Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Joyce’s daddies helped her position herself over Emily’s face, and I watched as she lowered herself without hesitation. The moment Emily’s mouth made contact, Joyce began to move with deliberate roughness, grinding down hard, her hips rocking with almost violent intensity. Her hazel eyes were fierce, almost feral, and I heard Emily’s muffled protests beneath her.
“That’s it,” Joyce grunted, her hands gripping her own breasts as she rode. “How does it feel? You like having your face used like this?”
She worked herself faster, harder, her movements becoming erratic as her orgasm built. When it hit, she threw her head back and let out a guttural grunt, her whole body shuddering as she ground down one final time before her daddies helped her dismount.
Keiko was next, and the contrast was immediate. Her approach was gentle, almost apologetic, as her daddies guided her into position. She lowered herself carefully onto Emily’s face, her movements measured and controlled. But I could see the trembling in her thighs, the way her dark eyes squeezed shut as Emily’s tongue found her. Keiko rocked slowly, rhythmically, her breath coming in short gasps until finally she came with a broken sob, tears streaming down her face.
Then Shaniqua straddled Emily’s face, and I felt my stomach clench with anticipation and dread.
“Yeah, slut,” Shaniqua said, her voice dripping with vindictive pleasure as she settled her weight onto Emily’s face. “How do you like having a pussy on your face? Do you like tasting me while everyone watches?”
She rode hard, even harder than Joyce had, her hips moving with punishing intensity. “Get that tongue deeper. Yeah, that’s right. Make me come, Trusty. Show everyone what a good little face you’ve got for riding.”
Her dirty talk continued, each crude word making my face burn hotter, making my pussy clench with shameful arousal. When she finally came, it was with a scream that echoed off the cafeteria walls, her body convulsing as she used Emily’s mouth for her pleasure.
Then it was my turn.
My legs trembled as Daddy Bill and Daddy Ed guided me forward, their hands steady on my arms. I looked down at Emily’s face, flushed and wet from servicing the other girls, her eyes meeting mine with something that might have been understanding or might have been resignation.
My daddies helped me position myself, and as I began to lower onto Emily’s face, something snapped inside me. All the rage I’d been suppressing, all the shame and humiliation and confusion of the past two weeks, came flooding out in a wave of dark need.
“How do you like it?” I heard myself say, my voice harsh and unfamiliar as I ground down onto her mouth. “Does that feel as good as queening me? Does it?”
Emily’s tongue found my clit and I gasped, my hips rocking harder. The words kept coming, unbidden, channeling something ugly and desperate that I hadn’t known was there.
“Get that tongue in my asshole,” I demanded, shifting my weight back. I felt her comply, felt the wet muscle probe my most intimate place, and the sensation made me cry out. “That’s it. Make me come. Make me fucking come.”
I rode her face with abandon, all pretense of control dissolving as my body chased the release it needed. My daddies’ hands held me steady, supporting me as I used Emily the way she’d used me, the way all of them had used me. The pleasure built with terrifying intensity, and when my orgasm finally hit, it tore through me like lightning.
I screamed, my whole body convulsing as wave after wave crashed over me. My pussy clenched, my ass tightened around Emily’s probing tongue, and for a moment everything went white with the intensity of it.
When I finally came down, trembling and gasping, my daddies helped me dismount. I couldn’t look at Emily’s face, couldn’t process what I’d just done, what I’d just become.
“Excellent,” Daddy Howard said, his voice carrying approval that made my chest tighten with conflicting emotions. “Now, girls, it’s time for the main event.”
I watched through a haze as they positioned Emily on her hands and knees in the center of the mats. My mind was still reeling from what had just happened, from the vicious things I’d said, from how much I’d enjoyed degrading her the way she’d degraded me.
What am I becoming?
But I didn’t have time to process that question, because my daddies were guiding me and the other girls into position on our sides, arranging us in pairs.
“Pam and Keiko,” Daddy Ed said, his analytical voice cutting through my confusion. “Sixty-nine position. Joyce and Shaniqua, same.”
My heart hammered as Keiko and I were positioned facing opposite directions, her pussy inches from my face, mine from hers. I felt her warm breath against my most intimate place and shuddered.
“Begin,” Daddy Bill commanded.
I pressed my face between Keiko’s thighs, tasting her as her tongue found my clit. The sensation was overwhelming after the intensity of what had just happened. I worked her with my mouth, trying to focus on her pleasure rather than my own spiraling thoughts.