Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“It’s when a woman sits on another woman’s face,” she explained. “When she uses another girl’s mouth for her pleasure. Your daddies told me you’re going to be very good at this. Let’s find out if they’re right.”
She lowered herself onto my face, her thighs bracketing my head, her pussy pressing against my mouth with her full weight. The position was overwhelming—I could barely breathe, could see nothing but her body above me. She was completely in control, using my mouth as casually as Daddy Bill had used it, grinding against me while I struggled to keep licking.
“That’s it,” she moaned, rocking her hips. “Tongue inside me. Deeper.”
I obeyed, pushing my tongue into her opening while she rode my face. The taste of her filled my senses, the scent of her arousal overwhelming. My jaw ached, my neck strained from the angle, but she didn’t care. She just kept grinding, kept using me, chasing her second orgasm while the other girls watched.
When she came this time, it was harder than before. Her thighs clamped around my head, cutting off what little air I’d been getting. Her pussy pulsed against my tongue and I felt her release flood my mouth. I swallowed reflexively, unable to do anything else as she used my face for her pleasure.
Finally, mercifully, she lifted herself off me. I gasped for air, my lungs burning as I sucked in desperate breaths. My face was soaked with her juices, my jaw aching from the extended abuse.
“Very good, new girl,” Emily said, looking down at me with satisfaction. “Your daddies were right. You’re a natural at this.”
The praise made something complicated happen in my chest—a warmth that shouldn’t have been there, not after what she’d just done to me. But I couldn’t deny the treacherous flutter of pride that came with her approval.
Mr. Jenkins’s voice cut through the steamy air. “That’s enough for this morning. Let’s get you back to your rooms, little ladies.”
I climbed off the bench with shaking legs, my face still wet with Emily’s release. The other girls were already moving toward the door, and I followed on unsteady feet, trying to process what had just happened. I’d eaten four pussies and kissed four assholes. I’d been queened by the Trusty until she’d come on my face. And some horrible part of me had gotten wet from it.
We walked down the hallway in a line, water still dripping from our hair and bodies. I found myself next to Keiko—Sixty-Eight—and something about her gentle demeanor gave me courage to speak.
“When do we get dressed?” I asked quietly, my voice hoarse from the extended use of my mouth.
She glanced at me with sympathy in her dark eyes. “Our daddies decide what we wear each day. The guards lay it out in our rooms while we’re in the showers.”
My stomach clenched. “What if they don’t leave anything?”
“Then you stay naked,” she said simply. “Or just in a diaper. It depends on what lesson they want to teach you.”
We reached my room and Mr. Jenkins gestured for me to enter. I stepped inside, my eyes immediately going to the bed where my outfit should have been laid out.
There was no pink uniform. No clothes at all.
Instead, sitting on the pink duvet was a butt plug—noticeably larger than the one from yesterday—next to a tube of lubricant and a fresh white diaper.
My breath caught in my throat. That was it. That was all they’d left me.
“Five minutes to get dressed,” Mr. Jenkins said from the doorway. “Then line up in the hall.”
He closed the door, leaving me alone with the items on the bed. I walked toward them on trembling legs, my pussy already responding in that treacherous way that made me hate myself. The plug was definitely bigger—maybe an inch and a half in diameter at its widest point, with a longer shaft than yesterday’s. Just looking at it made my ass clench in anticipation.
I picked up the tube of lube with shaking hands. This was really happening. I was going to have to put this thing inside myself, then wear nothing but a diaper to breakfast. The humiliation should have made me want to refuse, to throw the plug across the room and demand real clothes.
Instead, I felt heat pooling between my legs.
I squeezed lubricant onto my fingers and reached behind myself, finding my anus still tender from yesterday’s violation. My finger circled the tight opening, spreading the slick substance, then pressed inside. The stretch made me gasp, but I forced myself to work the lube deeper, preparing myself for what was coming.
When I couldn’t delay any longer, I picked up the plug and coated it thoroughly with lubricant. The silicone was cool and smooth in my hand. I bent forward over the bed, one hand spreading my cheeks while the other positioned the plug against my opening.