Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

D aniel

Otto’s idea aroused me, I had to admit—how could it not? I watched with interest as he lifted Jenna’s face from his cock. Her lips were swollen and glistening with saliva, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. Otto’s hand remained tangled in her blonde hair, holding her in place as he gazed down at her with predatory intensity.

“Tell me, Jenna,” Otto purred, his voice low and smooth as silk. “Have you ever kissed another girl’s cunt?”

Jenna’s eyes widened, her blush deepening as she stammered out a response. “N-no, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “I’ve never… I mean, I haven’t…”

I turned my attention back to Amy, still spread out before me on the leather bench. Her chest heaved with each breath, the delicate lace of her burgundy teddy barely containing her ample breasts. I could see the conflict in her eyes, a mixture of shame and undeniable arousal.

“What about you, Amy?” I asked, my fingers still teasing her slick folds. “Have you ever tasted another woman’s pussy?”

Amy’s entire body seemed to flush, the rosy hue spreading from her cheeks down her neck and across her chest. She bit her lip, unable to meet my gaze as she shook her head. “No, Daddy,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “I haven’t.”

Otto chuckled, the sound rich with anticipation. “You girls will learn very quickly,” he rumbled. “You’re very good at being naughty, after all.”

I watched as Otto stood Jenna up and walked her over, on hesitant steps, toward the bench where I had Amy spread wide. Jenna’s emerald teddy clung to her curves, the delicate lace leaving little to the imagination. Her blonde hair fell in tousled waves around her face, still slightly mussed from Otto’s rough treatment of her mouth.

As they approached, I studied Amy’s face intently. Her dark eyes were wide, a mixture of apprehension and undeniable curiosity swirling in their depths. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with each shallow breath, the swell of her breasts straining against the burgundy lace of her teddy. A light sheen of sweat glistened on her skin, highlighting the flush that had spread across her cheeks and down her neck.

I could see just how badly Amy needed to explore her submission. Despite her earlier defiance, there was an unmistakable hunger in her gaze as she watched Jenna’s approach. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, a small, unconscious gesture that spoke volumes about her arousal.

The air in the room felt thick with tension and anticipation. I could almost taste the heady mixture of fear, shame, and desire emanating from both girls. The soft whisper of bare feet in the carpeting and the rustle of lace against skin seemed unnaturally loud in the charged silence.

As Otto guided Jenna to stand beside the bench, I saw Amy’s fingers twitch, as if she longed to reach out and touch the other girl. I searched inside myself, trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions swirling within me.

Did I truly want to be Amy’s daddy, knowing that I wouldn’t be her only one? The Bad Girl program was designed to push these young women to their limits, to explore the depths of their submission. That meant Amy would be used by other daddies, forced to submit to their desires and whims. Could I accept that?

I thought back to my previous experiences with group sex. The thrill of multiple bodies entwined, the heightened arousal that came from watching and being watched. I had always enjoyed those encounters, reveling in the raw sexuality and uninhibited pleasure. But this felt different somehow.

Amy wasn’t just another willing participant in a hedonistic game. There was something about her that called to me on a deeper level. The way her dark eyes flashed with defiance even as her body yielded to my touch. The softness of her skin beneath my fingers, the sweet sounds she made when I brought her pleasure. The vulnerability I glimpsed beneath her tough exterior.

I found myself wanting to protect her, to guide her through this journey of self-discovery. But could I do that while sharing her with others? Could I watch as other men used her body, knowing that a part of her belonged to them as well?

As Otto helped Jenna straddle Amy’s face, I felt a surge of possessive desire course through me. I watched intently as Otto’s large hands gripped Jenna’s hips, guiding her into position. The striking contrast of the emerald lace of her teddy with Amy’s porcelain skin sent a jolt of pure arousal to my cock.

Otto’s fingers hooked into the thin strip of lace covering Jenna’s pussy, pulling it aside to reveal her glistening furrow, the bareness there thrillingly submissive. I could see the moisture gathered in the girl’s tender pink cleft, evidence of her arousal at having her mouth used so forcefully by Otto’s hardness. As he lowered her onto Amy’s waiting mouth, I heard a soft gasp from both girls.

Amy’s eyes widened as Jenna’s sex descended toward her face. I saw a flicker of uncertainty in those dark orbs, quickly replaced by determination. Her pink tongue darted out, tentatively at first, then with growing confidence as she tasted another woman for the first time.

Jenna let out a breathy moan as Amy’s tongue made contact with her needy pussy. Her hips began to move almost of their own accord, grinding down against Amy’s eager mouth. Otto’s hands remained on Jenna’s waist, guiding her movements and keeping her steady.

As I watched this erotic display unfold before me, I felt a deep, primal urge take root within me. The sight of Amy, her face buried between Jenna’s thighs, awakened something fierce and protective in my chest.

I could tell myself at least that I had been her first daddy. I wouldn’t be the last, but that didn’t matter; I would do everything I could to give my bad girl what she needed.

Amy

I whimpered as Jenna began to ride my face in earnest. The heady scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, a musky sweetness that made my head spin. Her soaking private lips pressed against my mouth, warm and wet and impossibly soft. I felt utterly overwhelmed by the intimacy of the act, shame and arousal warring within me as I tentatively explored her sex with my tongue.

Above me, I heard Jenna’s breathy moans as she ground herself against my face. Her thighs trembled on either side of my head, the delicate lace of her teddy brushing against my cheeks. I gripped her hips, pulling her closer as I grew bolder in my ministrations, tracing the contours of her labia and circling her clit with the tip of my tongue.

“That’s it, girls,” Daddy Otto’s deep voice rumbled from somewhere above us. “Show us what naughty little sluts you are.”

His words sent a jolt of shameful arousal straight to my core. I felt my pussy clench with need, aching to be filled. As if sensing my desperation, I felt Jenna’s warm breath ghost over my own sex. Her tongue darted out, tentatively at first, then with growing confidence as she began to explore my folds.

I moaned into Jenna’s pussy, the vibrations making her shudder against me. The dual sensations of pleasuring her while receiving her own eager attentions almost overwhelmed me.

I felt a surge of conflicting emotions as Daddy Otto’s deep voice cut through the haze of pleasure enveloping me.

“I think I’ll fuck Amy,” he declared, his tone casual yet laden with authority. “Jenna doesn’t have a very sore bottom, after all.”

My heart raced at his words, a confusing mixture of fear and arousal coursing through my veins. On one hand, the idea of being used by another man, especially one as commanding as Daddy Otto, sent a shameful thrill through my body. But on the other, I felt a pang of… something else. Disappointment? Betrayal? The thought of Daddy Daniel allowing another man to claim me made my chest tighten uncomfortably.

I glanced up at Daddy Daniel, my eyes seeking his even as Jenna continued to work her magic between my thighs. His sky blue gaze met mine, and I knew instantly that he could perceive my internal struggle. A slight smile played at the corners of his mouth, his expression both amused and calculating.

“Well, Amy,” Daddy Daniel purred, his voice low and dangerous. “It seems Daddy Otto wants to fuck that tight little pussy of yours. But I don’t think you’ve earned that privilege yet.”

I whimpered, torn between relief and frustration. Jenna’s talented tongue was driving me to the brink of insanity, teasing my clit with exquisite precision. The need for release clawed at me.

Jenna’s tongue swirled around my clit, sending jolts of electricity through my body. I moaned into her pussy, my hips bucking involuntarily as she brought me closer and closer to the edge. The wet sounds of our mutual pleasure filled the air, mingling with our muffled whimpers and gasps.

“Beg for it, Amy,” Daddy Daniel commanded, his voice low and husky. “Tell Daddy Otto how badly you want his cock in your needy little cunt.”

Shame burned through me, but the overwhelming arousal coursing through my veins overrode any hesitation. I tore my mouth away from Jenna’s dripping sex, panting heavily as I struggled to form words.

“Please,” I whimpered, my voice raw with need. “Please, Daddy Otto… I need your cock. I need it so badly.”

“Such a hungry little slut,” Daddy Otto chuckled, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “But I think you can do better than that. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, mortified by what I was about to say, but unable to stop myself. The words poured out of me in a desperate rush. “Please fuck me, Daddy Otto. I need your big cock stretching my tight pussy. Use me like the dirty whore I am. Please, I’ll do anything… just fuck me!”

“That’s more like it,” Daddy Otto rumbled.

I whimpered as Daddy Daniel’s voice cut through the haze of arousal. “Jenna, be a good girl and get Daddy Otto’s cock nice and ready,” he commanded.

From the darkness between Jenna’s thighs, I heard the wet sounds of her mouth engulfing Otto’s thick shaft. My cheeks burned with shame at how desperately I wished it was my lips wrapped around that hard cock instead.

Suddenly, I felt Jenna’s weight lift off me as Daddy Daniel pulled her away. Cool air rushed over my flushed skin, making me shiver. I blinked up at the ornate ceiling, disoriented by the abrupt change.

“Kneel there and watch,” Daddy Daniel ordered Jenna, his voice stern. “You’re not allowed to be fucked without a very sore bottom.”

I turned my head to see Jenna sink to her knees beside the bench, her emerald teddy clinging to her curves. Her lips were swollen and glistening, her cheeks flushed a deep pink. The look of mingled arousal and frustration on her face sent a guilty thrill through me.

Daddy Otto loomed over me, his impressive physique blocking out the warm light from the chandeliers. His cock jutted proudly from between his legs, enormous and rigid, glistening with Jenna’s saliva. My mouth went dry at the sight, my pussy clenching with need.

“Keep those legs spread nice and wide,” Daddy Daniel ordered. “Don’t you dare come until you’re told to.”

“ If you’re told to,” Daddy Otto growled.

I gasped as I felt the blunt head of Daddy Otto’s cock pressing against the entrance to my needy vagina. He teased me mercilessly, rubbing his thick shaft along the cleft of my labia but not quite penetrating. I whimpered and tried to arch my hips, desperate to feel him inside me.

“Such an eager little slut,” Daddy Otto chuckled, his large hands gripping my thighs firmly. “But good girls are patient, aren’t they?”