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)
“Ashley, honey,” Daddy Jacob said, “go ahead and take your clothes off, and we’ll do the same. I want you to put your pussy right in front of Marianne’s face so she can show you how sorry she is that she put you in danger.”
I let out a little sob as I saw them start to follow my bear daddy’s instructions. Daddy Jacob and Daddy Phil began unbuttoning their white uniform shirts, while Daddy Ned and Daddy Paul stripped their tees over their heads to reveal those mouth-watering, tummy-flipping abs all our daddies seemed to share equally.
Ashley, standing right in front of me where I lay strapped down over the table, pulled her night shirt over her head. I looked up into her green eyes, over her ample breasts with their big pink nipples, and I wondered again whether I had done a very foolish thing in asking for this: even though I had kissed Ashley between her legs before, to do it this way, as an abject apology and a preparation of a terrible ordeal to come, made my breathing speed up, and go in and out raggedly between my lips.
My friend’s troubled expression didn’t help: in her eyes I thought I could see a sort of mirror—the image somehow reversed—of my own feelings. Just as I wanted desperately to make amends in a submissive way that suited my regret for my awful misbehavior, Ashley wanted to enforce my humiliation, despite how much conflict if clearly caused inside both of us. I watched her face go from a hard, demanding look of strict justice to a soft look of sympathy and back again as she drew her panties down to her knees and let them drop, then stood up again to gaze down at me.
“I’m…” I started to say, intending to apologize again, but Ashley didn’t let me finish.
“Be quiet, Marianne,” she said, her eyes seeming surprised at her voice’s severity, but her face set into a firm expression that matched it. “Show me how sorry you are. Eat this pussy like a slutty bad girl does.”
Slutty. My daddies hadn’t used that word with me. It sent a thrill through my nervous system, and I understood in a flash that my friend had said it to try to help me. She meant, I felt certain, that part of becoming who I should be—a bad girl like her, yearning to be her daddies’ little-lady-fuck-toy—involved figuring out that I could… I could play with all those shameful roles, those ideas of what a young woman who loved submissive sex might be.
Slut. Bad girl. Whore.
I put out my tongue, my eyes still locked with Ashley’s. My chin rested at the very edge of the table, so that when she took another little step forward, her pussy came right up against my face. My nose pressed into the sweet curve of her mons, and I stretched my tongue out as far as I could go, not caring about the discomfort in my neck, because I had to show Ashley I understood—I had to tell her, without words, that I wanted to be a slut for her, and for our daddies, even if they wouldn’t let me come until I had made full amends for the terrible thing I had done.
She put both of her hands on my head. I kept looking up even though I couldn’t see Ashley’s face anymore: all I could see was her big, gorgeous breasts. I felt a pang of jealousy, even though I knew my daddies liked my little breasts, too, and that shameful, envious feeling made me feel even sluttier. I licked and licked, and whimpered and whimpered, as I pleasured her. Ashley’s hips started to ride back and forth, pushing her needy clit against my face. From high above, I heard wanton little grunts emerge from her mouth, each of them slightly muffled, as if my friend wanted to keep herself from making such unladylike noises, but the pleasure my tongue gave was just too great.
I had lost track completely of what our daddies were doing while I made amends to Ashley’s pussy, but Daddy Jacob’s hand on my back—I couldn’t see him but I somehow knew it had to be his strong hand, and no one else’s—made me gasp into my friends’ privates. I had no doubt what my bear daddy meant to do next, and the shock of fear that preceded the hard spank he delivered to my ass, atop the terrible welts from his belt, mingled with an insane longing for it, for more punishment that would prove how much care my daddy meant to take of me.
“Alright,” Daddy Jacob said, after the spank, and my scream of pain into Ashley’s pussy, had died away. “Let’s get her loose from the table so we can fuck her the way she asked for.”