Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  “Wait there. Pull your shirt apart and push your breasts out, I want you to pose for me.”

  I hesitated, but I guessed this was within the limits of what I had agreed to, so nervously did as he said. I gripped each side of my shirt and pulled it apart until my firm teen chest encased in my bra was exposed to his gaze. I took another deep breath and pushed my tits out towards him like a girl I had once seen on the cover of a magazine in a store.

  “Yeah, just like that. God damn you’re sexy, Danielle, you look like you’re built to be fucked. Has anybody ever told you that?”

  “Uh… no,” I whispered, shocked at the language he was using.

  “Well, they should have. Push those tits together.”

  Despite myself, I was kind of flattered by the compliment. I wished Brad had said that to me all those months ago instead of giving me a ring that said he didn’t want to fuck me yet. With slightly more confidence I placed my hands on the outer sides of my chest and pushed inwards creating a deep abyss of teen flesh, cleavage any woman would have been proud of.

  “Like this?” I asked.

  “Yeah. Just imagine my thick cock sliding between those big tits of yours. Peeking out the top with each thrust until you’d squeezed the cum right out of me and it landed all over your neck and hair. Would you like that, Danielle?”

  “No! I… I’m a virgin.”

  One of Mr. Warren’s eyebrows raised and he smiled.

  “What does that have to do with anything? You’d still be a virgin.”

  “But… I’m saving myself for marriage.”

  “That would be a waste, pretty little fuck toy like you.”

  I blushed and averted my eyes. I’d never been spoken to like that before. Boys had always been so nice to me, especially in the last year since my chest arrived on the scene. Some things he said had struck a nerve though, I did want to be a fuck toy, Brad’s fuck toy. Why did he have to give me that stupid fucking ring? Unbidden, the thought of Mr. Warren’s ‘thick cock’ sprung into my mind and I pictured it sliding between the fleshy mounds of my chest just like he said. Oh God, in my imagination it looked so good. I couldn’t help but wonder what it looked like in real life and even though I would never find out the image was definitely turning me on.

  Mr. Warren didn’t say anything for a while, letting the image of his cock between my tits settle in perhaps but when he did speak it was to instruct me to continue to take my shirt off. I did as he asked, releasing my breasts and letting them return to their natural position high and proud in my bra. The last few fastenings came undone under my fingers and my shirt hung loose with my belly button peeking out like a nervous actor between the stage curtains on opening night.

  “Take it off,” he breathed.

  With one last internal apology directed at Brad, I shrugged off my shirt and exposed my upper body to the older man in front of me. I was thankful I didn’t have to take my bra off, even this much was more than any other man had ever seen of me. I was sure there were teachers and students at school that would have sacrificed their first-born for just a few sweet seconds of the image before Mr. Warren.

  I spread my hands in a questioning gesture.

  “Is that enough?” I asked.

  “I don’t think so, Danielle, your body is amazing but it’s not enough to make up for what you did. I think you should do a few more poses for me, unless you want to have come this far and still just end up going to jail?”

  “No! No! I’ll do some poses for you… er… what poses do you want?”

  “Let’s start with that slutty pose you already gave me earlier in the evening, bend at the waist and show me those pretty little white panties of yours again and don’t stand up until I tell you.”

  I cursed myself for teasing him earlier. If I did it before, how could I refuse now? I gulped and slowly bent forward until the tips of my fingers were brushing the ground. The short skirt gave the illusion that my legs went forever but bending over this far was enough to confirm to anybody who could see that they did indeed have an end where the pristine white material cut across the toned flesh of my lower ass like a finish line.

  Mr. Warren walked around and knelt behind me, looking at my tits framed between my knees, his face uncomfortably close to my exposed underwear.

  “No touching…” I reminded him.

  “You’re not the one in charge here, Danielle. Just for that, we’re going to have to go a bit further. Get your ass on that couch.”

  “What are you going to do?” I asked as I stood up.

  “You’ll see. Stop asking questions or this deal is off.”

  The tone in his voice offered no room for negotiation so I shut my mouth and silently cursed myself for making the situation worse as I walked over and sat on the couch.

  “Lay back and put your head over on that cushion. Get comfortable.”

  I looked to where he pointed and then leaned sideways, bringing my feet up and settling in. Looking up at him I saw that his cock was rigid inside his pants, producing a scarily large bulge at the front that was impossible not to notice from my height and angle lying on the couch. Holy shit, how can it be that big? The thought raced through my mind and was gone as quick as it came but left behind a strange sensation between my legs. With a barely-held-back gasp I realised I was getting wet.

  “Drape your left leg over the back of the couch,” Mr. Warren instructed.

  I wanted to protest but clamped my mouth shut, he hadn’t made any moves to touch me yet and I had no evidence to suggest that would change. What I did have evidence for was that protesting made things worse. I raised my leg, which felt like it weighed a ton, and hooked it over the back of the couch.

  “Now put your right leg on the floor.”

  Again I struggled with myself but managed to force my right leg to the side, where I let it drop until my foot hit the floor with a thud. I hoped it wasn’t obvious that my pussy was beginning to leak my sweet honey out through my virginal slit. Glancing down I could see that, with my legs spread as they were, the skirt was nowhere near long enough to cover my most secret place, all that stood between my untouched pussy and Mr. Warren’s hungry eyes was the rapidly dampening material of my underwear.

  My heart was beating so hard that it was making my breasts jiggle almost imperceptibly with each pulse. I began to breathe faster out of nervousness, and saw Mr. Warren’s eyes fixated on my chest, which was rising and falling in time with each inhale and exhale.

  “That’s a good little slut, stay just like that.”

  Mr. Warren exited the room and came back with a chair from his kitchen, which he placed on the floor in front of the couch right by my head. Instead of sitting on the chair he went and knelt down at the side of the couch, between my legs from my perspective. I didn’t have long to wonder about what he was doing down there.

  “Masturbate for me, Danielle, stick your hand down the front of your panties, I want to see you squirming around on this couch and moaning like a whore when you cum.”

  “I can’t do that, Mr. Warren! Not in front of you, please just let me go, OK?”

  “No, Danielle, you’ve pissed me off too much. I’m going to jack off while you masturbate, I deserve a little gratification for the chance I’m giving you to save your future, or would you prefer we do go to the cops?”

  “No… I just… I’ve never… with anybody… um…”

  I wasn’t making any sense, but the whole situation wasn’t making any sense. The way he was speaking to me, taking control, was driving me absolutely wild. If the truth be told, I was almost fighting to keep my hands out of my panties at that point.

  “Deny it all you want, Danielle, but I can see your panties are soaked. I’ve never seen a girl so fucking wet before, your underwear is practically see-through, I can already see your pussy. Just stroke it for me, it’ll feel good and you’ll never have to worry about going to prison. Do it.”

  “Well…”

  I licked my lips with resignation and slid
my hand down my navel, over my skirt and lifted the scrap of material upwards so I had access to my panties. My fingers slid under the elastic, over my neatly trimmed little landing strip and over my clit. I squeaked at the contact, I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t believe how quickly things had gone from nobody ever seeing me naked to me masturbating in front of the middle aged man crouching between my legs. It was so unbelievably dirty and forbidden that it made me even more sopping wet.

  I ran my finger along each side of my slit, down one and up the other, entirely coating it in my own juices, before plunging it inside of myself as deep as I could until I felt the intact barrier of my hymen. I began a steady rhythm, pushing that finger into my tight hole and dragging my juices back out over my clit.

  I tried to close my eyes and think about Brad, but it only made me angry. He would have been lucky to have a pussy as wet and tight as mine wrapped around his cock, I was proud of how firmly my muscles were able to grip at my finger, sopping wet or not. It could have been all for him but he had to go and ruin the night with that ring. Instead, I opened my eyes again, looked at Mr. Warren and felt a spark of pleasure.

  He was staring intently at what I was doing between my legs, his hands hidden from view behind the armrest. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but the motions of his upper arms told me he was jacking off while watching me. I concentrated my efforts on my clit, flicking my finger from side to side as quickly as I could, feeling my orgasm fast approaching. To have the undivided attention of this sexy, experienced, man was stroking my ego as much as my finger was stroking my clit and when he stood up so I could see the huge erection he was sporting it was too much to hold back and my climax shuddered through my body.

  I tried my best to keep my eyes fixed on his glorious cock but, with hips bucking and muscles pulsating, my eyes were forced first to a squint and then tightly shut as I moaned out pure bliss into his living room. A tiny flood of my juices further assaulted the insufficient dam of my panties and I’m sure made a significant wet patch under my ass on the Warren family couch.

  Panting and blind as I was I didn’t realise what the sudden loosening sensation around my chest was at first but then I realised that Mr. Warren had sat on the chair by my head and undone the clasp of my bra from between the cups, exposing my chest to him completely. I was weak from the intensity of my orgasm and as his hands molested my newly naked flesh I half-heartedly tried to push them away while still eking out the very last bit of pleasure that I could between my legs.

  I stopped trying when I realised what wonderful attention he was giving my rock-hard pink nipples, tweaking and rolling them between his fingers and thumbs. He pulled them gently out from my body and temporarily changed the shape of my breasts from reasonably spherical to something more akin to a tent before releasing so they could snap back to their natural positions with a speed and firmness that could only be achieved by breasts as new as mine were.

  I looked over at him with half closed eyes and parted lips, his cock was right there in front of my face, rock hard and pointing straight up his body as he used his hands to grope my chest. I was utterly mesmerised by its perfection, so hard and smooth, glistening with his pre-cum. I couldn’t imagine ever fitting something like it inside my pussy, considering how tight it was on even my finger, but god damn it was exactly what I wanted to picture when fucking a guy my own age with a more average sized dick.

  Mr. Warren noticed I was staring between his legs and smiled. Before I knew what he was doing, one of his hands had left my chest and pulled my own hand out of my panties before placing it directly on his cock and wrapping my fingers around it. My eyes and mouth both opened wide in surprise and fascination as he put his hand over mine and began slowly using me to jack himself off.

  I didn’t know what to do! I wanted to be such a good girl and wait for Brad but the feel of his manly shaft all hard and slippery sliding along my palm and fingers felt so fucking good I didn’t even try to pull away, I just let him use my hand however he wanted. I thought about what it would be like to make him cum. Would his semen blast out and land on my body? Would it just dribble out and flow over my hand as I continued pumping away at him? I realised I desperately wanted to find out.

  “I want you to cum,” I blurted without thinking.

  “Good girl, Danielle. Don’t you worry, I’ve got a huge load of sperm just for you. Where do you want it, little girl?”

  I thought about the options, my hand or my chest, and after only a small amount of deliberation I had my answer.

  “My chest! Please, Mr. Warren, cum on my tits, I need it now!”

  My voice rose in desperation as I continued to jack him off. I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted him to cum all over me, I felt like I was losing my mind in lust. I needed it right that very instant and gripped his head as hard as I could while pumping up and down, pointing the business end right at my breasts.

  “You want it now, Danielle?”

  “Yes! Oh fuck yes!”

  “It takes more than a handjob to make me cum that quick, I’m gonna fuck you and pull out to cum on your tits, OK?”

  I wanted it so fucking much but, even so, his suggested course of action gave me some pause. There would be no going back to Brad after giving my virginity to Mr. Warren, assuming I could even get his girth inside me. All that creamy cum was so close though, I thought about being covered in it in only a few minutes and my mind was made up.

  “Fuck me quick, Mr. Warren!”

  Without any hesitation whatsoever, my employer got on the couch between my legs and pulled my panties upwards. I had to lift both legs up straight for him to get them completely off and when they were gone, I don’t know where they went. He grasped my calves and draped my legs over his shoulders before leaning forward. I could feel my pussy lips gently cradling the thick shaft of his cock as he leaned ever forwards, pressing hard against me until my thighs were touching my breasts and he was looking right into my eyes.

  Never diverting his gaze away from my face, he reached down and I felt his cock momentarily removed from between my labia before making contact again, head first. I bit my lip, suddenly scared about how big he was, about not being able to take him, about not being good at sex.

  “Will you… be gentle?” I whispered.

  “I’ll fuck you like you need to be fucked.”

  With that he slowly pushed forward and my unused pussy parted around him, stretching out further than I would have thought possible until his head was firmly embedded inside me and he placed both hands on my shoulders. Still concentrating on my face as if wanting to etch the image of my moment of becoming a woman into his memory forever, he pushed forward with a short thrust and I felt my hymen give way with only a token resistance.

  I half-gasped and half-screamed at the sudden sensations surging through my nervous system from between my legs. The sharp pain of my virginity being cast aside was instantly replaced by a dull burning feeling as my pussy accommodated a hard dick for the very first time. And what a first hard dick! I’d never imagined feeling so full of cock, like I was going to explode. It was all for me, at that point in time there was nobody in the world with a happier pussy.

  The position Mr. Warren had me in, with my legs over his shoulders, made for some extremely deep penetration. I supposed that with a cock of his size there really were no positions that didn’t mean deep fucking, but as I was having sex for the first time I was in awe of just how far inside me he seemed to go. After an eternity of slowly pushing in, I felt his balls come to rest gently on my ass and knew he had pushed as far as he could go.

  “Is it… good?” I asked tentatively.

  “You have the most incredible tight little pussy I’ve ever felt. Even better than your sister’s.”

  “You fucked Sara?”

  “Oh God yes, so many times.”

  I didn’t know what else to say about it at that moment, and Mr. Warren didn’t seem to really be in a talking mood. He pulled backwards until I fel
t the fat ridge of his cock head brushing at my outer lips again and then pushed all the way in once more, faster this time. Repeating this procedure over and over again it wasn’t long before I was being pounded hard and fast.

  The dull ache of my newly fucked pussy grew into something more and I felt another orgasm approaching. Something was different about this one though. Every climax I’d had in my life had been through frantic rubbing at my clit, but this was coming from somewhere deeper inside me, like a spark had landed on a pile of hay and would soon be an absolute inferno.

  It was getting so close and I felt my pussy begin to contract and release on Mr. Warren’s hammering shaft.

  “Oh my fucking God, Danielle, your pussy is so tight… I’m gonna cum inside you.”

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, I wanted that cum on my tits, not inside me, I wasn’t on the pill! At the same time I was so close to an utterly different orgasmic experience I didn’t want him to stop. What could I do?

  “I’m… not on… the pill, Mr… Warren!” I panted.

  Without even a change in his rhythm Mr. Warren grunted out an assurance that he’d impregnate me with his huge load, my tits would get even bigger and my belly would swell up with a baby. As if to provide an underline to his promise he let out a low ‘Uhhhhhhh’ of ecstasy and release as I felt a huge explosion of hot liquid erupt from the head of his cock, buried so deep inside me.

  The thought of all that creamy semen probably making me pregnant tipped me over the edge of my second orgasm and I let it whisk me away to some high weightless place where I floated around on some unseen current in some unseen ocean. The only feeling was the hot ache of my punished pussy and each jet of cum as it spurted out of Mr. Warren’s thickness.

  When my ecstasy faded and I became aware of my surroundings again I found that Mr. Warren had let my legs slip off his shoulders and he was holding me close, his still-hard dick still buried to the hilt inside me. It felt like a bucket of cum was leaking out of my pussy all over their couch and I almost felt sad that I couldn’t keep it all in. I wrapped my legs around his back and hooked my ankles together, not wanting to move.