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Daddy Jacob made his little grunt, deep in his throat, and I felt the strange, warm glow of pride that I already seemed to be getting used to. I even knew that if I moved my tongue just a small distance, under a certain place right below the head of my daddy’s hard penis, he would make that sound, because my mouth made my daddy’s penis feel so good.
Daddy Phil put two fingers against the tiny hole, covered in cool, slick lube. As Daddy Jacob started to tell me about the part of the phone call I hadn’t heard, I whimpered around his gently thrusting hardness, because my other daddy started really stretching me, really training my bottom to give my daddies the pleasure they so clearly thought themselves entitled to.
“The lady in human resources,” Daddy Jacob said in a voice whose slight huskiness sent an electric thrill over my skin, “told me that your daddies needed to make it… very… clear to… you…”
He stopped talking for a moment and cleared his throat. I had closed my eyes because it seemed so very shameful to have my whole visual world occupied by Daddy Jacob’s iron abs and the private curls that a good girl should never see, and the glistening penis as it came and went from between my lips. I opened them in surprise and tried to look upward into his face.
When I saw the expression with which he gazed down at me, I understood with a hot blush and a smile I couldn’t hide, even with my lips around my daddy’s penis. I had made my daddy feel so good he had lost his train of thought: instead of informing me about his conversation on the phone, he just wanted to watch his bad girl suck his cock.
I felt my back arch hard, and I cried out around Daddy Jacob’s thrusting shaft, my smile lost, as Daddy Phil added a third finger to the two already training my smallest hole. I clutched my right ass cheek and the pain seemed to suffuse itself all through the region. My cry became a sob, because the sensation brought a humiliating clench of my pussy that I felt certain Daddy Phil could see.
“You know how to open up, sweetheart,” Daddy Phil said. “You do it every day.”
I would have saidOh, Godfor the millionth or so time if I hadn’t had my mouth full of Daddy Jacob’s enormous cock. Instead I just let out another sob at the degradation in Daddy Phil’s words. I closed my eyes and tried to open myself there.
“It’s going to hurt less if you can get used to opening this asshole for me,” Daddy Phil said. He withdrew his fingers a millimeter, and then pressed them in again. I cried out in discomfort, but I also began to get a sense of the shameful movement I would have to perform with my muscles down there.
“Very clear to you,” Daddy Jacob continued on, moving his cock in and out in a steady rhythm, his voice firmer, as if he had resolved to pay attention to his duty to care for me as Selecta had specified. “That your entire duty with your daddies is a punishment.”
I did the mortifying thing with my bottom that I had figured out I needed to do. I let out a whimper as I felt Daddy Phil’s fingers slide in more easily. Somehow Daddy Jacob’s words, about how it was all a punishment, that I had ended up as a sexual servant because I needed to learn a painful, humiliating lesson, had the opposite effect on me to what I would have sworn it would be, just forty-eight hours ago. I sobbed around my daddy’s big penis, trying to please that special part of him. I did my best to help my other daddy train my bottom for fucking. When I felt him turn all his fingers into a cone, and push them in, the scream I let out around Daddy Jacob’s rigid shaft had as much need in it as discomfort.
“So,” Daddy Jacob continued as if he were talking to a young woman in some kind of formal job interview, “she said we should paddle you and whip you whenever we think you need it. Sometimes that can be because you misbehaved, but we shouldn’t wait for that. You need consistent, strict discipline, including anal sex whenever your daddies decide to fuck you in the ass.”
I heard my breath come in little pants around my daddy’s hardness, and I realized that between the two of them, my firefighters—no,a voice said,notyourfirefighters… they’re the firefighters who ownyou—had brought on that strangely pleasant feeling of floating. Detached, I saw the little girl, naked with her enormous, muscular daddies. They had taken their clothes off, too, the better to enjoy their bad girl… the better to enjoy their bad girl’s virgin bottom.
Another of that bad girl’s sounds came to my ears, a whimper at the removal of Daddy Phil’s fingers from her anus, after stretching that tiny hole much wider than it had ever opened before.
“Shh, honey,” Daddy Jacob said quietly. He had my chin in one hand and the other around the back of my head as he thrust in and out of my lips. My brown-eyed daddy’s thrusts had grown shallower, as if he had decided to be considerate and let me breathe more easily. Another little candle glow of bizarre gratitude welled up in me at the thought of how Daddy Jacob knew how to take care of me even when he used me for his pleasure.
Then she moaned… I moaned. I felt the head of Daddy’s cock there.
The wrong place. He’s putting it in the wrong place.My brain didn’t seem to catch on for a moment, despite how thoroughly and shamefully my blue-eyed daddy had probed my asshole. I tightened my backside out of pure instinct. I clutched hard at my right ass-cheek, and heard my moan become a cry of discomfort.
“You can do it,” Daddy Phil said, his voice sounding much sterner than the ordinary meaning of those encouraging words. “Open this little bottom for Daddy, sweetheart.”
Daddy Jacob pulled his cock out of my mouth. Again the helpless, reflexive thanks rose in me, because I knew my daddy wanted to help. He wanted to give me a chance to open the secret flower of my whipped bottom for my other daddy’s penis.
I whimpered again as I understood that my daddy might want to help that way, but he also wanted to train me another way, too. With his left hand he turned my head, firmly though without enough force to hurt or frighten me. He held his thick, long cock up out of the way and he put my mouth on the tight, wrinkled, furry skin of his balls.
“Lick there, honey,” Daddy Jacob said. “Lick daddy’s balls.”
“Oh, God,” I mewed—there’s no other word for the sound I made with those words. A little girl voice, but as a whimper, a kitten sound. I licked, and I tasted it—the naughtiest thing I had ever tasted. Salty, and musky, and so degrading. I took a breath through my nose, and I smelled the dark, masculine smell of my daddy’s day walking around inspecting the perimeter.
I felt so dirty, like such a naughty girl—but not, at that moment, a bad girl. I wanted to be good for my daddies—Ineededto please them like a good girl, because that was the only way to earn the release of the terrible arousal their humiliating, painful sexual discipline had brought. I licked, and kissed, and mewed in now-wordless kitten sounds.
And I pushed, down there, and felt the heat rush to my face as I did as Daddy Phil had commanded and felt him push the head of his rigid penis into my untried anus.
“That’s it,” Daddy Phil said. “Oh… wow… good girl, Marianne… good girl…”
My noises lengthened, rose in volume. The huge thing in my bottom-hole kept pressing further in, stretching me more than even the cone of my daddy’s strong fingers had done. I screamed, my body shuddering as Daddy Phil began to fuck my ass, driving deeper into my smallest hole with each thrust.
“Daddy…” I said, or she said, or maybe someone else. “Daddy… oh, God… Daddy, please… oh, it hurts… please…”
“Just take it, honey,” Daddy Jacob rumbled from far above me. “You’ll get more used to it the more we train you.”
I panted and I licked. I kissed my daddy’s balls tenderly, knowing how sensitive they were despite the rocklike hardness of the thighs whose curly hairs tickled my cheeks just as much as the fur on his scrotum tickled my nose. I licked reverently, because my daddy could give me pleasure if he wanted.
Daddy Phil’s left hand left my bottom, as he continued thrusting in my anus in long, painful strokes. His right took my own hand off the other cheek and moved it forward so that I could prop myself up on both elbows again as I served Daddy Jacob. My blue-eyed daddy’s hands took hold of my hips, encircling my waist and keeping me still so that he could use my ass as he pleased despite the way I had started to squirm and buck beneath him.
