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I cried out as I felt his lap start to press against my whipped bottom cheeks. I felt my face, held up against Daddy Jacob’s musky balls, become a mask of woe at the terrible discomfort of having my tiniest opening so over-full.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Daddy Phil murmured, bending over to speak into my ear. “Daddy’s going to come in your ass so soon.”

CHAPTER16

Marianne

I felt Daddy Phil’s cock get even harder, and I sobbed into Daddy Jacob’s warm, fragrant lap at the hard thrusting my blue-eyed daddy clearly enjoyed so much, inside my little hole. My face got hot, and my ignored, desperately needy pussy clenched as I realized that I could already tell when my daddies were about to come from the way their penises felt inside me.

The hands around my waist gripped even tighter, and I heard Daddy Phil let out a grunt of pleasure. A split second later, I felt his hardness pulse and I knew his cock must be shooting my bottom full of his warm seed.

“That good, huh?” Daddy Jacob asked with a chuckle in his voice, making me blush even more fiercely. I kissed and kissed the warm, tightly drawn-up pouch where my brown-eyed daddy kept his own semen, as if it were a precious gift he might bestow on me—as if I meant to beg him to come in my ass, too.

“Uh-huh,” Daddy Phil replied, his voice still thick with his enjoyment. He had his cock all the way inside my bottom, my whipped cheeks resting on his muscular upper thighs. I let out a pitiful cry at the fullness and the openness he had enforced on my most private place. The cry got louder as Daddy Phil pressed himself even further in for a moment, and then started to pull his erection from my newly-deflowered anus. My noises quieted to tiny whimpers of discomfort as my daddy’s manhood withdrew, leaving my bottom feeling strange and empty. “Your turn, big guy.”

“I’m going to take her to the break room,” Daddy Jacob said. “I want to put her on the table the way Ned and Paul do with Ashley. If you start dinner, Marianne and I will do the dishes.”

The floating feeling grew very strong as I listened to them talk about me like the sex toy I had so clearly become—though a kind of sex toy, it seemed, who could be made to do the dishes. I heard Daddy Phil laugh, and it seemed to come from miles away. Daddy Jacob had started to stroke his cock slowly, and his hand held me close into his musky lap. His hips moved gently, almost idly, rubbing his manly private places against my face as if it felt pleasant to do that, to degrade his fuck toy that way.

My bottom felt so odd, with its cheeks closed, that I couldn’t keep repeating in my mind, my pussy responding wantonly to the words,She just got her ass fucked… She just got her ass fucked.Daddy Phil rubbed my right cheek slowly and gently, as if he meant to remind me of the fact—as if he wanted to make certain I would never forget that I had become a bad girl who took it in the ass.

“Sure,” my blue-eyed daddy said, after a moment. “You want her to yourself.”

Daddy Jacob’s laugh boomed out, shaking his whole body and sending an electric quiver through me.

“Do you blame me? You got the ass first—let me have my fun.”

“Oh, God,” I whispered, not sure even whose voice I heard the words spoken in, but certain that the enormous men amusing themselves over the fate of the anus of the girl atop the desk couldn’t hear me.

Daddy Jacob did, though. He took a step back so he could tilt my face up to look into his. I licked my oddly numb lips as the air cooled my cheeks and chin and forehead. I could tell that I must have a sheen of my daddy’s private muskiness all over, and it brought another wave of crimson, this one to the roots of my hair as I gazed up at his gorgeous, bearded face.

“I know it’s hard, honey,” he said. The left side of his mouth went up in a half smile as he realized the joke he’d just made and glanced down at the enormous hardness he held in his hand. Daddy Phil guffawed behind me, but Daddy Jacob’s intent face immediately returned, and I knew he meant to respond to my anxiousOh, Godseriously, and with care.

“I know it’s difficult,” he started again, his smile flashing for just an instant—a full one this time, making my chest warm in that way I couldn’t seem to get a handle on despite its craziness and its unwelcomeness. “But it will be easier the more you trust your daddies.”

I bit my lip and swallowed hard, my forehead creasing. I gave a tiny nod, and the little girl voice came out of my mouth so naturally that it took me a moment to realize I had used it.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“If you’re a good girl for me in the break room,” Daddy Jacob continued, his eyes suddenly taking on the dangerous, hungry look they got sometimes, “I’ll make you come tomorrow.”

It felt like such a terrible punishment on its own, the idea of having to wait until tomorrow to release the terrible yearning for wanton pleasure my daddies had awakened in me, that I let out a pitiful, wrenching sob. Tears sprang to my eyes. Rather than begging to be spared the terrible ordeal of my daddy’s massive cock in my anus so soon after my other daddy had fucked me hard there, for my very first time… rather than trying to get out of the terrifying trip to the break room to be put on the table like the more experienced Ashley, whatever being put on the table meant… all I could think of beseeching my daddy for was one of the orgasms he apparently gave out only to obedient little ladies, and to have it right now rather than having to wait for tomorrow.

“Please… Daddy… please…” I pleaded. “Please… tonight? I’ll be… I’ll…”

The rational part of me, the part that seemed from time to time to be able actually to defy this daddy bullshit, reeled at what I had come to the edge of saying. I had almost said that I would be good for Daddy Jacob—had almost committed myself to taking him in my bottom humbly and gratefully, biting my lip to keep from screaming at the discomfort, if only he would let me climax.

In his dark eyes I saw that he had understood the moment completely. His eyes narrowed, and a different kind of smile curved his lips—a smile of recognition.

“That’s why you have to wait, Marianne. Think about it. That’s what you have to learn. Now let’s get going to the break room.”

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The break room might have begun its existence as what I would have recognized as a break room. I saw counters and a sink and cabinets, and an unplugged coffee maker that looked thoroughly disused. The firefighters of this station had clearly started taking a different kind of break since the arrival of Ashley: the room was now dominated by what looked like a massage table, though I could tell immediately that whoever had manufactured it—Selecta, of course, I told myself—had made it with extra strong support.

Thick steel legs supported the padded top: not as thick as Daddy Jacob’s enormous thighs, maybe, but clearly made to support the weight of my daddies, along with me. The table had a bunch of knobs, too, that I felt sure made it adjustable in every imaginable way. Right now, it stood only half a meter from the floor.

I looked back at my brown-eyed daddy as he followed me through the door, then closed it behind him. Every time I saw his naked body, it seemed like the first time: the naughtiness of the sight and the sheer size of his muscled form took my breath away. As he walked, his rigid cock swayed a little, almost as if it had a life of its own, and some sense of where its owner’s fuck toy was. It seemed to point at me, telling me at a deep, bodily level, what my daddy meant to do with my bottom.

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