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“Fuck, her mouth feels amazing,” he groaned, his hips starting to move. “Miss Frieda’s trained this one well.”

The third man positioned himself beneath me, his cock sliding easily into my dripping pussy. I moaned around the shaft in my mouth as he filled me completely, stretching me in ways I’d never experienced before.

“Listen to those muffled little whimpers,” one of them chuckled. “Our little fuck toy loves being stuffed full of cock.”

As the fantasy continued to unfold in my mind, the sensations in my body intensified. The three imaginary cocks pounding into me seemed to merge with the exquisite movements of Daniel’s fingers, creating a symphony of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me.

In my mind’s eye, I saw myself impaled on three enormous shafts, my body bouncing between the men as they used me for their pleasure. Their grunts and groans filled my ears, mingling with my own muffled cries of ecstasy.

“Look at her take it,” one of them growled. “Such a good little fuck toy.”

“Her cunt is so tight,” another moaned. “Feels like it’s trying to milk the cum right out of me.”

The third man, the one fucking my mouth, tangled his fingers in my hair and yanked my head back. “You love this, don’t you, whore? Being stuffed full of cock in all your holes?”

I whimpered around the thick shaft stretching my lips, unable to deny the truth in his words. My body sang with pleasure, every nerve ending on fire as the men pounded into me relentlessly.

As the fantasy spun onward, Daniel’s fingers in my pussy became more and more forceful. His thumb circled my clit with increasing urgency, drawing me closer and closer to the edge.

“That’s it, honey,” he murmured in my ear, his voice low and husky. “Let go for me. Right now. Come for Daddy.”

The fantasy and reality merged into an overwhelming crescendo of sensation. Daniel’s fingers pistoned in and out of my soaking pussy, his thumb applying exquisite pressure to my throbbing clit.

In my mind, the three faceless men pounded into me with increasing urgency, their grunts and groans filling my ears.

“Come for us, you dirty little slut,” one of them growled.

“That’s it, make our cocks feel good, the way a good girl should,” another groaned.

The third yanked my head back, forcing his cock deeper down my throat. “Swallow it all, whore,” he snarled.

My body trembled on the edge of release, every muscle coiled tight with anticipation. Daniel’s skilled fingers found that perfectspot inside me, stroking it relentlessly as his thumb circled my clit with precise, maddening pressure.

“Let go, Amy,” Daniel’s voice cut through the haze of fantasy, low and commanding in my ear. “Come for Daddy. Now.”

The dam broke. Pleasure exploded through me with the force of a supernova, radiating outward from my core in pulsing waves of ecstasy. My back arched, pressing my breasts against Daniel’s broad chest as my pussy clenched rhythmically around his fingers.

A scream tore from my throat, raw and primal. Tears streamed down my face as the intensity of my orgasm threatened to overwhelm me completely.

“Oh… oh… God… oh… Daddy,” I sobbed. “Please… please…”

“Shh, honey,” Daddy Daniel murmured as his fingers teased out the remnants of ecstasy from my suddenly much-too-sensitive furrow. “Shh.”

CHAPTER 10

Daniel

I had come to the Institute half-knowing what would happen. What I had seen in Amy’s face on the livestream from her ‘final exam’ had felt dangerous even at the time—knowing as I had, anyway, that I could hop on my plane and be fucking her in a matter of hours, pretty much anytime I wanted. The combination of that troubled look as she experienced the delights of a daddy’s huge, pounding cock with the irresistible curves of her nubile body…

Dangerous.

Dangerous, then. Even more dangerous, now.

I walked down the gravel path across the perfectly manicured lawn, from the Bad Girl Facility to the guesthouse, deep in reflection. Frankly, at this point, a word likeincendiarymight apply better.

The danger had come to pass, or something like that. I’d managed to lose my heart to a girl I knew, in my head, I wassupposed to look at as nothing more than an occasional fuck toy. The kind of girl whose ass you fuck up against the cell block wall, while her fellow inmates look on.

Well, that part at least had proven true, I guessed. What I hadn’t anticipated was how it felt afterward; how very urgent my need to hold her, and make her come again, in my lap, had felt.

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