The week of total submission intensified with every filthy command Daddy barked through texts, his voice in my head growing harsher, more possessive. No more gentle coaxing—only raw, degrading orders that made my cunt clench instantly.
Morning one brought his first brutal text: “Get your fingers in that sloppy hole right fucking now, slut. Edge three times before you leave the dorm. Send video proof or I’ll make you crawl to class naked.”
I sprawled on my bed, legs splayed wide, camera angled between my thighs. “Yes, Daddy, fucking myself for you,” I gasped into the recording, three fingers slamming in and out, thumb grinding my clit. My hips bucked, pussy squelching obscenely. Each time the orgasm coiled tight I yanked my hand away, whimpering, “Please let me cum, Daddy, please—” But I obeyed, sent the clip, thighs trembling.
His reply came instantly: “Pathetic. You’re dripping like a bitch in heat. Keep that cunt bare and leaking all day. No touching in class unless I say.”
Before lecture he had me under his desk again. “Suck it like you mean it, whore. Choke yourself on my cock while I pretend to grade papers,” he growled. I gagged hard, tears streaming, saliva stringing from my lips to his thick shaft. He gripped my hair brutally. “Deeper, you greedy little cocksleeve. Swallow every inch or I’ll fuck your throat until you pass out.”
When a grad student knocked, he didn’t even pause, just shoved my head down further. “Come in,” he called calmly. The student started talking grades while Daddy’s cock pulsed against my tonsils. He whispered down, “Milk me with that throat, slut. Make me cum while he begs for an A.” Hot ropes shot straight down my gullet. I swallowed convulsively, eyes watering, as Daddy dismissed the kid with a bored “I’ll think about it.”
Lunch became public humiliation. “Under the desk. Now. And finger that cum-filled cunt the whole time I eat,” he ordered. I knelt in the cramped space, skirt hiked, three fingers buried in my sloppy hole while he chewed a sandwich above me. His free hand guided my head. “Suck slow—tease the head like the desperate cum-dump you are.”
A female TA walked in mid-blowjob. Daddy didn’t flinch. “What do you need, Sarah?” While the TA rambled about scheduling, he fucked my face in shallow thrusts. “That’s it—take it quietly, whore. Don’t you dare gag loud enough for her to hear.” He came again, flooding my mouth, then pulled me up by the hair once she left. “Open. Show me.”
I parted my lips, cum pooled on my tongue. “Swallow, then text Lori exactly how much of my load you just drank. Tell her you’re her favorite little cum-bucket now.”
Lori’s replies flooded in, dripping with obsessive worship. “Oh, baby girl, hearing you gargle Daddy’s cum under his desk made me soak through my panties. I’m fingering myself right now, picturing your pretty lips stretched around him. You’re so perfect—my sweet, filthy angel. Send me a pic of your messy cunt. I need to see how wrecked you are for him.”
I obeyed, legs spread in the bathroom stall, fingers spreading my swollen lips, his cum still leaking out. Her response arrived seconds later: “God, Katie, that creamy pussy is everything. I adore you. I want to lick every drop he leaves in you. You’re mine to worship, too.”
Afternoons, he’d text mid-lecture: “Edge right now. Two fingers in your cunt, thumb on your clit. Stop at the brink. Repeat until I say cum.” I sat in the back row, skirt barely covering me, working myself frantically while he droned on about syllabus changes up front. My free hand gripped the desk, knuckles white. When the orgasm threatened to break, I froze, panting softly, thighs quivering. He caught my eye, mouthed, “Again.”
I did it four more times, nearly sobbing with need by the end. His final text sealed it: “Good whore. Tonight, you masturbate on video for Lori—make yourself squirt three times. She gets to direct. You don’t cum until she says.”
That night on call, Lori’s voice was thick with lust and adoration. “Spread those gorgeous legs, baby girl. Show me that pretty pink cunt Daddy’s been ruining.”
I angled the camera, fingers plunging in. “Like this, Mommy?”
“Exactly like that, my perfect slut. Faster—fuck yourself hard. I love watching you fall apart,” she purred.
She guided me ruthlessly. “Add another finger. Stretch it wide; imagine it’s Daddy’s cock wrecking you.”
I moaned, hips rolling. “Now rub your clit in tight circles—don’t stop.”
The first squirt hit the sheets. “Again, sweetheart—I adore how you gush for me.”
Second orgasm ripped through me. “One more, baby. Scream my name when you cum.”
I did—screaming “Lori!” as I drenched the bed, body convulsing.
Friday evening, she arrived at my dorm glowing with possessive love. “My beautiful girl,” she breathed, kissing me like I was oxygen. “Daddy’s been telling me every filthy detail, how you choked on him while students talked, how you edged in lecture like a desperate bitch. I came three times just listening.”
She stripped me slowly, worshipping every inch. “Bend over. Let me taste what’s mine too.”
Her tongue speared my asshole, hungry and reverent. “God, this tight little hole; I adore rimming you, Katie. You taste like sin and heaven.”
She ate me sloppily, moaning into my flesh, then worked the plug in deep. “Feel that stretch? It’s for Daddy, but I’m the one who gets to prep my favorite toy.”
She flipped me, devoured my cunt with feral adoration. “Cum on my tongue, baby girl. I need it.”
First orgasm, squirting hard. “Again, my love. Give Mommy everything.”
Second, then third, each one leaving me shaking, her praises constant. “You’re so fucking perfect. I worship this pussy. I worship you.”
Lush inserted, synced, she dressed me in the royal-blue latex. “Look at you. Daddy’s going to lose his mind, but you’re my dream too.”
She kissed me goodbye with tears in her eyes. “Text me every time you edge. I want to live through you tonight.”
The date was agony-ecstasy. Daddy cranked the Lush to punishing levels in the car. “Spread those legs wide, whore. Let me watch your cunt flutter.”
At dinner, he edged me under the table. “Rub your thighs—feel it buzz against your clit. Tell me how close you are.”
“So close, Daddy—gonna cum—please—”
“Not yet. Hold it, you filthy bitch.”
The waiter stared openly at my flushed face and hard nipples; the waitress leaned close. “You okay, sweetheart? You look… ready to explode.”
Daddy smirked. “She’s fine. Just needy.”
Lori’s texts flooded in. “How many edges? I’m dripping thinking of you squirming in public. You’re my everything, baby.”
Parking garage. “Ass up on the hood. Now.”
He ripped the plug out, slammed balls-deep in my pussy. “Scream for me, slut—let the whole garage hear what a cock-hungry whore you are.”
I did, orgasming violently as he pounded. “Clench that cunt; milk every drop!”
He flooded me, cum running down my thighs.
The BDSM club pulsed with leather, chains, cries of pain and pleasure—red strobes, heavy bass, the sharp crack of floggers. Daddy collared me tight. “Crawl behind me, bitch. Show them who owns you.”
At the booth with his friends: “Under the table. Suck my cock like the cum-dump you are.”
I knelt in the shadows, throat working him deep while they laughed. “Look at her go,” one said.
Daddy gripped my hair. “Harder, whore—gag on it. Let them hear you choke.”
Saliva poured, my eyes streaming as he used my face.
He dragged me to the redhead. “Eat her cunt until she screams. Make it nasty.”
I buried my face, tongue-fucking her dripping slit, fingers pumping her G-spot. “Suck that clit hard—don’t stop,” Daddy ordered.
She came with a wail, squirting across my chin. “Good girl. Now the dance floor.”
He bent me over the railing in the center of the writhing crowd. “Ass out. Everyone watches.”
He drove into my ass, brutal and deep. “Take it, you filthy anal slut—tell them how much you love Daddy’s cock ruining your shithole.”
“I love it—Daddy’s huge in my ass—fuck me harder!”
The redhead devoured my mouth, fingers twisting my nipples. Cum and her juices ran in rivulets down my legs as I came again, screaming into the music.
Home. Lori fell to her knees. “My perfect, beautiful girl—let me clean you.”
She ate his cum from both holes, tongue probing deep, moaning worshipfully. “I adore tasting him inside you. You’re everything to me.”
In the shower, she washed me like a treasure, soaping my breasts, fingering me tenderly to one last shuddering orgasm. “Cum for me, my love—I live for your pleasure.”
I collapsed watching her worship his cock with adoring eyes and lips.
I woke to Daddy’s thick shaft splitting me open. “Morning, fucktoy. Legs wider—Daddy’s taking what’s his.”
Lori slid beneath in 69. “Let me taste you both while he fucks you, baby—I adore you so much.”
Her tongue flicked my clit as he pounded. He pulled out, painting her face with thick ropes. “Open wide, cuck.”
She did, cum dripping from her lashes. He cuddled me possessively while I fingered her slick pussy slowly. “Tease her, slut. Make her ache.”
Lori whimpered lovingly. “Your fingers feel like heaven, Katie. I love you.”
Breakfast: Lori served us naked, kissing my shoulder. “For my two favorites. Especially you, my sweet girl—I can’t get enough of you.”
She slipped me a note under the table. “Text me later. I need more of you. Always.”
