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)
“Y-yes, Daddy,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.
Daddy Daniel nodded approvingly before turning back to the group. “To ensure we can monitor Amy’s arousal levels accurately, Miss Frieda has kindly provided me with her own monitoring device.”
He held up the sleek, handheld thing that I recognized from the training room. Its smooth surface gleamed in the soft light of the Hall of Pleasure, a small screen flickering to life as Daddy Daniel pressed a button.
“In case you haven’t immersed yourself in the minutiae of the Institute’s research and development, this remarkable piece of technology,” he explained, “is connected to a microscopic sensor placed between Amy’s vagina and anus. It allows us to monitor her arousal in real time, ensuring we can keep her right on the edge without allowing her to tip over into orgasm.”
The other daddies murmured appreciatively, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of scientific curiosity and carnal anticipation. I felt my face flush hot with embarrassment at the thought of my most intimate responses being displayed for all to see.
“Now then,” Daddy Daniel’s voice took on a commanding tone. “Victor, Kwame, William—Amy’s mouth is yours to use as you see fit.”
The three men rose from their chairs, shedding their robes as they approached. Their impressive physiques came into full view, muscles rippling beneath tanned skin. But it was their rigid cocks that drew my gaze, jutting proudly before them as they lined up in front of me.
Daddy Victor was first. He gripped my hair firmly, tilting my head back. “Open wide, little slut,” he growled. I obeyed, parting my lips as he guided his thick shaft into my waiting mouth.
The salty taste of his pre-cum coated my tongue as he pushed deeper, stretching my jaw wide. He began to move, fucking my face with slow, deliberate strokes. I struggled to breathe around his girth, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.
After a few thrusts, Daddy Victor withdrew. Before I could catch my breath, Daddy Kwame took his place. His ebony skin gleamed in the soft light as he pressed his cock past my swollen lips. Where Victor had been thick, Kwame was long, the tip of his shaft bumping against the back of my throat with each thrust.
I gagged slightly, fighting to relax my throat and take him deeper. Just as I started to adjust to his rhythm, he pulled back, making way for Daddy William.
William’s cock was a perfect balance of length and girth. He wasted no time, gripping my head with both hands as he set a punishing pace. The sounds of my choking and slurping filled the air, mingling with the men’s grunts of pleasure.
And so it continued, the three daddies taking turns using my mouth. My jaw ached, my lips felt bruised and swollen, and my neck strained from the awkward angle. Yet as the minutes ticked by, something strange began to happen.
The discomfort in my body seemed to fade away, replaced by a floating sensation—the same shift of consciousness I remembered from my first time in the Hall of Pleasure. The vast room around me blurred, the ornate decorations melting into a swirling vortex of color and light.
I felt as if I was drifting in a deep, wide, cosmic ocean. Each thrust of a cock into my mouth sent ripples of energy through my being, connecting me to something greater than myself. The taste, the smell, the feeling of being used—it all blended together into a transcendent experience.
In this altered state, I became acutely aware of every sensation. The lingering sting of the paddle on my bottom. The cool air caressing my exposed pussy. The fullness in my mouth as it was repeatedly filled and emptied. It was as if I could feel every cell in my body vibrating with pleasure and purpose.
CHAPTER 25
Amy
Time lost all meaning. I couldn’t tell if minutes or hours had passed as the daddies continued to use me. I floated in my altered state, aware only of the sensations coursing through my body. The rhythmic thrusting of cocks in my mouth had become my entire world, each stroke sending ripples of submissive pleasure through my being. With time, my sense of self seemed to have departed. I existed only to serve and please.
Suddenly, Daddy Daniel’s deep voice cut through the haze, anchoring me back to reality.
“Gentlemen,” he addressed the three daddies using my mouth, “how does our little fuck toy’s mouth feel? Is she serving you well?”
Daddy Victor withdrew his cock from my lips with a wet pop, his hand still tangled in my hair. “She’s learned quickly,” he replied, his voice husky with arousal. “Her tongue has gotten quite talented.”
Kwame nodded in agreement, his dark eyes gleaming. “Indeed. She’s taking our cocks deeper each time. A fast learner, this one.”
“Excellent,” Daddy Daniel said, a note of pride in his voice. “I suppose she’s earned a little reward for her efforts.” He paused, and I could almost feel the weight of his gaze on my exposed body. “Reggie, Lawrence, Tom—why don’t you come evaluate Amy’s pussy for me? I’d like to know how she feels wrapped around a cock.”