Chapter 25

CHAPTER 25

A my

Time lost all meaning. I couldn’t tell if minutes or hours had passed as the daddies continued to use me. I floated in my altered state, aware only of the sensations coursing through my body. The rhythmic thrusting of cocks in my mouth had become my entire world, each stroke sending ripples of submissive pleasure through my being. With time, my sense of self seemed to have departed. I existed only to serve and please.

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 had bought me. 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 chose me . 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, my tongue 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.

“Gentlemen,” he announced, his tone filled with authority and a hint of excitement, “I believe it’s time we truly test our little Amy’s limits. What do you say we see how she handles three cocks at once?”

Again the six daddies chorused their enthusiasm. A shiver of anticipation and fear went down my spine. My body trembled, a mixture of exhaustion and arousal making my limbs feel heavy and my mind foggy.

“Before we proceed,” Daddy Daniel continued, his voice taking on a more serious tone, “I have a question for you all. Our Amy has been such a good girl tonight, taking everything we’ve given her without complaint. Do you think she’s earned the right to come when she’s being fucked by three of you at once?”

There was a moment of silence as the other daddies considered the question. I held my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. The prospect of finally being allowed release after hours of torturous edging was almost too much to bear.

“I say let her come,” Daddy Victor’s deep voice rumbled. “She’s proven herself a worthy fuck toy.”

“Agreed,” Daddy Kwame chimed in. “The little slut has earned it.”

One by one, the other daddies voiced their agreement. I felt tears of gratitude and relief spring to my eyes, overwhelmed by their decision, as humiliating as it was to have my body discussed that way.

“Very well,” Daddy Daniel said, a note of pride in his voice. “Amy, you’ve pleased us all greatly tonight. When you’re taking three cocks at once, you have permission to come. But only then, understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I gasped, my voice hoarse from their cocks’ use. “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you all.”

With that, I felt hands working to undo the straps that had held me bound to the spanking bench for so long. As the restraints fell away, I realized how sore and stiff my muscles had become. Gentle hands helped me to stand, supporting me as my legs trembled beneath me.

Daddy Daniel’s strong arms encircled me, holding me steady as he guided me toward the center of the room. Daddy Victor had already positioned himself on the leather-upholstered bench that stood there, his muscular body a feast for the eyes as he lay on his back. His thick cock stood proudly erect, glistening with a mixture of my juices and his own pre-cum.

“Easy now,” Daddy Daniel murmured in my ear as he helped me straddle Daddy Victor’s supine form. “Take him inside you slowly.”

I nodded, my breath catching in my throat as I felt the soft tip of Daddy Victor’s manhood part my pussy lips and press at the opening to my aching womb.

Slowly, I lowered myself onto the impressive shaft, gasping as he filled me completely. The stretch was intense, my pussy sensitive from hours of use. I began to move, rocking my hips experimentally, savoring the delicious friction.

Behind me, I felt Daddy Daniel’s presence. His large hands came to rest on my hips, steadying me as I rode Daddy Victor’s cock. Then I felt something cool and slick against my rear entrance. I tensed instinctively, knowing what was coming.

“Shh, relax,” Daddy Daniel murmured, his voice soothing yet commanding. “You’re going to take both of these cocks like a good girl, aren’t you?”

I nodded, forcing myself to breathe deeply as Daddy Daniel’s lubed finger pressed against my rosebud, still tight despite the hours I’d worn the horrid punishment plug. My special daddy worked me open slowly, adding a second finger when I had adjusted to the first. The dual sensations of fullness in my pussy and the stretching of my anus sent shivers of pleasure through my body.

Once Daddy Daniel was satisfied with his preparation, I felt him step back. A moment later, Daddy Kwame’s tall form loomed behind me. His long, elegant cock pressed against my lubed entrance, seeking admittance.

“Ready, bad girl?” Daddy Kwame’s deep voice rumbled.

Before I could respond, he began to push forward. The pressure was intense, painful. I cried out, my body instinctively trying to pull away. But Daddy Victor’s strong hands on my hips held me in place.

“Breathe through it, Amy,” Daddy Daniel instructed from somewhere nearby. “Your body was made for this. Take it all.”

Inch by agonizing inch, Daddy Kwame’s cock entered my bottom. The stretch was almost unbearable, my body struggling to accommodate both massive shafts. Tears sprang to my eyes, a mixture of pain and overwhelming sensation.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I felt Daddy Kwame’s hips press against my paddled ass cheeks. He was fully seated inside me, his cock buried to the hilt in my tight channel.

For a moment, they remained still, allowing me to adjust to the intense fullness. I could feel every throb, every twitch of the two cocks inside me. My breath came in short, sharp gasps as I struggled to process the myriad sensations coursing through my body.

Then, slowly, they began to move.

The feeling was indescribable. As one cock pushed in, the other pulled out, creating a constant, overwhelming sensation of fullness. My nerve endings sang with pleasure, the initial discomfort fading into a haze of ecstasy.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, my head falling back against Daddy Kwame’s broad chest. “Oh God, please… please…”

“Please what, Amy?” Daddy Daniel’s voice cut through the fog inside my head.

“Please… please let me come!” I screamed, my voice raw with desperation. The dual sensations of Daddy Victor’s thick cock stretching my pussy and Daddy Kwame’s long shaft filling my ass had me teetering on the edge of a kind of ecstasy I had never imagined. My entire body trembled, muscles clenching and unclenching as I fought to hold back the tidal wave of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me.

Daddy Daniel’s ice-blue eyes locked onto mine, his gaze intense and penetrating. “You may come, Amy,” he said, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “Come for us. Show us what a good little fuck toy you are.”

His words were like a key unlocking a floodgate. The orgasm crashed over me with breathtaking intensity, my vision going white as waves of pleasure radiated out from my core. I screamed, the sound primal and unrestrained, as my body convulsed around the two massive cocks inside me.

Through the haze of my climax, I was vaguely aware of movement around me. Suddenly, Daddy Tom’s thick shaft was pressing against my lips, demanding entrance. I opened my mouth eagerly, moaning around his rigid penis as he began to fuck my face with long, deep strokes.

My world narrowed again, to the cocks filling me, using me, claiming every part of me. As one daddy finished, another would take his place. My pussy, ass, and mouth were in constant use, my body nothing more than a vessel for their pleasure.

I came again and again, each climax blending into the next until I seemed to exist in a state of perpetual ecstasy. My throat was raw from screaming, my jaw ached, and my intimate places burned with the sweetest soreness, but still I craved more.

Throughout it all, I remained acutely aware of Daddy Daniel’s presence. Even as I lost track of which daddy was using which part of me, I could feel the weight of his cool blue gaze. His eyes never left me, watching intently as I was used and filled over and over again.

I couldn’t tell how long it lasted. Minutes, hours, an eternity—time had lost its meaning what felt like an eon ago. I existed only in the moment, a creature of pure sensation and submission.

My special daddy stood before me, his muscular form silhouetted against the warm glow of the chandeliers. His eyes burned with an intensity that made me shiver, even as the other daddies continued to use my body. I could feel his gaze on me, assessing, approving, possessing.

As Daddy Reggie’s enormous cock pounded into my ass, stretching me wide, I watched Daddy Daniel’s hand move to his own impressive shaft. He began to stroke himself slowly, his fingers tracing the length of his rigid member. The sight made my mouth water with need.

One by one, the daddies found their release deep inside my bottom. Each climax filled me with a perverse sense of pride and accomplishment. Daddy Kwame was first, his long cock pulsing as he emptied himself into me with a low groan. He withdrew slowly, giving my sore ass a firm slap before returning to his chair.

Daddy Tom followed soon after, his thick shaft stretching my rim almost painfully as he thrust deep one final time. I felt the warm rush of his seed joining Daddy Kwame’s inside me. He too gave me a playful swat before taking his seat.

Lawrence, William, and Reggie took their turns, each leaving me feeling more thoroughly used and claimed than the last. By the time Daddy Reggie finished, I could feel their combined essence leaking from my abused hole, trickling down my thighs.

Finally, only Daddy Victor remained, his powerful body pressed against my back as he fucked me with long, measured strokes. In front of me, Daddy Daniel continued to watch, his hand moving faster on his own cock now.

I whimpered softly, my eyes locked on the hypnotic motion of Daddy Daniel’s fingers. “Please, Daddy,” I begged, my voice hoarse from screaming. “Please let me taste you. Let me kiss your beautiful cock.”

A small smile played at the corners of Daddy Daniel’s mouth. He took a step closer, close enough that I could smell his masculine scent. “You want to taste Daddy’s cock, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

“Yes, please,” I gasped, as Daddy Victor’s thrusts became more erratic behind me. “Please, Daddy. I need it.”

Daddy Daniel’s smile widened. He moved even closer, until the tip of his cock was mere inches from my face. “Go ahead then,” he said softly. “Show Daddy how much you love his cock.”

With trembling lips, I leaned forward, pressing a reverent kiss to the tip of Daddy Daniel’s magnificent cock. The salty taste of his pre-cum coated my tongue as I lavished attention on his shaft, peppering it with soft kisses and gentle licks. I worked my way down to his heavy balls, nuzzling against them and inhaling his musky scent.

Behind me, Daddy Victor’s rhythm faltered. His grip on my hips tightened as he thrust deep one final time, his cock pulsing as he added his seed to the mix already filling my ass. The feeling of his warm essence flooding my insides somehow triggered another orgasm, my body shuddering with pleasure.

As waves of ecstasy washed over me, I redoubled my efforts on Daddy Daniel’s cock. I traced the prominent vein on the underside with my tongue, reveling in the way it twitched against my lips. My special daddy’s hand came to rest on the back of my head, guiding me gently as I worshipped his manhood.

Distantly, I was aware of movement around us. The other daddies were rising from their seats, murmuring words of thanks and appreciation to Daddy Daniel.

“Quite a show, Daniel,” Daddy Kwame’s deep voice rumbled. “Your little fuck toy is truly something special.”

“Indeed,” Daddy Reggie agreed. “You’re a lucky man. She takes cock like she was born for it.”

Their words barely registered as I continued to lavish attention on Daddy Daniel’s rock-hard shaft. My world had narrowed to the taste of him on my tongue, the feeling of his fingers tangled in my hair, the scent of his arousal filling my nostrils.

After what felt like both an eternity and no time at all, Daddy Daniel gently pulled me away from his cock. His eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of pride and possessiveness that made my heart swell.

“That’s enough for now, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “It’s time to get you cleaned up and into bed.”

Before I could respond, Daddy Daniel bent down and scooped me into his arms. I let out a small gasp of surprise as he lifted me effortlessly, cradling me against his broad chest. My body felt boneless, utterly spent from hours of intense use.

As Daddy Daniel carried me out of the Hall of Pleasure, I caught glimpses of the other daddies gathering their robes and preparing to leave. Miss Frieda stood by the door, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she watched us pass.

Daddy Daniel carried me through the ornate hallways of the guesthouse, my body cradled against his muscular chest. The warmth of his skin and the steady beat of his heart lulled me into a dreamy haze. My limbs felt heavy, my mind foggy from exhaustion and lingering pleasure.

We entered his private suite, a spacious room decorated in rich shades of navy and gold. Daddy Daniel gently lowered me onto the cool granite of the bathroom counter, supporting me as I swayed unsteadily.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, little one,” he murmured, his voice tender.

He started the shower, steam quickly filling the luxurious marble bathroom. With infinite care, Daddy Daniel lifted me into the large glass enclosure. The hot water cascaded over my aching body, soothing sore muscles and washing away the evidence of the night’s activities.

Daddy Daniel’s strong hands moved over me, lathering my skin with scented soap. His touch was clinical yet intimate, cleaning every inch of me thoroughly. He paid special attention to my intimate areas, his fingers ghosting over my sensitive flesh and eliciting small whimpers from my throat.

When I was clean, Daddy Daniel wrapped me in a fluffy towel and carried me to the enormous four-poster bed. He dried me carefully before laying me on the silken sheets. My eyelids grew heavy as exhaustion overtook me.

“Sleep now, Amy,” Daddy Daniel said softly, brushing a kiss against my forehead.

But as he turned to leave, a surge of need washed over me. “Wait,” I called out, my voice hoarse. “Please, Daddy… I need you inside me. In my bottom. I need to truly feel that it belongs to you.”

Daddy Daniel paused, his ice-blue eyes searching my face. “Are you sure, sweetheart? You’ve been through a lot tonight.”

I nodded emphatically. “Please, Daddy. I need it.”

With a low growl, Daddy Daniel joined me on the bed. He started slowly, his lubed fingers gently probing my tender opening. I gasped at the initial discomfort, but soon found myself pushing back against his hand, craving more.

When he finally pressed his thick cock against the little bud of my anus, I whimpered with anticipation. Daddy Daniel entered me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his considerable girth. The stretch burned deliciously, a reminder of everything I’d endured that night.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Daddy Daniel murmured. “Take all of Daddy’s cock in that tight little ass.”

His thrusts started gentle and measured, but soon grew more forceful as his control slipped. I could feel his need building, matching my own desperate desire. His hips snapped against my sore bottom, the sting of his skin on my punished flesh adding another layer of sensation.

“Touch yourself,” Daddy Daniel commanded, his voice a primal growl. “You’re going to come with Daddy’s cock in your bottom hole.”

My fingers found my swollen clit, circling the sensitive nub as Daddy Daniel’s hardness plunged deep into my aching bottom. The dual sensations were overwhelming, pleasure and pain blurring together until I could no longer distinguish between them. My entire body felt electrified, every nerve ending singing with sensation.

Daddy Daniel’s thrusts grew more forceful, his thick shaft stretching me wide with each powerful stroke. The sound of his hips slapping against my sore bottom filled the room, mingling with my breathless moans and whimpers. His hands gripped my hips tightly, pulling me back onto his cock as he drove into me.

“That’s it, bad girl,” he growled, his voice husky with desire. “Take Daddy’s cock. Show me how much you love it in your bottom.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire deep in my womb. I could feel my climax building, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. My fingers moved faster on my clit, desperate for release.

“Please, Daddy,” I gasped, my voice trembling. “Please, may I come? I need it so badly.”

Daddy Daniel leaned forward, his chest pressing against my back as he whispered in my ear, “Come for me, Amy. Come on Daddy’s cock like the good little fuck toy you are.”

His permission was all I needed. The orgasm crashed over me with staggering intensity, my body convulsing as waves of ecstasy radiated outward from my core. I screamed, the sound primal and unrestrained, as my pussy clenched and my ass tightened around Daddy Daniel’s thrusting cock.

“Thank you, Daddy!” I sobbed, tears of gratitude and overwhelming sensation streaming down my face. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

My climax seemed to go on forever, each thrust of Daddy Daniel’s cock in my bottom prolonging the intense pleasure. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, I felt him stiffen behind me, his grip on my hips tightening almost painfully.

With a guttural groan, Daddy Daniel buried himself completely inside me. I felt his cock pulse, filling my punished bottom with his hot seed. The warmth spreading inside me triggered another small orgasm, my body shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure.

We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us panting heavily as we came down from our shared high. Slowly, carefully, Daddy Daniel withdrew from me, his softening cock slipping free with a wet sound that made me blush.

Gentle hands turned me over, and I found myself cradled against Daddy Daniel’s broad chest. He held me close, his fingers stroking soothing patterns on my back as my breathing gradually returned to normal.

“You did so well tonight, sweetheart,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, then a longer, deeper one on my mouth.

He pulled me close, his strong arms encircling my exhausted body. I nestled into him, relishing the warmth of his skin and the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear. The silk sheets felt cool and soothing against my limbs, though the burning ache still lingered in my pussy and my bottom.

Daddy Daniel’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my back, his touch both comforting and electrifying. Even in my state of utter exhaustion, my body seemed to hum with awareness of his proximity. The room was bathed in a soft, warm glow from the bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the ornate furnishings.

As I lay there, drifting in and out of consciousness, fragmented memories of the night’s events flashed through my mind. The feeling of multiple hands on my body, the stretch and burn of being filled so completely, the overwhelming sensations that had reduced me to a creature of pure need and desire. A shiver ran through me, and Daddy Daniel’s arms tightened around me in response.

“Shh,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my temple. “It’s alright, sweetheart. You’re safe now. You’re mine.”

His words sent a wave of contentment washing over me. I was his. After everything I’d been through, all the shame and punishment and degradation, I had found where I truly belonged. In the arms of my daddy, my owner, my everything.

The enormity of it all suddenly hit me, and I felt tears welling up in my eyes. They spilled over, hot trails running down my cheeks to dampen Daddy Daniel’s chest. He didn’t say anything, just held me tighter and stroked my hair as I cried out the last of my pent-up emotions.

When the tears finally subsided, I tilted my head up to look at Daddy Daniel. His eyes met mine, filled with a tenderness that made my heart ache. In that moment, I knew with absolute certainty that I had never felt this way about anyone before.

“I love you, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice small but sure.

Daddy Daniel’s expression softened, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips before pulling back to meet my gaze once more.

“I love you too, my sweet Amy,” he replied, his deep voice resonating through his chest.

With those words echoing in my ears, I felt my eyelids growing heavy. Surrounded by Daddy Daniel’s warmth and scent, feeling utterly safe and cherished, I drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The End