Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
I wouldn’t say it if he did do that though… because a bad girl like me has to save some little bit of rebellion. If my new “daddy” made me come, the way the doctor had made me come despite myself and filled with shame, I wouldn’t say Daddy, because I didn’t have to, did I?
But Daddy Jacob didn’t touch my clit with his long fingers. He pulled the hand away, and he took his left arm off my back. I felt him shift behind me, though I couldn’t tell exactly how he had changed his posture.
A stab of fear went through me, of the unknown—of all the things a huge, gorgeous man who demanded that I call him Daddy might do, once he’d bent me over and taken down my pants. I did everything in my power to keep at bay the other emotions and sensations that went along with the panic in my tummy, but it didn’t work. To my horror, as I pictured all the different ways Daddy Jacob might take advantage of the humiliating position into which he had manhandled me, I felt the heat grow between my legs.
“Yes,” I heard him say. “Let’s definitely take a look at this.”
“No… no…” I repeated, as if I didn’t know any other words. “Please…”
The very idea that the enormous firefighter had crouched behind me sent my blush to the roots of my hair, my cheeks feeling like they might light the scrubs fabric on fire. When I felt those strong hands on my backside, though, one on each side, starting to tug apart my bottom cheeks and my upper thighs, I thought I might pass out.
The sense of detachment, of being somewhere else, of the nearly-naked girl over the couch being a different Marianne Givens, got so strong I wondered how I had ever confused that bad girl with myself. She belonged there. She needed this degradation.
“Oh, man. You need to take a look at this,” Daddy Jacob growled. “They shaved her nice and smooth, and she can’t hide anything from her daddies now.”
I tried to struggle: I felt desperate at least to show them that I didn’t want any of this.
My body had very different ideas. Suddenly it seemed like I couldn’t move a muscle unless that muscle was actually cooperating with my daddies’ most degrading intentions. I heard a girl moan, and I knew it had to be me. I even felt my cheeks blush deep red to have made that lewd, submissive sound, but it still seemed like the mortified young woman, the Marianne who hoped these enormous men she had met only minutes before would take her virginity and use her exactly as they pleased, was a different person.
“Shh, honey,” murmured Daddy Jacob, from behind me, his mouth at the level of my most private places and his voice barely audible through the scrub top that Daddy Phil had covered my head with. “Don’t worry, we’re going to fuck this sweet little pussy so soon.”
“Not before we get that little ass as red as a firetruck,” I heard Daddy Phil say.
I whimpered at the word little, and then I moaned just as he said firetruck, because Daddy Jacob had moved his hands a bit, so he could run his thumb up and down, between the inner lips of the secret flower I had down there.
Secret… never opened… The words floated into my head, as if from very far away. Naughty… needy…
My back arched hard, and I cried out piteously as my brown-eyed daddy moved his thumb, slick with my pussy’s arousal, forward to my clit. He rubbed a firm circle there, and made me thrust my backside towards him, desperate for more despite all the heat in my face. Suddenly I felt terribly grateful for the fabric covering my face, so my daddies couldn’t see my blush or the lewd pout I knew my face must wear. Daddy Phil’s strong hands around my cuffed wrists even brought a strange sense of security: as I struggled feebly against them, I understood at a deeper level that I actually just wanted to remind myself that I couldn’t do anything at all about the degrading things Daddy Jacob was doing behind me.
I felt his right thumb move again, and I felt the left one join it, to find the edges of the untried hole, further down and further back. I sobbed in utter mortification, because my daddy spread open the entrance to my vagina with both his thumbs.
“I can see her cherry,” Daddy Jacob said with a note of satisfaction in his voice. “Marianne, honey, your pussy is so pretty. We’re very lucky daddies to have you for our bad girl.”
“Oh, God,” I whispered as my body reacted with a helpless clench down there that I knew must be completely visible to my new daddy’s eyes—and, worse, with an almost physical glow in my chest. Pride: I actually felt proud that my daddy thought the pussy he intended to deflower was pretty, and that he and Daddy Phil had gotten lucky to have such an attractive pussy to fuck.