The billionaire turned the power up to a notch and soon he was fucking my face so hard that I had to pull my hand out of his pants so I had both of them available to hold on to the edge of the table. From my perspective, the whole world was shaking, and the force of his pounding made my eyes water, turning the image of him into a blurry impressionist painting.
When, with one last resounding squelch, he pushed forward with sustained pressure I knew, from experience, what he wanted. Blinking away the tears, I did my best to relax, to take what he saw fit to give me.
As usual, it was the very first bit that was the toughest, once my gag reflex hoisted the surrender flag and those thick inches of perfect manmeat started sliding down my throat I actually enjoyed the sensation as much as what it looked like. My throat was tight around such a specimen, and he had so much cock to give me I felt like some kind of sword swallower.
Eventually, my nose touched the button of his pants and I nuzzled against him as he held on to the back of my head, forcing every last bit into me that he possibly could. My glasses were pushed to a comical angle as my face began to go red with the effort and lack of oxygen.
I loved having that cock in my mouth, down my neck, but Eric held it there for such a long time that I was fighting against every instinct to push him away before I passed out. He’d taught me well though, if he wanted to facefuck me unconscious, I would win the battle of wills over my own hands.
Just as the brown clouds were forming at the periphery of my vision, he pulled back. His hard length slipped out of my mouth with a wet pop and I hung my head, gasping for air and faintly feeling a trickle of my own juices running down the inside of one thigh.
“Never forget who’s in charge, Olivia. Never forget who owns you.”
I shook my head and managed to stammer out my reply between pants. “I… won’t… Daddy… you can do… whatever… you want.”
“That’s right, there’s my good girl. Flip over.”
I wasn’t quite sure what he meant, but with his strong hands urgently guiding me, I was soon on my back with my head draped backwards over the edge of the table. I adjusted my glasses back to their proper position and just got my mouth open in time when Eric took hold of his shaft and aimed it past my lips again.
As his cock filled my mouth and my world again, he leaned forward and pulled the skirt of my dress suit upwards. The material bunched up around my hips as I once more accepted his length down my neck, the skin of his throbbing cock briefly feeling cool from its minute in the open air.
With one finger, Eric scooped up that errant trickle of pussy juice from my thigh and I moaned happily right on his cock when that slickened finger touched my labia, gently tracing along the very edges before moving between them and circling my sopping wet entrance. Eric stroked my pussy as if he’d really missed it and every movement made me squeal and groan to the best of my ability considering the amount of stiff penis I had in my mouth at the time.
Eric began pumping most of his length in and out of my mouth, the fat head popping out of my throat long enough between each stroke so that I could breathe if I timed it right. At the start that was doable, but as my step-daddy’s expert fingers got more and more wet with my juices, and he used them with ruthless skill to make me even more excited, I was soon writhing with pleasure and finding it much more difficult to regulate my breathing.
None of that mattered to Eric though. He fucked my face as regular as clockwork and, when he moved one flickering finger to my clit, he brought me right to the brink of orgasm right there on this boardroom table. If he wasn’t careful, the board members of Intactustech were going to have to politely ignore the puddle in the middle of their meeting where a little blonde teenager had creamed herself.
He probably couldn’t have cared less about that though and, in the heat of the moment, neither could I. Just as I was about to have my first Eric-induced orgasm since he returned from his honeymoon with my mom, I felt him scoop his arms around me and heave upwards, thrusting his cock as deep as it ever had been in my mouth and lifting my body up in the air at the same time.
The world spun crazily and for a moment I had no idea which way was up or down. The universal truth of being impaled on a huge cock remained universal, but it took me several seconds to realise that Eric had lifted me into some insane standing-sixty-nine position.
My legs were draped over his shoulders at the hip, and his face was every bit as much buried in my pussy as his cock was buried in my face. The feeling of his late-afternoon stubble around my eager slit as he ate me out with mind-blowing enthusiasm got me right back to the edge of orgasm despite the disorientating sensation of being completely upside down with his cock in my mouth.
Blood rushed to my head, partially from my position and partially from Eric’s continued efforts between my legs. His tongue lapped up my juices and skilfully teased my clit until I was moaning like the little slut he said I was.
When he started bouncing me up and down, fucking my face, I lost all control. It was crazy, I was holding on for dear life, feeling his powerful muscles working as he held me aloft like I weighed nothing, my clit was absolutely buzzing with excitement and I felt my own muscles beginning to quiver and flex with the unstoppable climax.
It hit me with such a force that I instinctively squeezed my eyes shut, feeling like they might pop out of my head like a cartoon if I didn’t, and plunged my world into darkness. Combined with being upside down, I felt like I was floating in space and having the best orgasm ever.
For some reason I wondered if the astronauts ever fucked on the space station and if they did, what would they do about those little floating spheres of cum after the captain blasted the recent aerospace engineer graduate right in her little face? I didn’t know, I had enough cock down here on earth to keep me plenty occupied.
The electric buzz of pleasure exploded from my clit, sending shockwaves to my very extremities, and I felt my toes curling and wiggling with the intensity of it all.
Between my legs, my tight teen tunnel convulsed with each wave of pleasure and Eric lapped up my overflowing nectar like some kind of pussy juice vampire. He couldn’t get enough, and I’d never had so much to give him.
Finally the climax faded and Eric let me back down on to the table, before roughly, urgently, positioning me on my back with my ass just on the edge. I was almost a ragdoll by this point, the head rush leaving me fighting for consciousness again just as much as the extreme pleasure.
Eric wasn’t gentle with my skirt as he forced it up so it covered my stomach rather than my legs. I felt more pride at his urgency, how desperately he wanted to get at my tight little slit, but I hoped he didn’t rip my clothes, I really liked the outfit.
Thankfully, he didn’t, and Eric hooked his hands under my legs, pushing my knees together and up until they were pressed against my tits, my pussy peeking out at him between my thighs just the way he wanted. The billionaire paused for a moment, taking it all in, savouring his moment.
“Fuck-ing-hell, Olivia. Your body is almost too perfect for words. I fuck you as hard as I can, I try my best to ruin your pussy, and look at it now. Only a little rest and you look like a virgin again, a perfect little pink slit that can barely take my cock. God damn am I going to fuck you hard.”
“Yeah! Give it to me, Daddy! Fuck me as hard as you want… I need it!”
Eric spread the fingers of one hand wide to push on both of my knees at the same time, making my ass come up off the table just a little bit to what he must have deemed the perfect height. With his other hand he grabbed his shaft and used his hard dick to slap my pussy.
The heavy weapon between his legs hit my sex with a wet smack each time and made me hitch my breath as my clit, still sensitive from my orgasm, flared with sensation. After a quick pause to push his pants and boxers down to his knees and with a slight change of angle and some downward pressure, Eric’s cock pushed my pink petals to either side and I felt that huge symbol of masculinity attempting to in
vade my depths again for the first time in a couple of weeks.
I was as wet and slippery as a waterslide, but as his girth stretched my entrance I knew what he had been talking about, it almost felt like the first time all over again. The difference being that this time I knew I could take it and I knew how good I’d be feeling again soon, that cock was an instrument of ecstasy.
My hands scrabbled over the smooth surface of the table, searching for something to hold on to as the pressure between my legs increased to the point where I had to grit my teeth. Eventually finding the edge again, just in time, I let out a sigh of relief that was perilously close to the ‘grunt’ end of the scale when I finally felt the ridge of his cock squeeze past my tight opening.
With the tip safely embedded, Eric brought both hands to my knees leaning forward and pushing inch after thick inch of perfect hard dick into me. Eric’s gaze was fixed on my pussy, savouring how my teen slit struggled to take him, and every squeak and moan of effort seemed to make his cock twitch inside me as it plunged ever deeper.
When I felt his thighs come to rest on my ass, Eric briefly looked like he was having some kind of a spiritual experience, an expression of peaceful euphoria flashing across his face like a fast moving shadow. It was gone in a split-second though, and the more familiar look of pure sexual hunger returned as he pulled his cock back, almost out, and then slammed it home hard enough to make me yelp.
If not for that white-knuckled grip on the edge of the table, there was no doubt I would have been steadily shaken across the flat surface when Eric quickly built up to a fast and powerful pace. His body slapped against my ass every time he bottomed out and I thrashed my head from side to side, reeling with the sensation of fullness every time I had his entire cock inside me.
My feet wobbled almost comically in the air as Eric fucked the ever-loving bejesus out of me, and I felt a heat growing inside me as his thick cock was hugged tightly. My step-father, seemingly refreshed by his honeymoon with my mom, absolutely punished my pussy with his intensity, and all I could do was whimper and squeal for more.
Eric leaned forward, taking his hands off my knees and draping my legs over his shoulders as he grabbed on to my own shoulders, using the grip to fuck me even harder and deeper than before, if that was possible. His balls slapped on my ass and the volume of my moans started reaching operatic levels, I hoped the boardroom was well sound-proofed, because there was a cube farm out there that would be getting quite the aural show if not.
My glasses began to fog up as a sheen of sweat beaded my forehead. The cloudy image of Eric’s face was right above me, between my knees, as that heat threatened to turn into my second orgasm. My clit was tingling with the promise of black-out levels of pleasure, I was close. So close.
Eric’s hands slid up my shoulders and clasped behind my neck, pulling me up into a rare and powerful kiss, practically sucking the very essence of my being out of me. I was practically folded in half, his massive masculine presence deep inside me, and the kiss was robbing me of what little breath I had left.
I came like a breathless banshee, moaning into the kiss as my pussy squeezed and released his jack-hammering shaft over and over again. Our lips parted with the sound of released suction and through half-closed eyelids and the fog on my glasses I could see the man who made me call him ‘Daddy’ looking right at me as he unleashed what felt like (but surely couldn’t be) a couple weeks’ worth of semen into my fertile depths.
Every splash tingled with heat inside me and enhanced my own pleasure. Taking his cum was what I was born to do. The King’s fucktoy was the world’s Queen, and Eric was undoubtedly the King.
The warmth of his seed seemed to spread all over my body from my pussy, as if he was becoming a part of me. Every sporadic thrust as his own orgasm ebbed and flowed made me shiver with sensitivity as it transitioned into a wondrous kind of afterglow.
Eric absent-mindedly squeezed my tits through my top as we both caught our breath, and my nipples were so sensitive it was almost too much. Letting go of the table, I took off my glasses and cleaned them with my shirt before putting them back on and looking at the man who fucked like something not of this earth.
“Good girl,” he said.
*****
I walked out of the bathroom in a daze, into my room, and fell backwards on to my bed. I probably still would have fallen even if the bed wasn’t there.
This was the whole reason I was here. The whole reason my mom was still married. This was why everything had changed so much in the last several months
Well, everything was about to change again. I lifted the little stick in front of my face again and stared at it. Two lines. Two lines. Two lines.
“Oh my God,” I breathed.
My other hand went to my belly and circled around in cautious exploration. Inside there the child of Eric Lockwood was growing, if this pregnancy test was to be believed. I didn’t feel anything, but these things were supposed to be pretty accurate these days.
I gulped. What would happen now? Would Eric still want me after I told him? What was my life going to be like now?
*****
EPILOGUE
I felt the hot splash of cum inside me and Devan’s hand squeezing my throat as what had started out as a morning-quickie had turned into a hell of a sex session. Under the best of circumstances, I would have been a wreck after such a hard fuck, but with looking after little Brandt, I was definitely a little short on sleep lately. We caught our breath in each other’s arms for a moment.
Sure, we had the money to pay for all kinds of help, but something wouldn’t let me do that. I insisted on doing as much as I could by myself.
“You sexy little fuck,” Devan said. “I’ve got to get out of here or I’ll be late.”
“Have a good day, baby,” I said.
Devan rushed off to get ready, leaving me basking in my early-morning afterglow.
After Eric found out I was pregnant, he spared no expense on showering my Mom and I with everything we could possibly need or want, but he gave me the best present of all. He gave me the OK to have relationships with other men, and there was one already waiting in the wings, somebody else who wanted to give me everything I needed.
Devan was an age-appropriate boyfriend, somebody I could be affectionate with in public, the perfect man for me, after everything Eric had taught me. He fucked like a master and it was easy to fall in love.
As far as anybody besides Eric, me, my mom and Devan knew, the baby belonged to Devan, and shortly after Brandt was born, Devan proposed to me. I said yes and, after consulting with Eric, Devan gave me one hell of a unique engagement present. The one other person in the world who might suspect the truth.
“Now?”
The voice came from the little house at the foot of the bed. Some might have said it looked like a dog house, but it really was nicer than that on the inside. It was custom made. A good bitch did sleep there though.
“Yes, now,” I replied.
Deanna Royce, the worst of my bullies at school, crawled out and on to the bed, getting herself into position to fulfil her role as our official creampie eater. Apparently after her somewhat forced contract with Eric ran out, she kept on trying to contact him, begging for more.
There was something about it that she’d become almost addicted to. Whether it was the semen-of-a-powerful-man itself or the humiliation, she loved it. You could say it was her calling.
As she tenderly licked my well-fucked pussy, I sighed in satisfaction. Life sure was different compared to how my final year in high school started. Now Eric, Devan and Deanna pleasured me as much as I could handle and I was a mom myself.
It was like getting a billion for the price of one.
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One Night On Bearback Mountain 1
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A Rite of Passage...
Inexperienced brat Kristie has a secret she can't tell anybody. Her relationship with the star football player is a sham, she and him have never... you know. She's never done that with anybody.
That's why it takes so much convincing when her friends suggest a camping trip up on Bearback Mountain. Local legends tell of a werebear that likes women just like Kristie, likes to ravish them bareback and he never pulls out before he's good and finished. But... that's just a legend, right? Surely a werebear would be too big for her first time.
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Paranormal, Shifter, Werebear, Virgin, Breeding, Rough Sex, Cheerleader, Schoolgirl
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Our town lived in the shadow of Bearback Mountain. It wasn’t a huge snow-capped peak or anything, it was barely even considered a real mountain by most locals. And we were only in the shadow when the sun was very near the horizon.
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