Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  “Come in,” Castor said from behind the door.

  I opened it and peeked inside, seeing Castor seated behind a huge desk made from some beautiful dark wood.

  “Hello? Mr. Smith?” I gave the fake name he’d said to use. “I’m here about the job?”

  “Yes, take a seat. Stacy, is it?”

  “Yes, sir,” I said, closing the door behind me and sitting down, slowly crossing my legs.

  “You… uh… look a lot younger than your résumé indicated. It says here you’re twenty four… but you’re not twenty four, are you?”

  “No, I’m still in high school… I just put that on there so I could get the interview. I’d do anything for this job… anything.”

  “When do you graduate?” he asked.

  “Soon.”

  “How soon?”

  “Soon enough,” I said, with the tiniest of smiles.

  “I’m not sure why you’ve applied, Stacy, this is a full-time position, not an after-school job.” Castor stood and walked to the door. “I think you should leave.”

  I threw myself to my knees in front of him, one hand on his thigh and the other holding the door closed.

  “Please, Mr. Smith! I need the money! Isn’t there some position you’d like me in? Some kind of job you’d like me to do?”

  Castor licked his lips and looked around as if checking for any witnesses before bringing his gaze back to me.

  “You’re graduating this year, right?”

  I shrugged. “Let’s say ‘yes’.”

  “Well…”

  Castor placed his hand over mine, and moved it inwards from his upper thigh to between his legs. I couldn’t stop myself from gasping when I felt the thickness of his semi-hard cock through his pants, even partially erect it snaked an intimidatingly long way down his inner thigh.

  “I might have an opening for a sexy little after-school cock-sucker. Tell me, Stacy, will you swallow whatever I give you?”

  “Aaaaand, gotcha!” I said, beginning to stand up.

  Castor’s hands pushed down on my shoulders, bringing me back to my knees as I stared up at him in confusion. His dark eyes drilled into me and any protests I had were quickly stifled.

  “We’re not finished here, Stacy,” Castor emphasised my fictional name.

  “Oh… right. I’ve just remembered someplace I’ve got to be right now, Mr. Smith… I have to go.”

  “I don’t think so. You think you can come in here, tease me like that and just leave?”

  Castor grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of my head and pulled me to my feet as I let out a little yelp. With his firm grip he led me, stumbling slightly, back towards his desk and he took a seat in his expensive-looking chair.

  “Take my cock out, little girl,” he said, giving my head a quick shake.

  “But, Mr. Smith…”

  Castor’s spare hand struck my cheek, hard enough to sting and leave a warm handprint, but not hard enough to leave a lasting mark. The pistol-crack sound cut my sentence off and left me kneeling there wide-eyed between his legs.

  Smack!

  “Don’t talk back, you little slut. What’s the matter, this your first time seeing a hard dick?”

  I nodded almost without thinking, knowing it was what he wanted me to say.

  “Yes… I needed the money… I thought I could do it… but I’m scared, Mr. Smith! Can I just go?”

  “Oh no, we’re going to have some fun. Now take my cock out.”

  Castor held out his hand, ready to slap me again, and, with a gulp, I slowly slid my fingers up his legs. Once more I felt that bulge along his inner thigh and glanced up at him as I followed its length upwards to where the zip was.

  My billionaire step-father-to-be was watching my every move, waiting for me to do as he commanded. Castor’s office was so silent that the sound of his zip coming down seemed incredibly loud, like it was something more important than just a zip.

  I reached my hand through the newly created gap, feeling how hot it was inside his pants, and my fingertips brushed the base of his cock through the material of his underwear. I drew my breath in sharply, feeling my breasts swell against the tight shirt and put even more strain on the buttons.

  “Look at those beautiful fucking tits,” Castor said, putting the buttons out of their misery by roughly yanking my shirt to each side, sending them flying all over the place.

  The tops of my breasts curved proudly above the lacy black cups of my bra as I continued to reach even further into Castor’s pants, finding a gap in the front of his underwear that allowed access to his bare dick. I paused for a moment, savouring the touch of it, and swore I could feel it slowly hardening under my fingers.

  “Take it out,” Castor urged.

  A sudden electric jolt of pleasure sparked between my legs when I wrapped my fingers all the way around his shaft and began to pull it out into the light. Castor explored my body with his spare hand, never releasing the grip he had on my hair, stroking my face and my exposed navel before sliding his hand around to the back and unclasping my bra with a skilful flick of his fingers.

  I felt the supportive underwire release its grip on me and begin to fall off as I concentrated on the monster emerging from Castor’s pants. Once it was out, Castor pushed my shirt off and my bra straps slid down my arms before falling on the floor between us.

  “O…OK,” I stuttered, “It’s out… can I go now, Mr. Smith?”

  Smack!

  I didn’t even see it coming that time, Castor’s hand re-warmed the same place he had struck before and I gasped again. His cock twitched at the sound and I felt a hint of my own juices leaking out from between my most private folds, getting me ready for something I wasn’t so sure I wanted, considering how sore I was from last night.

  “No, Stacy, I don’t think you’re going anywhere until I’ve emptied my balls into you. Virgin or not, you’re going to take every last drop of my cum like a greedy slut and beg me for more.”

  “Please, Mr. Smith, I’ve never…”

  “Shut up. Look at you. All these protests and you can’t take your eyes off it. You’re wondering what it would feel like, sliding in and out of you, wondering what it tastes like. You’re already wet.”

  I turned my face away but felt Castor bring my hand back to his shaft. Under my palm I felt it twitch and Castor made my fingers curl around it once more, using me to jerk himself. After a few moments I couldn’t get my fingers all the way around it anymore and, when I looked back, I saw it was standing up straight and hard.

  “You like it, don’t you, Stacy?”

  “No… yes,” I whispered.

  “What does it make you feel?”

  “It makes me feel… funny… between the legs.”

  “Put it in your mouth. Suck it.”

  “O…OK. But no more, OK?”

  “I’ll decide that, Stacy, not you,” said Castor.

  With that, he began pulling my head towards his crotch with one hand and used his other over mine to aim his cock at my mouth. The tip, sporting a droplet of pre-cum, pressed against my lips and smeared its slippery payload over them before I let it slide into the wet confines of my mouth.

  My lips stretched out and my jaws opened wide to accommodate him, and I was struck anew at the sheer size of him. It was almost impossible for me to believe what he had done to me the previous night, surely I could never have taken a dick like this, right?

  “Mmmm, fuck yeah, Stacy.”

  Castor’s leaned his head back against the headrest of his chair and pushed me down until I felt the tip hit the back of my throat, triggering my gag reflex. I pressed my palms against his thighs, trying to push myself off, but he held me still until my natural reactions seemed to calm down and I was able to stay calm with my lips part of the way down his shaft and the tip still deeply embedded.

  My tongue worked, trying to expel the masculine invader from my mouth, but this only seemed to excite him even more and I felt his cock twitch in response.

/>   “Yeah, that’s it. Swirl your tongue around, you sure you’ve never done this before?”

  I looked up at him as innocently as I could with my eyes watering and a huge erection in my mouth and shook my head ‘no’.

  “Just a born cock-sucker, then. So get sucking.”

  Castor began forcing my mouth up and down on his hard rod, the swollen head meeting the back of my throat with a wet squelching sound every time, until I found the rhythm he seemed to like. Between my legs, my pussy was practically screaming for attention and I slowly slipped a hand down towards it.

  My fingertips snaked under the waistband of my panties as Castor began meeting the downward strokes of my mouth with upward thrusts of his own, hitting the back of my throat even harder than before. My pussy had leaked so much of my natural lubricant that my panties were a sopping mess and it wasn’t long before my fingers were completely soaked and flicking my clit rapidly.

  Castor’s cock filled my world, the size of it, the taste of it… the power of it. I raised my eyes to meet his gaze, seeing his eyelids half-closed with the pleasure he was taking from me. After all my life spent rebelling against male-kind, I was surprised by the euphoria I felt at being able to give such satisfaction to so experienced and powerful a man.

  A fluttery feeling built up in my belly, and seemed to throb back and forth between there and my clit, growing all the time. As the sexy sounds of Castor’s face-fucking continued their steady rhythm, I felt my climax fast approaching and my eyebrows rose and bunched together as the enormity of the sensations pushed me to near-panic.

  The army of butterflies in my stomach exploded and sent sparks of ecstasy twirling to the very tips of my fingers and toes. I moaned around Castor’s cock and he let out a long ‘uhhh’ of pleasure in response, forcing my head downwards until I felt a popping sensation and suddenly his cock was advancing down my throat.

  My body was telling me to take deep breaths and scream my pleasure, but the thick man-meat blocking my oxygen supply was preventing it. My face went red and my eyes began to water as each thrum of my orgasm pulsed through me, seemingly intensified by my inability to breathe.

  Castor held my lips against the very base of his cock until my climax subsided and I thought I was going to pass out. At the very limits of my determination, he finally relented and I gasped in air as the world went a bit fuzzy around the edges.

  I rolled my eyes up at Castor, my mouth wide open and his huge shaft still ominously close, and held on to his thighs for support. The billionaire who had made me call him ‘daddy’ was in no mood to wait for me to fully recover, half-pulling me to my feet by my hair and pushing me forwards over the desk so that my short skirt lifted to reveal the creases where my legs met my ass, the tops of the stockings practically miles below.

  “Please, Daddy… er… Mr. Smith… I’m a virgin… I’m not on the pill…”

  “Then you better clear your schedule for the next eighteen years, because I’m going to bareback your tight little pussy. You’re mine, Stacy.”

  Castor flipped the back of my skirt upwards and I felt the tiny scrap of material resting on my back as I raised my upper body on to my elbows and looked over my shoulder at him. My panties were roughly pushed down to my knees and my billionaire daddy paused for a moment, savouring the view.

  Castor’s engorged rod, slickened with a mixture of his pre-cum and my saliva and feeling slightly cooled from the air on the moisture, was soon nuzzled up against my only-been-used-once entrance and I sucked a breath in, as I was reminded once again of how tender I still was from being fucked so hard the previous night.

  With one hand around the middle of his shaft, he swirled the tip around my labia, mixing all our slippery juices together, before slowly sliding it upwards until his head was lightly touching the virgin pucker of my asshole. Castor gained a thoughtful expression as my mouth dropped open in fear, but he brought his cock back to my slit and began pushing inside me.

  My relief at not getting fucked in the ass was short-lived as I gripped the edge of the desk with both hands, desperately trying not to cry out. My pussy struggled to accommodate him just as much as it had the previous night. If anything it seemed more difficult, given my soreness.

  All of this was lost on Castor or, more likely, irrelevant, as he concentrated on forcing his hard length into the teen girl bent over in front of him. When he was about halfway in, I broke, and let out a gasp.

  “Stop! Wait! It hurts, Daddy!”

  Smack! Smack!

  Two open-palmed slaps rained down on my bare ass, briefly taking my mind off the monster being fed into my tight teen tunnel. My yelp of surprise was barely out of my mouth before Castor slammed the rest of his cock all the way home in one powerful thrust and his pelvis slapped against my ass like a third spank, making my breasts wobble considerably with the impact.

  “There’s no stopping now, Stacy,” said Castor. “You’re going to take everything I give you and love it.”

  With his hands at the top of my ass and his fingers curling around towards my hips, he held me in place and pulled us together at the same time, until the tip of his cock brushed against my unprotected cervix. He began sawing his massive erection in and out of my slit, which must have been wondering what it had done to deserve such rough treatment after a lifetime of serenity, and the ‘slap-slap-slap’ of his pelvis on my ass sounded like a single person clapping sarcastically.

  My pussy was absolutely on fire, burning with flames of confusion that bordered between pleasure and pain. I wanted it… but I didn’t… but oh God, I did! With my lips stretched out around his girth, the fire of pleasure soon engulfed the pain and I was wetter than ever.

  I glanced below me and saw my tits bouncing in time with his thrusts, crashing together and swinging back and forth with the force of his fucking. I threw my head back, clearing my hair from my face and moaned up at the ceiling, almost cursing myself for my years of self-imposed celibacy. Imagine all the cock I could have had!

  Castor grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back almost painfully as he continued riding me into the desk. The hard-fucking billionaire had his way with me and I felt his other hand reach around to cup one breast, squeezing it and seeking out the nipple, which he pinched roughly, sending a spear of pleasure into my body.

  My legs were getting wobbly after a while of being pounded like this, as Castor alternated his grip on my hair between his hands, paying attention to both of my nipples. I was on the brink of cumming again anyway when he yanked my head back even further and whispered into my ear.

  “Cum when I tell you, Stacy, get ready to cum for me,”

  “Yes… Daddy…” I panted, forgetting the roleplay completely.

  Castor released my hair and breast leaning forward until his weight pushed my upper body flat against the desk. I saw his hands grip over the edge of the desk, using it to pull himself as deeply as possible inside my pussy with every thrust, the tip of his cock brushing my cervix again each time.

  “Now, Carmen! Cum for Daddy!” said Castor, apparently forgetting the roleplay too.

  My body responded to his command while my brain was still processing it, releasing a tidal wave of humming pleasure throughout my body and making my fast-leaning pussy clamp down on Castor’s cock with all the strength I had left. The billionaire grunted in response and when he was balls-deep in me once more with his engorged head pressed against my cervix, I felt his cum blasting me hot and heavy, like he was trying to inject it directly into my womb.

  “Holy… shit… Daddy…” I panted.

  I could barely hear my own words over the buzzing in my ears, coloured flashes of light seemed to explode in front of my eyes until I shut them. I was lost in some limbo of pleasure, the vague sense of being shaken with every thrust of Castor’s cock and the hot splash of his semen inside my fertile depths the only connections between me and my physical body.

  When I re-joined my exhausted mortal form, Castor was lying on top of me, slowly str
oking me and leaving a trail of tingly pins and needles wherever he touched my bare skin. I had no idea how long we stayed like that for, I was too tired to move, too tired to even talk. All I wanted was to feel that huge cock buried inside of me to the hilt, my womanhood stretched out around it for the perfect fit.

  I felt like, for the first time in my life, I was doing exactly what I should be doing, despite what I had thought previously. I had a body built to be fucked hard… I actually loved it. I was lucky that my mom and Castor knew what was good for me, even if I didn’t.

  Eventually Castor leaned back and gave me a few slow pumps with his still-hard cock, as if enjoying the view of it sliding in and out of a pussy that could only just handle it.

  “So,” he said, “get something like that on camera and I think you’ll bring another corporation to its knees.”

  “Do… would I have to go… so far?”

  “Well, no, only if it’s me who’s interviewing you. Which, of course, it won’t be. I don’t think the real Mr. Smith is going to be able to resist you, Carmen. Now, go clean yourself up, we’ve got more things to do today.”

  Castor pulled himself out, leaving me feeling empty and incomplete in a way I’d never suspected I’d feel. It was all I could do to not reach back and impale myself on his cock again, but I managed to resist the urge. Instead, I headed back for my second shower of the day. Third, if you counted Castor’s sperm shower.

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