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)
I sensed movement, beyond Ashley’s kneeling form, and I turned my eyes to look around, to see that Daddy Ned and Daddy Phil had stepped closer. They loomed over Ashley, their own gazes fixed on the wicked thing the red-headed girl was doing to me.
“That’s it,” said Daddy Ned. “Now put those fingers inside her and kiss her clit. That bottom looks very sore, doesn’t it, sweety?”
CHAPTER 20
Phil
“Yes, Daddy,” Ashley said, and bent her head to do as Ned told her.
Ned and I thought the same way about the SRD’s, I could tell: we shared an attitude towards the whole Daddy thing, as I had started calling it in my head. Really fucking hot, I usually put it to myself, but mostly for the bedroom.
The pink paddle and the bib… well, they definitely seemed to help Marianne on her journey to self-acceptance and rehabilitation—all the stuff Selecta had made us read and agree to. I could take it or leave it. Not like Jacob and Paul: both of them, it had quickly become clear, had a real Daddy thing going on.
Marianne moaned, long and low. Ashley’s bare shoulder moved rhythmically as she began moving the two fingers she had inside the other girl’s adorable pussy. Ashley’s red hair bent forward and down.
I couldn’t see it, but there was something just as hot about the sight of the girl in the lacy lingerie submissively lowering her head, her pink bra strap setting off the slim, mobile arm whose unseen fingers brought a rising cry from my own bad girl. Marianne’s helpless little noise came over the soft, wet sounds in the background, of the thrusting fingers finding just as much wetness as a naughty girl should have—especially after a whipping and two big men having their way with her virgin asshole. My cock gave a jump inside my jeans at it all: what I could see and what I could only imagine.
“That’s it, sweety,” Ned said, rubbing Ashley’s back as she pleasured another girl for the first time—according to Selecta’s file on her, anyway. “Eat that pussy now.”
The wet sounds changed. Ashley’s head began to move as regularly as her arm. The redheaded bad girl started to let out tiny whimpers to match the ones coming from her new bad girl colleague, and—thanks to her daddies’ instructions—naughty special friend.
“Oh, God…” Marianne moaned. Her back arched, hips thrusting lewdly upward.
My handheld buzzed in my pocket. It took me a moment, but I figured it out without having to look: my fuck toy’s orgasm alarm had just gone off.
“Okay, Ashley,” I said, “that’s enough. It’s time to put Marianne in her punishment panties.”
I looked down at them in my hand. I still didn’t really get how a piece of clothing that looked so ordinary and even unsexy could turn into such a source of hotness for a bad girl and her daddies. I had to credit Paul, I supposed: the punishment panties definitely belonged to the realm of Daddy stuff, and even Ned and I had to admit Ashley’s response to being made to wear them got us going too. Jacob had told me he thought they might do Marianne even more good than they had done Ashley, and I trusted his instincts.
My handheld buzzed again, even more angrily, as Marianne let out a little scream that I didn’t need any high tech alert to tell me meant she would come momentarily if Ashley’s taboo caresses continued. Ned got the message, too: he pulled his bad girl’s head from between Marianne’s spread thighs.
“That’s enough, sweety. You’ll see Marianne soon. Maybe her daddies will let her kiss your little cunt, too.”
Marianne
Ashley’s face, hot and damp and shiny with my need, her eyes dazed, brought yet another helpless spasm of arousal to my pussy. I felt my head shaking again, this time not to refuse what my fellow bad girl had just done, but to beg my daddy to let her do it more, as forbidden and naughty as it was. A little lady would never do that to another girl, or let another girl do that to her, but if her daddy said they had to do it, didn’t that make it different?
It had felt… it had felt like nothing else. Daddies touched their bad girls’ pussies, and I could even imagine a daddy kissing my pussy if I had obeyed him very respectfully, but not the way Ashley had just done. How could anyone but another girl kiss my pussy like that? Softly and gently, but also firmly in just the places where a bad girl knew to be firm, insistent with the tip of her tongue, while her fingers did terrible, knowing things inside my aching sheath.
She had a deep crease in her forehead, and her pink tongue came out of her mouth and licked her lips. I gave a gasp of need, because I wanted that naughty tongue back where it shouldn’t go… unless a daddy said it must go there.