Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
I suck hard. It reminds me of people who chew gum as a way to keep from fidgeting. Is it really that different? Yes. It really is.
I don’t fight my Papi as he lays me on the changing table, nor when he stretches my arms over my head and secures my wrists. I whimper behind the pacifier when he fastens a strap just below my boobs. This time I’m experiencing the addition of my nipple rings as they sway against my breasts. The slight tug on my titties makes me horny all over again.
Bamgin guides my knees wide and restrains them in this open position, too. He takes his time. My Papis know how horny I get during this process. By the time he opens my diaper, I’m writhing and moaning. My pussy is swollen and soaked.
I wish they would have sex with me now. Why do I need a nap first? I’m not tired. I’m aroused.
Nanish is at my side, his palm smoothing over my tummy while Bamgin gently cleans my folds. This is when they let me come. My heart rate is soaring with anticipation. Being changed is the best part of every day. In fact, it’s one of the ways my Papis get me to use my diapers without complaint. The promise of orgasms will make anyone willingly pee themselves.
Wetting myself does not always land me on the changing table, however. I’ve learned that, too. Sometimes they like to make me squirm for a while. They say it’s good for me to toddle around in a wet diaper. It reminds me of my submission to them and builds the anticipation.
Bamgin rubs cream on my pussy, once again taking his time, teasing my folds, my clit, and even my bottom.
I moan and squirm, needing the elusive orgasm. It’s just out of reach. If they aren’t going to make love to me until after my nap, at least they can let me come. I’ve become a nympho since I met them. I don’t even care.
Nanish leans over to capture one of my titties in his mouth. The sensation is completely different now that he uses his tongue to flick around the piercing. I’m going to experience increased arousal from now on, both from the constant reminder of the dangling stones every time I move and the way my Papis plan to tease me.
Bamgin suddenly pinches my clit. That’s all it takes to send me off the planet, floating out of my body as waves of pleasure consume me. I’m gripping the pacifier with my lips, arching my butt off the table, and moaning. All modesty fled the universe in the last two weeks.
Nanish pierces my titty, which surprises me for a moment. It’s not necessary. His saliva alone seeping into the piercing is enough to drive my arousal through the roof.
I realize in a few seconds that he didn’t inject me with an aphrodisiac this time. I’m quickly calming.
Bamgin holds up an object I’ve never seen before. I’m a smart gal, though, especially since these two have been filling both my holes with dildos and plugs for nearly two weeks. The double ended toy is about to go into both my holes.
Sure enough, he covers both phallic ends with lube, lines it up with my pussy and my bottom, and eases the naughtiest toy I’ve ever seen into my body. The two ends are thick. The stretch is enough to leave me panting.
I whimper as he closes a diaper around me. I shouldn’t be surprised. They often leave toys inside me while I nap. But this one is new. It’s making me squirm.
When my Papis release me from all the straps, I can’t keep from kicking my legs out and reaching down to cup my breasts.
Bamgin lifts me into his arms and carries me to the crib. As soon as he lays me down, he guides one of my arms up beside my head.
I twist to see what he’s doing as something wraps around my wrist. My panting increases when Nanish does the same on the other side, securing my arms. They aren’t pulled high and tight like on the changing table. I have some room to move and wiggle, but I can’t lower them.
Nanish kisses my forehead. “We’ll restrain your hands when you’re in your crib for a few weeks or months to help you learn to keep your naughty fingers away from your titties. I know they feel sensitive and greedy. It’s hard at first for Little girls to avoid touching them. You’ll learn.”
I can’t catch my breath. Being restrained makes me horny. The double plug is making me horny. The fact that they haven’t made love to me yet makes me horny. The orgasm I just had even makes me horny. It wasn’t enough.
The nick to my titty only calmed me for a few seconds. I’m crawling out of my skin now.