Page 33 of Sugar Daddies

“My heart is in tatters,” Mr. Stephan mocks as he pushes my spine down into a low curve, so my pussy is open for him to sink deeper.

“Good,” Daddy deadpans, fingering strands of my hair as I half listen to them while splitting the other half of my attention into two different tasks.

“You want to keep her to yourself, how greedy of you,” Mr. Stephan groans and the thickening of his cock catches at the tight opening of my slit.

Heat pools and cum slides deliberately deep into my quivering pussy. The dying orgasm had just built itself up before it got diminished by the scalding hot spurts of thick cum filling my snug pussy. Some gush out from how much Mr. Stephan had given me, and I mentally thank him for it.

I have the feeling of cum running out of my pussy. It’s dirty and primal in the sense that sex is raw with passionate emotions.

I still haven’t had the chance to cum yet as Daddy plucks me from the bed. The slippery slide of Mr. Stephan’s cock opens my hole for his cum to pour out in torrents.

I absentmindedly wonder if it’s humanly possible to cum this much, but then Daddy doesn’t lose in that department either. It’s as if they are constantly in competition with each other and it’s scarily sexy at how readily they are to one-up each other.

“She does like me better,” Daddy says as he drops me on his big cock.

It’s a good thing that Mr. Stephan had stretched me out, and the cum helps the friction, but it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt. The pain comes from not being able to cum on multiple times and the puffiness is because Mr. Stephan had used me as his personal fuck-toy.

“I’m not above having you killed,” my other Daddy replies with a snappy tone.

I can’t see anything when Daddy has me on his lap. I’m facing the vanilla wall and the bed’s headboard. They don’t have my attention for long when Daddy starts to bring my hips down to match his hammering halfway. It’s a one-man effort, and I’m just enjoying the ride with weak limbs and sore butt.

Daddy has no problem holding my weight with his two hands, spreading my cheeks as a display for dominance over Mr. Stephan. It’s a message for him that he can look, but he can’t touch, and Mr. Stephan isn’t someone who takes threats lightly.

It’s a bad combination for two possessive men to compete over who wins at making me cry their names.

They’re my Daddies. Favoritism is nonexistent in my mind as they both dominate my heart with vicious poisons of their love.

I feel eyes on my stretched pussy. Daddy’s massive cock is fucking Mr. Stephan’s thick cum back inside and also messily smearing around the skin where we’re connected.

It’s so dirty in every sense, and I can’t think of anything hotter than being the center of attention. The need to get on their good grace again comes back ten times stronger than before. I loop my arms around Daddy’s cock and rock to the tempo he has set.

I want to put on a good show for Mr. Stephan, I want to be pretty in his eyes, and I want to see him holding back from fucking me to oblivion when I turn back around.

A mantra of their title comes in broken moans and sobbing cries. The wanton swirl of my hips has sticky cum squishing around Daddy’s cock as it gives him leverage to pound his way into the depth of my tiny pussy.

There is a low timber of seduction that spills from Daddy’s throat. It’s an outcome of the fracturing control he has when I clench down to feel the pulse of his cock.

Even in the midst of my punishment, I’m still trying to get in trouble. I can’t help it. I’m addicted to this feeling and stopping me will require nothing short of isolation. As I attempt to build up the slow climb of my orgasm, Daddy’s pelvis helps as it traps my clit in a raw snare that drags the fiery nerve with every thrust.

“You haven’t gotten the chance to feel how tight she is when she comes.”

Daddy just has to force a reaction from Mr. Stephan, and it’s a successful one.

A hand with splayed fingers on my back pushes me down with the top portion of Daddy’s shoulders stopping at the headboard. It looks like the same position when I read a book in bed.

That’s not important because Mr. Stephan’s presence is not ignorable. He keeps my breasts molded to Daddy’s chest with one hand. The power behind it is evident by the weight that stills my fidgeting.

It’s hard not to move when I have a big cock lodged inside.

Then I feel it.

Daddy holding my butt open, Mr. Stephan’s cock nudging my already filled hole as he presses down with the right amount of pressure to open a tiny opening. It’s the only space he needs to shove inside along Daddy’s still cock.

It’s painful with a crashing searing heat the rips through my abused hole. My entire body stiffens, and the muscles are straining with tears flowing down as I sob in pain.

I’m so full and so hurt by the sudden sting. It’s not a small prick, but it feels like I’m being torn in half and it’s frightening to know my body is already accepting the second cock with ease.

It shouldn’t even be possible to take both of them in one hole, yet it’s somehow accomplished without my knowledge.

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