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)
When Daddy Bill finally tucked himself back into his pants, Daddy Ed was already moving toward me. He lifted me easily in his strong arms, cradling me against his chest as he carried me toward the bedroom.
The space was completely dominated by the king-sized bed I’d glimpsed earlier, covered in a dark duvet. Daddy Bill followed us in, and I watched as he opened a closet and pulled out a firm cushion—triangular and covered in leather, with something on one side that looked high-tech, to my surprise, like some sort of control panel.
He placed it in the center of the bed. My imagination raced, showing me different versions of what would happen next, all of them shameful but irresistibly arousing. My stomach clenched with dread and anticipation as Daddy Ed lowered me onto the cushion, positioning me on my stomach so the thing elevated my hips, presenting my burning bottom at the perfect angle for what I knew must come next.
“This cushion has a special feature,” Daddy Bill explained as to my dismay he began, matter-of-factly, to take off his clothes. I craned my neck around, my heart racing, to see that Daddy Ed had also removed his shirt. “You’ll find out about that if you earn it.”
My brown-eyed daddy climbed onto the bed, making it bounce with his solid weight. I swallowed hard as I felt him move to straddle my thighs. His weight pressed me down into the mattress, making me feel trapped and protected at the same time.
I was still trying to look behind me, turning my face over my right shoulder and then my left. I felt Daddy Bill’s hand on my head turning it to face forward.
“Eyes front, bad girl,” he said. “Daddy’s going to do whatever he wants with your little bottom and your pussy now. You’re just going to take what Daddy gives you.”
I felt him reach for something—the lubricant, I realized as I heard the cap snap open. Then his slick fingers were between my cheeks, circling my anus with increasing pressure. I whimpered into the duvet, my hands clutching the fabric on either side, a little in front of my face, as he worked one finger inside, stretching me, preparing me for what was coming.
“Your little bottom is going to take Daddy’s cock now,” he said, working a second finger into me. The stretch was intense, riding that edge between pain and something darker. “You’re going to have your daddies’ penises in this adorable hole. Then you’ll truly be our bad girl.”
A third finger pressed inside and I cried out, my hands fisting in the duvet. Too much. It was too much. But he kept working me, kept stretching me, until finally he withdrew his fingers and I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my opening.
“Deep breath,” he instructed.
I sucked in air just as he began to push forward. The pressure was immediate and overwhelming, my body resisting the intrusion even as the lubricant eased the way. He pressed harder and I felt the ring of muscle begin to give, felt myself stretching wider than I’d ever stretched before.
“Fuck,” I gasped as the head breached me. “Oh, fuck… Daddy… please…”
“Shh, Little Pamela,” my daddy said. “Just feel Daddy in your littlest place. Daddy’s cock feels so good right now, going into his bad girl’s bottom.”
It took a long moment, in my dazed state, to realize that Daddy Bill had just called me by my name. When my brain absorbed the word my ears had heard, I wasn’t even sure I had actually heard it. Then Daddy Ed confirmed it, and my chest filled with a swirl of emotions so complicated I could never have picked them apart.
“That’s right, Little Pamela. Now that you’re taking your daddy’s hardness the way you should, we’ll use your real name, when you’re behaving yourself.”
Daddy Bill had buried himself completely in my no-longer-virgin anus. I sobbed as I felt his muscular lap press against my well-spanked bottom. I tried to push away the insane gratitude, the perverse affection, that rose in me at being told I had earned my name back—just as it seemed I could earn my panties and my uniform. Even with the terrible discomfort of my daddy’s enormous manhood in my most private place, though… no, somehow as a result of that shameful feeling I couldn’t stop myself.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered. Then I cried out as Daddy Bill moved in me, and began really to fuck me in the ass. He let out a grunt of pleasure as he surged in and out, very obviously enjoying the shameful, dominant, masculine, unnatural act I had told myself I would never allow.
I felt my body adjusting to the thick intrusion, the burning stretch becoming something I could almost process. Each thrust sent waves of sensation through me that I couldn’t categorize—pain and pleasure tangled together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.