I lowered my hands until my fingers were brushing my thighs as Mason unbuckled his belt, undid his button and unzipped his zip before pushing his pants and underwear down at the same time, revealing his huge cock right in front of my face. I couldn’t help but lick my lips, partially in anticipation and partially to help it slide in easier, as I reached for it without thinking.
“Hands down.”
My hands shot back to my sides as if they belonged to him rather than me and I knelt obediently with my eyes turned up to him, waiting to take whatever he would give me. It just wasn’t fair on anybody that this man had been born with the combination of such a powerfully commanding voice and a big cock, what hope did anybody have of resistance? The world was his for the taking, and I wanted to be taken along with it, so very badly.
Mason gathered my hair into a kind of ponytail with one hand, controlling every movement of my head with his strong grip, and aimed his cock at my mouth with the other.
“Open up wide for Daddy, Tiffany, good girl.”
I parted my lips and extended my tongue to meet his advancing manhood, feeling the first contact accompanied by the familiar taste of his pre-cum. The head slid over my slippery muscle and into my mouth before I clamped down on his shaft with my lips and sucked him in even further. I felt the very tip lightly brush the back of my throat before, mercifully, pulling back until the bumpy ridge of the head peeked out again.
Living under Mason Alexander’s roof was like receiving a crash-course in deep-throating, but I was still glad he was starting more slowly than his urgency of earlier had suggested he would. His size and flavour, the very essence of ‘the masculine’ overwhelmed all my sensations. Taste and tactile on my tongue, towering over me as I knelt before him, he dominated my field of vision. His intense stare held my gaze as he penetrated my mouth over and over again, taking his pleasure from me.
“I ought to cum all over that pretty little face of yours, Tiffany,” Mason said. “Would you like that? To feel my hot sperm dripping down your chin on to that necklace?”
Oh fuck yes, I wanted that! I nodded as best I could with his fat cock in my mouth, and Mason began pumping even harder past my lips until every thrust brought forth a squelching sound as he hit the back of my throat. Finally, with his hand still holding my hair at the back of my head, he forced his cock harder into me and I felt it slip down my neck, until his balls were resting on my chin.
My eyes watered involuntarily and a single tear rolled down my cheek as I looked up at him, his entire length buried in my face.
“Oh fuck yeah, take it all the way,”
It was almost impossible to keep my hands at my sides throughout all this, every instinct told me to at least put my palms on his thighs, to maintain some control over how fast and how deep the invading masculine presence could go. Mason was in charge, though. It was up to him exactly how my mouth pleasured him.
When I was just about at the limit of my ability to hold my breath, he relented and pulled the head of his cock into my mouth where I swirled my tongue around it, bringing in as much air as I could through my nose. Mason was still as I recovered my oxygen supplies and pleasured him and, when my breathing had returned almost to normal, he whispered quietly to me.
“Take it again,”
I pushed my head forward, pursing my lips and feeling his shaft slide over them. His saliva-coated cock was remarkably cool from having been out of my mouth for only a couple of minutes and briefly felt like sucking on a popsicle. Mason’s hand was still holding my hair firmly, but he wasn’t pushing, he wanted me to take it all by myself.
His engorged cock head met the back of my throat again and I leaned forward even harder, feeling the moment when it popped into my throat once more and my lips slid down the remaining inches of his shaft until my nose pressed up against him. I was in heaven, the big powerful cock of a big powerful man buried inside me, I couldn’t help but reach for my clit and begin stoking my own fire as I savoured the wonderful feeling of fullness.
“Good girl, Tiffany,” Mason breathed heavily. “I swear your entire body was built for sex.”
I blinked another tear away and let out a soft moan around his cock as he began thrusting in and out of my mouth. I took in what air I could whenever the swollen head popped into my mouth and continued stroking at my clit, feeling my pussy respond to both my own stimulation and the hard face-fucking Mason was unleashing on me.
I raised my other hand to squeeze my own breast, Mason seemed to be too far gone in his own pleasure to remind me to keep my hands at my side anymore. I pinched at my nipple, as he had done several minutes previous, and felt a similar, though less powerful, jolt of bliss shoot into my body. The heavy diamonds around my neck swayed and bumped against my upper chest with every thrust of his massive cock, a reminder of the opulence in which I was getting impaled.
“I’m going to cum inside that sweet little pussy of yours, Tiffany, get on the bed.”
Mason didn’t give me any choice in the matter, extracting his cock from my mouth and ‘helping’ me to my feet by my hair, hurrying me over to the bed half bent over to keep up with his rein-like control of my head. The billionaire pushed me down on top of the covers on my bed and climbed on after me, forcing my head down and my ass up, my shamefully wet slit fully exposed to him.
“You’ve got the tightest, wettest, pussy in the world, Tiffany,” Mason said.
“It’s wet for you, Daddy,” I said, knowing what he wanted and desperate to give it to him.
“Fuckin’ right.”
I felt the tip of Mason’s massive cock pushing my pink petals aside as it advanced against the snug entrance to my teen tunnel. I squeezed my pussy muscles, providing the most token of resistances to my Step-Father’s hard dick, feeling the moment the ridge of his head slipped inside me and my outer labia began gently caressing inch after inch of his shaft as he plunged his length into me to the hilt.
Mason tugged on my hair, raising my head and pulling my entire body against him until he was satisfied that he could not possibly get any more cock inside me, before releasing it and gripping my hips with both hands. My head sank back down and I buried my face in my pillow as he began ruthlessly pounding into my tight slit, the front of his thighs slapping against the back of mine every time.
His strong hands held me in place, there was nowhere to hide from his intense fucking even if I had wanted to. I screamed affirmatives, adding to the cacophony of our bodies meeting over and over again and reached between my legs to continue stroking my clit, feeling myself get pushed ever closer to a mind-shattering orgasm.
Underneath me my breasts wobbled wildly with every thrust of Mason’s cock into my slit and my nipples rubbed against the soft material of my blankets like an extra pair of hands pleasuring me. It was almost more than I could bear, but somehow I wanted more.
“Fuck me harder, Daddy,” I panted.
Mason needed little encouragement to fuck hard and before I knew it I could hardly feel individual thrusts at all, he was like a powerful machine humming potently in my depths. It wasn’t long before a similar buzzing sound drowned out all other noise in my ears as my climax washed over my body. I pressed my face down into my pillow even harder and let out a long, low, moan.
I couldn’t hear myself or the steady slapping of our bodies, it was like I was floating in the pitch black with only my body and some pure primordial essence of pleasure in all of existence. I had expected mind-shattering pleasure, but this was bordering on some kind of drug trip of cosmic proportions.
For the second time since arriving home, I lost track of time. I was a sweaty, panting, mess of exhaustion when my vision cleared and I could feel Mason’s hard-body still slamming against mine as he continued to fuck me at breakneck speed. At some stage during my orgasm I had collapsed flat on the bed, my legs straight out and my feet hanging off the edge. Mason was sucking on my neck again as he continued his pleasurable assault on my sex.
With a sound that was a mixtur
e between a sigh and an expletive, Mason pushed his cock as deep inside me as he could and I felt the first splash of his hot seed on the waiting walls of my vagina. He pulled out nearly the whole way and then thrust it all the way home again and I felt another jet of cum burst from the tip of his cock.
“Mmmm, that feels good…” I whispered truthfully.
One of Mason’s hands roamed all over my body as his thrusts became more sporadic and the volume of semen he was blasting my insides with gradually declined.
Smack!
Mason slapped my ass without warning and I yelped.
“Again,” I said, after a short pause.
Smack!
“You’re a bad girl, Tiffany. You should have a shower and get some rest.”
Mason extracted his still-hard cock from my depths and I felt his seed leaking out of me on to the covers of my bed. I turned my head to see him gathering his pants and walk out of my room and into the hallway without a care in the world about who might be out there.
I was completely unsteady on my feet when I finally stood and made my way back to the shower. The whole situation was utterly confusing, I didn’t know what I wanted anymore. Every time I thought I’d made up my mind and knew what would make me happy, my best laid plans were wiped away by the most incredible sex I’d ever dreamed of, be it from Mason or Corbin. I had no idea what to do.
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My eyes were to bleary from sleep to see what time it was when I heard my door creak open, I panicked for a fraction of a second before I heard Corbin calling my name in a loud whisper.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Tiffany… I can’t go on like this. It kills me for you to be with another man, it’s even worse that I had to hear it.”
I blushed in the dark, thinking of my orgasmic yells from earlier.
“But what can we do?”
“Run away with me.”
“What!”
“Shhhhh. Run away with me, leave all this behind. I’m not exactly homeless myself, you know, I’m not asking you to keep warm around a barrel of burning trash. We could have a good life. You and me, what do you say?”
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Poor Little Rich Girl V
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In this conclusion to the Poor Little Rich Girl series, we learn the answer to the question that plagued ancient philosophers. Can love and millions ever win against power and billions? Either way, with Mason Alexander there is always a price to pay, and he isn't accepting cash.
After running away with Corbin, Tiffany is quickly retrieved and brought back to the house of billionaire, Mason Alexander. It looks like her future involves not much besides taking whatever Mason gives her. If she can't stop squirming... well, there's always the handcuffs.
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Pseudo-Incest, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, BDSM, Breeding, Sex Toy, Schoolgirl
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The path to happiness is strewn with rough sex, impregnation, exhibitionism, all kinds of taboo and kidnapping. Is there an old saying that goes like that? If not, maybe there should be.
My world had been turned upside down ever since my Mom’s marriage to billionaire Mason Alexander. Some of the things that happened were an absolute godsend, some not so much. Coming from a poor background, I’d always had an inherent feeling of worthlessness that had been the bane of my life. I was ‘that poor girl’ at school, overlooked by most and confined to a life of lonely invisibility.
A billionaire Step-Father changed all that in an instant. A new city, new clothes, new place to live, new credit card, new friends… all of a sudden I was the popular girl. The walking cliché that was the captain of the football team even asked me out on a date. Me! It was almost impossible to describe how that incredible contrast felt. I hadn’t known I could be so happy.
That’s why, when Mason explained exactly what the cost for that transformation was, I was willing to pay it. What is one girl’s virginity against the vast expanse of a life of happiness? It didn’t hurt matters that Mason fucked me so well that I was almost always wet for him.
So what if he wanted me to call him ‘Daddy’? I thought it was hot as hell, and I could have contentedly screamed out my body-rocking orgasms until the end of days if Corbin Brant hadn’t have changed everything.
Even though I was pregnant with Mason’s child, when his twenty-three year old long-lost son turned up on the doorstep I was powerless to stop the series of events that led to my feelings for Corbin, nor his feelings for me. Corbin had all the natural gifts of his Father, the keen sense of how to handle oneself in business had already made him a multi-millionaire.
What Corbin didn’t have was the power that only comes from decades of being established with the right connections. Mason knew what he had and drew strength from it. It gave him the confidence to always go for what he wanted, and fight to keep it. Even if that meant fighting dirty.
When Corbin asked me to run away with him, it wasn’t an easy decision to make. I knew it would put my Mom’s marriage to Mason in jeopardy. I knew Mason could be as dangerous as a well-provoked wild animal. I knew that if I went, Mason would always follow because I was ‘his’. On top of that, I owed him. It was Mason that changed my life, brought me out of my protective shell and my constrictive cage. How could I just turn my back on that? I found a way.
“Shhhhh. Run away with me, leave all this behind. I’m not exactly homeless myself, you know, I’m not asking you to keep warm around a barrel of burning trash. We could have a good life. You and me, what do you say?”
“We can’t…”
“I love you, Tiffany, please…”
“You… me?”
“Yes. Don’t you feel the same way?”
I realised that I did, I really did. In that moment, our love was all that mattered. All the dangers, all the debts I owed Mason, were swept away in my mind. It was my life, and I needed to go where my heart led.
We left that very night, ditching the traditional ‘Dear John’ letter in favour of an email to my Mom from my smartphone while riding in the back of a taxi. Corbin was right about one thing at least, running away with him didn’t mean sleeping under bridges and begging for change at the side of the street, we simply went to his house on the other side of town.
I hadn’t been to his place before, since revealing his existence to Mason he had always come to visit us, but it was clear that being a multi-millionaire afforded you just as high-end a house as being a billionaire did. The differences were in the furnishings. Where Mason’s house had a sense of maturity about it, a feeling of old-money, Corbin’s house had an air of youth. Where Mason had antiques, Corbin had electronic gadgets, some still unpacked.
Overall, it looked like somebody was setting up a house to showcase ‘modern-living’, I supposed Corbin hadn’t actually done a lot of living in this house since selling his company for all that money a few months previous.
For an entire week we heard nothing whatsoever from Mason, it was most certainly not the reaction we were expecting. We quickly went from startling at every random creak and g
roan of the house, to a sense of security. A false one as it turned out.
Due to how quickly we had left Mason’s house I hadn’t had time to pack many clothes and so I decided to go shopping. Corbin was apprehensive, but agreed that we weren’t fighting through the shitstorm we’d anticipated so handed over his credit card and organised a car and driver for me.
The shopping trip went great, I even slipped into a lingerie store and picked out a sexy little costume to surprise Corbin with. When I was done I was so absorbed with rifling through all the shopping bags in the back of the car that I didn’t notice where exactly I was being driven to until I looked up and saw that we were just rolling past the gates to Mason’s house.
I gulped as I realised just how easy it had turned out to be for Mason to turn that money and those connections into the outcome he dictated. Before I knew it I was back in his house, confined to a much more Spartan room than I had previously occupied, though still a world of difference from the apartment my Mom and I used to live in.
For a couple of days my only contact with the outside world was a stone-faced man who brought me meals, made sure the towels in the en-suite were fresh and ignored everything I said. On the third day I came out of the shower to find two things different in the room.
Firstly, two sets of fluffy pink handcuffs had been attached to the headboard of the bed, which was ominous. Secondly, a fresh set of clothes had been laid out for me. I recognised the clothes, as I had only just purchased them. A note told me to get dressed and to handcuff myself face down on the bed, and it was signed by Mason. It said to do this or we’d play the waiting game for my next meal.
That’s how I found myself wearing nothing but a sexy French maid’s outfit and securely attached to the headboard. I managed to get both handcuffs on only by using my feet to fasten the second set before laying myself down on my front side and trying to relax while I waited for whatever came next.
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