Page 19 of A Bad Girl's Needs

Daniel’s free hand roamed my body, pinching my nipples and kneading my breasts. Each touch sent jolts of electricity straight to my core, ratcheting up my arousal to almost unbearable levels.

“You’re going to come for me, Amy,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. “But first, I want you to listen carefully.”

I struggled to focus on his words as his fingers worked their magic between my legs. Daniel’s thumb circled my clit with exquisite precision, drawing me ever closer to the precipice of bliss.

“You know, honey,” he continued, his tone conversational despite the increasingly urgent pace of his fingers, “I may be your first daddy here at the Bad Girl Facility, but I certainly won’t be your last.”

Daniel’s words sent a shiver down my spine, a confusing mix of shame and arousal washing over me. My cheeks burned even hotter, the blush spreading down my neck and across my chest.

“That’s right, honey,” he murmured, his fingers never ceasing their exquisite torture between my legs. “I’m honored to be the first daddy to fuck that tight little ass of yours, to feel you clench around my cock as I filled you with my seed. But, yes, I know I won’t be the only man who gets to do that.”

I whimpered, burying my face in the crook of his neck. Part of me wanted to protest, to deny the truth in his words. But my body betrayed me, my hips rocking against his hand with increased urgency.

“You see, Amy,” Daniel continued, his voice low and husky, “like I said, I’ve studied your profile extensively. I know every detail about you—your past, your desires, even the things you try to hide from yourself. And do you know what I’ve learned?”

I shook my head, unable to form words as pleasure built within me. Daniel’s skilled fingers found that perfect spot inside me, making me gasp and arch against him.

“I’ve learned that you, my beautiful, intelligent, naughty girl, need more than just one daddy to satisfy you. You need to be used, to be filled, to be fucked by many different men.”

My pussy clenched around his fingers at his crude words, a fresh wave of wet arousal flowing at my new daddy’s dirty talk.

He spoke again, his voice low and filled with dark promise. “But don’t worry, honey,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “The idea of sharing you with other daddies doesn’t bother me at all. In fact, it pleases me greatly.”

I whimpered, torn between shame and arousal at his words. Daniel’s thumb circled my clit with exquisite precision, drawing me ever closer to the edge of bliss.

“You see, Amy,” he continued, keeping a smooth, even tone in his voice as with his hand he drove me wild with need, “I can already tell that you’re starting to understand how good it can be to have me as your daddy. Not just here at the Bad Girl Facility, but perhaps even later, as your rehabilitation progresses.”

My breath hitched at his words, a tiny spark of hope blooming in my chest. Could he really mean that? That this… this thing between us might continue beyond the walls of this facility?

“Oh, yes, honey,” Daniel purred, as if reading my thoughts. “The Institute has excellent reintegration programs. And who knows? Maybe a bright, creative girl like you could find herself with a promising future in one of my companies.”

The possibility he dangled before me was intoxicating. A future beyond petty theft and struggle, a chance to use my mind and skills in ways I’d never dared to dream. But before I could fully process the implications, Daniel continued, his words traveling in a very different direction.

“But right now I want you to think about what it will be like when several men fuck you at the same time.”

Daniel’s fingers became more forceful, thrusting deep inside me as he painted a vivid picture with his words. “Close your eyes, honey,” he murmured. “Imagine yourself in the training room. Three daddies have brought you there…”

As his skilled digits worked their magic between my legs, the fantasy unfolded in my mind’s eye.

I saw myself, naked and trembling, as three imposing men led me into the familiar space of the training room. Their faces were blurred, indistinct, but their bodies were unmistakable—broad shoulders, muscular chests, large hands that seemed capable of both tenderness and cruelty.

In my mind’s eye, I watched as they guided me to a padded bench in the center of the room. Strong hands gripped my arms, positioning me face down on the cool leather. I felt utterly dominated, my ass still sore from earlier paddling and fucking.

“That’s it,” one of the men said, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “Spread those legs nice and wide for us.”

Gentle yet insistent hands pushed my thighs apart, leaving me completely open to their gaze. I whimpered, burying my face in the padding of the bench as I felt their eyes roaming over my exposed flesh.

“Look at how wet she is already,” another voice commented, a hint of amusement in his tone. “Such an eager little slut.”

In my mind, I felt strong hands grip my hips, lifting them slightly. The head of a thick cock pressed against my still-tender asshole, and I whimpered as it breached me once again. The stretch burned, a reminder of my earlier punishment, but my body yielded more easily this time.

“That’s it, you little anal slut,” one of the men growled. “Take that cock in your ass like a good girl.”

As he began to thrust, I felt another presence in front of me. Rough fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head up. I found myself face to face with another impressive erection, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

“Open wide, whore,” the man commanded. “Show us how well you can use that pretty mouth of yours.”

I parted my lips obediently, and he wasted no time in shoving his length down my throat. I gagged slightly, tears springing to my eyes as I struggled to accommodate him.

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