Page 26 of A Bad Girl's Needs

Daddy Daniel’s large hand came to rest on my inner thigh, so close to where I ached to be touched. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my sensitive skin, inching ever closer to my exposed sex. I couldn’t suppress a needy moan as his thumb finally brushed against my outer lips, parting them gently.

“My, my,” he murmured, his blue eyes darkening with desire as he gazed down at me. “Look at that.”

I shuddered and moaned as Daddy Daniel’s fingers explored my pussy. His touch was gentle yet insistent, parting my slick folds and teasing my sensitive flesh. I felt utterly open and available as he inspected me, his assessing gaze taking in every detail of my aroused sex.

“Such a pretty little pussy,” Daddy Daniel mused, his voice low and husky. “So wet and ready. Your body knows what it needs, even if your mind is still resisting.”

His skilled fingers found my clit, circling the sensitive bud with exquisite precision. I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily as pleasure coursed through me. The movement sent a fresh jolt of pain through my bottom, creating a confusing mix of sensations that left me dizzy and breathless.

“Remember what I told you earlier, Amy?” Daddy Daniel asked, his fingers never ceasing their torturous exploration. “About your need to be fucked by many men?”

I whimpered, unable to form words as he continued to stroke and tease my aching sex. The shame of my body’s eager response warred with the undeniable pleasure building within me.

“I want to hear you say it,” Daddy Daniel commanded, his voice stern. “Tell me what you need.”

I bit my lip, tears of humiliation pricking at the corners of my eyes. But I couldn’t deny the truth of my arousal, couldn’t pretend that it didn’t have a great deal to do with Daddy Otto, seated in his throne, using my fellow bad girl the way a rich man uses a naughty slut.

As Daddy Daniel’s fingers continued their exquisite torture between my legs, I struggled to find my voice. The shame of whathe was asking me to admit warred with the undeniable arousal coursing through my body.

“I… I need…” I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Say it,” Daddy Daniel commanded, his thumb pressing firmly against my clit. “Tell me what you need, Amy.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to meet the intensity of his gaze as the words tumbled from my lips. “I need… I need to be fucked by… by many… men,” I confessed, my cheeks burning with humiliation.

A deep chuckle rumbled from across the room. “Well, well,” Daddy Otto’s voice carried over, thick with amusement and arousal. “It seems our little Amy has quite the appetite.”

I turned my head to see Daddy Otto lifting Jenna’s face from his lap, his hand tangled in her blonde hair. His gray eyes locked onto mine, a predatory glint in their depths.

“You know,” he mused, his gaze raking over my exposed form, “I have an idea that might satisfy everyone’s needs.” He turned to Daddy Daniel, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “What do you say we have these two bad girls sixty-nine on the bench while we fuck them?”

My breath caught in my throat at the suggestion, a fresh wave of helpless arousal flooding my already soaking pussy.

Daniel’s fingers stilled between my legs, denying me the friction I so desperately craved. His gaze bored into mine, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“What do you think of Daddy Otto’s idea, Amy?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. “Does the thought of Jenna’s pretty little mouth on your pussy excite you?”

I whimpered, unable to form words as conflicting emotions warred within me. The idea was so shameful, so degrading… and yet I couldn’t deny the jolt of arousal that shot through me at the mere suggestion.

“Answer me, bad girl,” Daniel commanded, his thumb pressing firmly against my clit. The sudden pressure made me gasp, my hips jerking involuntarily.

“I… I…” I stammered, my cheeks burning with humiliation.

“The truth, Amy,” Daniel growled. “Your body can’t lie, even if you try to.”

As if to prove his point, he slid two fingers deep inside me, curling them to stroke that spot that made me see stars. I cried out, my inner walls clenching around the welcome intrusion.

“It… it turns me on,” I finally confessed, my voice barely above a whisper.

CHAPTER 13

Daniel

Otto’s idea aroused me, I had to admit—how could it not? I watched with interest as he lifted Jenna’s face from his cock. Her lips were swollen and glistening with saliva, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. Otto’s hand remained tangled in her blonde hair, holding her in place as he gazed down at her with predatory intensity.

“Tell me, Jenna,” Otto purred, his voice low and smooth as silk. “Have you ever kissed another girl’s cunt?”

Jenna’s eyes widened, her blush deepening as she stammered out a response. “N-no, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “I’ve never… I mean, I haven’t…”

---