EroticReverie

*commissioned*

Two Days Later

"But why?" Emily whined, sitting on her fathers freshly made bed. 

Paul gave her a stern look and Emily's brows furrowed.

"I don't want to." She said quietly.

Paul rolled up his shirt sleeves and gave her the same stern face. 

"We've talked about the Emily." he says, he voice growing agitated. 

"I know, but, I said no before...that I didn't want to..." she says meekly, looking down when her father gives her a tight lipped glare. 

"It's not up to you...you'll do as your told...am I clear?" Paul asked.

"...yes" Emily said almost inaudibly, picking at the white lace babydoll dress lingerie Paul had picked out for her. 

"Speak up, and look at me." he growled. 

Emily lifted her eyes to him and nodded. "Yes sir." she said. 

"Now put on a smile....these guys paid good money." he says as he turns and leaves the room. 

When he comes back upstairs, he brings with him two men. Both seeming to be even older than her father, Emily, swallows and forces her smile. 

"Hi, I'm Emily." she says, pushing up off the bed. 

Both men grin at her, look at each other, then to Paul with a satisfied nod and their eyes go back to Emily, both give her the up and down look, appraising their little purchase. 

They take in her pretty face, take in the bouncy, pigtails she has, one on each side of her head, up high, the loose curls swaying as she walks up to them. 

then they take in her rack. The babydoll dress she has on, has thin lace straps hanging on her smooth shoulders, and fits her bust tightly. The guys, able to see her nipples through the white lace that clings to her chest. A satin bow ties around it, right below her chest, and then the rest of the little dress, falls down loosely, a sheer white, see through, and they can see her tight little body through it , her navel, and then at the bottom hem, more lace circles the bottom of the baby doll dress, and they see her tiny white panties beneath it. the bottom of the lingerie, coming just below her pussy. 

A sly grin comes across one of the men's faces. He reaches out , Emily gasps, as his hand cups her, directly on her cunt. 

"And I'm Clint...nice to meet you Emily" he says. 

Emily forces a giggle, which comes out nervously.

Paul crosses the room, and sits in a chair in the corner of the room. 

As Clint, keeps his hand between her legs, he reaches the other out, grabbing her waist, groaning as he pulls her closer. 

"And I'm Hank" the other guy says , flipping one of her curls in his fingers , his eyes looking at her hair as he practically salivates. 

"N-nice to meet you both" Emily musters up the courage to fake it. 

"Oh, the pleasure is ours.....surely." Hank says, dropping his hand to her shoulder, his fingers grazing the strap of lace and then slides his fingers down her arm, and Clint rubs her pussy , still cupping it, his hand on her waist. 

"Your skin...is so soft" Hank says as he leans down, kissing her shoulder, Emily shivers, feeling his mustache against her skin, his fingertips gently gliding back up her arm. 

Paul watches as Emily forces her smiles, and thanks the old man for his compliment, as the other, grabbing her cunt slides his hand up her stomach, up under the nightie and grabs her breast. 

Paul smirks to himself, watching his daughter gasp, enjoying the way these old perverts are enjoying his barely legal little girl. 

Clints hands are both on her breasts now, groping, squeezing, unable to contain his excitement of the young teen body before him, all his , to touch, to kiss, to lick, to bite, to fuck, to do with as he pleases. The price was steep, but he's already decided it was worth it. 

Hank, is still kissing back and forth over Emily's shoulder, and he's behind her now, sliding both hands up and down her arms slowly. Emily is confused by how slow Hank is moving, compared to the greedy hands of Clint. 

Her nipples grow hard as Clint rubs them, passing his thumbs over them. 

"You like these nice big breasts touched sweetheart?" Clint asks, his hands groping her harder. 

Emily swallows and nods. Her ponytails swaying slightly. 

"Y-yes" she says. Which, wasn't a lie, she just didn't like them played with by weird old men, that smelled like peppermint and her grandpas aftershave. 

"Well, I like touching them.....they're very nice sweetheart" he says, squeezing them. 

"Thank you" Emily swallows, fighting the urge to glare at this old man who was touching her and calling her sweetheart. 

"Does it make your pussy wet, having them played with?" the man asked with a smirk and he leaned in, Emily fought the urge to wince and pull away. 

She let his old, sloppy mouth kiss her. 

It was too wet, and she wanted to gag as his tongue pushed sloppily into her mouth. Clint groaned, his hands slipping down, grabbing Emily's waist and then down, and to her ass. 

He kissed her messily and Emily, somehow allowed herself to try to kiss him back, her tongue gliding over his, as he just wildly assaulted her mouth. 

Emily was sure this was going to be the worst kiss she would ever have in her entire life. 

Hank behind her, grabbed at the lace straps and pulled them down from her shoulders slowly, against kissing her shoulders. Emily thought that maybe he had some weird shoulder fetish. 

When he pulled it down enough, that her tits were exposed. Clint pulled back and looked at what Hank had uncovered for them both. 

"OH sweetheart...you're beautiful" Clint said and his mouth went down to her left breast, Hank slipped around the side. and leaned down, to take the right. 

Both of them with a hand on her back, as Emily leaned back, feeling their wet mouths , kiss, suck, and lick her breasts. 

Paul sat watching from the corner of the room, he rubbed the insane hard on in his pants as he watched two men old enough to be his father, suck on his daughters tits. 

"You remind me of my grand daughter..Jackie." said Clint, the fast mover. 

"She's not as endowed as you though." Clint says and groans, as he goes back to sucking at Emily's nipple, his sloppy mouth, soaking her entire breast with his saliva, as he sucks her breast all over, and licks every inch of it. 

Hank cups the breast he's working on and Emily shivers when his teeth send a piercing pain through her nipple. 

"Ow" she yelps quietly. 

"Mmm" Hank groans, letting go and kissing her nipple. "Sorry sweetie" he says and then stands up straight, sliding his hand behind her neck. 

Emily again fights to pull away as his mouth comes to hers to "Apologize"

If Emily had to compare, Hank, wasn't much better at kissing than Clint. With Clint being a 0, Hank was a .5, only for the fact his didn't suck on her whole mouth like a fish. 

She wished he'd go back to sucking her tits, at least that she could somewhat enjoy. 

Clint pulled her nightie down the rest of the way, letting it pool on the floor. He also, pushed her panties down. 

Emily was still letting Hank kiss her, when her panties fell to her ankles and then Clint grabbed her from Hank, quite aggressively and pulled her tiny frame to his. 

"Why don't you help us get undressed sweetheart" Clint says as Emily nods, and reaches for the his shirt buttons. 

Clint, grins, grabbing her hands and lowering them. 

"I've got the shirt....you work on my pants" he says and Emily smiles nervously and nods, she lets Hank turn her face back to him, he kisses her, as he takes one of her hands and guides it to his own belt buckle. 

Clint groans in anticipation and Emily works both of their buckles, her fingers scrambling. 

Paul grows even more aroused watching his daughters big tits hang perfectly on her chest, her hard nipples poking out as she works at undressing both men, like the good little slut he instructed her to be. 

As both men pulls their shirts off, Emily is working on their zippers.

Then both guys grabs their pants , pushing them down. 

Emily grabs both of them through their briefs , hoping, stupidly, that if she perhaps gets them off before they even have the chance to remove their underwear, she wont have to let them inside her. 

Clint takes her mouth from Hank, shoving his invasive, aggressive tongue back into her mouth. Emily, strokes each of them through their briefs, and finds that Clint's size seems average, and Hank's seems underwhelming. But she's thankful for it, because it means, they won't hurt as much as her fathers cock, or the group of guys that gang banged her just a few days ago.

"Don't be shy...take it out and play with it sweetheart" Clint says and pushes Emily down by her shoulders. 

Emily gulps, and almost wonders if she'd rather they just fuck her instead of making her suck their cocks. 

Emily forces back her face of disgust as she goes to lower his briefs.

"That's all for you sweetheart" says Clint as his cock springs free, and Emily's eyes jump over to hank's as he pulls his own briefs down. 

"We paid for the works sweetie....so get to work" Clint says. 

Emily looks to her father briefly and then back to the cocks in front of her, she raises her hands, gripping both, and stroking. 

Each man reaches down, flicking her ponytail, playing with them, twisting the curls in their fingers. 

"Your mouth sweetheart....put your mouth on it....suck it like a big yummy lollipop" Clint says and Emily feels her stomach turn, but managers to open her mouth and she drags her tongue up along the shaft of Clint's cock, while holding his base and up over his head. 

"Mmmm, yes sweetheart...lick it first....good girl." Clint groans 

He grunts, when Hank steps closer, and gently tugs Emily's ponytail on his side and she turns her head and does the same to his. 

"That's it sweetie....now suck it..." Hank says. 

Emily does as she's told, and wraps her mouth around Hank's cock, and she sucks just the tip, even though she knows she can manage the whole thing. 

Hank pulls her ponytails towards him, making her take it all and Emily barely gags. Hank groans.

"Good girl , sweetie" he groans and then Clint grabs her chin, pulling it, her mouth gasping as she's moved to Clint's cock. 

"Be fair sweetheart...don't forget about me.." he says and grabs her face and shoves his cock over her lips, and Emily parts them, and wraps her lips around his cock as he shoves it in.

Clint groans loudly, and Emily gags this time, his cock is just enough for her to choke on. 

Paul is thankful at least one of them can make his little slut gag. He enjoys watching her struggle, watching her pretty mouth drool when she can't handle it. 

"You like my lollipop Emily?" Clint groans. 

Emily internally wants to screams at how creepy Clint sounds. But she moans an mhmm while sucking his cock, because she's already realized, men are nicer, when you're more agreeable to the things they want to do to you. Gentler even. 

Clint doesn't prove her wrong, he fucks her mouth, but not aggressively, but then she wonders at his age if he even could, maybe that's why his cock isn't abusing her throat, maybe that's why his hands are gently guiding her mouth, instead of mercilessly fucking it her father and those other guys did a few days ago. 

"Kiss it sweetheart" Clint groans. Emily pops his cock out of her mouth and brushes her lips over the head and down the side, and kisses his cock. 

Hank tugs her ponytail once again, and Emily takes his cock back in her mouth and sucks him faster than Clint made him suck her. Hank groans and curses and Emily feels it, the warm, salty load on her tongue and in the back of her mouth as Hank empties himself into her mouth. 

Clint chuckles. "She's got a nice little mouth, doesn't she?" he asks his friend who is regretful at how soon he blew his load, and groans moving to the side after Emily removes her mouth from him. 

Hank sits on bed, resting, collecting himself as Clint takes back Emily's mouth.

"It's all mine now sweetheart" he groans and wraps her pony tails in his hands and fucks her mouth slowly. "Stay just like that...let me fuck that pretty mouth" 

Emily keeps her mouth open, wrapped around his cock, but lets him fuck her mouth, not moving her head at all, letting him use her mouth. 

"Oh fuuuuck" Clint groans , then pulls out and shakes his head, he doesnt want to risk cumming yet, incase he cant get hard again, and he wants to get all that he paid for. 

Clint smiles down at Emily, who only blinks up at him, waiting for her next instructions. 

Clint pats the bed. 

"Why don't you get up on the bed, and spread your legs for me...show me your pretty pink muffin" he licks his lips.

Emily fight the urge to scrunch her nose at him calling it muffin. But she gets up and walks to the bed, and sits on the end of it, and pushes herself back onto the bed slightly. 

Without further instruction she spreads her legs slowly, and wide. 

Clint's eyes light up as he leans down and drags his noses along her slit, inhaling. 

"Oh sweetheart....sweetheart.....i'm going to have to taste you" he says and Emily bites her lip, and wonders if his wild tongue will feel better on her pussy, than it did in her mouth.