A Bad Girl’s Lesson – The Institute Read Online Emily Tilton

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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
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Whenever Daddy wants. However Daddy wants.

Wherever Daddy wants.

I felt Daddy Phil’s thumb, where Daddy Jacob’s finger had been. I let out a little cry as my blue-eyed daddy invaded my anus, and I realized that he had put lube on his fingers. He had started to get me ready for my daddies, even though I hadn’t answered his question.

“Does this give you a hint, sweetheart?” Daddy Phil asked, his voice dripping with teasing condescension. “Daddy’s going to fuck you right where he has his thumb. What’s this little hole called?”

I gripped the edge of the desk, feeling the leftover soreness in my knuckles from how hard I had held the hard, sharp-cornered surface during my terrible whipping. I looked at Daddy Jacob’s rigid penis. I couldn’t… it was too big, wasn’t it?

I cast my eyes upwards, to look into Daddy Jacob’s eyes.

“Is it going to hurt, Daddy?” I whispered.

CHAPTER 15

Marianne

Daddy Jacob stroked my cheek with the backs of his knuckles. The hair on his fingers felt tickly there, and my nostrils twitched at the sensation.

“Yes, honey, it’s going to hurt, especially the first time.”

I felt my forehead crease hard. My eyes went down, of their own accord. My heart skipped a beat when I saw my daddy’s huge manhood only a few millimeters from my face, and the blood surged again into my cheeks. Behind me, Daddy Phil kept moving his thumb in and out, making me shudder with fear and need, the two interlaced at the deepest level.

“Suck Daddy’s cock, now, honey,” Daddy Jacob said, “and I’ll tell you what human resources told me.”

I cast my gaze upward with a final, beseeching look, a plea I knew would have no effect—that I knew I might not even have made if I thought it would spare me, because right at this moment I couldn’t tell if I even wanted to be spared the terrible ordeal my daddies meant to put me through.

From behind me, Daddy Phil said, “Put your right hand back, Marianne, and hold this little ass open for me. Show me where I’m going to fuck you.”

“Oh, God,” I sobbed, because I saw in Daddy Jacob’s eyes exactly what I had expected—that he had no intention of letting my bottom remain virginal for longer than it took Daddy Phil to open my anus on his cock—and because Daddy Phil’s words had come just as Daddy Jacob put his right hand under my chin and squeezed gently to tell he meant to enforce the opening of my mouth for his rigid penis.

Awkwardly, my body jerking with jolts of arousal at the nearly overwhelming mixture of shameful sensations, I obeyed my blue-eyed daddy. I supported my upper body on my left elbow and I reached back with my right hand. I opened my mouth, and I heard a pitiful little noise escape my throat just as Daddy Jacob fed me the knob-shaped head of the warm, stiff shaft, because my bottom cheek felt so sore in my fingers’ grasp, and yet it felt so fucking good to hold myself that way—and, on yet another hand, it felt so incredibly shameful to help my daddy spread my whipped bottom like that.

Daddy Jacob made his little grunt, deep in his throat, and I felt the strange, warm glow of pride that I already seemed to be getting used to. I even knew that if I moved my tongue just a small distance, under a certain place right below the head of my daddy’s hard penis, he would make that sound, because my mouth made my daddy’s penis feel so good.

Daddy Phil put two fingers against the tiny hole, covered in cool, slick lube. As Daddy Jacob started to tell me about the part of the phone call I hadn’t heard, I whimpered around his gently thrusting hardness, because my other daddy started really stretching me, really training my bottom to give my daddies the pleasure they so clearly thought themselves entitled to.

“The lady in human resources,” Daddy Jacob said in a voice whose slight huskiness sent an electric thrill over my skin, “told me that your daddies needed to make it… very… clear to… you…”

He stopped talking for a moment and cleared his throat. I had closed my eyes because it seemed so very shameful to have my whole visual world occupied by Daddy Jacob’s iron abs and the private curls that a good girl should never see, and the glistening penis as it came and went from between my lips. I opened them in surprise and tried to look upward into his face.

When I saw the expression with which he gazed down at me, I understood with a hot blush and a smile I couldn’t hide, even with my lips around my daddy’s penis. I had made my daddy feel so good he had lost his train of thought: instead of informing me about his conversation on the phone, he just wanted to watch his bad girl suck his cock.


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