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)
“They look and feel like they’re just cotton, right?” Daddy Phil asked, his tone revealing how impressed he was with what I realized now must represent a technological achievement, doubtless from Selecta’s famous research and development department.
I turned my eyes from the troubling, frustrating sight of my daddy’s unfelt hand over the white fabric between my thighs to look up into his face. Daddy Phil’s gaze roamed up and down my body, greatly enjoying the sight of his fuck toy, as his satisfied smile seemed to indicate. When he moved his attention to my face and saw me looking at him, he reached out with his right hand to take hold of my left breast, thumbing the nipple so that I let out a little cry, thrusting my hips upwards, shamefully begging to have a cock inside me. The absence of any friction from the hand Daddy Phil had so possessively put there made me sob with the need his hand on the little roundness of my breast caused to grow inside my womb.
I felt myself start to dampen my panties and I wondered, with a thrill of alarm, whether that was the secret: Ashley’s daddies had made her so needy that she had soaked through her punishment panties. But she had cried out in a way that seemed to mean more than that, hadn’t she? And my daddies had promised to reward me. They had definitely promised that, I told myself, clinging to the hope. They had fucked my little bottom so hard, and I had let them, even though little ladies didn’t get fucked back there, did they? I deserved a reward!
The confusion of thoughts and emotions and sensations inside me seemed impossible to sort out. I turned my eyes from Daddy Phil to Daddy Jacob, and the look on his face made me whimper all by itself. My brown-eyed daddy watched me like a hawk, even though his physical presence still reminded me of a bear: big and menacing, looking forward to savaging me again, as soon as the urge took him, and his cock got hard and ready to seek his pleasure in my body—however and wherever he wanted.
“It’s new tech,” Daddy Phil said, unnecessarily. “The molecules of the fabric adjust to pressure. You won’t be able to take them off without permission, and you won’t be able to masturbate.”
“But…” I said, looking from Daddy Jacob to Daddy Phil and back again. “But what about the bathroom, Daddy?”
“The toilet in the bathroom has a special kind of magnetic field,” Daddy Jacob replied. “If we turn it on for you, you’ll be able to take the panties down to go pee before bed.”
“We’re going to watch you, though,” Daddy Phil added. “To make sure you don’t try anything.”
Blood scalded my cheeks.
“Just let us know,” said Daddy Jacob, “and we’ll take you to the potty.”
I closed my eyes, feeling my bottom squirm again in desperate search of some stimulation for my clit. Nothing.
“Let’s go out to the living room and see what’s happening there,” Daddy Phil said. I heard a teasing note in his voice, and I remembered that he knew precisely what would be happening: Ashley’s daddy had said he and her other daddy were going to use her in the living room.
“Maybe,” I tried, looking over at Daddy Phil. “Maybe we can just stay here?”
Daddy Jacob laughed. “You don’t want to watch Ashley getting it, honey?” he asked. “Are you worried it will make you hornier?”
“Of course it’s going to make our bad girl hornier,” said Daddy Phil. “Especially when we have her help Ashley feel good.”
In the living room, Ashley’s daddies were fucking her on the sofa. As my daddies led me in, I saw that they had left her pretty pink underwear on. Daddy Ned had just pulled the gusset aside so that he could plunge his cock into her pussy from below, as she sat on his lap. Daddy Paul, black-haired and blue-eyed and just as big as his three colleagues, had sat on the couch to watch his bad girl as she went helplessly up and down on her blond daddy’s rigid manhood.
I hardly noticed that my mouth had opened and I had started to breathe very heavily. Unconsciously, I also realized that I had put my right hand between my thighs, desperate to soothe the tingle that had immediately awakened in my clit and the ache, deeper inside, that accompanied it. It had no effect, though: the hi-tech fabric that felt exactly like nice, soft cotton didn’t let any of the pressure find its way through my punishment panties.
Ashley’s daddies had no clothes on. She looked so tiny, almost engulfed by their enormous, hard bodies, penetrated so deeply by their massive cocks. Daddy Ned held her little bottom in his hands and made her ride and ride, as she moaned around the rigid shaft thrusting into her mouth. I could tell that her pussy must be sore, from the sound of those moans, but also that she didn’t want it to stop—not at all.