Page 24 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)

Chapter Eleven

Double D Acquisition’s private plane, heading toward the Caribbean

Elle

“She deserves a reward, don’t you think, Drake?” Damian prodded. He sniffed the air with a pleased smile. “Especially since I’m drowning in the delightful bouquet she’s emitting.”

“I agree. Our babygirl did very well.”

Once again, Elle blossomed under Drake’s praise even as her fried mind tried to make sense of their words.

“A Little is at her happiest when she receives pleasure and gives pleasure,” Drake explained as, with careful maneuvering, he positioned her to stand on her knees between his legs. “Take out my cock, babygirl.”

It was the first instruction the duo had given her that Elle didn’t mind following without question.

She might not have the most active sex life out there, but she knew how to give head, and it was an act she enjoyed.

Sucking a man’s dick and watching him fall apart made her feel all-powerful.

The mere thought of Drake losing his stellar control brought a smile to her lips…

until two hands nudged her legs wide apart, and her skirt was once again pushed up over her hips.

“Hmm… there it is. Our pussy. All pretty and pink.”

“What are you… oh my God!” Elle was mortified. Her cheeks exploded with heat as she looked down to see Damian’s head leaning back against the seat… right there… between her legs… inches away from her naughty bits… her throbbing and now dripping wet naughty bits.

“Have you ever been throat-fucked, babygirl?”

Well, hell … the power trip she had imagined having over Drake just flew out the window at his words.

“I can give head as good as anyone,” she admitted, as trepidation of what was to follow caused her voice to crack. Porn was all over the internet, and she had watched a couple of women in such scenes. Receiving pleasure wasn’t a thought that came to mind. “But no… not that.”

“Then now is as good a time as any to experience it.” Drake leaned closer and kissed her lips in a caress so gentle and warm, Elle felt like swooning.

“Oh!” she gasped as Damian brushed his hand over her labia, a long, slow movement from the front to the back, over and over, until she could feel the stickiness of her essence against his palm, wetting her all over.

Pleasure at being paid homage to by both men swamped her.

This, she could easily become addicted to.

“Now, that’s what I call properly marinated.” Damian’s voice sounded deeper, darker even, triggering a lust so profound in Elle, her entire body flashed with goosebumps.

“Don’t worry, little one,” Drake’s voice dragged her attention back to him. “I’ll do all the work; all you need to do is breathe through your nose, keep your tongue flattened, and your jaw slack, and you’ll be fine.”

“And, like I’m going to feast on every drop of your sultry essence, so will you swallow every bit of your Daddy’s cum… Is that clear?” Damian drawled, watching her as he flicked out his tongue to stab at her already swollen clit.

“Y-Yes, Daddy.” As much as she had protested using the word, it now fell naturally from her lips.

For some reason, swallowing Drake’s sperm didn’t bother her, even though it was the one thing she had always refused to do.

The thought of him spilling his load deep inside her throat was exciting…

but not as much as thinking how it would feel if he was actually fucking her with his huge cock that now prodded for entrance against her lips.

Elle tentatively stuck out her tongue, her eyes locked onto Drake’s as he slowly guided his cock into her mouth.

He was gentle at first, allowing her to adjust to the sensation of his thick length sliding over her tongue.

The taste of the saltiness of his precum was a hint of the reward that was to come.

“Good girl.” Drake cupped her face gently. “Just like that, babygirl. Relax your throat for Daddy.”

Elle closed her fingers around his cock as she followed his instructions.

“No hands, baby girl. Clasp them behind your back or keep them on your thighs. I only want your mouth and throat. This is me taking pleasure from you.”

Her fingers trembled on her thighs as Damian’s mouth did wicked things to her pussy.

He licked and sucked her clit, drawing out a gasp from deep within her that vibrated around Drake’s cock.

Her hands clenched into fists as her body was torn between the two intense sensations.

First, the invasive thrusts of Drake’s cock in her throat, then the exhilarating pleasure Damian was drawing from her core.

“Fuck, she’s tight. I can’t wait to fuck this pretty little cunt,” Damian growled against her labia as his tongue delved inside her pussy, mimicking Drake thrusting his cock into her mouth. Elle moaned again, her eyes watering as Drake hit the back of her throat.

“Do as I said, little one. Keep your tongue flat,” Drake coaxed as she gagged slightly, relieved he held still to allow her time to breathe through her nose until she calmed.

“That’s it, little one,” Drake cooed, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “You’re doing so well. Now, swallow Daddy’s cock.”

Elle did as instructed, praying she wouldn’t disappoint him and vomit all over the seat.

Her throat constricted around his length, and she gagged again.

This time, he didn’t stop but kept pushing deeper, forcing her throat to accept his girth.

He groaned as his hips began to move again, this time with more urgency.

She realized the fun part for her was over.

Now, it would become his pleasure, his needs.

For some reason, that only made her double her efforts.

Below her, Damian’s assault on her pussy became more fervent. He sucked hard on her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of the mind-numbing ecstasy.

“Fuck, she’s already close, Drake,” Damian’s breath was hot against her sensitive flesh. “Her pussy is clenching like a vice.”

“Good, I’m still going to enjoy her desperate spasms around me for a bit longer. Make her come, Damian. I want to see her body jerking as she climaxes over and over while struggling to breathe with my cock down her throat.”

Drake closed a fist around her hair, holding her in place as his pace quickened. “Swallow, babygirl. Take all of Daddy’s cock. Keep breathing. This is going to be rough.”

Elle’s orgasm built rapidly, like a coil of heat tightening in her belly. Breathing became almost impossible as Damian slipped two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that sweet spot. Her body convulsed as the climax rippled through her with such force, she screamed around Drake’s cock.

“Yes, that’s it, Damian. More… suck that cunt until it’s dry.”

“With pleasure,” Damian growled as he slammed his mouth against her pussy.

The sound of him slurping and sucking her with relish echoed through the cabin.

Elle’s body shuddered as he forced one climax after the other from her, while all she could do was keep struggling to breathe with tears running down her face, while snot and spit streamed down her chin.

“Beautiful. So, fucking beautiful, babygirl.” Drake groaned as his cock swelled in her mouth. “Get ready, Elle. Swallow it all.”

Hot jets of cum shot down her throat, filling her mouth. Elle swallowed convulsively, her body once again tightening like a string guitar as Damian’s tongue and hard sucking forced yet another climax from her already overused body.

“Don’t fucking waste a drop, little one,” Drake warned as he kept her mouth pressed against his crotch. His cock pulsed as he emptied himself. Below her, Damian lapped at her pussy, gentling his touch as she came down from her high.

When Drake finally pulled out, Elle gasped for breath as her body went limp from exertion. He stroked her hair, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“You did so well, babygirl. We’re proud of you.”

“You taste divine, little one.” Damian pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “And watching you swallow Daddy Drake’s cock... Fuck, it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Shall I clean your Little for you, Daddy Drake?”

Elle’s body turned to stone as Amanda appeared in her line of vision. She was horrified that she might have been there all the while, watching how she… how she…

Oh God, let the Earth swallow me, please!

“Yes, please, Amanda,” Drake said as he pushed Elle backward so she was sprawled on the carpet with her legs spread wide. Before she could gather herself, Amanda kneeled between her legs, gently wiping her face with a warm cloth.

“Stop!” she protested. “I can do it myself.”

“I’m sure you can, but you don’t need to anymore. Keep still, Elle, and let Amanda clean you properly.”

Elle spluttered as Amanda continued wiping the spittle and residue of Drake’s sperm from her lips, but when she moved down and swiped the towel between her legs, she clamped them closed.

Crack!

“Oww! Fuck!” she screamed as Damian planted a searing slap against her upper thigh.

“Behave, Elle.” His usual warm gaze had turned steely and authoritative. “You need to be cleaned. We will not tolerate such bratty behavior when we’re taking care of your needs.”

“Continue, Amanda,” Drake said with a look so dark, Elle stopped struggling and started to tremble, then gasped in shock as he continued. “And since you’re there, make sure her cunt is properly dry by checking with your tongue.”

“Oh, it’ll be my pleasure, Daddy Drake.”

Cognizant of Damian’s proximity and the still burning pain of the slap against her inner thigh, Elle didn’t move as Amanda thoroughly wiped every inch of her pussy dry with the cloth.

“No,” Elle whimpered as she finished and with gentle fingers spread her labia wide open and pressed her lips against her pussy. “No,” she moaned as Amanda’s tongue swept deep inside her, swirling and teasing. “Enough! It’s dry,” Elle cried. “I’m dry!”

“Hmm… then make her wet again, Amanda,” Drake ordered. The attendant didn’t even lift her head except to look up at Elle. Her fingers curled around Elle’s clit to pluck and pull at it while sucking and licking her pussy like she was eating a custard pastry empty.

It didn’t take long since Elle’s clit was oversensitive from Damian’s ministrations. The climax that rippled through her came in waves as Amanda knew just how far to push and when to retreat.

“God! Oh God, oh God,” she sobbed as she twitched and jerked under Amanda’s mouth.

“Such a gorgeous Little you found this time, Daddies.” Amanda’s eyes glowed as she pulled away from Elle’s pussy at Drake’s command. “Truly a treasure.”

“Indeed,” Drake drawled, drawing Elle’s gaze to them to find them watching her with glowing eyes. “You are exactly the babygirl we’ve been searching for, Elle.”

Elle remained on the floor with her dignity now completely shattered.

The two men’s eyes were glued to her naughty bits so blatantly on display.

The reality of what had just happened hit her like a sledgehammer…

except the pleasure still sizzling through her painted a completely different picture.

One of exposed desires and levels of lust she hadn’t even known existed.

The euphoric haze faded completely, leaving her to face the cold reality of her situation.

There had been times when she had fantasized about being admired, craved the thrill of defying society’s expectations, and yearned to break free from her self-imposed constraints…

but this… Climaxing with a woman giving her oral sex?

Never had she once considered ever being in such a situation.

The attention of the Double D Duo was intoxicating, but the power she had thought she held over them at the beginning of this trip was nothing but an illusion.

Humiliated beyond belief, she quickly gathered her legs in an attempt to regain composure. Her cheeks burned with shame as she covered her shameful display and shifted to a more dignified position.

When Damian spoke, his commanding tone froze her in place. “Ah, babygirl, that’s a big no-no. You never hide what belongs to us from our view. Pull up your skirt, please, and lie back down with your legs spread.”

The world spun around her as panic clawed at her chest as she stared at them. Her tormentors… her fucking Daddies .

Her thoughts scattered as fragments of pride, defiance, and regret swirled together until she couldn’t distinguish between them. Things could have been very different if she hadn’t been so stupid as to vandalize their helicopter.

Each breath became more difficult than the last. Rising on unsteady legs, she didn’t bother to hold back the tears spilling down her cheeks.

Her heart thundered as the full magnitude of her own actions registered.

She had no one to blame but herself… except she didn’t have the strength to pay the price they demanded… not like this.

With a broken sob, she ran.