Page 29 of A Bad Girl's Needs

Even as I focused on pleasuring Daddy Daniel, I couldn’t ignore the exquisite sensations emanating from between my legs. Daddy Otto’s relentless pounding sent waves of ecstasy radiating through my core. His massive cock stretched me deliciously, filling me so completely that I felt I might burst from the intensity of it all. The lewd, wet sounds of our coupling echoed through the room, a primal symphony of flesh meeting flesh.

The dual assault on my senses was overwhelming. I felt split in two, caught between the tender affection I felt for Daddy Daniel and the raw, animalistic pleasure Daddy Otto was drawing from my body. My mind reeled as I tried to reconcile these seemingly opposite poles.

Daddy Daniel’s hardness drove in and out of my mouth. Daddy Otto pounded relentlessly into my aching pussy. I suddenly became aware of a new sound cutting through the lewd sounds of sex, an even more arousing one. Jenna’s desperate whimpers of need reached my ears, the plaintive noises sending a fresh jolt of arousal straight to my core.

I turned my eyes to the side, careful not to dislodge Daddy Daniel’s thick shaft from between my lips. Jenna knelt beside the bench, her emerald teddy askew and her blonde hair wild around her flushed face. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides, her entire body trembling with the effort of restraining herself. As I watched, she rocked her hips slightly, seeking friction that wasn’t there.

The sight of her desperation, coupled with her needy whimpers, pushed me to the very edge of orgasm. My pussy clenched around Daddy Otto’s pistoning cock, waves of pleasure threatening to crest and overwhelm me. I screwed my eyes shut, fighting against the tide of ecstasy with every ounce of willpower I possessed.

I couldn’t come. Not without permission. Not until I was told.

If I’m told.

The effort of holding back my release was monumental. Every nerve ending in my body screamed for relief, begging me to let go and succumb to the pleasure. My muscles tensed, my toes curled as I fought against the mounting pressure. The dual sensations of Daddy Daniel’s cock sliding in and out of my mouth and Daddy Otto’s relentless pounding of my pussy threatened to push me over the edge at any moment.

As I struggled to maintain control, I felt a strange shift in my consciousness. It was as if I were floating above my body, observing the scene from a distance. The ornate ceiling of the Hall of Pleasure seemed to dissolve, replaced by an endless expanse of stars. I felt myself drifting upward, my awareness expanding outward into what felt like the vast, open cosmos.

Colors swirled around me—deep purples, vibrant blues, and shimmering golds. They pulsed and flowed in time with the rhythm of the cocks moving inside me. Each thrust sent ripples of sensation through this cosmic landscape, like waves on an infinite ocean of pleasure.

I could still feel every exquisite detail of what was happening to my physical body—the stretch of my lips around Daddy Daniel’s thick shaft, the delicious friction of Daddy Otto’s cock dragging along my inner walls, the cool leather of the bench against my overheated skin. But at the same time, I was floating free, untethered from earthly concerns.

In this expanded state of consciousness, I felt a profound sense of connection to everything around me. The boundaries between my body and the universe seemed to blur and fade. Each burst of pleasure radiated outward, merging with the very fabric of existence.

As if from somewhere very far away, I heard Daddy Daniel speak, his voice seeming to drift through the ether.

“She’s a good little slut, isn’t she?”

The crudeness of his statement, far from pulling me out of my transcendent state, only seemed to emphasize the wonder of it all. I felt the vibrations of his words ripple through the swirling colors surrounding me, each syllable a burst of golden light against the infinite backdrop of stars.

Daddy Otto’s deep rumble of agreement sent shockwaves through my expanded consciousness. “Indeed she is. Such an eager little fuck toy.”

Their obscene dialogue, so at odds with the ethereal beauty of my cosmic experience, created a delicious tension that onlyheightened my awareness. I marveled at how something so base and primal could coexist with this profound sense of universal connection.

“Come for us, slut,” Daddy Otto commanded, his voice a thunderous boom that echoed through the vastness of space.

The order reverberated through every atom of my being. I felt myself teetering on the edge of a cosmic abyss, suspended over the precipice of what promised to be the most intense orgasm of my life. The universe seemed to hold its breath, countless stars pulsing in anticipation of my release.

Just as I was about to plummet into that infinite chasm of pleasure, I heard Jenna’s desperate whisper cut through the cosmic silence:

“Please… please, Daddies… please whip me.”

Those words shattered my transcendent state, pulling me back into my body with dizzying speed. The universe contracted, stars and swirling colors collapsing into the ornate ceiling of the Hall of Pleasure. But rather than diminishing my experience, Jenna’s plea ignited something primal within me.

She needed whipping… I needed whipping.

Daniel needed some… some ofme… I neededhim… and I needed Daddy Otto… and Mr. Samuel… and…

My orgasm crashed over me like a supernova, radiating outward from my core in pulsing waves of ecstasy. Every nerve ending in my body sang with pleasure as I clenched rhythmically around Daddy Otto’s thick shaft. My back arched off the bench, pressing my breasts against his broad chest as I screamed my release around Daddy Daniel’s cock.

The intensity of my climax seemed to trigger something in both men. Daddy Otto’s hips stuttered, his rhythm faltering as he drove himself deep inside me one final time. I felt the hot splash of his seed painting my inner walls, prolonging my own orgasm. Simultaneously, Daddy Daniel groaned deeply, his fingers tightening in my hair as he emptied himself down my eagerly swallowing throat.

As the aftershocks of my intense climax faded, I became aware of hands lifting me, moving me. My body felt boneless, completely pliant as Daddy Daniel and Daddy Otto maneuvered my body.

I felt dizzy and disoriented as Daddy Daniel and Daddy Otto lifted me to my feet. My legs trembled, barely able to support my weight after the intense orgasm that had just rocked my world. The room seemed to spin around me, the decorations blurring into a kaleidoscope of colors.

“Stand up straight, Amy,” Daddy Daniel commanded, his firm grip on my arm keeping me upright. “We’re not done with you yet.”

I watched through hazy eyes as Daddy Otto guided Jenna to the bench I had just vacated. Her teddy clung to her curves, darkened with sweat in places. Her blonde hair was tousled, her cheeks flushed a deep pink. As she lay back on the cool leather, I could see the mixture of fear and anticipation in her wide eyes.

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