The cafeteria bustled with the muted clatter of plastic trays and the murmur of students eager to escape the dreary afternoon lecture circuit. I sat alone, hunched over my textbook, the smell of overcooked meat and industrial cleaner a constant reminder of my dwindling bank account.  Hell, I'd even settle for one of their soggy egg salad sandwiches if I had the money. A shadow fell over my page, and I glanced up to find my roommate, Rachel, beaming down at me. Her blonde hair shimmered under the fluorescent lights, and the aroma of fresh shampoo was almost enough to make me forget my growling stomach.

"Tessa, guess what?" She asked and then continued with excitement before I had a chance to answer, "I got us into the VIP section at Club Illusion tonight," Rachel chirped, waving a glossy flyer in my face. "You can totally network. All you have to do is spend some time with one of these guys and make some quick money. Most of them don't even ask for anything sexual. They're just lonely or want a pretty girl on their arm."

I rolled my eyes. Rachel's idea of networking usually involved more cleavage than conversation. "What's the catch?"

"No catch, just need to download this app. It's like Uber for dates, but with a twist. You're going to love it." Rachel slid her phone over to me, the screen already open to 'BabyGirlLife'. She pointed to the gleaming reviews and promised rewards.

I was skeptical, but desperate times called for desperate measures. I scanned the profiles, my thumb hovering over the install button. "So, you're saying I can make actual money doing this?"

Rachel nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yeah, like a lot. And it's all cashless, so it's super safe. They deposit the money straight into your account. Plus, you can set your own rules." She winked and added, "It's like being a sugar baby, but with more options."

I hesitated, my finger hovering over the install button. The promise of easy cash was tempting, but I had my principles. Or at least, what was left of them after scraping by on instant noodles and hope. Rachel's enthusiasm was infectious, and my stomach's protest grew louder. I needed this money. With a deep breath, I tapped the screen.

The app loaded, displaying a sleek interface filled with profiles of men dressed in suits, smiling with too-white of teeth. Rachel leaned in, her breath warm on my cheek as she whispered, "Look for the verified ones with good ratings. That's where the real cash is." I scrolled through, each profile more extravagant than the last. It was like window-shopping for a lifestyle I could never afford.

My stomach rumbled again, reminding me of my dwindling resources. The idea of not being broke was too tempting to resist. I figured if I was going to do this, I'd find some profile who paid the most, then, maybe I'd only have to do this a couple of times before I got back on my feet. 

I found the profile Rachel had mentioned earlier – four daddies, one baby girl. The date request was straightforward: Dinner and a show. No mention of anything beyond that. My thumb hovered over the 'Accept' button, my heart racing. This was it. One night, a few hours of my time, and I could breathe a little easier. I swiped right.

The confirmation buzzed in my pocket, and Rachel squealed with excitement. "You're going to love it, I promise!" she said, slapping the table with her palm. "I read their profiles.They're totally into the whole daddy-daughter role play thing, so just play along and you'll be fine."

My heart thudded in my chest as the reality of what I'd signed up for sank in. I tried to ignore the knot in my stomach and the voice in my head that screamed this was a mistake. Instead, I focused on the fact that in less than 24 hours, I could pay for groceries without worrying about overdraft fees. I'd already done my research on the website. It was legit, they only allowed guys to make profiles who had a clean record, and a clean bill of health. Still, I couldn't believe this was something I was actually doing. Selling myself for money. It wasn't even the sex, I loved sex. I'd had a few one night stands and this really wasn't that different. But, then again- it was. I had a hard time wrapping my head around the concept.

The day of the date, Rachel helped me pick out an outfit that she assured would make me irresistible – a short, baby pink dress with a white collar and a bow in the back. She had me put on makeup and curl my hair until I looked like a doll. I felt ridiculous, but also oddly excited. The anticipation was a cocktail of fear and exhilaration.

As the clock ticked closer to the time I was supposed to meet the four 'daddies', I found myself pacing the room, my stomach a jittery mess. Rachel sat on her bed, scrolling through her phone. She looked up and said, "You got this, girl. Just remember the rules you set."

The rules. I had made sure to set boundaries during our chat. Nothing too intense, no pain, and definitely no overnights. They had agreed, saying they were looking for a good time, not a life commitment. I took a deep breath and checked my phone for the hundredth time.

The message popped up: "Your Daddies are waiting at the entrance of Club Illusion."

My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a rush of cold air as Rachel opened the door. She gave me a gentle shove. "You'll be fine. Just remember, it's only for a few hours. And think of the cash!"

I stepped into the neon glow of the club, the bass from the music thumping through the floorboards. The bouncer nodded at me, and I made my way through the throng of party goers to the VIP section. A quartet of men in tailored suits stood out like a beacon of wealth. They were older, definitely not the college guys I was used to seeing, but they were all handsome in their own ways. My palms were slick with nerves as they spotted me and started to approach. One of the website's rules was to meet in the club, have a drink- if you prefer. If there's no chemistry or something feels off, there's no obligation to continue the 'date'

The one in the lead, with silver hair and piercing blue eyes, offered his hand. "You must be our little angel," he said, his voice a smooth purr. His grip was firm and reassuring, and for a brief moment, the fear dissipated. They all had kind expressions, and they looked at me like I was the most precious thing in the world.

The second man, with a chiseled jaw and a broad chest, had eyes that twinkled like stars. He wore a smile that was both comforting and slightly mischievous. His handshake was gentle, yet it made me feel like I could trust him to keep me safe. "Call me Daddy," he whispered in my ear, and a shiver ran down my spine.

The third had salt-and-pepper hair and a neatly trimmed beard that framed his face. His eyes were warm and inviting, and his build suggested he was the type that could carry me around the dance floor without breaking a sweat. His handshake was firm, but not overpowering, a perfect blend of strength and respect.

The fourth man, who looked to be the youngest of the group, had dark hair and a sharp, angular face. His eyes were a smoldering brown, and the way his suit hugged his muscular frame made it clear he was more than just a pretty face. He leaned in to kiss my hand, his touch electric. "Your daddies are all here, baby girl," he said, his voice a seductive rumble. "Can we buy you a drink?"

I scanned my thoughts quickly. What would a baby girl order? Probably a Shirley Temple. But I needed something with a little extra to take the edge off.

Biting my lip, I batted my lashes and leaned forward slightly. “May I have a Dirty Shirley, please?” My voice was soft, a mix of nerves and my attempt to play the part.

My request seemed to please them. One of the men waved the bartender over and ordered my drink.

When it arrived, the cherry-red concoction glistened like temptation in a glass. It tasted like liquid courage, sweet and smooth, each sip making the music grow louder, the lights more vibrant, and the men more magnetic.

As we talked and laughed, I started to learn more about them. Richard, the silver-haired man, had a quiet confidence that made him seem like the natural leader. He owned a chain of luxury resorts, and the way he spoke exuded wealth and experience.

Next to him was Daniel, who preferred to be called “Daddy.” His dark eyes sparkled with mischief, and his deep, commanding voice sent shivers down my spine every time he addressed me. He was an investor, and judging by his tailored suit and designer watch, a very successful one.

On Richard’s other side was Marcus, whose salt-and-pepper beard gave him a rugged, distinguished look. He owned an architecture firm and spoke passionately about the buildings he’d designed, his low voice warm and inviting.

Finally, there was Adrian, the youngest of the group but still older than me. His boyish charm was complemented by the sharpness in his green eyes. He was a tech entrepreneur, his quick wit and playful banter making him the life of the group.

The tension between us grew with every passing moment. It wasn’t just about the money anymore. The undeniable attraction had me flushed, my breath quickening as my thoughts wandered. What would it be like to be with four men at once? Not just any men—older, experienced men who would know how to touch a woman in ways that the fumbling hands of college guys never could.

As the club filled, they guided me to a more private section: a velvet-covered booth far removed from the sticky tables and plastic chairs of the main room. They were attentive, asking about my classes, my dreams, and even my favorite movies. Their eyes lingered, studying every curve of my body, and for the first time, I felt powerful. Their interest, their desire—it was intoxicating.

Richard slid closer to me, his hand resting warmly on my thigh. The heat of his touch sent a shiver up my spine. His voice was low and intimate as he murmured, “You’re doing so well, baby. Would you like to take this somewhere more... private?”

The room spun for a moment, the alcohol and adrenaline mixing into a heady cocktail of boldness and hesitation. Rachel’s words echoed in my mind: If anything goes wrong, text me the code word—Purple—and I’ll come get you. The tracking app on my phone was another layer of safety. Still, when I looked into their eager, smoldering gazes, any doubts evaporated like smoke.

I clenched my thighs, anticipation stirring deep within me, and smiled. “Yes,” I whispered. “Let’s go.”

Two strong hands on my waist guided me through the club’s exit and into the elevator of the adjoining hotel. The tension in the small space was almost unbearable. As the elevator climbed to the tenth floor, four sets of hungry eyes devoured me, and my thighs grew slick with want.

When the doors opened, they led me to a private suite, the air heavy with cologne and anticipation. Velvet lined the walls, and the soft lighting cast everything in a sultry glow. My heart pounded as the door clicked shut, muffling the sounds of the club below.

The man who had bought me the drink—Adrian—took my hand and guided me to a plush chair in the center of the room. I sank into it, feeling the weight of their gazes as they surrounded me.

"Tessa," Aidan's rich voice rumbled in his chest, "Do you remember the safe word, baby?"

I swallowed down my nerves, "Bumblebee" I answered, my voice slightly trembled. 

"That's right," Daniel nodded, "If at any time, you want to stop, you just use that word and we stop, Okay?"

I nodded and bit my lip, fingering the bottom of my dress.

"Use your words, sweetheart," Marcus said as our gazes connected and I watched him losen his tie. "We need to know you understand."

I cleared my throat, "I understand." Even if I wanted to back out right now, I don't think I could. The sexual tension in the room felt like it had it's own pulse and it was making my clit throb.

They all nodded in unison, and the room grew quiet for a moment. It was as if everyone was waiting for the starting gun to go off.

"Let's get more comfortable, shall we?" Richard suggested, his eyes never leaving my face. The other three nodded and began to shed their coats, revealing tailored shirts and cuff links that glinted in the low light.

I took a deep breath and allowed them to help me stand, my legs feeling wobbly from the combination of nerves and the alcohol. They led me into the suite's bedroom, where a king-sized bed lay in the center, adorned with luxurious linens that whispered of expensive tastes

Marcus stepped closer, his beard scruff brushing against my cheek as he bent to whisper, "Take off your dress, baby girl." His breath was warm, and the scent of his cologne was like a warm embrace. I reached behind me, my fingers fumbling with the zipper as they watched intently.

The dress slipped down my body, revealing the white lacy lingerie Rachel had insisted I wear. My cheeks burned as their eyes swept over me, but their hungry gazes only fueled my growing desire. Richard stepped forward, gently taking the garment from my trembling fingers and placing it on the chair.

"Beautiful," Adrian murmured, his eyes tracing the curves of my breasts and the way the thong barely contained my ass. "You're going to drive us all wild tonight."

"So obedient," Daniel said, his voice a gentle caress. He reached out and stroked a finger down the line of my spine, sending a shiver through me. "Just perfect for your Daddies."

Their compliments wrapped around me like a warm blanket, soothing my jitters. Richard stepped closer, his hand cupping my chin to tilt my face up to his. "You're going to be such a good girl for us, aren't you?" His thumb traced my bottom lip, and I felt a jolt of heat between my legs.

"Yes," I murmured, the word slipping out like a sigh. "Yes, Daddy."

He grinned and his eyelids fluttered, "Kneel." His voice grew deeper and more commanding.

I quickly did as he asked, kneeling in front of the four tall masculine figures that towered over me. I took a moment to admire them. Their desire for me was palpable, their arousal pressing against their slacks like promises of pleasure. I took a deep breath and began to undo the first button of Daniel's pants. His eyes never left mine as I unzipped him, revealing his thick cock, already straining against his boxers.

He stepped closer, and I leaned in to kiss the tip, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. He groaned in approval, and I felt a rush of power knowing I could affect them like this. The scent of their cologne mixed with the musk of their lust as I moved on to Richard, his pants already unbuckled and open. His cock was longer than Daniel's, and thicker, and as I wrapped my lips around him, he let out a low groan that made my pussy throb.

Marcus was next, his muscular thigh brushing against my cheeks as I took him in my mouth. His hands tangled in my hair, guiding me deeper, his grip tightening with every moan he couldn't suppress. The feeling of their hands on me, the way they moved me like a rag doll to serve their needs, was strangely thrilling.

Adrian stepped forward, his pants joining the pile on the floor. His cock was different from the others—thinner but longer, and he watched me with a predatory gaze that made my heart race. I took him in my mouth, feeling him twitch with excitement as I sucked and licked. They all murmured encouragement, their breathing growing heavier as I worked my magic.

My mouth grew slick with their combined arousal, and the room was filled with the sounds of zippers and clothes rustling as they stripped for me. Their cocks stood tall, each one a testament to their desire. They were all so different, yet all so enticing. Daniel's was broad and powerful, demanding attention. Richard's was long and thick, a challenge to take deep. Marcus' was curved, the head of it brushing the back of my throat in the most tantalizing way. And Adrian's, well, Adrian's cock head was almost purple with eagerness, ready to strike.

They guided me through the motions, each man taking his turn as I knelt before them. Their hands were gentle but firm, stroking my hair and whispering sweet nothings as I serviced them. "Such a good girl," Richard crooned as I took his length down my throat, his hand gently cupping the back of my head. "Just like that, baby," Daniel encouraged, his grip tightening in my hair as I brought him closer to the edge. Marcus' breath hitched as I swirled my tongue around his tip, and Adrian's eyes never left mine, a silent promise of what was to come.

The taste of each man was unique—a heady blend of desire and power that had my knees weakening. Their cocks grew harder with each suck and lick, their thighs quivering as I worked my magic. They were all so different, yet the same in their need for me, their baby girl.

Their groans grew louder, their breaths ragged. Daniel was the first to break, gently pulling away. "We can't take anymore, baby," he panted, his hand sliding from my hair to my shoulder. "We need you on the bed."

In a choreographed movement that spoke of their experience, the four men lifted me with surprising gentleness, placing me on the soft, plush surface. The bed dipped slightly under my weight, the coolness of the fabric a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. They stepped back, their eyes dark with hunger as they took in the sight of me sprawled before them. My lingerie was a stark white against the deep blue of the sheets, my skin flushed and glistening with sweat.

Marcus was the first to move, his strong hands gripping the lacy fabric of my bra and panties. With a firm tug, he peeled them away, exposing my bare flesh to the cool air. A soft moan escaped my lips as the fabric slid over my sensitive skin, and their gazes followed every inch revealed. Rachel’s advice played in my mind, but it was drowned out by the need pulsing through my veins. This wasn’t just about the money anymore; it was about the power I had over these four powerful men.

Their eyes feasted on my naked body, their expressions a mix of awe and greed. Richard stepped closer, tracing a finger along the swell of my breast, his touch setting off a trail of sparks that shot straight to my core. Daniel knelt beside the bed, his hand sliding up my inner thigh to caress the slickness between my legs. "So wet for us, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You want this, don't you?"

I nodded, unable to find the words to reply. The anticipation was a living, breathing entity in the room, coiling tightly in my stomach. Adrian leaned in, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, "You're going to be so good for us." His hand joined Daniel's, the dual touch making me gasp.

I felt the weight of their bodies pressing against mine. Richard's strong hands held me in place as Daniel's mouth found my nipple, teasing and sucking until it was a tight peak. Marcus's hands explored my body, his touch firm but gentle, leaving a trail of fire wherever he went. Adrian's eyes never left mine, his fingers teased my sensitive skin.

Their combined touch was overwhelming, a symphony of sensations that had me writhing and moaning beneath them. Richard switched to my other breast, his tongue flicking against my skin as he took my nipple into his mouth. I gasped as Daniel's fingers slid into my wetness, pumping in and out of me with an expert rhythm that had me clutching the bed sheets. Meanwhile, Marcus had found my clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub, driving me closer to the edge.

Their movements grew more urgent, their breaths hot against my skin. Richard's teeth grazed my nipple, sending a shiver through my body. Daniel's thumb began to circle my clit, matching the pace of his fingers inside me. Marcus's tongue was relentless, lapping and flicking until I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building. I looked up to see Adrian watching us, his cock in his hand, stroking himself slowly. The sight was too much, and I felt the dam break.

"Oh, God," I moaned, my back arching off the bed. My muscles tightened around Daniel's fingers as the orgasm crashed over me, wave after wave of pleasure. They all watched as I came, their eyes filled with lust and satisfaction.

"You're such a good baby," Richard murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Your pussy smells so sweet." His words sent another jolt of arousal through me, and I felt myself growing wetter. Daniel slid his fingers out of me and brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply. "Mmm," he said, licking them clean. "And you taste just as delicious."

Marcus leaned back, his eyes gleaming with appreciation. "Look how beautiful she is, all flushed and trembling for us," he said, his voice filled with awe. "Her pussy is a work of art." He kissed the inside of my thigh, his beard tickling my skin as he worked his way up.

"So sweet," Daniel added, his voice thick with desire. He licked his lips, which were still glistening from my arousal. "Like the ripest peach."

Their words filled me with a heady mix of power and vulnerability. I felt boneless as they positioned me, Daniel lay underneath me, as I straddled his hips. His hard cock nestled against my dripping entrance. Marcus took his place behind me, his cock sliding along my folds and pressing against my ass. Meanwhile, Richard offered his thick length to my mouth, and I eagerly took him in, suckling and licking, the taste of myself still on him.

Adrian’s hands caressed my back, his thumbs tracing circles around my nipples, sending shivers down my spine. The sound of the lube bottle opening was a stark reminder of what was to come. Marcus leaned in closer, his beard brushing against my ear. "You've never felt a cock in your ass, have you, baby?" His voice was low, almost a growl. The anticipation made my body quiver.

I took a deep breath and whispered, "No."

Marcus's hand stilled, and the room grew silent. Daniel's eyes searched mine, his thumb stroking my clit with gentle concern. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, my voice breathless. "Yes, I'm okay. Please, I want this." The word 'Purple' lingered on my tongue, a silent reminder of my control in this situation. Rachel's advice echoed in my mind, and I felt a flicker of comfort knowing I had the power to stop this at any moment.

They exchanged knowing glances, their faces a blend of excitement and lust. Marcus's touch grew more deliberate, the lubricated tip of his cock pressing against my tight hole. I took a deep breath and leaned forward, my hands planted firmly on Daniel's chest as I took Richard's length back into my mouth. I felt Marcus slowly press against my tight puckered hole. The pressure grew, my body stretching to accommodate the new sensation.

The moment the head of Marcus's cock slid in, I moaned around Richard's shaft, the sound vibrating through him and into my mouth. Richard's hand tangled in my hair as he began to thrust gently, setting a rhythm that matched the pace of Marcus's slow invasion. Each stroke into my ass brought a new wave of pressure, a feeling so intense it was almost painful. Yet, the pleasure grew, mixing with the fullness of Daniel's cock in my pussy, creating an explosive sensation that had me see stars.

Adrian watched with eager eyes as I moved my mouth between Richard and him, his hand stroking my cheek, urging me to take him deeper. I switched between the two, feeling their cocks swell and pulse in response to my attentions. Their hands roamed my body, caressing and pinching, sending waves of pleasure through me with each touch. I lost myself in the symphony of sensations—the taste of their arousal, the feeling of their cocks in my mouth, pussy and ass, the way my body stretched and accommodated them.

My eyes fluttered closed as Daniel's cock grew thicker, his breathing growing ragged. I knew he was close, his grip tightening around my hips as he thrust up into me with increasing urgency. The pressure inside me built until I couldn’t hold it back any longer. With a final groan, Daniel filled me with his hot cum, the sensation sending me into another shuddering orgasm.

"Good baby," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble against my skin as he kissed my neck. "So good, taking us all in." His praise had my cheeks flushing even more, and I felt a strange sense of pride swell within me.

As Daniel's cock slipped from me, leaving my pussy feeling empty, Marcus slid his arms around my waist, pulling me back against his firm chest. His cock remained buried in my ass, still moving in that slow, steady rhythm that had me panting. I leaned back into him, my eyes fluttering closed as the pleasure built anew.

The burn in my ass was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that made my toes curl. Each stroke seemed to reach deeper, filling me in a way that was almost too much to handle. Yet, with every gentle praise that fell from Marcus's lips, the pain transformed into something exquisite.

"Are you ready for the next Daddy?" Adrian's voice was a soft rumble, his fingers finding my clit once again. He began to rub in slow circles, teasing and building the heat within me. "Do you want another cock in your sweet, tight pussy, baby girl?"

I moaned, the sound muffled by Richard's cock, and nodded frantically. Adrian slid beneath me, his body moving with the grace of a predator. The mattress dipped with his weight, and I felt his cock, slick with my saliva and his pre-cum, press against my sensitive folds. I whimpered as he began to ease himself inside me, the feeling of being filled so completely was unlike anything I had ever experienced. He and Marcus found a rhythm as Marcus slid in and out of my stretched ass and Aidan started to fuck my pussy.

Their movements grew more forceful, their hips slamming into me in a synchronized dance of pleasure and pain. The bed rocked back and forth with the force of their thrusts, the headboard banging against the wall in a steady, rhythmic beat. Each man took his turn filling me, their cocks stretching and pounding into me with an intensity that had me gasping for air. The burn grew with every stroke, but so did the pleasure.

It was as if my body was rewired, each sensation amplified by the presence of the other. The fullness in my pussy was matched by the tightness in my ass, and their hands were everywhere—gripping my hips, squeezing my breasts, stroking my clit. The sounds of their grunts and moans filled the air, mixing with the slap of skin and the wet sounds of my body being used so thoroughly.

Marcus' grip on my hips grew tighter, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, his breath hot against my neck. "You're going to make Daddy cum." His voice grew hoarse with desire, and I felt him swell inside me.

Suddenly, with a roar of pleasure, he exploded, his cock pulsing deep within my ass. The sensation of his hot cum filling me was like nothing I had ever felt before, and it sent me hurtling over the edge again. I screamed, my pussy clamping around Aidan's cock, my body convulsing with the intensity of the orgasm.

As Marcus slowly withdrew, the warmth of his release slipped out, trailing down the crack of my ass and pooling on the bed beneath me. I felt a strange sense of satisfaction, mixed with a hint of vulnerability, as I felt the warm drip. Richard gently pulled out of my mouth, his cock glistening with my saliva. He wiped his hand across my chin and chuckled, a dark, predatory glint in his eyes. "Looks like my little angel has been warmed up for me," he murmured.

He moved closer to me on the bed, his cock standing tall and proud, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. The other men looked on with hooded gazes, their chests heaving with their own recent release. Richard's confidence was palpable as he took my chin in his hand and tilted my face up to look into his eyes. "Are you ready for me, baby girl?" His voice was a velvet purr that sent a shiver down my spine. "I'm going to fuck this tight little ass of yours until you can't walk straight."

I swallowed hard, the taste of their cum still coating my mouth. I looked up at him, with wide eyes. He cocked a brow waiting as I reminded myself that I could use my safe word and leave. My ass already burned, my jaw ached from sucking from two huge cocks and Aidan continued to pound into my swollen wet pussy. I took a deep breath, reminding myself of my power, and whispered, "Yes, please, Daddy."

With a predatory smirk, "That's my good baby girl." Richard positioned himself behind me, his cock lined up with my still-sensitive hole. He gripped my hips tightly, and with one smooth motion, he pushed himself in. The sensation was intense, the pressure almost unbearable. I could feel the stretch and burn as he filled me completely, his cock sliding against Marcus' cum still lodged inside me.

The gasp that escaped my lips was one of shock and pleasure as Richard began to move, his strokes deep and demanding. Each thrust sent a jolt through my body, the pain morphing into something exquisite. The room was filled with the sound of our bodies colliding, the slap of skin, and the grunts of the men as they took their pleasure from me. Daniel's hands gripped my breasts, kneading them gently as he whispered words of encouragement into my ear, his own cock hardening again.

And then, as if reading my thoughts, Daniel dipped his head and took one of my nipples into his mouth, suckling it with an expertise that had me arching my back and crying out. The sensation was overwhelming, a sweet agony that sent shock waves through my entire being. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, and I felt the tension coil even tighter in my belly. The feeling of his mouth on me, the warmth of his breath against my skin, was almost too much to bear.

Marcus took advantage of the distraction, his hand snaking between Aidan's cock and my pussy. His fingers found my clit, which was already swollen and sensitive from the previous attention. He began to rub it in slow circles, his touch feather-light but oh-so precise. The added sensation was like a bolt of lightning, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

As Richard's cock pistoned in and out of my ass, Aidan pounded my pussy, Marcus rubbed my clit and Daniel suckled my breasts, I felt myself slipping into a place where the outside world didn't matter. All that existed was the pressure and fullness, the sweet ache that grew with every thrust. My mind started to drift, my body no longer my own but an instrument for their pleasure. The pain and pleasure melded into one exquisite sensation that had me floating on a cloud, a place where only the four of them existed.

Their grunts and groans grew louder, their breaths coming in harsh pants. Sweat slicked our bodies, making our skin stick together as we moved in a symphony of desire. I could feel Richard's cock thicken inside me, his grip tightening on my hips as he picked up the pace. "I'm gonna cum," he growled, his voice a mix of pleasure and urgency. "Cum for Daddy, baby."

My body responded to his command, the orgasm building like a crescendo. It was as if every nerve ending was on fire, each touch, each stroke, each plunge sending me spiraling closer to the edge. I was so deep in subspace that every word sounded like it was being spoken through a tunnel, distant yet all-consuming. The world outside the hotel suite didn't exist, just the four of us and the sounds of passion echoing off the walls.

Aidan's thrusts grew erratic, his cock hitting that perfect spot deep within me that had my toes curling and my eyes rolling back. Marcus's fingers danced over my clit, a maestro conducting an orchestra of pleasure. Daniel's mouth moved to my other breast, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. Richard's grip was like iron, his cock claiming my ass as his own.

The crescendo grew louder, the symphony of pleasure reaching a fever pitch. I threw my head back, a keen wail escaping my throat as the orgasm crashed over me. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt, a wave of pure ecstasy that seemed to go on forever. I could feel Richard's cock pulsing inside me, his release adding to the overwhelming fullness that made my eyes water.

The warmth of their cum filled me, the sticky mess a testament to their pleasure. Their grunts grew closer together, and I knew they were all on the edge. Daniel's teeth sank into my nipple, sending a bolt of sensation that had me tightening around Richard's cock. The sting of pain mixed with the intense pleasure, a heady cocktail that had me writhing and begging for more.

Aidan's eyes locked onto mine, and with one final, deep thrust, he released a guttural groan. I felt him fill me, his warmth spreading through my pussy. He stilled beneath me, his cock twitching as he emptied himself into me. The sight of his face contorted with ecstasy, the feel of his release inside me, pushed me over the edge again. I screamed, my body convulsing with pleasure as another orgasm ripped through me.