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“It means I get fucked, Daddy,” I whispered.
“If we want to fuck you,” Daddy Jacob replied, his eyes going up.
I bit my lip hard. The idea that they mightnotfuck me now… that they might just leave me with a whipped bottom… I could hardly bear to think of it.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, beaming a plea up at him with my still-brimming eyes. “If you want.”
“And where are we going to fuck you now, sweetheart?” asked Daddy Phil from behind me.
I closed my eyes, feeling my cheeks grow hot and my mouth curve and twist with the shame of the question. In the darkness behind my eyelids, I felt Daddy Jacob take his hand away from my ass. I chewed on the inside of my cheek to keep from letting out the forlorn whimper that threatened to emerge. I hadn’t bargained for it feeling good, though in the most humiliating possible way, to have my daddy’s finger there.
The room got quiet for a moment. Then I heard a jingly metal sound right in front of me. I felt an electric trembling travel all over my body as I understood that Daddy Jacob had started to unbuckle his belt. I squeezed my eyes even more tightly closed, though the naughty little girl inside me begged me to open them, just to take a peek.
I felt Daddy Phil’s hands on my backside. I cried out in surprise discomfort, and my eyes flew open as he squeezed hard and, much worse, parted the hot little globes of my bottom. He could see the place… the tiny, wrinkly hole… the shameful opening he had just asked about.
Icould see Daddy Jacob, swiftly unbuttoning his shirt, almost finished now and dropping it to the floor. His hands at the waist of his uniform trousers. His thumbs inside the elastic waistband of his briefs, pulling them down.
I whimpered through my nose at the pain and the shame of Daddy Phil’s inspection of my virgin anus… at the thrilling naughtiness of watching Daddy Jacob undress right in front of me.
So that we can be naked together.
“Oh, God,” I whispered as my brown-eyed daddy stepped out of his pants and easily kicked them away. Daddy Jacob had more hair all over than Daddy Phil did, and again I had to swallow down all the saliva that had gathered in my mouth at the sight of him, of the dark, curly fur that seemed to center in the middle… at the place to which my good-girl eyes shouldn’t go, but my naughty-girl eyes couldn’t help going.
His massive cock jutted out at me from a nest of wiry hair, his balls hanging down underneath in their fascinating little pouch. I had only gotten a very quick, blushing look at Daddy Phil’s scrotum. It hadn’t sent its own surge of heat to my face, the way Daddy Jacob’s did, when I couldn’t stop looking, every second making me feel naughtier than the second before as I contemplated the part of my daddy that held the seed he liked to pump into his bad girl.
Whenever Daddy wants. However Daddy wants.
WhereverDaddywants.
I felt Daddy Phil’s thumb, where Daddy Jacob’s finger had been. I let out a little cry as my blue-eyed daddy invaded my anus, and I realized that he had put lube on his fingers. He had started to get me ready for my daddies, even though I hadn’t answered his question.
“Does this give you a hint, sweetheart?” Daddy Phil asked, his voice dripping with teasing condescension. “Daddy’s going to fuck you right where he has his thumb. What’s this little hole called?”
I gripped the edge of the desk, feeling the leftover soreness in my knuckles from how hard I had held the hard, sharp-cornered surface during my terrible whipping. I looked at Daddy Jacob’s rigid penis. I couldn’t… it was too big, wasn’t it?
I cast my eyes upwards, to look into Daddy Jacob’s eyes.
“Is it going to hurt, Daddy?” I whispered.
CHAPTER15
Marianne
Daddy Jacob stroked my cheek with the backs of his knuckles. The hair on his fingers felt tickly there, and my nostrils twitched at the sensation.
“Yes, honey, it’s going to hurt, especially the first time.”
I felt my forehead crease hard. My eyes went down, of their own accord. My heart skipped a beat when I saw my daddy’s huge manhood only a few millimeters from my face, and the blood surged again into my cheeks. Behind me, Daddy Phil kept moving his thumb in and out, making me shudder with fear and need, the two interlaced at the deepest level.
“Suck Daddy’s cock, now, honey,” Daddy Jacob said, “and I’ll tell you what human resources told me.”
I cast my gaze upward with a final, beseeching look, a plea I knew would have no effect—that I knew I might not even have made if I thought it would spare me, because right at this moment I couldn’t tell if I even wanted to be spared the terrible ordeal my daddies meant to put me through.
From behind me, Daddy Phil said, “Put your right hand back, Marianne, and hold this little ass open for me. Show me where I’m going to fuck you.”
“Oh, God,” I sobbed, because I saw in Daddy Jacob’s eyes exactly what I had expected—that he had no intention of letting my bottom remain virginal for longer than it took Daddy Phil to open my anus on his cock—and because Daddy Phil’s words had come just as Daddy Jacob put his right hand under my chin and squeezed gently to tell he meant to enforce the opening of my mouth for his rigid penis.
Awkwardly, my body jerking with jolts of arousal at the nearly overwhelming mixture of shameful sensations, I obeyed my blue-eyed daddy. I supported my upper body on my left elbow and I reached back with my right hand. I opened my mouth, and I heard a pitiful little noise escape my throat just as Daddy Jacob fed me the knob-shaped head of the warm, stiff shaft, because my bottom cheek felt so sore in my fingers’ grasp, and yet it felt so fucking good to hold myself that way—and, on yet another hand, it felt so incredibly shameful to help my daddy spread my whipped bottom like that.
