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)
That drew a little whimpery sob out of my throat, through my open lips.
“Look at me,” Daddy Jacob said, his words seeming to come from impossibly high above me.
I turned my gaze upward, lifted my chin a little, and felt with a flip of my tummy how my daddy’s hand restrained me, demanded my service. The expression on his gorgeous, dark-bearded face reinforced the thrill of fear and need his fingers had generated in my nervous system. Without any further words from him, just at the serious, hungry look in his chocolate eyes, I opened my mouth further and I put out my tongue.
“That’s it,” Daddy Jacob said. “Good girl.”
Another whimper, drawn into a whine, emerged from my chest, and I heard it from that faraway detached place again. The independent, young woman I had come to think of myself as: the different kind of bad girl, who used her smarts to get what she needed without giving anything in return… she looked down at the naked girl upended over the firefighters’ couch and somehow both recognized herself and saw an utterly different person—the sort of bad girl who couldn’t get enough of her daddies’ degradation, their use of her like a sex doll, their claiming of her as their thoroughly-disciplined, obedient fuck toy.
I felt Daddy Jacob place his warm, hard cock on my extended tongue. Daddy Phil gripped my bottom harder, in the middle, two fingers pressing into my virgin vagina as if to remind me that the penis pressing slowly but very deeply into my mouth would soon go there.
“Good girl,” Daddy Jacob said again.
I felt my brow furrow. The hand between my thighs started to work my pussy in an insistent rhythm. With each inward stroke, just up to the place where the pressure almost hurt, I sobbed around the shaft that Daddy Jacob moved back and forth, in the same cadence Daddy Phil kept in my vagina.
Good girl. The faraway, independent young woman didn’t want to hear that—more, she didn’t want to feel what the words made her feel: proud… happy. How could she be happy… how could I be happy that I had to look into the stern eyes of a huge man as he enjoyed my mouth with his thrusting cock?
“Alright,” Daddy Jacob said, still gazing down at me though his tone was clearly directed at Daddy Phil. “It’s time to open up that pussy.”
My hips bucked hard, my backside pushing against the hand there, as if to confirm my brown eyed daddy’s opinion with movement, since he had taken away my words, gagging my mouth with his enormous manhood.
“You come around here and use this pretty mouth while I pop her cherry.”
I couldn’t believe—the distant Marianne couldn’t believe—that he had said it like that, all while looking down into my eyes. Or… I felt a hot rush of shame as I understood that the real disbelief didn’t concern what Daddy Jacob had said, but rather how my body had reacted to it. How I had suddenly wanted to show Daddy Phil what Daddy Jacob had discovered about my bad girl mouth—how it felt good to have his penis in it and how I had already learned to suck a cock the way a bad girl does when she’s desperate to be a good girl for daddy.
And the other part, too: how I wanted the warm, rigid manhood that had thrust in and out between my lips, using my face like a second pussy, to make me into my daddies’ fuck toy. To deflower me in this terribly shameful way, as another man took his place in my mouth.
Daddy Jacob pulled his cock out. Then, as I blushed furiously, he stooped, and turned his head, and kissed me. I had never kissed a man with a beard before. His whiskers were much softer than I had supposed they would be, and my lips felt so funny from having to suck his penis. Illogical shame made my tummy lurch, that my daddy would kiss the mouth he had used for his lewd enjoyment, but pride just as nonsensically glowed in my chest—that he had gotten so much pleasure there that he had decided to kiss me.
His tongue found mine and touched it gently, as if to tell me that Daddy Jacob intended to penetrate me in every possible way. Then he broke the kiss and stepped away, and Daddy Phil loomed over me. I felt him put his left hand on my head, twining his fingers in my hair and pulling my face back a little and to the side, so I could see that he had taken out his hard penis just like Daddy Jacob had.
My blue-eyed daddy’s cock looked just as big. It didn’t seem quite as thick, but as Daddy Phil pumped his manhood in his right hand, I thought it seemed even longer than Daddy Jacob’s. I didn’t get a chance to look at it for long, though. Daddy Phil pressed it against my lips, and I opened them with a sob and put out my tongue so I could suck my second cock.