Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  With his fat cock blocking off all air though, it was only a question as to whether my climax or oxygen would last the longest. Before I passed out, Castor pulled my head off his cock by the hair and let me collapse back in the chair.

  As I laid there catching my breath, feeling the cool air on the rivulets of saliva and Castor’s glistening juices running down my cheeks. I was dimly aware that Castor seemed to be undressing and saying something to me. With a herculean effort I managed to concentrate on his words.

  “… want you to always remember just how hard you were fucked the night you lost your virginity. Remember how you screamed for more despite the pain, told your Daddy that your pussy belonged to him.”

  “Wh-a-a-t?”

  “You heard me.”

  Castor rolled me sideways until I was face down and pulled my legs off the chair so I was kneeling over it. He was positioning himself behind me when I looked over my shoulder, a look of unstoppable hunger was in his eye.

  “Wait… I’m a virgin.”

  “I know, all the better. I love hearing you virgins squeal.”

  “But… I’m… you can’t! You’re marrying my mom!”

  “Do you think you can tell me what I can or cannot do?”

  “Uh… no…”

  “No, who?”

  “No… Daddy?”

  “Then get your pretty little face down on that chair and brace yourself.”

  I looked down at his massive cock, confused terrified… and desperate for him to dismiss my excuses. There was one more that had to be aired though.

  “But I’m not on the pill! Where’s your condom.”

  “Not for you, Carmen. If it happens it happens. We’re both going to feel everything without some artificial barrier between us. Sex is going to be hard and dangerous. Now shut the fuck up.”

  Castor shoved my head down on to the chair, which pushed my ass out towards him. My skirt had fallen back down a bit, but my future step-father hitched it up and revealed my still-quivering and still-virgin pussy, partially covered by my soaked panties.

  I felt the material being pulled down my thighs and cooperatively lifted each knee so he could take them off completely. That was the last I ever saw of those panties, I presumed he took them as a trophy.

  I wasn’t sure what to expect next, would he build up to full pace, or just fuck me hard and fast? My answer came in the form of a firm spank to my right ass cheek.

  Smack!

  I yelped in response and looked back over my shoulder, not daring to move my ass.

  “That’s for all the excuses. From now on you jump at any opportunity to take my cock, understand?”

  “Yes.”

  Smack!

  “That’s for forgetting who you’re speaking to.”

  “Ow! Yes… Daddy!”

  Both of my ass cheeks were singing with heat, I imagined a clear red hand print was probably coming up on each one. Before the sting had even begun to settle down, I felt the engorged head of Castor’s cock slowly probing around the entrance to my tight tunnel, my juices mixing with his to make his tip as slippery as I was.

  When his fat head began parting my pussy lips my hands clenched down on the chair, he was going slowly and I thought I’d never stretch wide enough to accommodate him. I let out a grunt of effort and squeezed my eyes shut as the girth kept on coming. I was about to beg for him to stop when I felt some slight relief as my lips slipped over the ridge and clamped down on his shaft.

  A sheen of sweat sprang up on my forehead, he’d only just begun but I felt like I’d already had a real workout. Once satisfied that his cock was securely embedded in my pussy he let go with his guiding hand and brought it down on my ass again.

  Smack!

  “Ow!”

  “What do you want, Carmen?”

  “F-fuck me, Daddy!”

  “How hard?”

  I looked over my shoulder and, despite my fears, told him what was in my best interests to tell him.

  “Fuck me as hard as you can, Daddy.”

  “You got it, princess.”

  Castor powered his cock through my hymen with none of the typical regard normally reserved for a girl’s virginity, the slap of our bodies meeting barely audible over the squeal I let out. With a firm grip on my hips, Castor immediately pulled almost all the way out and slammed his hard shaft home again, shaking my whole body.

  I’d never imagined feeling so filled, like I could possibly burst at the seams from being stuffed too full of cock. Castor was fucking away my virginity fast and hard, using my pussy like I was a common whore rather than an inexperienced teen girl.

  On the few occasions when I’d thought about sex I’d always thought it would be tender and loving but Castor was introducing me to a completely different, a completely animal, side to sex. If my imagination had been ‘making love’ this reality was definitely ‘getting fucked’. Moving one hand to the small of my back, he used the other to pull my head back by my hair while maintaining his frantic thrusting.

  “How does that feel, Carmen?”

  “Hurts,” I panted.

  “Good. You’re gonna start feeling something magic in a few minutes.”

  Using my hair as reins, Castor pulled me back against his cock over and over again, riding me like his prized breeding mare. Castor’s thrusts were hard and fast, as mentioned, but after a while I noticed something, just like he said I would. They were also strong and dependable and as soon as I noted his rhythm, my body instinctively began pushing back at his jack hammering cock.

  “That’s the way, slut, work for my cum.”

  “Mmmmm.”

  Smack!

  “Ow! Yesssss...”

  The punctuation of his spank between thrusts sent a shock through my body. It felt like a spark was slowly floating down into a lake of gasoline, a lake that grew bigger every time Castor’s big dick pounded into my tight little pussy.

  I was almost scared at what might happen when that spark touched down on the lake, and Castor kept it in the air for a torturously long time, slowing down his thrusts whenever I thought it might make contact until I was screaming for release.

  “Please, Daddy, make me cum!”

  Smack!

  With a single spank on my ass, he sent that spark down into the volatile liquid and let forth an eruption of ecstasy. For the first time since lying down on that faux bearskin rug, I felt truly powerful.

  My pussy, unused before this evening and full of the freshness of youth, was naturally tight but when I came I felt my muscles clamping down on Castor’s thrusting cock, turning my sex into a slippery manifestation of heaven on earth. I heard the hard-fucking billionaire groan in response to the intensified sensation and slow his thrusts, making every one count as he forced himself as deep as he could go.

  Each time he bottomed out, a spurt of some hot liquid splashed my insides, coating the walls of my vagina until I felt it dribbling out over my clit and down my thighs. Castor collapsed on top of me, reaching between my body and the chair to grope my tits while he kissed my neck and whispered all kinds of filthy things into my ear.

  Finally he sat up straight and pulled his cock out of my slit. I pouted and almost told him to put it back in, the contrast between full and empty was so stark. For a moment I didn’t know what to do with myself, it seemed like my whole body, my whole life, had been repurposed to take Castor’s cock and cum and now that it was over, I was left with nothing to do.

  “Head on upstairs, Carmen. We’ve got a big day tomorrow. My butler, Ozmund, will show you to your room.”

  I went without a word, picking up my handbag as I went. This weekend just took one hell of a strange turn. I couldn’t help but look forward to the rest of it.

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  Success and Confidence 2

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  Notorious billionaire, Castor "Mr. Success" Viktorov, has got a cunning plan to help Carmen "Confidence" Jones' career... she just has to do exactly what he says. She's still so tender from her first time the previous night... that's not going to stop Castor though...

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

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  I woke up slowly in the morning, gradually drifting upwards through layers of dreams until I was fully awake behind my closed eyes. Wow, that was crazy I thought.

  I’d had the weirdest dream. In it my mom’s new fiancé, billionaire Castor Viktorov, had fucked my virginity away fast and hard as though it had always belonged to him, I just hadn’t known it. I supposed after all the nights I’d been forced to listen to him making my mom squeal through the thin walls that separated our rooms it was inevitable that something like that would happen.

  Only… I felt so sore between my legs, so tender. Sometimes I’d woken up from a dream with a headache or feeling thirsty, little sensations that had come about as a result of the fake stimuli my brain had given my body, but nothing quite like this.

  That’s when my thinking became a bit clearer and my eyes fluttered open. Instead of my familiar room, I was greeted by the sight of the considerably more opulent, though impersonal, surroundings of one of Castor’s many spare bedrooms.

  It hadn’t been a dream… Castor had filled my unprotected womb with his semen the previous night and this was the first morning in my whole life that I was waking up as a former-virgin. Right this moment, his sperm could be swimming towards one of my eggs… the whole idea left me surprisingly conflicted.

  After years of rallying against male-kind, promoting a life of independence from them, urging other women to realise they only needed themselves, Castor had sent me crazy with lust for his huge cock. And all after only a single day of introducing me to professionals in the field of my hopeful-career, journalism, and various associated trades.

  Indignation, shame, anger… they were certainly all present, roiling away in my head and stomach. It was the fact that there was any conflict at all that was surprising to me. The way he had touched me, taken control, made me cum like… I hardly dared even think the words in my head… a little slut, had all felt so good I could hardly believe it.

  The way he had turned from this respectable man who had shown me so much, opened so many doors, to this insatiable animal in the blink of an eye was so intriguing. To think that those aspects of his character could possibly be all rolled up into a single person was amazing.

  But what if he got me pregnant? I wanted to go to college and get myself established in my career. I’d never thought of myself having a family of my own. I wasn’t a lesbian but my stance on men had kind of precluded the possibility, so it wasn’t something I’d ever had the need to think about.

  It was a dangerous game I was playing, or a dangerous game I was part of at least. I wasn’t entirely sure just how much control I had, it felt like Castor held all the cards somehow.

  Still, I couldn’t hide in this room all day. I opened the door and peeked out through the crack, seeing nothing but the hallway, before I dashed across to the bathroom and locked that door behind me. After a taking a shower in a huge cubical with eight showerheads, I was feeling halfway normal again and went downstairs.

  After a bit of a search I managed to find Castor in a dining room. The last remnants of his breakfast were just being cleared away by his butler, Ozmund, as he studied a newspaper. Castor flicked his eyes up at me and then back down to the article he was reading, as if seeing the girl whose virginity he had taken the previous night was no big deal to him at all.

  “Morning,” I offered.

  “Good morning, Carmen, you almost missed breakfast,” said Castor, still not looking up.

  “Sorry.”

  “What would you like, Ma’am?” asked Ozmund.

  “Oh… just cereal, if you’ve got any.”

  “Certainly.”

  Ozmund left the room and Castor and I sat in silence except for the quiet shuffling of newspaper. I looked at him, trying to come up with some kind of small talk, but all I could think of was the feel of him inside me. The hardness of him, the power that shook my whole body… the heat of his cum. I quickly averted my eyes until my cereal arrived and I could concentrate on that without feeling awkward. How had he done this to me?

  I was nearly finished with my breakfast when Castor folded his paper up and cast it aside derisively, fixing me with a gaze that halted the spoon halfway to my mouth. I gulped and slowly lowered it with a quiet clink on the bowl.

  “What’s your excuse?” he asked.

  “For what?”

  “You had all that momentum, after the big breakthrough story, but then instead of pursuing more issues that mattered, you went back to your preachy little videos that aren’t going to do anything for your career.”

  “My viewers like…” I began quietly.

  “Bullshit. I know, and you know that most of your viewers found you because of the one thing you did that could be described as investigative journalism. Eighty percent of your views, at least, are based on twenty percent, at most, of your videos.”

  “My number of subscribers is still growing…”

  “Yes, but the difference between new signups and how many people are unsubscribing is getting smaller and smaller.”

  It was so frustrating to be lectured about my own business, but I couldn’t deny the facts he was stating. It had become especially noticeable over the past month or so. The video where I went undercover and exposed a local company for sexual harassment was still bringing in the bulk of my ad revenue, and the views on my newer videos were in steady decline.

  “So… what do you suggest?” I asked.

  “I think it’s obvious and you already know the answer, but you’re scared. Do more of what worked.”

  He was right, of course. I’d been set on being an investigative journalist ever since I felt the thrill of success, but I’d been paralysed by my fear that anything I tried to do after that wouldn’t garner the same results. What if I exposed myself as a one-hit-wonder?

  So I’d played it safe and gone back to making videos repeating my mantra about how women didn’t need men. There was another problem too. I’d kind of stumbled across my last (and first) story by hearing rumours around town about the shady things girls were being asked in job interviews. Nothing like that had fallen into my lap since.

  “But how do I find the stories? I can’t go to interviews with every company in the country.”

  “You’ll develop a nose for a good story with time, I think. Meanwhile, like I said last night, it’s amazing what can happen when men and women work together. I’ve heard a few things about Dermott Industries that somebody like you would be perfect to investigate. If it just so happens that they are a major competitor of mine, well, it would certainly be convenient if you caused the same kind of problems for them as you did for Rientech.”

  Castor was serving his own needs, of course, but I was intrigued. If he had a way for me to recapture the hearts and minds of my audience… I was all ears.

  “What should I do?” I asked.

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  Where exactly he had obtained an authentic St Mary’s school uniform from I had no idea, but I guessed being a billionaire it wasn’t the most difficult thing to do. As I walked nervously out of the spare room and down the hallway, heading for the door Castor had instructed me to go to, I thought about how I had a uniform just like it in my own closet.

  There were some fundamental differences of course. The one I had back home was actually the correct size for me and conformed to the conservative standards of my old school. This one might have been about right for me a few years ago but now… not so much.

  The skirt was nowhere near the required below-the-knee length, the hem brushed my upper thighs as I walked. As a result, the top of the stockings were no longer hidden, leaving tantalising twin bands of bare flesh that would only serve to draw the eyes of anybody who saw me. From there, there was no doubt that every swish of the skirt would set the hearts of all men pounding, hoping to catch a glimpse of the treasure the pleated material scarcely concealed.

  A few years ago I’d also had a bit of a growth spurt of the womanly kind, and the white button-up shirt I was now wearing was straining to hold my large breasts. Looking down at the buttons dubiously, I thought I was probably one quick deep breath away from sending them shooting across the room.

  It was such a tight fit that the gaps between the buttons were gaping open around my chest, giving anybody who cared to look a mostly unimpeded view of my bra, a black lacy one that was all-too-visible through the white material anyway. I thought of Sister Jemima Constance, one of the nuns who used to work at my school, and almost giggled despite myself. She probably would have had a heart attack if I had turned up to school looking like this.

  Castor’s plan was a crazy one... so crazy it just might work! With a fake résumé and job application to the appropriate department at Dermott Industries, I was going to do basically the same thing I had done at Rientech… only with the sex-bait ramped way up.

  After breakfast I’d been given the uniform, a loose script with a few suggestions for things to say, and an hour to get myself ready before reporting to Castor’s office to roleplay how the job interview might go. I knocked on the door timidly, getting into character as I’d been instructed.