Page 50 of A Bad Girl's Needs

Suddenly, Daddy Daniel’s deep voice cut through the haze, anchoring me back to reality.

“Gentlemen,” he addressed the three daddies using my mouth, “how does our little fuck toy’s mouth feel? Is she serving you well?”

Daddy Victor withdrew his cock from my lips with a wet pop, his hand still tangled in my hair. “She’s learned quickly,” he replied, his voice husky with arousal. “Her tongue has gotten quite talented.”

Kwame nodded in agreement, his dark eyes gleaming. “Indeed. She’s taking our cocks deeper each time. A fast learner, this one.”

“Excellent,” Daddy Daniel said, a note of pride in his voice. “I suppose she’s earned a little reward for her efforts.” He paused, and I could almost feel the weight of his gaze on my exposed body. “Reggie, Lawrence, Tom—why don’t you come evaluate Amy’s pussy for me? I’d like to know how she feels wrapped around a cock.”

My heart raced at his words, a fresh wave of arousal washing over me. I felt hands on my hips, repositioning me slightly on the spanking bench. The cool air on my wet pussy lips made me shiver with anticipation.

Daddy Reggie was the first to step up behind me. I felt the rounded head of his cock pressing against my entrance, teasing me. With one smooth thrust, he buried himself completely inside me, until I felt his lap against my paddled ass. I gasped at the sudden fullness, the way my inner walls had to stretch to accommodate his impressive girth.

“Fuck,” Daddy Reggie groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. “She’s tight as a vise, Daniel. And so wet.”

He began to move, setting a steady rhythm that had me moaning around Victor’s cock, which had found its way back into my mouth. The dual sensations of being filled at both ends sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

After what felt like both an eternity and no time at all, Reggie pulled out, making way for Daddy Larry. His cock seemed like the longest yet, seeming to reach impossible depths inside me. He angled his hips, hitting a spot that made me moan deep in my chest.

“She’s needy, isn’t she?” Daddy Lawrence commented, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Every thrust makes her clench around me. You’ve got yourself an eager little slut here, Daniel.”

Daddy Tom was the last to take his turn, his cock thick enough to stretch me to what felt like my limit. He set a punishing pace from the start, his balls slapping against my clit with each thrust. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the air, mingling with my muffled gasps and moans.

“You’re a lucky man,” Daddy Tom told Daddy Daniel, his voice audibly husky with the pleasure my pussy gave him. “You get to fuck this cunt whenever you like.”

As a whole-body blush of mingled pride and shame suffused my limbs, Daddy Daniel only added to the degradation.

“Lucky, yes—and a good deal poorer.”

All the other daddies laughed, and I had a pure bad-girl moment: my special daddy hadboughtme. I was… a whore… a fuck toy… a bad, bad girl who had gotten what she had earned—sold off to a billionaire for a lot of money, though I could tell from the laughter that Daddy Daniel had enough wealth to buy as many bad girls as he chose.

And he choseme.The idea brought a sob to my chest, and it emerged around Daddy Kwame’s huge, dark-skinned cock as he used me forcefully at my special daddy’s invitation.

Over and over, I felt myself approaching the precipice of orgasm, my body trembling with need. Each time, just as I teetered on the edge, Daddy Daniel’s voice would cut through the haze of pleasure.

“Slow down,” he’d command, his tone impossibly firm. “My little slut is getting too close.”

The daddy currently using me would obey instantly, his thrusts becoming agonizingly slow and shallow. I’d whimper in frustration, my hips bucking uselessly against the restraints as I sought the friction I so desperately craved.

Then, just as my arousal began to ebb, Daddy Daniel would give the order to resume. “Fuck her hard now. Show her what a bad girl she is.”

The sudden increase in pace and intensity would send shockwaves of pleasure through my body, building me up once again toward that tantalizing peak. But I knew, with a mixture of despair and perverse excitement, that I wouldn’t be allowed to reach it.

This torturous cycle repeated itself countless times. My sense of time remained terribly elusive; my awareness consisted only of the relentless ebb and flow of pleasure. Sensations coursed through my body—the stretch and fullness as each daddy used me, the ache in my jaw as I struggled to accommodate their impressive girths, the lingering sting of the paddle on my upturned bottom.

At some point, I became aware that the daddies had switched positions. The cocks that had been fucking my pussy now sought entrance to my mouth, while those that had used my throat now lined up behind me. The taste of my own arousal on their shafts was a heady reminder of my own desperate need.

Daddy Lawrence’s cock slid past my swollen lips, the taste of my pussy mingling with his musky flavor. I moaned around him, mytongue eagerly lapping at his length, chasing the taste of my own desire.

Behind me, I felt Daddy Victor’s thick shaft pressing against the now-sore entrance to my sopping vagina. He drove into me in one smooth thrust, bottoming out inside me. The fullness was almost overwhelming, my sensitized nerves singing with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort.

“Fuck, Daniel,” Daddy Victor groaned. “She’s even tighter now. And so wet. Your little slut is loving this, isn’t she?”

I whimpered in agreement, the sound muffled by the cock in my mouth. Yes, I was loving it. Despite the soreness setting in, despite the frustration of being denied release over and over, I wanted more. Needed more.

The other daddies took their turns, each commenting on how responsive I was, how eagerly my body welcomed them. Their words of praise and degradation blended together, washing over me in waves that only heightened my arousal.

As Daddy Kwame’s long, slender cock reached depths inside me that made me see stars, and Daddy Tom’s thick shaft opened me until I screamed around Daddy Reggie’s salty shaft moving between my lips, Daddy Daniel’s commanding voice suddenly cut through the haze of pleasure and pain that had enveloped me.

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