“Eyes front, bad girl,” he said. “Daddy’s going to do whatever he wants with your little bottom and your pussy now. You’re just going to take what Daddy gives you.”
I felt him reach for something—the lubricant, I realized as I heard the cap snap open. Then his slick fingers were between my cheeks, circling my anus with increasing pressure. I whimpered into the duvet, my hands clutching the fabric on either side, a little in front of my face, as he worked one finger inside, stretching me, preparing me for what was coming.
“Your little bottom is going to take Daddy’s cock now,” he said, working a second finger into me. The stretch was intense, riding that edge between pain and something darker. “You’re going to have your daddies’ penises in this adorable hole. Then you’ll truly be our bad girl.”
A third finger pressed inside and I cried out, my hands fisting in the duvet. Too much. It was too much. But he kept working me, kept stretching me, until finally he withdrew his fingers and I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my opening.
“Deep breath,” he instructed.
I sucked in air just as he began to push forward. The pressure was immediate and overwhelming, my body resisting the intrusion even as the lubricant eased the way. He pressed harder and I felt the ring of muscle begin to give, felt myself stretching wider than I’d ever stretched before.
“Fuck,” I gasped as the head breached me. “Oh, fuck… Daddy… please…”
“Shh, Little Pamela,” my daddy said. “Just feel Daddy in your littlest place. Daddy’s cock feels so good right now, going into his bad girl’s bottom.”
It took a long moment, in my dazed state, to realize that Daddy Bill had just called me by my name. When my brain absorbed the word my ears had heard, I wasn’t even sure I had actually heard it. Then Daddy Ed confirmed it, and my chest filled with a swirl of emotions so complicated I could never have picked them apart.
“That’s right, Little Pamela. Now that you’re taking your daddy’s hardness the way you should, we’ll use your real name, when you’re behaving yourself.”
Daddy Bill had buried himself completely in my no-longer-virgin anus. I sobbed as I felt his muscular lap press against my well-spanked bottom. I tried to push away the insane gratitude, the perverse affection, that rose in me at being told I had earned my name back—just as it seemed I could earn my panties and my uniform. Even with the terrible discomfort of my daddy’s enormous manhood in my most private place, though… no, somehowas a resultof that shameful feeling I couldn’t stop myself.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered. Then I cried out as Daddy Bill moved in me, and began really to fuck me in the ass. He let out a grunt of pleasure as he surged in and out, very obviously enjoying the shameful, dominant, masculine, unnatural act I had told myself I would never allow.
I felt my body adjusting to the thick intrusion, the burning stretch becoming something I could almost process. Each thrust sent waves of sensation through me that I couldn’t categorize—pain and pleasure tangled together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I gasped out between thrusts. “Thank you for… for fucking my bottom.”
The words felt obscene coming from my mouth, but somehow right. Like this was what I was supposed to say, what I was supposed to feel. The moment they left my lips, I heard a soft click and suddenly the cushion beneath me came to life.
The vibration started low and insistent, pressed directly against my clit. My whole body jerked at the sensation, my pussy clenching desperately around nothing while Daddy Bill’s cock continued its relentless assault on my ass. The combination was overwhelming—the hard manhood impaling my bottom, the steady vibration against my most sensitive spot, the weight of him pressing me down into the mattress.
“Oh, god,” I moaned, my hands clutching the duvet tighter. “Oh, god, Daddy, I can’t?—”
“Oh, yes, you can,” Daddy Bill said, his voice husky with his own pleasure. “You’re going to come with Daddy’s cock in your ass, bad girl. Show Daddy what a good little anal slut you are.”
The vibrations increased in intensity and I felt my orgasm building with terrifying speed. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to fire at once as he thrust deeper, harder, the vibrator working my clit with its mechanical relentlessness. I tried to hold back, tried to maintain some shred of control, but it was useless.
My climax crashed over me like a tidal wave, ripping through my body with an intensity that made me scream into the duvet. My ass clenched around Daddy Bill’s cock and I heard him groan above me, felt him swell even larger inside me as my muscles spasmed around him. The vibrator didn’t stop, kept working me through the waves of pleasure until I was sobbing with the intensity of it.
“That’s it,” Daddy Bill grunted, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Fuck, that’s it, Little Pamela. You’re going to get Daddy’s seed in your ass.”
He drove deep one final time and I felt him pulse inside me, felt the hot flood of his release. The sensation triggered another smaller orgasm that left me shaking and gasping for air. He stayed buried in me for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, before finally withdrawing.
The emptiness left behind by my daddy’s enormous cock was immediate and disorienting. I felt his release leaking out of me, felt the soreness and the stretch, felt utterly used and claimed in a way I’d never experienced before.
“My turn,” Daddy Ed said from somewhere that felt miles away.
I whimpered into the duvet, my body already oversensitive, but Daddy Bill’s weight lifted from my thighs and I felt the mattress shift as Daddy Ed took his place. His hands spread my cheeks, and I knew he was looking at what another daddy had done to me—at my stretched, used hole still slick with lubricant and cum.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, and then I felt more lubricant being applied, his fingers working it into my tender opening. “Your ass is going to feel so good around Daddy’s cock, Little Pamela.”
When he pressed inside, the stretch felt different—Daddy Ed’s cock seemed slightly longer, and he filled me in a way that made me gasp and arch my back. The vibrator was still going, still working my clit with that unceasing pressure, and I felt another orgasm building before he’d even started to move.
“Please,” I whimpered, though I wasn’t sure what I was begging for anymore. “Please, Daddy…”
He began to thrust, slower than Daddy Bill had but somehow deeper, hitting places inside me that made me cry out in mingled discomfort and need. The vibrator pulsed against my clit and I came again, my body convulsing around him while he groaned his approval.
“That’s two,” he said, his analytical voice somehow making everything more intense. “Let’s see how many more we can get out of you.”
