Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  Maybe it was the idea that they had so much they wouldn't miss a little that made me do it. When I was sitting in some lawyer's office in the city, being treated to the sight of several videos of me slipping various items from around the house into my bag over the course of several weeks, I knew I'd made a horrendous error in judgement. But by then it was too late.

  The point was driven home when one final video was played of the night I had my boyfriend over after the kid was asleep. Unlike the other files, the lawyer let that one play from start to finish. I was blushing so deeply somebody might have mistaken me for a fire hydrant by the end of it.

  "Your employer passed these videos on to my employer because he thought my employer might find them to be of interest."

  "Please... I'll give it all back, I mean, some of it is sold, but I'll give the money... I can work off the rest, or..."

  "Ah. Yes, our respective employers thought you might be willing to negotiate something. I mean, it's that or prison, right? You know what those lifers would do to a pretty girl like you in there?"

  I hung my head and shook it from side to side.

  "You don't want to know. But I'm happy to say there's a way out of all this."

  "There... there is?"

  "Oh yes. We learn from these videos at least two things. One, you like money. Two, you like cock."

  My blush deepened. "You... you're not supposed to talk like that."

  "I can talk however I like, you just worry about yourself. Here, have a look at this contract. Here's a pen if you decide you don't want to go to jail.

  *****

  Well, I didn't want to go to jail, but as the numbers in the elevator counted off the floors, I couldn't muster up much confidence that I'd done the right thing. The contract was insane in how much it demanded, and how much it promised.

  One million dollars and all crimes forgiven in exchange for one night. Not just any night though. I would have to give myself entirely to seven "well-endowed" men for them to use me unprotected and as hard as they wanted all night.

  Not only that, but I'd have to do better than just tolerate it. I had to beg for everything they gave me, I had to be their desperate little slut. Even if I didn't think I could handle it, I had to ask for more, more, more.

  I'd only been with one guy my whole life, my boyfriend. He was 'the one' for me, I'd known it ever since prom. I couldn't tell him what I'd done. What I'd agreed to do. So I told him over the phone that I wasn't feeling well and then stepped into the limo that had been sent for me.

  In time I'd tell him. I did it for us, so he wouldn't have to wait for me while I served a jail sentence. So we'd have all the money we could possibly want for our future together.

  Part of me thought that was a lie though. It was the part that perked up when I read about seven men all using me at the same time. It was the part that was aghast that I ever considered being with only one man my entire life. It was the part that wanted it so much harder than my boyfriend was willing to give it to me.

  This night, this whole situation, was an incredible excuse to let that part of me run the show for a while. I had plausible deniability.

  With a melodious ‘ding’, the elevator doors opened and the man who had accompanied me this far gestured wordlessly into the room. I supposed this was what you'd call a penthouse, a top-level apartment with views to die for.

  The elevator doors closed behind me, cutting off the comparatively harsh lighting and leaving me alone in the foyer. I stepped forward warily, my high heels clacking on the tiles.

  I'd been told to make myself look as sexy as possible, but the only thing I could think of to do was to dig out my old school uniform, spicing it up a bit with some knee socks and the heels. My long legs had always made the skirts look short, they were probably my favourite feature about myself.

  Rounding a corner, my heart nearly stopped when I saw what was waiting for me. No amount of specific contract wording could have prepared me for the sight of seven well-dressed men wearing black masks to cover their eyes all looking at me like I was a zebra prancing into the lion's den.

  "Um... hi, I'm Denise, I'm..."

  "This is the thief, isnt' it?" asked one of them, stepping forward.

  "That it is," said another.

  I didn't see who made the confirmation because the first to speak had already closed the distance and reached out with one hand, grabbing me by the jaw and tilting my head up to look into his eyes. My mouth was squeezed into a fish-lips pout as he surveyed me, turning my head from side to side and then scanning up and down my body.

  "I am going to ruin you, you little fucktoy," he promised. "You like the sound of that?"

  "Yes, sir," I said, obediently.

  He laughed. "You have no idea. How many guys have got their little cocks into you before?"

  "One."

  That brought forth some more chuckles from the other men, who were slowly gathering around. My eyes darted from side to side as I felt hands on my legs, ass, and breasts, before coming back to the man in front of me.

  Even with the masks I thought I would have recognised the billionaire I technically worked for, but although he was classically tall, dark and handsome like all but one of these men, I was reasonably sure he wasn't present. They were all complete strangers.

  For some reason, the thought raised a flash of fear and excitement in me. Seven men who I didn't know, and who didn't know me, had their hands on my most intimate places.

  They were treating me like a piece of property, like my compliance was beyond doubt. These were men used to getting what they wanted, when they wanted, and they wouldn't hold back on taking what they wanted from me.

  Somebody's finger stroked the length of my slit through my panties from back to front, finishing with a skillful little flick on my clit that made me gasp and shiver. The man holding my face moved his hand to the hair at the back of my head and grabbed me by my thick braid, before pulling me towards the couch.

  "I'm going to facefuck this little thief," he said.

  I stumbled as he dragged me, only maintaining my feet due to the strong arm holding me up by the hair, but it hurt and I let out a little squeal of pain. The man paid no heed and pushed me down on the couch before circling around behind me and pulling until I had to bring my feet on to the cushions and my head was hanging over the back with my pelvis thrust up in the air.

  I was looking directly at the front of his pants, albeit upside-down, when somebody else climbed on the sofa beside me. Between my legs I felt a self-assured hand cup my pussy through my panties, like it belonged to him, rubbing the pristine-white material against my sex.

  Every fibre of my being wanted to look, to see who was taking this liberty with my body, but my head was held firm, and when I saw the first man using his free hand to pull his zip down, I was mesmerised. I'd only seen one cock in my whole life, and I practically worshipped it. It would be interesting to see what...

  "Holy shit," I said.

  The semi-hard specimen of manhood that was pulled out in front of me already dwarfed my boyfriend's, and it was growing before my eyes as he stroked it just in front of my face. The man snickered and repeatedly slapped my face with his dick.

  The sheer weight of it was incredible, every impact on my cheek and lips made me flinch. Between my legs, there was no relenting on the constant caressing of my pussy. That, combined with the almost degrading slapping of my face was making me squirm.

  I didn't want to be treated like this... but I did. I didn't want it to feel good... but it did. More of the men climbed on the couch or crowded around and once again I felt more hands on me at that moment than I had at any one time in my life up to that point.

  "Open up wide, thief," said the owner of the majestic shaft in front of me.

  I gulped and licked my lips nervously before opening my mouth, silently offering a few words of apology to my boyfriend. When that man fed his fat cock over my lips I felt a tingle of sweet pleasure between my legs and when it�
��s girth pressed against my tongue, my panties suddenly began sliding around a whole lot easier under the manipulations of whoever was taking all the liberties with my pussy.

  “This little slut is wet. I knew she’d want to be here. Cock and money, that’s what she’s all about. That’s what you live for, isn’t it, thief?”

  I blushed but remembered the contract and offered him an utterly muffled ‘mmhmm’ from around the fat cock that was getting thicker with every movement in my mouth. From the corners of my eyes I saw a muscular and very much naked man climb on to the sofa on either side of me and each of them grabbed my hands, bringing them to their imposing shafts and forcing me to stroke up and down until I got the idea and did it without prompting.

  Without my hands bracing against the back of the sofa, balancing was difficult. Thankfully, with his cock now apparently at full mast and firmly embedded in my mouth, the man behind the sofa interlaced his fingers under my neck, taking some of the strain but also giving himself a good grip to begin slowly thrusting his hard dick in my mouth.

  The bumpy ridge of his cock slid over my lips and tongue, filling my mouth with his masculine presence deeper than the little kisses I called blowjobs allowed my boyfriend to do. Upside down as I was, with a huge dick penetrating my mouth, I couldn’t stop a steady flow of saliva and pre-cum from beginning to slowly drip up my face. This was going to get messy.

  At the same moment, I felt fingers curling around the waistband of my panties, pulling them downwards as somebody talked about getting a taste of ‘that fresh eighteen year old pussy’. I had to lift each of my feet up in turn before my panties were discarded. To where, I had no idea, but a few second later that didn’t matter, as I felt a skilled tongue snaking into my wet slit.

  Apparently he found the taste to his liking, as he let out an ‘mmmm’ of satisfaction, his lips humming right on my clit in such a way that my eyes rolled back in my head, briefly cutting off my view of those heavy balls swinging back and forth as my face was fucked. I felt his hands cup my ass, he must have looked like he was eating a wedge of watermelon as he eagerly lapped at my pussy.

  The more he licked, the faster my sweet nectar flowed, which made him lick harder and faster. It was a perfect upward spiral of pleasure that had me moaning and well-distracted even when the cock in my mouth started thrusting harder and deeper, first brushing against the back of my throat and ramping up to a solid impact at the end of each stroke.

  My shirt was ripped open and the push-up bra I’d worn to accentuate my petite breasts was unclasped before I felt several hands taking turns squeezing my chest, pinching my nipples almost to the point of pain before releasing so another stranger could have his way with my teen flesh.

  With the hands on my ass, my neck, my shoulders, everywhere, I sometimes felt my feet leave the surface of the couch with the men tugging and lifting my body every which way in their eagerness to use me. Through a confusing haze of shame and bliss, I thought it felt a little bit like the world’s strangest game of ‘light as a feather, stiff as a board’, only with way more rock-hard cocks than usual.

  Over everything, the heavy breathing, the slurping of my pussy being eaten out by a certified expert, the groans of satisfaction, my own muffled squeals and moans, was the steady squelching beat of the huge cock hitting the back of my throat. Just when I felt the stirrings of something dangerously pleasurable thrumming back and forth between my clit and my belly, the man with his cock in my mouth started pushing forward relentlessly.

  The pressure on the back of my throat was too much and I coughed and gagged, thrashing my head from side to side until he pulled out. I gasped for air as the room went comparatively quiet, the other men not yet ceasing to grope and use me for their pleasure, but obviously listening intently as the first man knelt down to speak in my ear with a low tone.

  “Had enough, thief?” he asked.

  I blinked away a few tears and caught my breath, already beginning to feel the sensations of that miraculous tongue on my clit take over again. I gulped and breathed deeply once before answering.

  “You can do whatever you want cause… because I’m your little slut. F-fuck my throat, master.”

  If I didn’t know any better I would have sworn the cocks in my hands swelled when I spoke, and the roaming hands resumed squeezing and stroking me even more urgently as I prayed for strength and opened my mouth again. The man fed his hard length into my mouth again and then held my throat as if it was a tiny waist, pushing forward until I thought I might pass out from the effort.

  The flickering tongue on my clit lapped at a frantic pace and I couldn't hold back a moan. The instant I did, my throat seemed to open up just that little bit more and the constant pressure from the stiff rod in my mouth seemed to cross some threshold.

  The sensation of such a thick cock sliding down my throat was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. My eyes bulged and watered, and not even the rough pinching of my nipples, the huge and hard specimens of manmeat in my hands, or the stubbly tingle all around that wondrous tongue compared with the surge of triumph when I felt my chin touch his pelvis and those sperm-laden balls of his rested on my nose.

  "Good girl. Oh fuck... I swear I've scoured the earth for a teen that can deepthroat me. That throat is so fucking tight."

  Smack! Smack!

  The man patted my cheek a little harder than an Italian mafia boss pats his underling, a shade below a full-fledged slap, but it still stung. He pushed forward even harder, trying to eke out every last bit of depth from my throat, and held his length in me until I began to feel the need for air.

  The longer his girth cut off my oxygen, the redder my face went, but something magical was happening between my legs. The strain of trying to breathe was somehow accentuating the feeling of every flick and suck on my clit.

  I wanted to breathe... but I wanted to cum too. It was a crazy battle of basic animalistic needs. On one hand it felt like a fight for my life, on the other hand was the compulsion to serve the alpha males, to let them take anything they wanted from my body because everything I had was really theirs.

  My tight pussy? Theirs. My right to chose? Theirs. My decision about contraception? Theirs. I gave up. Showing up signed it, my body sealed it. I slithered my tongue along the underside of the cock denying me air, and gave the erections in my hands some extra-tight strokes.

  My body rewarded me. It seemed to tell me I'd made the right decision, serve the men with the biggest dicks and all will be well, milk them for their seed and I'd have strong children. It didn't speak in any language that used words though.

  Oh no, my body spoke in a language of pure euphoria. A pressure seemed to build up inside of me, a pressure that I would normally have released with orgasmic shrieks and squeals, but with my throat filled with the stiff rod, it just kept on building and building until I thought I might burst.

  My pussy squeezed and released, over and over again, as if trying to grip a cock, and the involuntary convulsions seemed to spread out to the rest of my body, where every flex of every muscle, every light or rough touch of my skin, was an explosion of pleasure that never died away. Everything sensation built on top of the ones before it until I wouldn't have been surprised if I was literally ablaze with ecstasy.

  The lack of oxygen, and the mind-shattering orgasm, eventually took its toll and my vision, already partially blindfolded by the balls over my eyes, became even dimmer. The sounds of a slurp and a gasp of breath seemed to come from a very long way away when I eventually heard them and felt the cool rush of air into my lungs.

  The fog began to clear and I felt a faint sensation of pins and needles all over my body, as if I'd been in an awkward position for too long and everything had gone to sleep instead of just an arm or a leg. I was still being supported in my bent-over-backwards stance by various hands, but the man who had eaten my pussy so well seemed to be moving underneath me.

  It wasn't long before the back of my thighs were draped over the top of his legs and I fel
t his rock hard manhood probing at the folds of my pussy. My neck was still craned backwards so I could swirl my tongue around the head of the cock from the first man, but I wished I could look down to see this new invasion.

  It was so big, so hard, that for a moment, without the benefit of being able to see it, it almost felt like a baseball bat made of flesh and it was getting more slippery every moment as my slick labia coated it in natural lubricants. I didn't know if the men nodded or otherwise signalled to each other, but I felt those majestic specimens of cock commence putting pressure on at both ends at the same time and braced myself as best I could.

  I held on to the hard dicks in my hands as if they were safety rails and half-moaned, half-squealed on the cock in my mouth, trying to recreate the manoeuvre that had allowed it access into my throat the last time. Somebody pinched my nipple hard, and that forced out a real yelp that seemed to do the trick. Sweet dick was sliding down my throat again before I knew it, but it was a different story for my pussy.

  In comparison with my boyfriend, it felt like the difference between a birthday candle and a totem pole, and as my tender teen petals were first forced aside and then stretched further than they ever had been before. As the first man began fucking my face and those balls swung against my nose time and again, my moans took on a more desperate quality as the pressure increased between my legs.

  There was no way it would fit... until it did. The tight opening of my slit almost felt like it was a ring of fire as it finally accepted the head and then inch after inch of hard shaft began sliding in.

  Nothing my boyfriend had ever done to me compared with that feeling of fullness as the huge cock delved deeper inside me than anything had ever been before and I felt that bumpy ridge being hugged on all sides by effectively virgin territory, a part of my pussy that had never known a man. The tip of his cock brushed against my cervix and I yelped around the thickness in my mouth.

  "You've never been fucked this deep have you, thief?" he asked.