Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  Nothing could be done about that though, I had to play my cards as they had been dealt. I took a deep breath and tried to remember everything I’d heard about Adam Tobin. In preparation for the interview process I’d done my own research, but everybody knew the basic facts. Born poor in Ohio to a Polish immigrant father and American woman he first became known to the world at large as an eighteen year old who took the World Amateur Boxing Championship by storm, knocking out all opponents in the heavy weight division within the first three rounds then shocking the world by not going pro.

  Instead he started a business out of his parents’ garage focusing on security issues involved with the new technology beginning to sweep the world, the internet, while the man he beat to a pulp in his last match went on to become the heavyweight champion. Powering through the dot-com bubble burst of the late nineties/early two thousands, Tobin Enterprises became a household name in internet security boasting an unsurpassed record of being nigh on unassailable.

  Governments, multi-nationals and households around the world used his hardware and software. Campaigning senators begged him for money and he made presidents. Some said he should run for office himself. Competitors were absorbed or obliterated by the free market. The world was at his feet by the time he turned 35 and he was a billionaire by the time he was 38.

  He was notoriously unwilling to divulge personal information so not much was known about the man himself, but women around the world were glad to see he had kept his hard boxing physique without ever taking a serious beating and ruining his good looks. I had even found myself staring at his pictures on the internet when I should have been doing more preparation for my interviews. His blue eyes had seemed to stare out at me from my computer screen and I’d wondered what he was really like.

  It was slightly depressing to go to college, work your ass off and get a degree with honours and find yourself applying for a call centre job, but it was well known that if you wanted to work in the IT security industry you got a job with Tobin Enterprises no matter what. Even if it meant becoming a janitor, you needed to get your foot in the door somehow. Tobin Enterprises was the only game in town, the only one that mattered anyway.

  The digital readout above the doors read ‘84’ and the sense of movement slowed and halted before the doors slid open almost silently. Christine stepped out and I followed her again.

  “Sit.” She said and pointed at a chair.

  I had been expecting a luxurious full floor penthouse/office, but we were in a small reception area with a door leading off the side and a few chairs in front of a coffee table littered with some current magazines. A desk that I presumed belonged to Christine was situated on the opposite wall from the elevator, directly in line with the doors. On the wall behind the desk was the Tobin Enterprises logo.

  I sat in the chair Christine had indicated as she knocked on and went through the door, closing it behind her. I took the opportunity to retie my dark blonde hair in a ponytail, to make sure there were no stray strands. My hands were shaking, making the routine task almost insurmountable.

  I heard a soft click and the door opened, I could see Christine’s face through the gap.

  “Come through now, Jenny.”

  I stood and walked through the door, and was met by the luxury I had expected coming out of the elevator. Marble floors, expensive artwork and fashionable furniture were all present, but my attention was drawn to the man walking towards me. Seeing people on television and in pictures can be misleading. For example, I didn’t realise quite what it meant to have a heavyweight boxer’s physique.

  As he stood over me I realised for the first time the sheer presence being six foot four and two hundred and forty pounds gave a person.

  “Jennifer Murphy?” he asked and shook my hand. I felt like a ragdoll, his powerful grip shaking me as much as his piercing blue eyes. No wonder his business had succeeded, how could anybody ever disagree with him?

  “Yes, sir.” Was all I could get out.

  “Adam Tobin.” He said, as if I didn’t know. “Come have a look at the view.”

  He turned and walked to the windows behind his desk, with me following like a lost puppy. The windows ran from the floor to the ceiling, giving a beautiful and unobstructed view of the city. I shuffled as close to the windows as I dared, I’ve never spent much time being afraid of heights but the closer I got to those nearly completely transparent panes of glass the less sure of my footing I became. It was like suddenly realising you were flying hundreds of feet above the ground, but not being sure of what was keeping you from plummeting to the earth.

  “Just look at that. It’s wonderful, isn’t it?” Adam said, stepping behind me.

  “Yes, it’s beautiful.” I agreed, wondering what he was doing standing so close but not able to do anything but look at the view as he commanded. The smell of his aftershave gently wafted around me and I found myself taking a deep breath, hoping he didn’t notice.

  “You think working in a call centre is beneath you, don’t you, Jennifer?” he asked suddenly.

  “No, sir.” I responded immediately, still unable to turn around.

  “I’m not stupid, Jennifer. There used to be a time when I could interview and hire everybody personally, but these days I rely on Christine to bring people to my attention whom I might find… interesting.”

  My heart began beating harder and I swallowed as I continued looking out the window. I wanted to step backwards away from that drop, but he was so close, what would he do? I almost didn’t care.

  “So I’ll ask again. You think working in a call centre is beneath you, don’t you Jennifer? Don’t lie to me.” He said.

  “Yes, sir.” I admitted.

  “So why did you try so hard to get this job?” he asked.

  “The main focus of my studies was data encryption, I worked hard and it’s what I want my career to be. Tobin Enterprises is the only company that can take me where I want to go. I would have done anything to get my foot in the door.”

  “Anything?” he said, and took a half step forward. He was so close now I could feel his body heat through the relatively thin material of my shirt. Even without looking at him his presence was almost overwhelming. He was a man who knew what he wanted, and always got it. I knew the word he was waiting to come out of my mouth, and I was powerless to stop it.

  “Anything.” I said and stepped backwards away from the window, first my ass and then my body pressing against his. I stayed there, waiting to see what he would do. He reached up with his hand and gripped my ponytail, jerking my head back roughly until I was looking up at him. I felt his other hand grip one of my breasts and squeeze, hard. I gasped and he leaned down, kissing me forcefully while my mouth was open in surprise.

  Our lips parted with a loud squelching sound, leaving me almost breathless.

  “Yes.” I managed to pant out as he moved his hand from my hair to grope my other tit, pulling my upper body against him. I pushed up on the tips of my toes to bring my ass level with his crotch and pressed backwards as I returned to the soles of my feet, feeling gratified as I felt a hardening in his pants slide along the crack of my ass, clothed though we both were.

  His strong hands continued roughly squeezing and kneading my chest, almost to the point of pain. Nobody had ever been so forceful with me before, all my previous lovers had been so gentle. There was something animalistic and primal about the forceful urgency conveyed by his incredibly powerful body, like he was some creature at the top of the food chain that was unstoppable. I was swept up in his passion, my own willpower left somewhere far behind.

  Leaving my breasts throbbing slightly he gently undid the buttons to my shirt in sharp contrast to the lack of care he had taken with my body. With both hands he slid the garment back and off, letting it fall to the floor.

  “Turn around.” I heard his deep voice command.

  I slowly turned to face him, looking up into his penetrating eyes once more as he looked back down on me. It was like his eye
s saw everything, there was no hiding or escape possible, even if I wanted it. I pushed my chest out towards him hoping he would assault them again, there was something about being the focus of such power and hunger that was hardening my nipples and I wanted it to continue. Instead I felt him grip my ponytail again and he wrapped its length around his hand twice, firmly controlling my head. He pulled me close and my chest squashed against him.

  “Do you think I brought you here to whisk you off your feet like you’re some kind of princess, Jennifer?”

  “No.”

  “No, what?”

  “No, sir.”

  “Fucking right, I didn’t. What do you think you’re here for?”

  “To be fucked.” I forced my deepest wish out from between clenched teeth.

  “Close, but wrong. Have another guess. What are you here for?” He said, giving my head a little shake by the hair, which pulled at my scalp painfully. I was silent for a moment, sensing this was a more important question than any I’d been asked in my interviews. There was only one other thing I could think of that he could take from me.

  “Anything you want.”

  “That’s right. And that’s exactly what you’re going to give me, isn’t it Jennifer?”

  Within my mind I had a brief image of a lone soldier representing my ego waving a white flag of surrender in the face of a huge opposing army. I would give him anything he wanted and, to my shame, I would fucking love it.

  “Yes.” I consented and when he narrowed his eyes I added “Sir.”

  Adam stood back up to his full height and my breasts no longer rubbed against him but he retained his strong grip on my hair. He walked back to his desk, half dragging me behind him, and opened a drawer. Pulling out a huge pair of scissors, he showed them to me.

  “You won’t be needing this anymore today.” He said and swiftly cut through my bra between the two cups, underwire and all. My heavy breasts sprung free, no longer restrained, as Adam put the scissors away. He turned back to me and roughly jerked the flimsy material down and off my arms, giving him an unobstructed view of my tits.

  He pinched each of my nipples in turn, rolling them between his finger and thumb and I breathed in sharply with the pain, but at the same time I was relieved to feel that raw need focused on my body again. When he let go and the sting quickly dulled to a warm glow I felt the first tingling sensation in my pussy indicating that I was beginning to get wet. I hoped to god I wasn’t really wrong about getting fucked.

  “Take the rest of your clothes off.” He instructed and I quickly moved to undo the button at the side of my skirt and then pushed down the zip, letting it fall to the floor.

  “Pull your panties down slowly and keep your legs straight.” He said, allowing my head to move downwards while keeping a firm grip on my hair as I pushed my panties downwards, leaving only my stockings as far as clothes were concerned. When my panties were around my ankles he pulled back up slightly on my hair and pressed my face into his crotch with his other hand, rubbing the huge bulge against my cheek and dry humping my face.

  It was almost torture to be so intimately close to his cock, but not have it inside me. I tried to concentrate on the feel of it as much as possible, to get as much detail through his pants as I could. His suit probably cost more than my car, but I just wanted it gone so I could feel that throbbing dick, meet it face to face so to speak. I was as wet as I could ever remember being and he hadn’t even touched my cunt yet.

  Finally he pulled my hair and raised my head back up before unwinding his hand. Without warning he picked me up like I was a bride being carried over a threshold and set me down on his desk. As I was being lowered I saw that Christine was sitting in a chair in front of the desk with her hand down her skirt, rubbing at herself while watching us. Before I could say or do anything I was on my back with my head hanging upside down over the edge facing back towards the windows.

  I couldn’t see Christine anymore, but I knew she would be staring right at my pussy now. I opened my legs without thinking and felt the lips of my little shaven slit part. Christine moaned and I swore I could hear faint wet sounds as she continued to rub at herself. I didn’t have time to think about her though, my attention was brought back to Adam.

  Carefully he took off his shoes and then his pants, folding them neatly and draping them over the back of his chair. Next he pushed down his underwear and freed his monster cock from the constrictive material. It was fully erect but hung forwards as much as up due to its obvious weight. I stared at it apprehensively as he approached me.

  Adam moved forward until he was practically straddling my face. His balls rested on the bridge of my nose and pressed into my eyelids and I could feel his heavy cock lying along the length of my nose and touching my chin. I stuck my tongue out and licked his shaft, unable to see, but feeling him lean forward and then he touched my pussy for the first time.

  With fingers at each side of my slit he pulled outwards, spreading my cunt as wide as it would go. From the other side of the desk I heard Christine moan and the wet rubbing sounds became more frenzied, punctuated by her heavy breathing. Andrew worked two fingers inside me and began to plunge them in and out of my pussy and I squirmed under the thrusts. He had to lean over my entire body to get his fingers in and his cock pressed into my face. I continued licking at the shaft, thankful that he was tall enough to reach my slit.

  Finally he removed his digits and leaned back, restoring my vision with an extreme close up of his cock and balls. He brought his hand to my mouth and forced my lips apart pushing his fingers, dripping with my own juices, into my mouth. Deeper and deeper he pushed until he was pushing my pussy juices into my throat. I struggled not to gag with the sudden invasion, but as my throat was so open due to the position I was in and his fingers were so wet, I managed it.

  I tasted myself on him as he slowly pushed his fingers in and out of my mouth. I sucked his fingers clean and heard him whisper “Good girl.” Under his breath. When I had cleaned myself off his fingers to his satisfaction, he pulled his fingers back out and once more leaned forward to reach my pussy.

  I felt his hand slide down my neck, over one breast and along my navel, coming to rest on my shaven mound, just above my clit. With his other hand he aimed his fat cock at my mouth. Out of the blue he pinched my clit and sent a mixed shock of pain and pleasure shooting into my body. I began to squeal, but as soon as my mouth was open he shoved his cock in, effectively cutting me off.

  It was the biggest dick I had ever seen outside of pornography, let alone tried to fit inside my mouth. Its girth stretched my lips, which rubbed tightly against the head and shaft as he wasted no time building up speed, roughly face fucking me and using me for his own pleasure. My mouth was being fucked so roughly I was amazed I had any concentration to spare for my cunt as I felt Adam’s fingers begin rubbing at my clit.

  Adam’s cock hammered at the back of my throat like it was some kind of battering ram knocking down a heavy door and I felt trails of saliva mixed with his pre-cum dribble out the side of my mouth and make their way slowly up my cheeks, eventually being soaked into my hair. His fingers never stopped moving on my clit and I felt my orgasm building slowly at first, but picking up pace quickly.

  From the other side of the desk I heard Christine suddenly moan loudly and pant heavily as she brought herself off while looking at my soaking wet slit, my face impaled by Adam’s cock at the other end. I began to moan around Adam’s shaft as I felt myself approach the edge, the point of no return.

  I felt like I was standing at his window again, but the glass was gone and I was going to fall out. A swarm of butterflies seemed to materialise in my stomach and tickled me lightly, I began to moan louder and louder, so close to cumming. Then, to my dismay and despite my desperate need, Adam’s finger left my clit. I growled my frustration, unable to form words with his huge member depressing my tongue and filling my mouth.

  “Not yet, Jennifer.” He said, dragging his hand back up my navel and over m
y breast, pinching my nipple again. I’m not sure if he knew how close that simple pinch brought me to cumming. Contact with my clit or not, the shock of his rough manipulation sent even more mixed pleasure and pain into my already overstimulated body and added to the fire that was already well stoked by the attention he had given between my legs.

  Both of his hands came to rest on my neck and in the midst of his thrusts into my mouth, he suddenly pushed forward harder and harder, his cock forcing its way into my throat. Previously I had secretly prided myself on my ability to deepthroat, all my boyfriends had said I was the only girl they’d met who could actually do it, but I never thought something of this size would fit.

  My tongue and throat twitched around him, impulsively trying to reject the huge invader stretching me and cutting off my air supply. I raised my hands to his hips and gently pushed in an effort to try and stop him going any deeper, but there was no holding him back, I was going to give him anything he wanted. Inch by inch his cock slid into my throat and I watched his balls descend towards my eyes again until I felt my chin pressing against his body at the base of his erection.

  He held it there for a few seconds and then pulled back, seeming to take forever until the head popped back into my mouth. I gasped for air as he pulled it out past my lips and saw it slick with my saliva, and harder than ever. Seeing it again I couldn’t believe I had taken it all.

  “Deep breath, Jennifer.” He commanded and pushed forward again. I took the biggest breath I could before his cock was at the entrance to my throat again. His hands clamped down on my neck, as if he could make my throat tighter for his erection and he used his grip to pull himself forward, entering my abused throat more quickly this time.

  “Finish her, Christine.” I heard him say and instantly I felt a tongue delve deep into my pussy. I wanted to scream my pleasure, but couldn’t get any sound out of my mouth. Christine, quickly moved her tongue, now coated in my juices, to my clit, lapping at it with an absurdly quick pace, I didn’t know a human tongue could move that fast.