The Ministers around the room practically fell over themselves to get a piece of me. The air was being punched out of me as Daddy rhythmically thrust in to me, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing throughout the hall beside my small moans.
"Ngh - ngh - just - like - that - Daddy," I moaned each word as his cock filled me up again. Despite having cleaned myself up from the cum-fest of the previous night, the charged atmosphere of finally being fucked in the bright sunshine of the room in front of men I had grown up in front of turned me on immensely, and my thighs were already sticky with my own pussy juices.
"Little slut couldn't stop begging for it last night,' my Daddy laughed, slowing his pace even more, rolling his hips sensually as he pulled on my collar with one hand and steadied my hips with the other. 'Like I said, bit fucking tired from railing her all night-' a few nervous chuckles from the men standing around us - 'so I think I wouldn't mind being warmed whilst some one else fills 'er up.'
With that he spanked my ass and I moaned high and thin. He fucked up in to me one, two, three more incredible times before letting go of my collar and pushing me off of his cock. There was a wet, loud, and obscene sound as his girthy cock slid out of me and I shivered all over. The golden thong that he had pulled aside to fuck me was sopping wet with pussy juices and Daddy's cum; each movement of my thighs spread the wetness around my legs and made my breathing come harder.
I began to bend over, pinching my already hard tits and expecting Daddy to take me from behind, but instead he turned me around by the hips and pushed me between his open legs.
His engorged cock stood proud against his ostentatious clothes, the only naked part of him. It made me feel even more filthy, covered in only a few scraps of silk which were either plastered to my body or intentionally revealing. It made me salivate even more for the thick cock in front of me.
'Please, can I taste your cock Daddy? Haven't tasted it for too long - pl-please can I make you feel good?' I dropped onto all fours and arched my back, looking up at him with tears of pleasure clinging to my lashes. I could feel the air on my ass, especially on the wetness between my thighs, and the phantom touch of men who were not sure where to begin. Daddy laughed, languidly stroking his cock a few times and collecting some of the precum that beaded at the tip.