Page 32 of Sugar Daddies

I swirl my tongue over the salty cum and suck down an inch. His impatience shows through when he pushes my head down with a force that cannot be stopped.

I was never good at multitasking. It’s a concept that I try to learn and conquer with my own abilities. That never worked because while I’m trying to bring pleasure to Daddy’s girth, my sore pussy flares in heart at the weight that settles deep into my cunt.

Mr. Stephan is also a very big man.

He’s so big and different that it’s as if I’m a virgin all over again and he’s taking the purity him a savage thrust that breathes depravity. Irritation slithers in my slit, spreading and holding the girth of a cock that is not meant for me to take in one go.

“D-Daddy,” I whisper with a slur for their attention, and the animalistic thrusts that yield my body to his command.

Daddy seizes my hair in a tighter grip, bringing me down to his cock and saliva slathered messily at the base as it slides down to his full balls. Tight and full, I want to swallow his cum and feel the scalding heat roll down my throat in thick globs.

I wrap my tiny hand around the massive girth to help with the parts that I can’t take anymore. It’s simply not possible for me to physically swallow his cock as a whole and be fine with it. I need a lot of coaxing to relax my throat, and he isn’t giving me time to adjust. It goes beyond my discomfort, but I brace myself and push back the aching in my jaw and slurp his cock like the good girl that he’s trying to get back. I work my hips back to Mr. Stephan’s hammering pace, taking him to the root while his pelvis slaps my butt.

Whether it’s the slurping from Daddy’s cock or the squelching of my pussy trying to cling onto my other Daddy’s cock, those sounds echo the loudest in my ears.

The growls from them and the thunderous roars of my blood aren’t enough to drown out the filthy messes that I’m making.

A brief touch of kindness escapes from Daddy’s caress on my cheek. It’s a token for my hard work as he pats the trail of fresh tears rolling down quickly.

I’m a fool for letting the kindness break through the apprehension that I feel as it turns into unease. Daddy taps my bottom lip with a finger, and I reel in the accomplishment that I made him feel good.

It’s a short-lived phase.

Daddy’s guiding my face down to his pelvic bone and the brutal stretch of my throat convulse with my quivering pussy. I choke in surprise; something greater than fear anchors in the pit of my belly as the ink on his skin rouse muffled cries.

I’m going to cum soon, and both men know it. They simultaneously cease their movements, and Daddy yanks my head up. Strings of broken saliva hit my chest as he sets his lips into a sneer that coils fear in the pulse of my pussy. The awareness of having something so big inside me clouds my comprehension of the surrounding areas.

I try to grind my hips back, but Mr. Stephan’s hands are iron bars caging my waist, and he’s not shy about his strength to show me who is in charge.

“Did I say you can cum?” Daddy hisses, clenching his teeth in a snarl.

I swallow the thickness in my mouth, wincing at the soreness of my throat from his malicious ministration.

“N-no, Daddy,” I grunt softly, pain sizzling in my scalp with the implication of affection through Mr. Stephan’s hand running down my curved spine.

“Good, you still remember your punishment,” Daddy purrs in satisfaction.

He lets go of my hair, and they fall over my shoulders in a curtain of tangled waves. My exhausted body is weighted by bricks as I come tumbling down to the bed.

Mr. Stephan resumes his pistons, forcing my walls to accommodate the stinging as my slit wants to suck the cum from his balls.

“Fuck, you’re right,” Mr. Stephan hisses through clenched teeth, “Sheistight.”

My body perceives the small touches to my hair as a threat of being pulled again, so I instantly wrap my hands around his wet shaft and take him into my mouth again. Daddy smooths my hair, fingers deciding whether they want to become a punisher or the lover.

I don’t think about it. I don’t pay much attention to their words, but I do try to make them cum first. My tongue rubs the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock to stop my teeth from scraping on his sensitive shaft, and my tiny pussy squeezes with the tension rolling off my body in suffocating waves as I coil my muscles around the steel-hardness of Mr. Stephan’s cock.

I’m learning to multitask at the worst time possible.

Well, there’s no good time to start, just the right time and now is the moment to harness my skill.

“You trained her well, Max.”

There are a raspy chuckle and a forceful thrust above me.

“I should thank you for training her to be a filthy, little slut, just desperate for my cock to fill her,” it’s a tease on Mr. Stephan’s part; his tone says it all.

Daddy growls, “I didn’t do it for you. She needs to be broken, and she was quite the mousy, little thing when I took her virginity.”

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