.”
Daddy Ed drove deep one final time and I felt him swell inside me, felt the pulse of his release as he came, the first time I’d ever let a man come inside me. The sensation triggered something primal in me—being filled, being claimed, being used—and impossibly, another orgasm crashed through my already overwhelmed nervous system. I screamed around Daddy Bill’s cock as Daddy Ed pumped into me, marking me from the inside.
Daddy Bill groaned and thrust deep into my throat. “Swallow,” he commanded, and then he was coming too, hot and thick, flooding my mouth. I swallowed reflexively, gagging slightly but taking it all because I had no choice, because my mouth belonged to him now, because some terrible part of me wanted to be good for my daddies.