Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  In this epic conclusion to the Filthy Rich series, Nova finds out that what goes on tour in Amsterdam doesn't necessarily stay on tour in Amsterdam!

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  Pseudo-Incest, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Exhibitionism, Breeding

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  *****

  I had no idea what life was going to throw at me next. As if the transition from being a poor virgin back home to a billionaire’s prized fucktoy here in California wasn’t enough, Cal Willis had thrown me a hell of a curveball when he’d let his business partner’s son, Nick Elliston, use me for cumshot practice at his twenty-first birthday party.

  Until that night I thought that I was going to be exclusively for Cal, and I had been fine with the idea. Now I had a lot more to mull over. As I drove around in my Porsche (my new favourite hobby) thinking about it I realised that, overall, I was actually revelling in all the male attention.

  It wasn’t just Nick’s attention that I’d caught either, there was that fight outside the dress store, how all Nick’s friends had been trying to pick me up at his birthday party, and a thousand other small pieces of evidence that really drove home how different my life was now. Back home no desirable guys had wanted to date me, now I practically had to beat them off with a stick.

  I still thought it was odd that my billionaire Step-Father, who had a reputation for giving nothing away, would put me in that situation with Nick though. It was very out of character for him, and for some reason it was really bugging me. Although when I’d questioned him on the night itself, he’d said to just do as I was told, I decided to see if I could extract any more information out of him now that I obviously wasn’t refusing his command.

  When I returned to Cal’s mansion I felt confident for once. Cal was rich, powerful, unyielding, but over the past months I’d had a chance to get to know him somewhat intimately, and I knew that under his well-controlled exterior, my body drove him wild with lust. I knew how to press all the right buttons too, so if I could catch him unawares and not challenge his authority, I could probably get him talking reasonably openly.

  First thing was first, I had to get the right look. I had everything I needed in my room, from the hair-ties to the knee-socks. By the time I was done changing I looked like the innocent little schoolgirl I had been so very recently, undeniably hot but seemingly unaware of the effect her short skirt and tasty snippets of bare flesh had on men. Cal would be putty in my hands, I hoped.

  I went down to his office and knocked on the door, waiting patiently, I didn’t want to make him angry by bursting in again. All was quiet from behind the door for several seconds before I heard him respond.

  “Come in,” he said.

  With a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped in. Cal’s eyes flicked over from his computer screen, then back and then did a double take as he took in the pigtails and the toned skin between the bottom of my skirt and the tops of my knee-socks. I clasped my hands behind my back, pushing the small bumps of my breasts out and twisted from side to slightly while biting my bottom lip.

  “You’ve already got a Porsche,” he said.

  “I don’t want anything, Daddy. I have everything I could possibly want.”

  “Oh really? What is it you’re doing here then?”

  Cal was already suspicious, things weren’t going quite as I planned. “I just wanted to ask you something.”

  “What is it?”

  I walked further into his office and around his desk, seeing a spreadsheet with a lot of numbers and pie charts on his computer screen. Cal slowly spun in his expensive leather chair to continue facing me as I sauntered in, before I went down on my knees in front of him and laid my head on one of his thighs, thoughtfully stroking the other with my hand.

  “I’m confused, Daddy,” I said.

  My fingertips traced up and down Cal’s inner thigh, getting perilously close to his crotch, until I saw a tell-tale twitch of the material right in front of my face.

  “What’s the problem, Nova? I’m pretty busy here,”

  Cal’s words were dismissive, but his tone said he wanted me to continue teasing his cock, so I did. I shuffled my head forward and nuzzled his pants where I’d seen the movement, detecting the faint outline of his semi-hard cock with my nose before turning my head to the side and rubbing my cheek against it as if it was the most luxurious pillow I’d ever felt.

  “It’s just that… I thought I was going to be all yours. Just yours, Daddy. Why would you share me with Nick?”

  “Ah, that.”

  Beneath my cheek, Cal’s cock continued to harden as he stroked a few loose strands of hair back and gently pushed my face against his crotch.

  “Fake it until you make it,” he said.

  “What do you mean?”

  “It’s Nick, he’s… never had much confidence or success with women. It’s the strangest damn thing. He’s a perfectly good looking guy, stands to inherit a lot of money but is also successful in his own right. He should be balls-deep in pussy from the break of dawn to the end of the day, but he’s not, and it’s really hit him hard. Gordon was telling me how down Nick’s been lately, doubting himself, moping around like an asshole. Seems Nick took quite a liking to you at the wedding but didn’t get a chance to try to pick you up.”

  I thought back to how Cal had interrupted Nick and I when we were dancing, but I guessed Cal wasn’t aware of how Nick had come into my room after Cal had fucked the bejesus out of me. It hadn’t been easy, but I had managed to get Nick to leave in the end, without giving him what he had wanted either.

  “So that’s why you gave me to him?”

  “Partly. A single blowjob isn’t going to change his life, but everything that happened that night will.”

  “I don’t understand…”

  “Firstly, you’re not just some hooker he found on the street and put in an expensive dress, you’re Nova Thatcher, my step-daughter. So beautiful and wealthy that you’re absolutely untouchable.”

  I blushed and nuzzled his cock through his pants again, my hand slowly reaching towards his zip as he continued his explanation.

  “That notion was reinforced when all his friends, even the ones with girlfriends and wives already, couldn’t help themselves but try to get their cocks into your tight little pussy. But you turned them all down.”

  Due to how close I was to it, the sound of Cal’s zip coming down seemed very loud to my ears. Once it was down, my hand slipped into the warmth inside and I gently tugged his cock out into the cooler air of his office, slowly stroking it to full hardness until it towered over my face.

  “Then you went over to him and asked him upstairs so you could suck his cock…”

  “I didn’t…”

  “But that’s what his friends thought, and that’s what matters. Plus he had the photographic evidence to back it up when he went back downstairs. Now they’ll see him in a different light, especially those wives and girlfriends who were at the party. You women, you do like to try before you buy, except you like somebody else to do the trying. Now that they’ve seen somebody like you go for Nick, they’ll all want him, particularly the ones that were pissed off about their partners trying to pick you up. Two of them have already let him ride them bareback from what I hear, and another one is meeting him tonight. They’ll all talk, and then more women will want him. Then, as they say, success breeds confidence and he’ll do fine on his own. He just needed a little kickstart.”

  I continued stroking Cal’s cock slowly up and down, my fingers just barely touching around his thickness. I hadn’t been expecting such a lengthy monologue on why he’d let his friend’s son blow a load all over my face, I hadn’t expected that Nick’s birthday present had been thought out in such incredible detail, and I certainly hadn’t expected Cal to have such… benevolent motives behind his actions. If helping a very rich young man get laid more cou
ld be considered as such.

  With a lick of my lips I raised my head off of Cal’s thigh and opened up wide to take his engorged head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip to get it nice and wet. I bobbed up and down thinking about what he’d said for a few minutes as he reclined his seat and watched me with a slightly parted mouth.

  “Did you mind having Nick fuck your face like that?”

  I paused for a moment and looked up at him with my best doe-eyes, my lips still wrapped tightly around his hard dick, before shaking my head slowly from side to side.

  “I thought so. You liked all the attention, all night, didn’t you?”

  One eyebrow raised, I couldn’t help but feel like I was being set up for something, but even though I had fancied my chances of getting the information I wanted out of Cal this time, he could always command the truth out of me whenever he wanted. I nodded slowly and quickly flicked my tongue from side to side under the head of his cock.

  “Of course you do, I know my little slut inside and out.”

  Cal gathered my two pigtails into one hand and pulled my head off his manhood, holding me still as he slapped my cheek and tongue with it, splattering my face with his pre-cum and my saliva.

  “In that case, I’ve just had one hell of an idea. Pack this slutty fucking outfit into a suitcase along with whatever else you need for a weekend away and meet me at the front door in an hour. We’re going to get you all the attention you could possibly handle. Get going.”

  With one final slap of his cock on my face, he shoved me to the side and turned back to his computer, not even giving me another glance. I got to my feet and headed out the door, bewildered at the turn of events. What had I gotten myself into now?

  Back in my room I swapped my homemade schoolgirl outfit for more normal clothes and packed it away in a small suitcase, large enough to fit the bare essentials for a weekend away but not so large as to be unwieldy. Along with the outfit I threw in everything else I could think of that I’d need and then sat on my bed with about ten minutes to spare.

  I was caught between a cock and a hard place, so to speak. I really did love all the attention I was getting, but what did Cal have in mind? I was sure I’d be full of his sperm by the end of it… but I was absolutely fine with that aspect. Cal just always had a way of pushing my limits, so what was it going to mean this time?

  *****

  Oh. My. God. Amsterdam was so much fun! After spending the day hitting all the coolest tourist type places and having some really strange, but nice, brownies in a café, Cal took me on a walk through the red light district.

  Beautiful women of all kinds plied their wares behind windows lit by red lights, displaying themselves the same way we displayed clothes in store windows back home. Very occasionally we saw a sheepish looking tourist step inside their doors, or a resigned looking local, but for the most part people were just window-shopping with no intent to buy. I guessed that was a lot like most people back home too.

  Just seeing everybody watching these girls was making me slightly hot and bothered, imagine being half undressed for an entire city to see! That’s when I felt my heart skip a few beats… was Cal going to put me in one of those windows and let a stranger fuck me? Surely not… but I gave him a sideways glance anyway.

  After leaving the red light district without being put up for sale, Cal took me to a crowded club where the air was thick with some funny-smelling smoke. People were dancing slowly to the music and laughing a lot as we threaded our way to the bar.

  I couldn’t hear what Cal said, but instead of receiving drinks, he was given what looked like five or six roll-your-own cigarettes sticking out of a shot glass standing on a small plate. Cal stood upright and scanned around the edges of the bar, looking for somewhere to sit, before turning back to the woman behind the counter and pointing to an empty booth he’d spotted. She nodded and Cal ushered me towards it before somebody else took our spot.

  Looking at the cigarettes with a doubtful expression, I asked if I could have a drink. Cal told me that the drinks were coming and picked one of the cancer sticks out of the shot glass, lighting it with a lighter he retrieved from his pocket and taking a big drag. I’d never seen him smoke before, I didn’t think it was a very nice habit but I kept my mouth shut until he held the cigarette out to me, at which point my mouth opened in surprise.

  “I don’t smoke,” I said.

  “Tonight you do. This is a special cigarette.”

  “Do I have to?”

  Cal didn’t answer, he just gave me a look that was as good as an affirmative and I reluctantly took the cigarette from him, putting it to my mouth and sucking in as much as I dared.

  “Hold it! Hold it!”

  I looked at Cal with my cheeks puffed out, trying desperately not to cough for as long as I could before finally blowing out a big jet of smoke that joined the general haze floating around in the club. Within seconds I started feeling much calmer about it. Everybody else in the club was a smoker, so why not me, just for the night?

  Cal and I worked our way through the smokes and a few drinks, and I was having a great time until I saw him check his phone to read a message. With a smile, he looked up at me.

  “It’s time,” he said.

  “Time for what?”

  “You’ll see, let’s get going.”

  Cal led me out of the club and a short distance down the road. For some reason I could barely stop myself from laughing. Everything was so funny until Cal halted outside a seedy looking place that had the words “Sex Show” written with a neon sign flashing garishly above us.

  “Oh wow!” I said as Cal led us in.

  Every seat in the house was packed, each row raised above the one in front like in a grandstand or a movie theatre and curving around a small stage with a few props on it. Most notable amongst the props was a bed, but there was also a chair and some strange stand with shackles on it in the oddest places.

  The crowd was enthusiastic to say the least but the award for most enthusiastic went to the group of women all dressed in matching pink outfits, some of them wearing sparkly antennas on headbands. Judging by the big ‘L’ pinned on the back of one of their shirts, I guessed they were a hen party.

  Suddenly the lights dimmed and a woman stepped out on stage, causing an eruption of cheering from the crowd. When it had quietened down a bit she spoke into her microphone welcoming everybody to the Uberfuk Sex Show, and then told us the rules.

  Apparently, even though some audience participation was going to be invited, if anybody but one of the performers went on to the stage with their cock out, they could expect to lose it violently. We were to respect the performers’ wishes at all times and above all, have a great time.

  The audience cheered and before the woman had even finished bowing, two men in balaclavas rushed out from back stage and acted out a rough fantasy-rape scene with her, tearing the clothes from her body and each one taking turns to hold her down while the other used her body for his own pleasure.

  By the end of it she was left a cum-soaked mess and the lights faded out with her legs spread wide to the audience. When the lights came on again, a clean-up-crew furiously made everything spotless in a few minutes, in time for the next act.

  That must not be the greatest job in the world, I thought. Probably not what they thought they would be when they were young and telling their parents what they would be when they grew up. I giggled almost uncontrollably at the idea of ‘little Timmy’ handing in a picture to his teacher to hang up alongside all the firemen and airplane pilots.

  The next act involved just one man and one woman, where the man basically used the woman’s mouth as a pussy, fucking it with reckless abandon much as Cal had sometimes done with me, but the variety of positions was astounding. The man’s cock was almost as big as Cal’s, and watching him force his cock down that woman’s throat was getting me positively wet.

  Near the end, the woman asked for a volunteer from the audience and the woman in p
ink with an ‘L’ pinned to her back was shoved forward by the friend she was sitting next to. Reluctantly, she shuffled forward and her eyes grew wider the closer she got to that giant cock.

  “Oohhh, the bride-to-be! Your husband is going to thank us for this little lesson!” The woman played to the crowd, eager to see what would happen next.

  “On your knees, slut,” she said and waited for the woman to comply. “We’re going to teach you how to lick balls.”

  The crowd erupted into renewed cheers and then fell silent again as the woman gave her next instruction.

  “Let’s see your current technique.”

  The bride-to-be had barely moved before the woman said she was doing it wrong, to the amusement of the crowd.

  “We’re going to teach you how to lick his balls while sucking his cock at the same time!”

  No sports crowd witnessing the world’s greatest touchdown or home run could have compared to the noise this one was able to produce as we all cheered the poor engaged woman on as she was roughly forced to take inch after inch of thick man meat down her throat until, with desperation, she managed to just stick out her tongue and touch the guy’s balls before falling backwards and gasping for breath, streams of pre-cum and saliva dribbling down her chin.

  The professional performer pulled her up by her hair and told her to open her mouth again and stay still as she began jacking the huge cock off directly over her face. As the man approached his orgasm she warned the pink-clad woman not to be a greedy slut and swallow it, an instruction she managed to follow somehow. The cum ended up all over her face and tongue, where it sat creamy and white for all to see.

  “Now… where’s that good friend who volunteered her? There! You! Get up here and give your friend a kiss, then clean her up with your tongue!”

  Sure enough, the spectators were treated to one hell of a fantastic tongue-bath show, and the two hen-night-attendees kissed as passionately as if they were getting married to each other rather than some absent groom-to-be. We were so close I could almost taste the cum they were sharing myself, I was deeply jealous as the two took their seats again and the clean-up crew hit the stage once more.