Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
I lowered my eyes all the way until I could take in the thrilling view of my hardness driving in and out of the velvet sheath of Amy’s sweet, hairless vagina. When my gaze traveled up again, over her curves, past her big, bouncing breasts, to her adorable face, I could see from the pink in Amy’s cheeks that she had watched me enjoying the lewd sight of our bodies’ joining, and found it both shameful and arousing.
With a smile on my face even as I heard low grunts of satisfaction come, animal-like, from my chest, I reached out my hands to take firm hold of her gorgeous breasts. Amy cried out, her whole body shuddering.
“Oh, God…” she moaned. “Oh, Daddy… Daddy… may I… please… please…”
“No,” I told her. “You’ll come after your gangbang, if you’re a good girl.”
Amy
I felt completely sure that I was going to come anyway. Just the feeling of my daddy’s hands on my breasts, along with Miss Frieda’s firm, restraining grip on the backs of my knees—together of course with the tormenting pain-pleasure that raged between my thighs and my bottom cheeks—I knew it would happen, and I didn’t care, even if it meant they would whip my backside until I couldn’t walk comfortably for a month.
Then, as if Daddy Daniel had some kind of direct connection to the sensor between my legs, he pulled his huge penis out of me. I let out a forlorn, beseeching cry. I heard Miss Frieda say, “How do you want her?”
Daddy Daniel said, “On her knees. I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth and come on that beautiful face.”
Distantly I watched him take a step back, into the center of the Persian rug that dominated Miss Frieda’s office.
Miss Frieda said, “Excellent. Amy, dear, I’ll help you.”
I whimpered as Miss Frieda helped me off the desk, my legs trembling beneath me. The massive plug in my bottom shifted with each movement, sending terrible jolts of sensation through my core. Miss Frieda guided me to kneel before Daddy Daniel, her grip firm but not unkind.
Daddy Daniel stood before me, his impressive cock glistening with my arousal. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it, my mouth watering at the sight. He reached out, tangling his fingers in my hair and guiding my face toward his lap.
“Open wide, you little slut,” he commanded, his voice low and husky.
I obeyed without hesitation, parting my lips eagerly. Daddy Daniel wasted no time, pushing his thick shaft past my lips and into the warm cavern of my mouth. I moaned around him, the taste of my own arousal mingling with his masculine flavor on my tongue.
Daddy Daniel began to move, fucking my face with long, deep strokes. I relaxed my throat, taking him as deep as I could. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I fought my gag reflex, determined to please him.
“That’s it,” he growled, his grip tightening in my hair. “Take it all like a good girl.”
I looked up at him through watery eyes, my heart swelling at the pride and desire I saw in his gaze. Even as he used my mouth for his pleasure, I felt a deep sense of belonging, of rightness. This was where I was meant to be—on my knees, serving my daddy.
Miss Frieda’s voice cut through the haze of my arousal. “Remember, Amy,” she said sternly, “to show your gratitude. Daddy Daniel has not only claimed you as his own bad girl, but he’s also allowing you to receive the cocks of other men. This is a great privilege.”
I whimpered around Daddy Daniel’s thick shaft, overwhelmed by the conflicting emotions her words stirred in me. I absolutely wanted to belong to Daddy Daniel. The part of me that knew that didn’t want to think about being used by multiple men. Beneath it all, though, another part, a deep, dark part, couldn’t deny the shameful excitement that coursed through me at the prospect.
Daddy Daniel’s thrusts became more erratic, his breathing growing ragged. With a low groan, he pulled his cock from my mouth. I barely had time to close my eyes before I felt the first warm splash of his seed on my face. Rope after rope of my daddy’s essence painted my cheeks, my forehead, my lips. I kept my mouth open, catching what I could on my tongue, savoring the salty taste of him.
When he finished, Daddy Daniel stepped back, as if admiring his artistry in claiming me in that obscene way. “Look at me, Amy,” he commanded.
I opened my eyes, blinking away the tears and semen that clung to my lashes. Daddy Daniel’s expression was one of satisfaction and possessiveness as he gazed down at me, his cock still half-hard and glistening.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. Then, his tone growing firmer, he added, “Now, it’s time for you to prepare for your gangbang. Miss Frieda will get you ready. Remember, you’re to please these men as thoroughly as you’ve pleased me. Show them what a good fuck toy you can be.”