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)
My eyes had closed. When I heard the voice—a man’s voice, but not one I knew—I let out a startled cry and opened them, reflexively lowering my knees and putting my hands over my pussy.
“I hope I get to, Marianne,” he had said. He stood in the doorway, leaning against it. He had Ashley in front of him, and he had one arm around her waist, that hand resting casually between her thighs, cupping her pussy. She had taken off her punishment panties, I saw, and had a pair of tiny, lacy pink ones on, as well as a matching lacy bra that showed off her ample breasts thrillingly. The idea that Ashley had earned the right to wear underwear added to my embarrassment, though I wouldn’t have supposed I could have felt any more shame than the simple presence of my fellow fuck toy and one of her daddies had already brought. “But I’ll wait for your daddies’ permission. Little Ashley here is going to get it nice and hard in a few minutes, though. I’m Daddy Ned, by the way. Great to meet you.”
I looked into Ashley’s face. Her brow had furrowed as if to match mine, and her cheeks had gotten pink. I took a little comfort in her apparently sharing my embarrassment, but the fact that she had lingerie on and I had to lie there exposing myself—which, I realized with a wide-eyed skip of my heartbeat, I had stopped doing—seemed to divide us. I could see in Ashley’s eyes, too, that her greater experience as her daddies’ sexual relief device had gotten her used to all this—really, to the thing Daddy Jacob had ordered me to think about, what it meant to be her daddies’ bad girl. I longed for the acceptance I thought I could tell the other girl had acquired.
“You’d better get those knees back up,” Daddy Ned said, pulling my gaze back up to his handsome face. His clean-shaven features didn’t, I thought, have quite the stunning good looks of my own daddies, and his hair was golden. He did have the same astonishing physique, his biceps bulging out of the sleeves of his white t-shirt. “We won’t tell, though. Will we, Ashley?”
I heard Ashley give a little whimper. When I looked back at her I saw that she had taken her lower lip between her teeth. Moving my eyes even further down, I saw the reason: between her thighs, Daddy Ned had taken much firmer hold of her lace-covered pussy. His fingers curled rhythmically as he masturbated her.
I swallowed hard. I tried to stop my mind from traveling the shameful path of my imagination, but I couldn’t help it. Her daddy’s getting her pussy ready for fucking. She’s a lucky girl, because she’s going to go for a ride on Daddy’s cock, soon. Her daddy will make her ride his penis until she’s very sore, though, I’m sure, because she’s a bad girl just like me, and it’s all a punishment, just like Daddy Jacob told me.
“Tell what?” I heard Daddy Phil say.
With a tiny cry of alarm, I raised my knees and got my hands back on them, feeling again the utter exposure, now to three sets of eyes as Daddy Phil loomed right behind Daddy Ned in the doorway.
“Oh, nothing,” said Daddy Ned with a chuckle. He had turned to look at his colleague, an easy smile on his face. Okay, maybe he was as handsome as my daddies—but no one, I thought, could be more handsome than Daddy Jacob and Daddy Phil. “Ashley and I will get going. We’ll use her in the living room if you and Jacob are going to be in here.”
“Sure,” Daddy Phil replied, so casually that it sent another wave of heat to my cheeks. I turned my eyes again to Ashley’s, and saw that maybe her acceptance and comfort with the way bad girls got treated had its limits. “We’re just going to put her in her punishment panties, though. We’ll probably come out and watch a show with you guys after.”
“Deal,” Daddy Ned said, nodding. “And we can talk about when we’re going to use them together, too.”
As I absorbed Daddy Ned’s casually degrading words, my eyes moved down to the place between Ashley’s thighs where his hand moved gently and rhythmically over the mesh surface of her pretty panties. My tummy flipped when I saw that my fellow bad girl had a visible wet spot there. Lifting my gaze to Ashley’s face, I saw in her green eyes that she had of course seen me looking: she had started to chew on the inside of her cheek, and her face showed the same terrible mixture of misgivings and helpless arousal I felt.
I thought that part of my humiliation had ended for the moment, and I started trying to look past Ashley’s hip to see what Daddy Phil might be holding in his hands. Daddy Ned had another idea, though.