Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  The Well-Endowed Billionaires Club 1

  Description

  If she can make it through the night without screaming for them to stop she gets one million dollars. If not... she gets nothing.

  Inexperienced brat Melissa Verity has got problems. The bank is about to foreclose on the house she grew up in, somebody close to her has got medical bills they can't pay, and to top it all off, she's just lost her scholarship. That's when she's given the chance of a lifetime.

  One million dollars for one night. All she has to do is submit herself completely and utterly to be ravished bareback by seven anonymous men whose bank accounts aren't the only things that are huge.

  She has all the motivation she could possibly need... but will that be enough to withstand everything the Well-Endowed Billionaires Club can unleash on her?

  Kinks/Sub-Genres

  Gangbang, Rough Sex, Virgin, Sex For Money, Billionaire, Rough Sex

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  The numbers on the elevator readout were counting up, but everything felt like a countdown. My breath seemed abnormally loud to my ears, when I could hear anything over the pounding of my heart.

  Most elevators were kind of dirty and played the worst music in the history of the world. Not this one. It was sleek, sexy, and ominous, just like the building it served.

  “You sure you want to go through with this? No offence, but you don’t look like the kind of girl that could handle it. Mind you, no girl has made it through this yet so I guess that doesn’t mean much,” said the man who hadn’t introduced himself.

  I nodded.

  Not exactly reassuring, but I had all the motivation I could possibly need. When I thought of the series of events that had led me to this point, my heart sank. The banks were this close to foreclosing on the family home, the one I had grown up in, and between them and my mom’s medical bills, we were so deep in the hole that there was no digging our way out.

  To top it all off, my college scholarship had been withdrawn on a technicality with only a few weeks until I was supposed to start. I’d been nearly in tears, sitting on a bench outside an administrative building on campus when a man who looked like he could be in the secret service approached me.

  Never in a million years would I have ever thought a contract like that would be laid out in front of me. Never in a billion years could I have imagined myself signing it.

  One million dollars. One night of ‘rough and unprotected’ sex with seven anonymous and ‘well-endowed’ men. If I screamed for them to stop, if I did anything but beg for everything they could give me, I would get nothing. If I could make it through the night… all my financial worries were solved, my future was saved, my mom received the medical care she needed.

  I had too much riding on this to pull out now, or ever, but the man was right. If there was a kind of girl that could normally handle this, it wasn’t me.

  If there was a label that could be put on that kind of girl, what would it be? Slut? Porn star? Perhaps, but I was neither of those things.

  At eighteen years old, even I knew I was a pretty stereotypical ‘good girl’. I’d slept with two guys, both of whom had been my boyfriends at the time, I had good grades, I was polite and respectful, I didn’t even swear.

  It was no wonder my heart was beating so hard. I just didn’t have any kind of life experience to prepare myself for what had been hinted at in the contract. The doors slid open and I caught my first look at how the elite live.

  “In you go.”

  I stepped into the penthouse and couldn’t help but stare around the room with slack-jawed wonder. The floors, the furniture, the art, it was clear that no expense had been spared on anything. The view out of the window dominated everything though, I could see the cityscape lit up for miles around. ‘Window’ was too humble a name for the floor-to-ceiling glass, but I didn’t know if there was another word for it.

  There wasn’t a lot of time to admire anything though, because sitting around a coffee table littered with cigars and tumbler glasses of scotch on various seats were seven well-dressed men beginning to get to their feet. I had thought that with the kind of money they were able to unload on me that I might recognise some of the men from TV, but it wasn’t to be.

  Obscuring their faces, each of them was wearing a jet-black silky mask, making them look like a cross between bandits and super-heroes. One of them was already halfway to me by the time the doors had slid shut and I found my voice.

  “Hi, I’m Melissa, I’m here…”

  The man brought his arm up to my throat and firmly pushed until my back hit the elevator with a soft metallic thud. I dropped my bag and raised my hands to try and pull his arm away, gasping more out of shock than from the pressure he was putting on my neck.

  “Nobody cares who you are,” he whispered harshly, pushing his other hand up the white button-up shirt of my old school uniform until he was squeezing my tit through my bra. “This doesn’t look like a costume… how old are you, little girl?”

  After signing the contract I had been given a thousand dollars to prepare myself for the night, which I had promptly banked and instead made some alterations to my uniform. I obviously didn’t need it for school anymore, so I thought ‘why not?’

  Ignoring the instinct to struggle against him, I let this unknown man grope my firm flesh as he held me against those doors. Taking a split second to make sure I was under control before I spoke, I remembered the contract, remembered my situation, remembered all the lines I had come up with, things I could say without thinking about it in the heat of the moment.

  “I’m eighteen years old, I’m not a little girl. You can do anything you want to me.”

  “I like the sound of this one,” said the second man to arrive, reaching his hand up my skirt and cupping my pussy, feeling my folds through the pure white material of my panties.

  A third man arrived and slid his hand up the back of my thigh, giving my ass cheek a firm squeeze before pulling the elastic of my waistband out and running a single finger along the crack of my ass until the tip pushed at my virgin asshole. I half-gasped, half-yelped, making him chuckle quietly as he continued rubbing and pushing against my firmly clenched rear entrance.

  Six hands were on my body, maybe more as the other four men crowded round. I was surrounded, the mixed scent of their various colognes and shared cigar smoke was all around me, they smelled so… rich and powerful, there was no other way to describe it.

  I closed my eyes and tried to stop myself from hyperventilating as these men took advantage of their power and wealth, took advantage of me. It was impossible to keep track of what hands were where, my bra was unclipped beneath my shirt and my panties were pushed to my ankles.

  After a few minutes of exploration, it felt like I had no secrets left, nothing was private, nothing was sacred. I was nothing more than a tight pussy to be fucked.

  Smack!

  A resounding slap from the man who had been squeezing my tit made my eyes water and brought my attention back to him.

  “Look at me, slut,” he said. “You like sucking cock?”

  Trying not to let my voice waver, I nodded, “Yes, sir. I’d like to suck yours.”

  “Down on your knees then,” he said, pushing down on my shoulder.

  The hands of the others two slipped out from under my skirt and shirt as I went down, kneeling next to my little backpack. The man in front of me unzipped his pants, while the others in the room began to disrobe more completely, starting with their jackets and shirts.

  “Take it out,” he said.

  Reaching out, I hoped he didn’t notice how much my hand was shaking. I felt the warmth of his body the instant my fingertips passed the opening of the zip, and even more so when I worked them inside the gap in the front of his boxers.

  I had known that my previous boyfriends couldn’t have had the huges
t dicks in the world, I thought they were probably about average. Nice, but not worth writing home about. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was trying to curl my fingers around.

  Tugging it out into the open air, I couldn’t help but snatch my hand back and cover my mouth as I went from kneeling to sitting on my heels. I stared up at his impossibly huge dick and felt the first stirrings of doubt.

  Stirring? No, it was more like a tornado of doubt twisting its way through the trailer park of my resolve and wreaking havoc.

  “What’s the matter?” said the man, taking his semi-hard shaft in his hand and slapping it against my cheek with a soft meaty sound. “Don’t think you can handle it?”

  I moved my hand from my mouth to my cheek, where a droplet of pre-cum had smeared, then looked up at him, finding that spark of defiance and determination that had made me sign the contract in the first place.

  “You can do anything you want to me, I’m yours.”

  “Good girl,” he said, and aimed his manhood at my mouth.

  Never taking my eyes from his, I parted my lips and let him feed the tip of his cock inside, flicking my tongue across the underside of the head. Already thick, it instantly began to swell even further as he slowly pushed it in and out across my lips until it was rock hard and I had to bring both hands up to the shaft to keep it properly aimed at my face.

  The man leaned against the elevator with his hands and began thrusting a little harder, a little deeper, pulling his cock completely out of my mouth and through the grip of both of my hands before plunging in again. I continued flicking my tongue under his cock when I could and gave my sluttiest moans.

  It was a surprisingly easy reaction… there was something about the whole situation that seemed to overshadow my misgivings, take away all the cares of the outside world. Out there, I had problems, life was complicated. In here, I was made to serve this majestic cock. It was simple… it was fucking hot as hell.

  “Yeah, fuck that face,” said one of the others and I glanced to either side.

  The other men had fully undressed by now and were all stroking hard cocks as they watched me, an inexperienced little blonde girl, take this huge cock in the mouth. My eyes widened again for a moment. All the men were similarly sized to the one I was sucking and some, God help me, were even bigger.

  The man whose dick I was sucking began fucking my mouth even harder, even deeper, until he hit the back of my throat and I instinctively jerked back, only to bump my head on the elevator doors with another metallic ‘bong’ sound. I fought down my gag reflex, and the man continued sliding that huge rod through my hands, hitting my throat over and over again until I just rested my head against the doors to save on bruising.

  “Spread your legs,” commanded one of them and I complied, kneeling with my knees apart.

  He knelt beside me and trailed his fingers up my inner thigh, sending a pleasurable shiver up my spine that made me sigh as contentedly as possible with a massive erection pounding my face. When he touched my pussy I was in seventh heaven, I felt so free, free of responsibility, free from my good girl image, I felt like I could do anything… and they were going to give me a million dollars?

  “This little slut is wet as fuck already,” he said.

  As his fingers probed and slid around my tight little pussy and, joyously, over my clit, I realised he was right. I’d given up control to these rich, powerful, men with king-cocks and my body had responded to prepare me as best it could.

  The man whose cock I was sucking paused his thrusts and pushed at the back of my throat, hard. Once more I fought against my gag reflex, but my face went red and I looked up at him with watering eyes until he relented for a moment. I knew what he wanted… but it was just too big.

  Once his finger was good and wet with my juices, I felt the man kneeling beside me begin flicking a single finger back and forth across my clit and I gave him a look like he was my hero, thanking him without words. I reached out and began stroking his cock, amazed at how small my hand looked while holding it.

  Another anonymous man knelt on my other side and grabbed my arm, removing my hand from the cock of the one face-fucking me and putting it on his own, making me jerk him off too. Unceremoniously, he ripped my shirt open, exposing my breasts with bra hanging loose.

  “Look at those fuckin’ tits. Beautiful,” said one of the men I couldn’t even see at that moment.

  Somehow I felt the warmth of a blush touch my cheeks. I’d always considered my breasts completely average, but the compliment made me push my chest out proudly against the hands that found their way to them.

  I was overwhelmed in every sense of the word, in both mind and body. Huge dicks were everywhere, one in each hand, one in my mouth, four waiting in the wings, one finger inflicting immeasurable pleasure on my clit… I felt like I was going to explode at any moment.

  I was right. I gripped those hard dicks as tightly as I could and moaned like I was going to bring the whole building down while ecstasy I’d never dreamed off rocked my world. My juices flowed freely and I was sure I was making a little mess on the floor as the finger on my clit increased speed to what seemed like superhuman levels, becoming a constant hum of stimulation on my most sensitive spot.

  The man fucking my face pushed his cock against my throat again, cutting off my air supply as my orgasm took over. Somehow the struggle for air only seemed to intensify my climax, I might have slumped to the ground in a quivering mess if I wasn’t held up by all those big dicks.

  I heard a grunt of release and felt that huge cock pumping cum directly against the back of my throat. I did my best to swallow but, distracted as I was by my own orgasm, I couldn’t take the sheer volume of it and some escaped out of the corners of my mouth.

  When he was finished with me, he pulled his manhood out and looked down with a satisfied expression as I gasped for air, scooping up the escaped cum with a finger and pushing it back in my mouth.

  “Swallow it all,” he commanded. “If all women could suck a cock like you, there’d be no more wars, we’d be too busy to fight. Speaking of which, you won that defence contract, Cal, so as per the agreement at the last meeting, you get to fuck this pussy first.”

  “Damn right. Get her to the table.”

  Strong hands slipped under my arms and then my legs, carrying me so I was facing upwards. Various light fittings passed my field of vision and then I saw myself reflected in a mirror up there. I had no idea what sort of place had that kind of thing outside of the bedroom, but there it was.

  I saw, and then a second later felt, a narrow table underneath me, which the men placed me down upon, my head lolling backwards off one end and my ass resting right on the opposite edge. The one called Cal stepped between my legs and I raised my head to look down at him, his intimidating erection towering over my pussy like an obelisk.

  “I’m going to fucking ruin you, slut,” he said, grasping his shaft at approximately the mid-point and aiming it at my tight teen slit.

  I couldn’t believe the size of the thing advancing upon my sex and had to fight against every instinct that told me to close my legs, to kick him away and protect myself, because there was no way I could take that monster in my inexperienced little pussy. The fight between fear, determination… and that animal part of my brain that told me to get fucked by the biggest cocks I could find, resulted in thighs that merely quivered against his hips as I felt that fat head of that royal erection traced teasingly around my sopping wet entrance for a few moments before being pushed forwards.

  I cried out as the thickness of his manhood pushed my pussy lips aside, feeling myself pushed to what I thought were my limits and then even further. With white knuckles, I gripped the sides of the table and clenched my teeth.

  In the mirror I could see his hard length pushing at my folds and my eyes widened at just how far away he was from bottoming out. Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into?

  “Oh fuck yeah, you love that cock?”

  “Yeah,”
I grunted through my teeth, and realised I wasn’t even close to lying.

  Smack!

  From somewhere on my right, an open palm struck my cheek, twisting my head to the left for a moment and taking my focus away from the huge invasion of my most private area. I felt a whole inch of cock slide in before I could even search for the source of the slap.

  “Then beg for it,” said a man on my right, presumably the one who had slapped me.

  “Please! Please give me that cock, fuck me like your little slut.”

  I gasped out my lewd encouragement and finished with a yelp as I felt his cock drive past the deepest point I’d ever taken a man before, and still it kept coming. No man had ever touched me where he was touching me now, he was in virgin territory.

  “Do you want it to stop?” asked somebody from my left.

  “No! Fuck me hard!”

  “Jesus this bitch is tight, guys. It’s gotta hurt, little girl, you sure you want what you just asked for?”

  “Yes! I was born to take your cum!”

  “God damn,” said another masked man, “I’m sending my step-daughter to her school.”

  “Me too,” said another.

  With five huge cocks being slowly stroked all around me, the one in my pussy brushed up against my cervix at the same moment I felt a pair of balls heavy with sperm come to rest on my ass. Cal didn’t pause for even a moment, immediately pulling back until I felt that bumpy ridge of his cock at my tight entrance once more and then slamming it home so fast I cried out in pleasure and pain.

  I was on fire between my legs, wet as I was there was no amount of slippery pussy juice that could mitigate the huge shaft that was now sawing in and out of me, gaining pace quickly until my whole body was shaking with the impact. Thick man-meat found its way into each of my hands as I thrashed my head from side to side, trapped and walking a fine line between an abyss of torment on one side and ecstasy on the other.