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 felt my back arch hard, and I cried out around Daddy Jacob’s thrusting shaft, my smile lost, as Daddy Phil added a third finger to the two already training my smallest hole. I clutched my right ass cheek and the pain seemed to suffuse itself all through the region. My cry became a sob, because the sensation brought a humiliating clench of my pussy that I felt certain Daddy Phil could see.
“You know how to open up, sweetheart,” Daddy Phil said. “You do it every day.”
I would have said Oh, God for the millionth or so time if I hadn’t had my mouth full of Daddy Jacob’s enormous cock. Instead I just let out another sob at the degradation in Daddy Phil’s words. I closed my eyes and tried to open myself there.
“It’s going to hurt less if you can get used to opening this asshole for me,” Daddy Phil said. He withdrew his fingers a millimeter, and then pressed them in again. I cried out in discomfort, but I also began to get a sense of the shameful movement I would have to perform with my muscles down there.
“Very clear to you,” Daddy Jacob continued on, moving his cock in and out in a steady rhythm, his voice firmer, as if he had resolved to pay attention to his duty to care for me as Selecta had specified. “That your entire duty with your daddies is a punishment.”
I did the mortifying thing with my bottom that I had figured out I needed to do. I let out a whimper as I felt Daddy Phil’s fingers slide in more easily. Somehow Daddy Jacob’s words, about how it was all a punishment, that I had ended up as a sexual servant because I needed to learn a painful, humiliating lesson, had the opposite effect on me to what I would have sworn it would be, just forty-eight hours ago. I sobbed around my daddy’s big penis, trying to please that special part of him. I did my best to help my other daddy train my bottom for fucking. When I felt him turn all his fingers into a cone, and push them in, the scream I let out around Daddy Jacob’s rigid shaft had as much need in it as discomfort.
“So,” Daddy Jacob continued as if he were talking to a young woman in some kind of formal job interview, “she said we should paddle you and whip you whenever we think you need it. Sometimes that can be because you misbehaved, but we shouldn’t wait for that. You need consistent, strict discipline, including anal sex whenever your daddies decide to fuck you in the ass.”
I heard my breath come in little pants around my daddy’s hardness, and I realized that between the two of them, my firefighters—no, a voice said, not your firefighters… they’re the firefighters who own you—had brought on that strangely pleasant feeling of floating. Detached, I saw the little girl, naked with her enormous, muscular daddies. They had taken their clothes off, too, the better to enjoy their bad girl… the better to enjoy their bad girl’s virgin bottom.
Another of that bad girl’s sounds came to my ears, a whimper at the removal of Daddy Phil’s fingers from her anus, after stretching that tiny hole much wider than it had ever opened before.
“Shh, honey,” Daddy Jacob said quietly. He had my chin in one hand and the other around the back of my head as he thrust in and out of my lips. My brown-eyed daddy’s thrusts had grown shallower, as if he had decided to be considerate and let me breathe more easily. Another little candle glow of bizarre gratitude welled up in me at the thought of how Daddy Jacob knew how to take care of me even when he used me for his pleasure.
Then she moaned… I moaned. I felt the head of Daddy’s cock there.
The wrong place. He’s putting it in the wrong place. My brain didn’t seem to catch on for a moment, despite how thoroughly and shamefully my blue-eyed daddy had probed my asshole. I tightened my backside out of pure instinct. I clutched hard at my right ass-cheek, and heard my moan become a cry of discomfort.
“You can do it,” Daddy Phil said, his voice sounding much sterner than the ordinary meaning of those encouraging words. “Open this little bottom for Daddy, sweetheart.”
Daddy Jacob pulled his cock out of my mouth. Again the helpless, reflexive thanks rose in me, because I knew my daddy wanted to help. He wanted to give me a chance to open the secret flower of my whipped bottom for my other daddy’s penis.
I whimpered again as I understood that my daddy might want to help that way, but he also wanted to train me another way, too. With his left hand he turned my head, firmly though without enough force to hurt or frighten me. He held his thick, long cock up out of the way and he put my mouth on the tight, wrinkled, furry skin of his balls.