Page 52 of A Bad Girl's Needs

His words were like a key unlocking a floodgate. The orgasm crashed over me with breathtaking intensity, my vision going white as waves of pleasure radiated out from my core. I screamed, the sound primal and unrestrained, as my body convulsed around the two massive cocks inside me.

Through the haze of my climax, I was vaguely aware of movement around me. Suddenly, Daddy Tom’s thick shaft was pressing against my lips, demanding entrance. I opened my mouth eagerly, moaning around his rigid penis as he began to fuck my face with long, deep strokes.

My world narrowed again, to the cocks filling me, using me, claiming every part of me. As one daddy finished, another would take his place. My pussy, ass, and mouth were in constant use, my body nothing more than a vessel for their pleasure.

I came again and again, each climax blending into the next until I seemed to exist in a state of perpetual ecstasy. My throat was raw from screaming, my jaw ached, and my intimate places burned with the sweetest soreness, but still I craved more.

Throughout it all, I remained acutely aware of Daddy Daniel’s presence. Even as I lost track of which daddy was using which part of me, I could feel the weight of his cool blue gaze. His eyes never left me, watching intently as I was used and filled over and over again.

I couldn’t tell how long it lasted. Minutes, hours, an eternity—time had lost its meaning what felt like an eon ago. I existed only in the moment, a creature of pure sensation and submission.

My special daddy stood before me, his muscular form silhouetted against the warm glow of the chandeliers. His eyes burned with an intensity that made me shiver, even as the other daddies continued to use my body. I could feel his gaze on me, assessing, approving, possessing.

As Daddy Reggie’s enormous cock pounded into my ass, stretching me wide, I watched Daddy Daniel’s hand move to his own impressive shaft. He began to stroke himself slowly, his fingers tracing the length of his rigid member. The sight made my mouth water with need.

One by one, the daddies found their release deep inside my bottom. Each climax filled me with a perverse sense of pride and accomplishment. Daddy Kwame was first, his long cock pulsingas he emptied himself into me with a low groan. He withdrew slowly, giving my sore ass a firm slap before returning to his chair.

Daddy Tom followed soon after, his thick shaft stretching my rim almost painfully as he thrust deep one final time. I felt the warm rush of his seed joining Daddy Kwame’s inside me. He too gave me a playful swat before taking his seat.

Lawrence, William, and Reggie took their turns, each leaving me feeling more thoroughly used and claimed than the last. By the time Daddy Reggie finished, I could feel their combined essence leaking from my abused hole, trickling down my thighs.

Finally, only Daddy Victor remained, his powerful body pressed against my back as he fucked me with long, measured strokes. In front of me, Daddy Daniel continued to watch, his hand moving faster on his own cock now.

I whimpered softly, my eyes locked on the hypnotic motion of Daddy Daniel’s fingers. “Please, Daddy,” I begged, my voice hoarse from screaming. “Please let me taste you. Let me kiss your beautiful cock.”

A small smile played at the corners of Daddy Daniel’s mouth. He took a step closer, close enough that I could smell his masculine scent. “You want to taste Daddy’s cock, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

“Yes, please,” I gasped, as Daddy Victor’s thrusts became more erratic behind me. “Please, Daddy. I need it.”

Daddy Daniel’s smile widened. He moved even closer, until the tip of his cock was mere inches from my face. “Go ahead then,” he said softly. “Show Daddy how much you love his cock.”

With trembling lips, I leaned forward, pressing a reverent kiss to the tip of Daddy Daniel’s magnificent cock. The salty taste of his pre-cum coated my tongue as I lavished attention on his shaft, peppering it with soft kisses and gentle licks. I worked my way down to his heavy balls, nuzzling against them and inhaling his musky scent.

Behind me, Daddy Victor’s rhythm faltered. His grip on my hips tightened as he thrust deep one final time, his cock pulsing as he added his seed to the mix already filling my ass. The feeling of his warm essence flooding my insides somehow triggered another orgasm, my body shuddering with pleasure.

As waves of ecstasy washed over me, I redoubled my efforts on Daddy Daniel’s cock. I traced the prominent vein on the underside with my tongue, reveling in the way it twitched against my lips. My special daddy’s hand came to rest on the back of my head, guiding me gently as I worshipped his manhood.

Distantly, I was aware of movement around us. The other daddies were rising from their seats, murmuring words of thanks and appreciation to Daddy Daniel.

“Quite a show, Daniel,” Daddy Kwame’s deep voice rumbled. “Your little fuck toy is truly something special.”

“Indeed,” Daddy Reggie agreed. “You’re a lucky man. She takes cock like she was born for it.”

Their words barely registered as I continued to lavish attention on Daddy Daniel’s rock-hard shaft. My world had narrowed to the taste of him on my tongue, the feeling of his fingers tangled in my hair, the scent of his arousal filling my nostrils.

After what felt like both an eternity and no time at all, Daddy Daniel gently pulled me away from his cock. His eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of pride and possessiveness that made my heart swell.

“That’s enough for now, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “It’s time to get you cleaned up and into bed.”

Before I could respond, Daddy Daniel bent down and scooped me into his arms. I let out a small gasp of surprise as he lifted me effortlessly, cradling me against his broad chest. My body felt boneless, utterly spent from hours of intense use.

As Daddy Daniel carried me out of the Hall of Pleasure, I caught glimpses of the other daddies gathering their robes and preparing to leave. Miss Frieda stood by the door, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she watched us pass.

Daddy Daniel carried me through the ornate hallways of the guesthouse, my body cradled against his muscular chest. The warmth of his skin and the steady beat of his heart lulled me into a dreamy haze. My limbs felt heavy, my mind foggy from exhaustion and lingering pleasure.

We entered his private suite, a spacious room decorated in rich shades of navy and gold. Daddy Daniel gently lowered me onto the cool granite of the bathroom counter, supporting me as I swayed unsteadily.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, little one,” he murmured, his voice tender.

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