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)
To see and, I understood with a lurch of my stomach, to fuck.
“I can’t resist that sweet little cunt,” my brown-eyed daddy, gorgeous with the water running down his hairy chest, said. I bit my lip as my eyes went to his huge cock, jutting proudly from his lap even after fucking me so hard.
“Why wait?” Daddy Ed asked, lifting me an inch off his own rigid penis, then lowering me so that I moaned with mingled need and discomfort.
Daddy Bill stepped forward, the head of his manhood at the opening of my vagina. I cried out as he thrust inside, wrapping my legs around his back. They started to fuck me together, as I sobbed helplessly at their practiced rhythm—one thrusting in as the other pulled back—until I felt like a terribly, terribly bad girl… the kind daddies use front and back, just as they please.
I felt an orgasm building despite everything, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter until finally it crashed over me. I screamed, my body convulsing between them.
“Good girl,” Daddy Ed grunted, his pace increasing. “Come on our cocks like the little slut you are.”
They both finished inside me within moments of each other—Daddy Ed pulsing in my ass, Daddy Bill flooding my pussy. I felt like a place for my daddies to put their penises, a naughty girl who would take everything they gave me.
When they finally withdrew, I almost collapsed, my legs unable to support me. Daddy Bill caught me, holding me up while Daddy Ed turned off the water.
They dried me carefully, wrapping me in a fluffy towel. My mind felt fuzzy and distant, floating somewhere far from my exhausted body.
“Better?” Daddy Bill asked softly.
I nodded against his chest. The restlessness was gone, replaced by a bone-deep satisfaction. My bottom still ached, my pussy and ass felt thoroughly used, but somehow I felt more settled than I had all week.
“That’s what you needed, wasn’t it?” Daddy Ed said, brushing damp hair back from my face. “Not just the discipline, but all of it. To be reminded that you’re ours completely.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, my voice sounding to me high and far away. I felt, as strange as it seemed, like a good little girl who had learned how to be bad. Or a bad girl who had learned how to be good. I couldn’t figure it out—and I didn’t want to. “Yes, Daddies,” I whispered.
The End