Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

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  Success and Confidence 3

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  Carmen "Confidence" Jones is back in the saddle, making a new video for her video blog. Now though, she's taking directions from the new man of the house, Castor "Mr. Success" Viktorov, and this is one video that is going to require some heavy editing before it meets the website's terms of service. Can the tender Carmen handle another session with Castor? She may be back in the saddle as far as her video blog is concerned, but everything else with Castor is completely bareback!

  Kinks/Sub-Genres

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

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  *****

  What a weekend! The Friday had begun with meeting some professionals from my hopeful career path of investigative journalism, as well as from some associated trades like video editing, and was capped off with having my virginity roughly fucked away.

  The Saturday began with me dressed up like a sexy little schoolgirl and roleplaying a hypothetical job interview, and ended with me being taken into the city where Castor took me into some random office block. I didn’t recognise any of the company names listed on a big sign on the ground floor, so I had no idea what he was going to show me there.

  It turned out to be something just as amazing as meeting my journalist-hero and role-model, Mariam Danelle. Castor made me close my eyes before I walked through a door and said ‘surprise’ enthusiastically when I opened them.

  My eyes opened so wide that I wasn’t sure if they’d ever close again. It was an office, which was exactly what you’d expect in an office block of course, but the name and logo on the wall over a small reception area said “Carmen ‘Confidence’ Jones” as if this was my office.

  I looked at Castor and he gestured towards a door behind the reception desk, I opened it and was faced with a room that looked like a combination between an executive office and one of the video editing rooms we had visited the previous day. Along one wall was a shelf sporting an array of video and sound equipment and on top of a desk much like the one Castor had fucked me on in the morning were three huge computer monitors on articulated arms all arranged in a row facing the expensive-looking office chair.

  “What is this?” I blurted out.

  “This is all yours. Well, technically, it’s all mine, but you can use it pretty much unconditionally as if it was yours. You don’t have much use for the reception area yet but if you become as big a name as I think you will, and I’m not often wrong about these things, then you’ll need an assistant.”

  Before I could even think about whether it was appropriate or not, I bounded over and wrapped my arms around him. My breasts squashed against his lower chest and I could have sworn I felt a semi-hard bulge pressing into my stomach.

  This hard-fucking billionaire was insatiable! He’d taken my virginity the previous night and I could still feel the heat of his creamy load inside me from our escapades this morning. I wondered if he was going to ‘break in’ my new office by fucking me on the desk right there and then.

  I also wondered if my body could handle it if that’s what he wanted to do. I’d been sore after my first time, but by the time Castor had finished jack-hammering his huge cock into my pussy this morning, I was positively aching. Every step I took I felt my panties brushing against my abused sex, even though I’d specifically chosen the most silky-soft pair that I owned to wear today.

  Still, like Castor had reminded me so many times now, I was his and if he wanted me he could have me. I was just about to sink to my knees in front of him when his phone rang and he answered it.

  “Speak… yes… yes, now is perfect. Come right up, fourteenth floor and left out of the elevator. Goodbye.”

  “Who was that?”

  “The first of many,” said Castor cryptically before elaborating. “Your quality of videos needs to go way up. Gone are the days of poorly lit and grainy clips taken in your messy room. You’re going professional, you’re going high-definition with crystal clear sound and appropriate video effects. Your computer is loaded with all the software you could possibly use, and I suspect a whole lot of extra bullshit that you’ll never touch. You’re going to need training on it all, as well as all that equipment, and it starts straight away.”

  I looked at the computer and around the room again, then back to Castor.

  “It’s going to take a long time, I think…”

  “To master it all, yes, of course. To get the basics down? No. It’s like chess, easy to learn how each of the pieces move, but it can take a lifetime to master. I expect you to throw yourself into this because you love it, because it is your calling, what you were meant to do. I’ll be disappointed with anything less.”

  “OK, Daddy.”

  To have all my professional hopes and dreams laid out before me was almost overwhelming. I did love it, the thrill of busting Rientech for sexual harassment of female employees was second only to the thrill of feeling Castor inside me.

  I hadn’t had much of a plan for my career, I realised. Step one, go to college, step two… uh… nope, just keep doing what I had been before I had supposed. But Castor was really lighting a fire under me in more ways than one. Now I had a real idea for my next story, now I had a real place to make my dreams come true.

  Somehow, the thought of disappointing the man who was to marry my mother was the biggest motivator of all. I would hate to displease him, I’d hate it more than letting myself down.

  The day went by in a whirl of various experts coming in and showing me how to do things with the software and equipment. They acted basically like tutors, even giving me homework to do, so that by the end of the day my head was spinning and I barely knew which way was up.

  Since my first ‘tutor’ had arrived Castor had been in and out of the office, mostly away, as he went to various meetings nearby. The last tutor had left at around five o’clock and I spent about two hours playing with the video editing software, doing various transitions between clips of me pulling funny faces that I had recorded on one of the high-definition cameras.

  I probably would have stayed there until I died from starvation but I heard something and looked up to see Castor there, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed and a one-sided grin on his face.

  “I heard good things about today, Carmen, and you look like you’re really getting into it too. Well done. Time to go now though.”

  “I could stay here all night,” I said.

  “I know, but it will still be here tomorrow. The equipment is all paid for, the lease on the office lasts five years. Let’s get some food, it’s been a long day.”

  I went with Castor to some expensive restaurant and the snooty looking guy standing near the entrance with a clipboard of some kind said I was under-dressed for the ‘establishment’ until Castor forced him to get the owner, who received the harshest dressing down I’d ever witnessed in real life or on the movie screen.

  We were then seated in an exclusive booth with everything on the house and I jabbered away about everything I’d learned that day as multitudes of tiny portions of some of the most incredible food I’d ever tasted were constantly brought out to us.

  It was a wonderful end to a wonderful day and I went to bed swearing I wouldn’t be able to sleep, but as soon as my head hit the pillow I made my internal monologue a liar. Castor was right, it had been a long day. A long, hard, day.

  *****

  I woke bright and early without the unsure sense of direction I’d had the previous day. There was so much to do, so much to learn! I sprang up and raced across the hallway to the bathroom, going through my morning routine, but spending extra time on my appearance. I wanted to loo
k good for the videos I was going to be practicing today… but also for Castor.

  My billionaire daddy-to-be was in the same dining room I’d found him in yesterday, with a tablet computer instead of a newspaper this time, and a cup of coffee. He looked over at me and I caught his appreciative full body scan, which made me feel warm and tingly in ways I would have thought preposterous only two days ago.

  “Good morning, Carmen,” he said.

  “Good morning, Daddy,” I responded, hardly needing to think about the title anymore.

  “You’re up a lot earlier today.”

  “Too excited to sleep, I want to get back to the… uh… my office and do some more experimenting.”

  “Perfect, that’s exactly what we’re going to do. We’re going to kill a few birds with one stone today. You’ll get some of that practice, you can make some headway on your slightly-overdue next video and you can begin to cater to what is currently your second biggest audience.”

  “Who’s that?”

  “Horny guys who watch your videos because they want to imagine having sex with you.”

  “Uh… what? How do you figure that?”

  “A look at the userbase of Yalltoob would suffice, but the proportion of comments on your videos that boil down to ‘show tits’ are pretty significant.”

  “But those people are just idiots… who cares what they want?”

  “They are, but their views bring in the revenue just as much as anybody else’s, don’t they?”

  “Well… yeah, but I can’t just get naked…”

  Aside from the embarrassment factor, I was pretty sure such things were against the video blog site’s terms of service. Not to mention I was trying to build a journalistic brand… not a porn brand. What could I possibly do if Castor told me to upload a topless video or… I gulped… a video of him fucking me… how many people would see it before Yalltoob terminated my account? Was that his plan? Some kind of publicity stunt?

  “Indeed you can’t,” he said, and I breathed a sigh of relief. “But you can dress somewhat less conservatively. You can soften your stance on men. After all, you love cock now, don’t you?”

  I blushed and mumbled something non-committal. As if any form of denial would hold any water after all the orgasms the billionaire had forced me to experience while impaled in one way or another on his huge dick.

  “Don’t you, Carmen,” he said.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  *****

  When we arrived at the office, there was a big cardboard box sitting in front of the door and when I asked Castor what it was, he said it was my seat for the day. I asked him what was wrong with the seat I already had and he just said ‘nothing’. This was weird.

  I’d never seen anything like what he unpacked out of that box. Castor opened one side and slid something packed with Styrofoam and in a protective plastic wrap. When everything was cleared away I stared at some strange half-barrel thing on wheels with a remote and power cord connected. Emblazoned across the side was the word ‘SUPERNOVA’ in big yellow letters with a red outline.

  On the curved top of the half-barrel part was a rectangular indentation and my jaw nearly hit the floor when Castor unpacked the attachment that fit into that slot. It looked like a huge rubber cock sticking out of a rectangular base, which was precisely the right shape for the indentation.

  It looked like that because that was exactly what it was. Once Castor set it in place and stepped back, the massive fake dick wavered in the air ominously for a few moments. The billionaire pointed his hands at it with a ‘voila’ gesture.

  “What. The. Hell,” I said.

  “Don’t you recognise it?”

  I took another look at what Castor had referred to as my seat and my brow furrowed in confusion. The rubber dick, it looked… very lifelike. Very familiar. And I was only intimately familiar with one.

  “It’s… uh… yours?”

  “Custom made,” said Castor, proudly. “This is the first video you’re going to release while sitting on ‘my’ cock.”

  “I can’t do that! What if it makes me…” I cut myself off, but Castor finished my thought.

  “Makes you cum? It will. The power cord isn’t for show, this whole thing vibrates like a little demon, there’s not a woman alive who can stop herself from cumming on one of these. I can’t wait to see you in that flimsy shirt, no bra and nipples poking through, while you talk about how maybe men aren’t so bad and try to disguise your orgasm. It’s going to be your most popular video yet, even better than the Rientech one, and it’s going to set you up nicely for the big piece you’re doing on Dermott Industries. I guarantee it.”

  “I can’t do it…” I said.

  The billionaire’s friendly demeanour dropped in an instant and he advanced upon me with a look on his face that made me almost cringe, thinking he might slap me. I tried to suck my head into my body like a turtle when he stood over me and leaned down to whisper harshly in my ear.

  “I’ve already told you what’s happening, Carmen. Don’t mistake my benevolence for weakness. You do what I say, you are mine. If I say suck my cock, you suck it. If I say I’m fucking you bareback, then forget about a condom. If I say you sit on this and cum on camera, you do it. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes, Daddy… I’m sorry, I’ll be good.”

  “I know you will,” he said and grabbed a handful of hair at the back of my head.

  Tilting my face upwards, he kissed me powerfully and reached a hand up under my skirt, forcing my legs apart so he could have access to what had been my virgin pussy only two days ago. He kissed me so hard I could barely breathe and stroked my labia and clit so expertly that it wasn’t long before my nipples were pressing through the material of my shirt and my juices leaked out over his fingers.

  Castor broke our kiss and pulled his hand out from under my skirt, inserting the first two fingers into my mouth so I could taste my own arousal. I was so relieved he wasn’t angry anymore, I could still give him what he wanted and be a good girl for him.

  When he let go of my hair and pulled his honey-dipped fingers out of my mouth, I licked my lips and watched as he plugged the Supernova into the wall. Immediately a low humming sound could be heard but Castor didn’t pay it any comment, instead opening a tube of lubricant that had shipped with the device and squeezing a generous amount on to the tip of the replica cock until it looked like it had coated itself in pre-cum.

  Castor moved my real chair out of the way, rolled the Supernova in front of my desk and I tentatively climbed aboard, with my feet on either side of the half-barrel and the intimidating dildo mere inches from my pussy.

  With a gulp I slowly lowered my body and felt the cool touch of the lubricated appendage touch the folds of my sex. I was still tender from the sensational style in which my virginity had been turned into a distant memory over the past couple of days, but I knew that dull ache, that low fire, would turn into an explosion of pleasure if I just let Castor use me the way he wanted to.

  After taking a deep breath I turned my head and fixed my eyes on my soon-to-be billionaire step-daddy and put more weight on the rubber replica. For a moment there was enough resistance in my tight teen pussy that I thought it might not go in but, lubricated as it was, it finally started sliding inside, my petals stretching out over the bulge of the head before clamping down on the shaft.

  “Oh my God,” I whispered.

  The feel of it was so lifelike, it was cooler than the real thing but quickly heating up inside my body. I’d only been fucked by Castor two times, but I felt like I knew his manhood intimately. Every bump and vein of his throbbing erection had been duplicated in latex or whatever material this thing was made from. It was wonderful, especially with my eyes locked with his.

  The closer my entrance got to the half-barrel base, and the deeper the dildo embedded in me, the stronger the vibrations were. When I felt the small ridge on the rectangular base make contact with my clit, I almost jumped ten feet in the air, the
vibrations were so intense.

  Restarting my descent from halfway up the shaft, I eventually managed to get all the way to the bottom again, feeling the very tip brushing my cervix in exactly the way Castor’s real-life version did. The little ridge on the base was once more pressed against my clit, delivering the vibrations directly on to my go-button and I was already taking short, shallow breaths.

  “Holy shit… this is good,” I panted.

  “You’re on the lowest setting. Better start recording if you want to say anything coherent,” said Castor.

  After Castor had told me I was making a video today back at his house I had hurriedly begun writing down things I should talk about and as I turned the computer on and waited for it to load up, I spread my notes out in front of me and tried to concentrate. It was a losing battle, the machine was impossible to ignore, but I had to try.

  Castor picked up the remote and took a seat in my office chair, reclining it back as far as it would go and getting comfortable. When I was ready to start, I glanced downwards at myself and saw my nipples were diamond-hard and straining against the shirt, they would be so very prominent in high definition but there was nothing I could do about it. With an internal shrug, I pressed ‘record’ and greeted my viewers.

  “Hi everybody, this is Carmen ‘Confidence’ Jones checking in from my new place of business. I’ve got some new equipment, so please bear with me on this video as I’m probably gonna go overboard with the fancy editing and special effects, I’ll settle down soon, I promise.” Thinking quick on my feet, I added, “I’m having some problems with my audio, so if you hear some low humming sound, I apologise.”

  Castor turned something on the remote and I instantly felt the surge of power to the Supernova and let out a yelp that I only half-managed to rein in and cover with a clearing of my throat. With superhuman willpower I managed to forge ahead and tell the story of how I’d met a nice young man who was doing some volunteer work alongside me in a shelter, and I was trying to work towards the conclusion that maybe not all men were pure evil.