Page 31 of A Bad Girl's Needs

Daddy Otto continued to pound my fellow bad girl’s ass relentlessly. I felt myself getting lightheaded from the intensity of it all. The sight before me was so obscene, so utterly degrading, that I could barely process it. Jenna’s pale skin glistened with sweat, her body trembling as she took Daddy Otto’s massive cock in her tight rear channel. Her face was a mask of conflicted pleasure—pain and ecstasy warring for dominance in her expression.

Daddy Daniel’s thrusts into my dripping pussy grew more forceful, his thick shaft hitting spots deep inside me that made my vision blur. I could feel another orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to crash over me at any moment. But I held back, not daring to come without explicit permission.

“That’s it, Jenna,” Daddy Otto growled, his hips snapping forward with bruising force. “Take it all like a good little anal slut. Your tight ass feels so fucking good around my cock.”

Jenna whimpered, her back arching off the bench. “Thank you, Daddy,” she gasped out between thrusts. “Thank you for… for using my ass…”

I watched in awe as Daddy Otto’s pace increased, his movements becoming more erratic. “Such a good girl,” he panted. “Such a good little ass-fuck. I’m going to fill this tight hole with my cum.”

Those words sent a jolt of arousal through me. Daddy Daniel’s hand gripped the back of my neck, pushing me down toward Jenna’s exposed sex. My cheeks burned with shame, but I couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through me at his commanding touch.

“Kiss her clit, Amy,” Daddy Daniel growled, his voice low and dangerous in my ear. “Reward this good little anal slut for pleasing Daddy Otto so well.”

I whimpered softly as I bent forward, bringing my face level with Jenna’s glistening pussy. The musky scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, making my head spin. I could see every detail of her intimate flesh—the swollen, pink folds glistening with moisture, the hard little nub of her clit peeking out from its hood.

My lips trembled as I leaned in, placing a soft, tentative kiss on Jenna’s sensitive bundle of nerves. She gasped at the contact, her hips jerking involuntarily. The movement caused Daddy Otto’s cock to shift inside her ass, eliciting a low moan from both of them.

Encouraged by their reactions, I grew bolder. I flicked my tongue out, lapping gently at Jenna’s clit. The taste of her arousal bloomed across my taste buds—tangy and sweet and utterly intoxicating.

I moaned against her flesh, the vibrations making her shudder with need. The lewd, shameful sight of Daddy Otto’s rigid penis thrusting in and out of Jenna’s tiny bottom hole made me clench around Daddy Daniel’s own huge cock.

As I licked and sucked at Jenna’s clit, I felt the tension in her body building. Her thighs trembled on either side of my head, her hips rocking against my face as she chased her release. Behind me, Daddy Daniel’s thrusts became more erratic, his grip on my hips tightening to the point of bruising.

“That’s it, you dirty little sluts,” Daddy Otto growled, his voice strained with impending orgasm. “Come for us. Come all over our cocks like the naughty whores you are.”

Those filthy words sent a jolt of electricity through my core. I redoubled my efforts on Jenna’s clit, circling the sensitive bud with my tongue before sucking it between my lips. She cried out, her back arching off the bench as her climax hit her like a tidal wave.

The sight and sound of Jenna’s intense orgasm pushed Daddy Otto over the edge. He roared his release, his hips slamming forward one final time as he emptied himself deep in her ass. The obscene sight before me, combined with Daddy Daniel’s relentless pounding of my pussy, sent me spiraling into my own earth-shattering climax.

My vision blurred, the edges of the room seeming to dissolve into a haze of white light. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to explode with pleasure and I flew again out into space, the cosmos of my submissive self familiar to me now, welcoming me to the stars.

As the waves of ecstasy finally began to recede, I felt myself drifting back into my body. My limbs felt heavy, my skin tingling with residual pleasure. I was vaguely aware of Daddy Daniel’s softening cock slipping from my well-used pussy, a trickle of his seed following in its wake. Beside me, Jenna lay sprawled on the bench, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Daddy Otto’s imposing form loomed over her, his large hands caressing her trembling thighs.

The room seemed hazy, the ornate decorations blurring at the edges of my vision. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the heady aroma making my head spin. I felt utterly spent, certain that I couldn’t possibly experience another ounce of pleasure or shame.

But then the heavy double doors of the Hall of Pleasure swung open, and three new figures strode in. Their tailored suits and confident gaits immediately marked them as daddies, and I felt a flutter of nervous anticipation in my stomach.

“Well, well,” the tallest of the three chuckled, his eyes roving over the debauched scene before him. “Looks like we missed quite the party.”

“Indeed,” another agreed, his voice smooth as silk. “But I dare say we had our own fun in the cell block, didn’t we, gentlemen?”

I listened with a mixture of horror and shameful arousal as the three new daddies approached, discussing their exploits in the cell block. Their voices carried easily across the room, each crude detail making my cheeks burn and my recently used pussy clench with unwelcome need.

“Daniel O’Hara, you dirty dog,” the tallest one said. “And is that Otto Blankenship? Good to see you fellas!”

“Victor Langley,” Daddy Daniel replied. “Good to see you, too.”

“Victor,” Daddy Otto rumbled. “Reggie… Lawrence. Glad you’re here to share the fun.”

“You inspected the girls this morning, I guess?” Victor asked. “And you fucked that sweet little Zoe’s ass, I heard? You should have seen little Megan’s face when we told her all three of us were going to use that tight rear end of hers. Her eyes got as big as saucers.”

“Not as big as her asshole by the time we were done with her,” Reggie, a stocky man with salt-and-pepper hair, added with a smirk. “I swear, I thought she was going to come so hard she passed out when Lawrence here shoved his monster cock in there.”

I whimpered softly, unable to stop the vivid image from forming in my mind. Poor Megan, I thought, even as another surge of arousal coursed through me. The idea of all three men using her ass one after the other was both terrifying and wildly exciting.

“We made sure to warm her up properly first, of course,” Lawrence, a distinguished-looking older gentleman, said casually. “Thirty with the paddle, then twenty with the cane. Her bottom was a lovely shade of crimson by the time we bent her over the fucking bench.”

“Mmmm,” Daddy Daniel hummed appreciatively beside me. “Sounds like a good time.”

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