The billionaire with the remote wasn’t making that goal easy though. Every time I thought the Supernova couldn’t possibly have a higher setting, Castor proved me wrong. I was nearing the end of my spiel when I felt my body, led by my clit, waving the white flag.
“So… I just… wanted… mmmmm… to share… ooohh.” My speech devolved into meaningless sounds of lust as I felt a flush rising all the way from my belly up my chest until it reached my face. Helpless, I glanced between Castor and my web cam several times, knowing that I was about to experience my first recorded orgasm.
Like a deer in the headlights I stared into the lens as I felt my orgasm bearing down on me like a freight train. I began bucking my hips back and forth, moving up and down, and moaning like an absolute whore as the vibrations from the machine I was straddling seemed to build up in my stomach and head towards some critical mass.
Castor balanced the remote on the armrest and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock to watch me as I came. I fixed my eyes on it, and licked my lips. I had one just like it inside me, vibrating in ways no man ever could, but I wanted that one too. So big, so hard, it was God’s gift to women and I wanted it.
“Let me taste it, Daddy! I need it, please!” I begged.
The notorious billionaire wasn’t known for taking requests, but granted me my deepest desire on this occasion. Standing up, he walked beside me and regained his grip on the hair at the back of my head, forcing my face towards him even though no force was required.
Just before the tip of his cock touched my lips I thought about how this was one part of the video I would definitely have to edit out. After the throbbing head of his shaft slid over my lips and I tasted his very essence on my tongue, there was no holding my climax back.
I moaned my pleasure right on to his hard dick, giving him some small fraction of the vibratory pleasure I myself was experiencing. Castor didn’t stop when he hit the back of my throat, instead applying more and more pressure until that faint popping sensation signalled that his manhood was advancing down my neck.
Smack!
Castor’s spare hand struck me on the cheek and the shock of it was like an oxygen tank exploding in the middle of an already-massive bonfire, fuelling my ecstasy to new heights.
“Take it all, show me how much you want it,” Castor said.
My hands reached up almost of their own accord and curled around his body at the hips, pulling him even deeper into my throat until my lips disappeared inside the zip of his pants and nuzzled up against the base of his cock.
I want it this much, Daddy, I said in my mind, hoping my eyes could convey all that I wanted to say. I looked up at him, from within the haze of my own orgasm, seeking his approval.
“Good girl, Carmen.”
Those three words, and the slowly increasing struggle for air, prolonged the tail-end of my orgasm until Castor relented and pulled out, letting me collapse forward to the desk, supporting myself on my elbows as a combination of saliva and his pre-cum dribbled out of my mouth.
A warm post-orgasmic haze settled over my body, but Castor had some needs that hadn’t yet been satisfied and he pulled me to my feet, unceremoniously extracting the Supernova dildo attachment as a result. I moved out of the way and Castor adjusted the position of the vibrating wonder after casting the attachment aside.
“Here, bend over it,” he said.
I did as I was told, kneeling down on one side and reaching over to touch the ground on the other, raising and presenting my ass for him to do with as he pleased. I glanced up, confirming my suspicions, he had positioned it so that my complete submission would be recorded.
As I lowered my upper body on to the Supernova, I felt the humming machine tickling first my navel, and then directly on to my breasts through my thin shirt. I gasped in pleasure and pressed myself even harder against it, curling against the surface.
My pussy was a sopping wet mess already, but the additional stimulation coming in through my nipples renewed the flow of my juices and I felt a tiny trickle snaking its way down my left thigh in the moment before Castor flipped my skirt up over my lower back, surrendering my sex to his every whim.
I felt more than heard him kneel behind me, and I definitely felt more than heard when he gave me a firm spank on my ass, letting out a little squeal.
Smack! Smack!
“What do you want, Carmen?”
“I want you to fuck me, Daddy,” I said.
“Should I use a condom?” he asked, teasing me with the tip of his cock on my labia, all around my desperate teen entrance.
Surely this was a trick question? “No! I want you to cum inside me, don’t waste it, Daddy!”
Smack!
“Good girl,” he said, blurring the lines between whether the spanks were supposed to be punishment or reward.
“Fuck yeah,” I breathed.
Castor continued to circle his rock hard shaft around my tight slit, driving me wild and making me try to force myself backwards every time his erection aligned with my honey-pot.
“Who do you belong to now, Carmen?”
“You! Always, you… please!” I couldn’t take much more of this.
My mother’s billionaire fiancé ended my suffering and slammed his huge cock home into my pussy, our bodies meeting with a resounding *slap* that rang out over the vibrating Supernova and made me throw my head back and gasp in shock. I was wet, I was ready for him, I was desperate for him, but I was still as tight as I had been when I lost my virginity two days ago and Castor was hard to accommodate.
All this was of little concern to the hard-fucking older man, and he vigorously pounded me, making my whole body shake with each impact. Between the thrumming of the Supernova and the sensation of my pussy being stretched to its limits by a jack-hammering cock, I soon felt the sparks of a new fire being kindled inside of me.
Every so often, between the regular slaps of our bodies meeting, there was the additional pistol-cracks of his open palm on my ass. Whenever he spanked me it made me arch my back upwards, bringing my breasts away from the surface of the magical orgasm machine I was draped across. Each time, for a few seconds, my big tits swayed and wobbled with the power of his thrusts as I yelled for more, before bringing them to rest against that wonderful low hum that was practically driving my nipples wild with excitement. I’d never felt them so hard before.
If such a thing was even possible, I sensed Castor’s cock swelling even more and knew he was getting close to cumming, from depositing his wonderful seed deep into my eager teen tunnel. I squeezed his cock with my supple little slit and begged him to fuck me as hard as he could.
I flexed my abdominal muscles and pressed my tits against the half-barrel as hard as humanly possible as Castor accepted my challenge, drilling into me at a frantic pace. I was in millionth heaven and let forth some incomprehensible groan of release as my second climax washed away all higher-level thinking.
My pussy pulsated with pleasure, squeezing and releasing Castor’s cock, milking it for the treasure it held. From my hazy cloud of bliss I heard the billionaire grunt and felt the head of his shaft swell slightly in the instant before a huge splash of cum coated my cervix. Castor’s body-shaking thrusts slowed in frequency, but did not diminish in power, as he released a torrent of sperm inside me hungrily seeking out my eggs.
Gradually we both became still and the imagined humming in my ears faded away, leaving only the real humming of the Supernova. My nipples were almost painful with the stimulation by the time Castor pulled out and let me up to my knees, halting me before I could stand.
“Clean me,” he said, and I surveyed his still-hard cock, hungrily.
Not needing to be asked twice, I licked him from balls to tip, scooping up the wonderful mixture of our juices and swallowing it with relish, opening my mouth wide and sticking out my tongue again so I could lick him once more and also show him what a good girl I’d been. Castor stroked my hair gently as I removed all traces of our sex act from him to the po
int where a criminal forensic investigative team wouldn’t have been able to tell we’d had intercourse solely from an examination of his dick. So I told myself, anyway.
“Well done, Carmen, I’ll let you get on with your video now. When you’re editing, make sure to think about what I’d want in there, and what I wouldn’t. I’ll check in on you later, I’ve got a couple of people I need to meet with.”
With that, he pulled up his pants and walked out of the door, leaving me in a cum-soaked mess on the floor with a half-barrel labelled ‘Supernova’ humming away beside me. I turned it off and moved it out of the way before cleaning myself up a bit and moving my chair in front of the desk so I could get to work in earnest.
*****
6 Months Later
“I want you to fuck me, Daddy.”
The words came through loud and clear on my headphones as I watched the scene on my computer screen. The out-takes from my first video in the new office were hot as hell.
I could hardly believe how different life was now. Castor and my mom had been married for a couple of months and we had both moved into his mansion. My undercover investigation of Rientech had been an incredible success, the company didn’t know what hit it when the secretly recorded footage of one of their executives trying to take advantage of a schoolgirl hit the internet.
All of a sudden, my video blog was back in the news and the advertising revenue absolutely went through the roof. On Castor’s advice, I had decided not to go to college, I was making a big enough name for myself and learning more hands-on than I possibly could with more schooling.
Of course, there were other reasons I wasn’t going to college. I rubbed one hand lovingly over my stomach and took my headphones off with the other.
“I can’t believe I might be watching your conception video,” I whispered to my bump.
I was due in a few months, so I was anticipating another fairly huge life change at that point. My mom and Castor were being so supportive though, and Castor had already arranged all the best help I could possibly want to bring my little one into the world. I even had a personal pregnancy consultant! It was nuts.
After little Castor Jnr or Castella were born, I was also booked in with a personal trainer to get myself back to my pre-baby body as quickly as possible because I was due for a very important meeting. It turned out that Castor was an old friend of President (President!) Tobin and we were going to the White House for a charity dinner.
Castor had hinted that I was just the kind of girl that the President liked, so if I played my cards right… well… that would be an interesting night, maybe more. Until then there was plenty to keep me busy.
I watched as the me-from-six-months-ago cleaned Castors cock and then stood, walking over to the corner of my room and pulling a sheet off my favourite piece of furniture. I ran my hand over it and read the word written on the side out aloud.
“Supernova…” I said.
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I was a Billionaire Wereteen 1: Taking Lucy
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What would you do if you had the power?
I am Mitchell Landon, unrelenting, unstoppable, a billionaire with a strangle-hold on the world. Feared by my enemies, envied by most, I thought I knew everything. However, when I turned thirty-eight I received a letter telling me something about my genetic inheritance that I found hard to believe. Not so hard to believe that I didn't clear my schedule around the next full moon though.
Now, every lunar cycle, I prey on the next generation of naïve little beauties. Walking the earth as an irresistible young man, I look just like one of their peers, but I'm not. I have a lifetime of experience of taking advantage of women more wary than them. These ones? So inexperienced, so innocent... they don't stand a chance.
Oh, I always start off so sweet and gentle... but when I get them alone, when their bodies start betraying them... I take everything I want, as hard as I want. They are mine.
When I spot my wife's eldest, Lucy, at a party, I know my next target is going to be even more taboo than usual.
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Pseudo-Incest, Age-Shifter, Paranormal, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Billionaire, Breeding, Rough Sex, Schoolgirl
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I was celebrating my birthday and had the world at my feet when I received an unexpected letter from my dead father. He had left it with his lawyer with instructions to give it to me when I turned thirty-eight.
It was the last thing I could have expected, and I retired to my office to read it straight away, closing the door behind me. That old man had taught me all I knew about how to take the world by the balls and squeeze until it coughed up everything I wanted. Everything.
He’d shaped me into the billionaire I was today. He would have been a billionaire himself back in the day, adjusting for inflation and all that, but the terms of his will had stated that I was only to be given $50,000 and I had to earn my first million before I got the rest of it.
Using everything he taught me, I came into full ownership of the estate later that year. He was a great man. I still remembered how he had shown me that money and power were everything when he had given me the greatest gift I could have hoped for on my eighteenth birthday.
He’d said my present was in my room, and when I got there what did I find? Only Emily Romanov, the hottest girl our school had ever produced, wearing her school uniform plus a little ribbon in a bow. He had bought her for me for twenty four hours.
It’s not like she was even for sale or anything, she was like a princess at the school, absolutely untouchable. You didn’t dare look at her, she was so beautiful. Rich though my family was, before that day I didn’t think that I, Mitchell Landon, would ever get to be balls-deep in Emily Romanov.
Well I didn’t sleep for a full day and night, and I fucked that girl until even I was sore, I could only imagine how she felt, all filled up with and covered by my cum, so humiliated, always on the verge of reconsidering the deal but in too deep to turn back. Oh the things I made her do… it was the greatest day of my life at that point.
What I hadn’t realised when I was eighteen, and still wasn’t fully aware of when I opened my dad’s letter, was just how incredibly naïve teenage girls are. No, back then they were an utter mystery to me and now they lived in a completely different world, a world that seldom crossed paths with mine.
Over the years I had learned to be more like my dad. I learned the, for want of a better phrase, tricks of the trade, exactly what to say to a woman to make those panties drop. To push them to, and past, their limits, to let me use them in ways they never in their wildest dreams could have imagined letting any man use them.
Of course, as my peer-group became older and older, the girls got wiser. The most attractive of them had heard everything that could possibly be said to a beautiful woman over the years, and they started playing their own game. The game was called ‘you want this pussy you put a ring on this finger.’
Well, I wasn’t going to settle for anything less than the best, so I put a ring on the finger of a former model and, with an inward sigh, con
sidered it ‘game over’. I’d had fun, holy fuck had I had fun, while it lasted but I guessed it was time to move on to the next stage in my life.
Then… I had this itch that I couldn’t seem to scratch with my wife. She was still a beautiful woman, the perfect companion for social events, wonderful arm candy, sucked cock like a professional and I actually enjoyed her company. On the face of it she was perfect, though maybe a little overprotective of her four daughters.
Four daughters to three different men and none of them were a part of their offspring’s life. My wife, Yana, had spent her late teens and early twenties as The Sexiest Girl Wherever She Was, and as such had fallen prey to all the things I would have said and done to her had our paths ever crossed back then.
The fathers to her girls were an athlete, a male model and an actor. And they’d split once they got what they wanted from Yana, leaving her with Lucy, Jennifer, and the twins Lily and Madeline.
Yana was world-weary. She’d already seen it all by the time I met her, and I thought maybe that had something to do with the itch that she couldn’t scratch for me.
I was always comparing everything to my first time and finding that nothing was as special as taking a girl like Emily Romanov, and breaking her will. Seeing a princess like that realise her place for the very first time, show her that yes indeed, I could do anything I want to her and she’s too much a slave to my cock to put up a credible fight.
To be fair, it wasn’t just Yana, it was all women my age. Something important, some sparkle in their eye, was gone. Whether it was as a result of too much attention like Yana, or too little, like the women who didn’t have Yana’s looks, the part of them that made me want to fuck them the most was gone.
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