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 hadn’t thought the pout on my face could get any deeper, but at the thought of the answer I knew I had to give and the anticipation of what the lube meant, I felt my upper lip curl even further towards my nose. Inside my chest, a war raged between the remnants of my defiance, my belief in the superiority of my smarts over Selecta’s daddy bullshit, and the irresistible need between my thighs. The war didn’t take long—or maybe it was just a decisive battle that seemed to unfold at the speed of light. My need won. I told myself that my need had won, at any rate, rather than admitting that truly my daddies had won.
I turned my head over my shoulder anxiously. What I saw didn’t reassure me at all, but it sent a thrill of arousal surging through me so great that I heard myself whimper through my closed lips. Daddy Phil had taken off all his clothes, just as Daddy Jacob had said they would. His muscular body, with its broad shoulders, powerful chest, and rock-hard abs, made me feel faint. The sight of his long, hard penis made my mouth water shamefully, as if my body understood that taking my daddies there, pleasing them with my lips and tongue and even the back of my throat, simply represented the purpose of that part of me.
Like my pussy, where my daddies’ cocks go when they want to fuck me there.
My hips bucked as Daddy Jacob impaled my anus even more deeply with his finger. I turned back to look up at him with a little sob of shame and need.
Like my bottom, where my daddies put their cocks when I’m naughty.
The thought brought a moan from deep in my chest as my eyes met my daddy’s. The question seemed to linger in his dark gaze: What does that mean? What does a sore bottom mean for a bad girl?
“It means I get fucked, Daddy,” I whispered.
“If we want to fuck you,” Daddy Jacob replied, his eyes going up.
I bit my lip hard. The idea that they might not fuck me now… that they might just leave me with a whipped bottom… I could hardly bear to think of it.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, beaming a plea up at him with my still-brimming eyes. “If you want.”
“And where are we going to fuck you now, sweetheart?” asked Daddy Phil from behind me.
I closed my eyes, feeling my cheeks grow hot and my mouth curve and twist with the shame of the question. In the darkness behind my eyelids, I felt Daddy Jacob take his hand away from my ass. I chewed on the inside of my cheek to keep from letting out the forlorn whimper that threatened to emerge. I hadn’t bargained for it feeling good, though in the most humiliating possible way, to have my daddy’s finger there.
The room got quiet for a moment. Then I heard a jingly metal sound right in front of me. I felt an electric trembling travel all over my body as I understood that Daddy Jacob had started to unbuckle his belt. I squeezed my eyes even more tightly closed, though the naughty little girl inside me begged me to open them, just to take a peek.
I felt Daddy Phil’s hands on my backside. I cried out in surprise discomfort, and my eyes flew open as he squeezed hard and, much worse, parted the hot little globes of my bottom. He could see the place… the tiny, wrinkly hole… the shameful opening he had just asked about.
I could see Daddy Jacob, swiftly unbuttoning his shirt, almost finished now and dropping it to the floor. His hands at the waist of his uniform trousers. His thumbs inside the elastic waistband of his briefs, pulling them down.
I whimpered through my nose at the pain and the shame of Daddy Phil’s inspection of my virgin anus… at the thrilling naughtiness of watching Daddy Jacob undress right in front of me.
So that we can be naked together.
“Oh, God,” I whispered as my brown-eyed daddy stepped out of his pants and easily kicked them away. Daddy Jacob had more hair all over than Daddy Phil did, and again I had to swallow down all the saliva that had gathered in my mouth at the sight of him, of the dark, curly fur that seemed to center in the middle… at the place to which my good-girl eyes shouldn’t go, but my naughty-girl eyes couldn’t help going.
His massive cock jutted out at me from a nest of wiry hair, his balls hanging down underneath in their fascinating little pouch. I had only gotten a very quick, blushing look at Daddy Phil’s scrotum. It hadn’t sent its own surge of heat to my face, the way Daddy Jacob’s did, when I couldn’t stop looking, every second making me feel naughtier than the second before as I contemplated the part of my daddy that held the seed he liked to pump into his bad girl.