Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  “But that advice has its limits,” Richmond continued, “I hope you’re not with this beautiful young lady just to get at Mason Alexander?”

  “Not at all, she’s tight…”

  I’m sure I paled as Corbin cleared his throat and started again.

  “She’s quite the catch in her own right.”

  “I’m sure she is, son, I’m sure she is. Anyway, here’s my card. Like I said, don’t be a stranger.”

  The President-hopeful fished around inside his jacket and handed Corbin a business card before he and his wife nodded to each of us and headed to the dance floor. Corbin bunched the card up into a ball and shoved it into his pocket before hurriedly getting his hand back under my dress to hold on to my hip again.

  I couldn’t believe how hot I was from getting fucked while mingling in such high social circles, when Corbin resumed his subtle hip movements I was happy to find that I was just as close as ever to my orgasm. Once more I felt his hot breath on me as he told me some words I was happy to hear.

  “I’m going to cum inside you, Tiffany, I can’t hold back much more…”

  “Do it, baby, I want it,” I said.

  I squeezed at his cock with all my might as he began thrusting into me as fast as he dared under the circumstances. I gripped him so hard that every inch of movement inside of me was hard-fought and well-earned, bringing with it such pleasure as I hadn’t felt since he had first fucked me with my vibrator in my ass.

  The head of Corbin’s dick seemed to swell even more and I knew that the very next thrust would bring a huge splash of semen with it. The idea of the multi-millionaire’s seed inside me was enough to bring my own climax into fruition and when Corbin finally did slide into me once more, my pussy was already fluttering with the first wave of my orgasm.

  My knees began to wobble as the absolute bliss overwhelmed me, I honestly thought that if I hadn’t have been impaled on Corbin’s manhood, I would have crumpled to the ground. I couldn’t help but moan a shuddering affirmation of my pleasure, feeling the hard dick inside me erupt with cum, so hot in my teen tunnel.

  My orgasm went on and on, as Corbin filled me with a huge load, until at last we stood panting and sweaty, him against the wall, me against him. We’d done it again, and once more I felt the worry about my future creep into my thoughts. What were we going to do?

  I felt Corbin slowly slide his still hard cock out of my pussy and then the difficulty he was having trying to stuff it back in his pants. I was about to giggle when a torrent of mixed semen and teen girl juices began running down my leg.

  “Pull up my panties! Pull them up!” I squealed quietly.

  Corbin did, but not before I felt a huge amount of his seed escape my slit and join in a river that ran from my sex all the way down to my shoe. I hoped the night was nearly over, I would do my best to clean myself up in the bathroom here at the event centre, but I was going to need a shower as soon as possible.

  When my secret Step-Brother had stuffed his magnificent cock back into his expensive pants, I stepped away and turned around, smiling up at him.

  “That was… really fucking hot,” I said.

  “You’re telling me… what are we going to do, Tiffany?”

  “I don’t know. I’m going to the bathroom, see you back at the table?”

  “OK.”

  I waded through the dance floor, the way to the bathroom was on the opposite side of the room, and I was almost clear when I felt a strong hand come down on my shoulder and a familiar smell waft over me.

  “There you are,” Mason said, his hand gripping my shoulder tightly. “I’ve been looking for you. We’re leaving in ten minutes.”

  “OK, I’ll be ready.”

  “Be sure you are. And one other thing,” he leaned in close, “I’m going to give you the fucking of a lifetime tonight. You’re mine.”

  I gulped.

  “OK.”

  Mason’s eyebrow raised and I knew what he wanted.

  “Yes, Daddy, I’m yours.”

  Mason smiled, the hunger I knew all too well in his eyes, before turning back towards our table. What were we going to do? I didn’t know.

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  Poor Little Rich Girl IV

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  After being presented with the key to the city, billionaire Mason Alexander is in the mood for some hard and unprotected fun, and Tiffany is just the person for the task. And why not? She's already given him her innocence anyway.

  Never mind that she is also falling for the eccentric billionaire's son, Corbin Brant. The confused woman doesn't know what her long-term future holds, but when Mason gets her alone in her room, the immediate future involves her being on her knees or bent over!

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  Pseudo-Incest, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Breeding, Rough Sex, Schoolgirl

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  The ride home in the Limo was intense, to say the least. My legs were still quivering from the passionate, and potentially very public, fucking that Corbin Brant had given me in the shadows next to the dance floor. I’d spent a good ten minutes in the bathroom doing my best to clean myself up, his massive load of cum had leaked all the way down my legs by the time I’d retreated from the room at the event centre where Mason Alexander had received the key to the city in front of a mixed crowd of politicians, celebrities and the generally wealthy.

  I was waylaid on my way to the bathroom by Mason himself who had informed me, in typical no-nonsense fashion, that he was going to give my pussy an almighty pounding when we got home. And why not? As far as he was concerned, he had married my Mother with access to my teen body as a non-negotiable condition of the marriage, he’d provided everything I’d ever dreamed of having and allowed me to completely change my life. There was also the fact that I was pregnant with his child.

  I’d probably have been more than happy screaming “I’m cumming, Daddy!” as Mason rode me to body-shaking orgasm after body-shaking orgasm for many years to come if Corbin Brant hadn’t have burst into my life. Corbin was a self-made multi-millionaire at only twenty three years of age, once we got past a rocky start to our platonic relationship he turned into everything I could want in a man. I realised I was falling for him, hard.

  There were two big problems I was facing in light of all that. First was that Corbin was Mason’s long lost son, it was the most insane circumstance I could imagine. To be caught between two rich and powerful men was far-fetched enough, to have them be Father and Son was almost impossible. Second was that although they were both rich and powerful, Mason was indisputably more so and he was unlikely to ever let me go.

  That’s why the Limo ride was thick with tension, for me anyway. Mason was completely ignoring the key to the city he had just received, instead spending every moment he wasn’t directly talking to somebody else actively undressing me with his eyes. His stare wasn’t like the boys at school, who also liked to look at me now that I wasn’t the poor girl. Oh no, he knew my body in intimate detail, knew exactly what it was like to see a big fat cock pumping in and out of my barely-able-to-accept-it pussy.
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br />   One of the reasons for my rocky start with Corbin was due to how he had made Mason stop paying so much attention to me. Fair’s fair, I can imagine having a twenty three year old man turn up on your doorstep and claim to be your son would be distracting but I had still resented my downgrade on Mason’s list of ‘things-to-do’. Now it looked like, at the present moment anyway, I was first and foremost in Mason’s mind again and I felt myself blush under the intensity of his lust for the first time in weeks.

  It wasn’t fair. Mason and Corbin, why were they both so irresistible? Why did this have to be so God damned complicated? I owed Mason everything, but felt like Corbin was who I was meant to be with. What could I do? Did I have a choice anyway? The way Mason was looking at me made that last question doubtful in the immediate future.

  Corbin looked like he was playing a game of poker, participating in conversation only by way of short purely factual statements, little to no expression on his face. I wondered what was going on in his head, if he was going through anything like the same kind of turmoil I was. I’d thought the word ‘love’ had been perilously close to passing his lips this evening, but looking at him now I felt less certain. He was in the same car as I was, his Father’s intentions written all over his face, yet Corbin was cool as a cucumber. Surely that’s not how you act when you’re in love?

  My Mother was the life of the Limo, carrying the conversation from one topic to another, keeping everybody’s glass full, apparently oblivious to my predicament, the predicament she had put me in when she had decided our new life was worth the price of my virginity. Even though I had agreed with her completely until a week ago, I was still resentful at that particular moment. My certainty about what my future held was fading with every passing second.

  When the Limo pulled up outside Mason’s mansion, he wasted no time ushering me inside. I think he even left the key to the city on the seat when he exited. I only had time for a rushed glance over my shoulder at Corbin, who was staring at the ground about three feet ahead of where he was walking, as I was hurried ahead, his Father’s hand firmly on my ass.

  We were through the front door and Mason had pulled me inside one of his studies, the closest one, in an absolute whirl. Before I knew it, he had the palms of my hands flat on his desk, and was bunching up my dress at the back, revealing my legs as the hem rose while he whispered harshly into my ear.

  “I’ve wanted you all night, Tiffany, I couldn’t wait to get you back here and feel that tight pussy of yours milking my cock…”

  “W-wait…” I stammered

  “What?”

  Mason sounded incredulous, he wasn’t the kind of man you said no to, or even inconvenienced in the slightest if you knew what was good for you. The situation was dire though, I still needed a shower after my exhibitionist activities with Corbin only an hour previous. I had to think on my feet, and quickly.

  “I’ve been dancing all night, I’m feeling a bit sweaty and yucky… can I have a shower first?”

  Mason looked like he didn’t give a fuck about how much I had perspired, because I was about to get a whole lot more sweaty, and possibly covered in cum too. His moment of hesitation allowed me to play my trump card, though, and I did.

  “Please, Daddy,” I turned around and blinked up at him with doe-eyes. “I want to be nice and clean for you.”

  The ‘P’ and ‘D’ words, used in conjunction, did the trick and I saw the expression on his face change from a mixture of annoyance and indifference, to one of lustful anticipation. Mason loved having a clean canvas on which to work his art, be it taking my virginity or having a freshly showered teen girl to make a mess of. He was a skilled artist, though, I wouldn’t have dreamed of denying that.

  “OK, you dirty girl, get up there and don’t take too long. I’ll be in your room soon.”

  I headed towards the door, quick-smart, lest my face betray my relief and a certain degree of smugness at having pulled one over on Mason Alexander, notoriously shrewd negotiator. I supposed I did have the advantage over anybody Mason normally negotiated with though. A sixty four year old CEO of some company being taken over by Mason was unlikely to call him ‘Daddy’ and get away with it, let alone have it help the discussions.

  I quickly stripped down in my room and headed to my ensuite for a shower. Hot water blasted my body from eight different shower heads, plus a movable shower ‘wand’ that I had been very friendly with once or twice in the past. Soon I felt like the confusion and stress of the evening had been scoured out of my body, I began feeling as fresh as my lavender-scented exfoliating shower gel smelled.

  I was even looking forward to the rough sex I knew Mason was going to give me. Feelings for Corbin or not, and regardless of the sensational orgasm he had given me at the event centre, it had been a soft and discreet sex session out of necessity due to where we were. Mason was going to shake my whole body every time he bottomed out in me, I knew it.

  Finally, after losing track of time, I stepped out of the shower and towelled off, mussing up my hair as I dried it. I eyed the hair-dryer for a moment but then decided against it. Tonight, the wet-look would be ‘in’. I wrapped the luxuriously soft bathrobe around myself and tied the belt up in front of me, before opening up the door and heading into my room.

  I wondered how long it would be before Mason arrived in my room and what I should wear for him. I was thinking maybe my old school uniform would be good. My new school didn’t have one, it was full of rich kids who wore expensive designer clothes. However, when I opened the door, Mason was already there, the urgent passion on his face still evident and barely held back.

  “I don’t like to be kept waiting, Tiffany,” Mason began.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy, I…”

  “But you’re worth it.”

  I blushed at the unexpected compliment from the man who already had everything he wanted, and could get more if the whim fell upon him. Mason stood and went to my dressing table, where I had hastily disrobed before my shower, and picked up the rented necklace I had been wearing for the evening’s festivities.

  “Come here. Turn around.”

  I did as he commanded, turning my back to him as he clasped the beautiful white and yellow gold necklace behind my neck. The largest of the five pear-shaped diamond ornaments slipping down the gap between each side of my bathrobe and sitting between the perky curves of my breasts, cold against my shower-warmed skin.

  “You looked like such a princess tonight, Tiffany, true royalty. Maybe I should just buy this necklace for you, nobody else in the world could do it justice.”

  Mason picked something else up from my dressing table and then brushed my hair back, tucking it in over my ears before carefully putting the yellow diamond earrings in, dressing me in jewellery that could easily be exchanged for a nice house somewhere a bit further from the coast.

  My billionaire Step-Father slipped a hand into my bathrobe and cupped my large breast, pulling my body against his as he dipped his head to kiss my neck, his stubble sending pleasurable shivers down my spine as his lips gently sucked at me.

  Mason pinched my nipple lightly and I sucked in air through my teeth as the jolt of sensation was pulsed into my body. With his free hand he caressed my neck and tilted my head up and to the side so he could kiss me deeply on the mouth, rolling my nipple between his fingers again and causing me to moan in the midst of our kiss.

  Pulling the material of my bathrobe to each side, Mason began paying attention to both of my breasts, which I pushed out against his hands. Our kiss went deeper and deeper until my mouth was, at times, as wide as I could open it and I was almost panting for air when he broke contact with my lips.

  I reached behind my body and felt his rapidly hardening cock through his pants, remembering just how amazing it felt when it slammed home inside me as I stared up into his eyes.

  “I love your cock, Daddy,” I said, almost absent-mindedly.

  Mason’s hand probed lower inside my bathrobe as I stroked him through his clot
hes, until I felt his fingertips lightly brush my clit when he let a single digit delve between my folds. I shuffled my feet a few inches outwards, spreading my legs slightly and giving him easier access to my sex, which he stroked like a master musician playing his instrument of choice.

  The rigid shaft of manhood behind me was straining at the pants that held it back like a wild animal whose sole prey was pussy. I could feel his heavy balls through the material and the thought of them slapping against my ass as he pounded me, in conjunction with the caress of his fingers, brought forth an ever increasing presence of my natural lubricants, as if my pussy craved even more attention than it had already received that night.

  I began gyrating my hips, rubbing my clit against the length of Mason’s finger as he hooked the very tip inside the tight entrance of my teen slit and my slippery juices began spreading out between my legs. I moaned quietly, so happy to have such unreserved stimulation of my most sensitive button, not having to hide my pleasure, free to let it all out.

  To my surprise, I felt the stirrings of an orgasm building already, and I realised just how much I had been missing the skilled attention of the older man who had claimed my virginity for himself. No matter what happened, he would always be my first and that’s not a flame that is extinguished easily.

  Mason undid the belt that held my bathrobe on and I bit my lip as his fingers were extracted from between my legs and he pulled the only clothing I was wearing off my shoulders until it was lying in a crumpled heap on the floor between us.

  “Down on your knees. Now,” he said.

  I turned and lowered myself in front of him, the soft folds of the bathrobe providing convenient cushioning for my knees. I raised my hands to expose him but he pushed them away.

  “Hands at your sides, Tiffany. I’m going to fuck your face all the way and you better take it.”