Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  Kinks/Sub-Genres

  Pseudo-Incest, Daddy, Daugther, Rough Sex, Breeding, Barely Legal/Virgin, Blackmail

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  My friend, Becky, thought it was the perfect plan. It had worked on her step-dad, but then her step-dad wasn’t Joseph Martin.

  I wanted to go on vacation with Becky and my other friends, instead of the family vacation Joseph and my mom had already planned, but the two of them had denied me point blank. It only rubbed salt into the wound when my mom left with “the girls” on a pre-vacation-vacation to “unwind” before the three of us went to Europe.

  Neither of them seemed to care how important this was for me. It was probably the last chance I had to be with all my high school friends before we all went to different colleges after the summer break.

  It had started out as a vague pipe-dream one night while Becky, Mandy and I were having a sleepover at my place. Mandy took the bull by the horns, started organising everything, and it snowballed from there.

  All my friends, all the hottest guys, and it seemed like almost half of my graduating year were booked into a few hotels all close to the beach in Florida. Except me.

  It was so far from fair, I almost cried when I was at Becky’s place. That’s when she let me in on her little secret.

  Apparently, her mom and step-dad had refused to let her go at first, but Becky had other ideas. She waited until her mom was out of the house, dressed up in her shortest skirt and most cleavage-revealing top she had, and cornered her step-dad.

  She said that all she had to do was lean over his desk a couple times and make sure to bounce a little when she said “Puh-lee-ee-eaaaase?” and so fast it’d make your head spin, she had him on board for whatever she wanted.

  Becky insisted that I at least try her method, as she called it. If I wasn’t so desperate and if she wasn’t so enthusiastic, I never would have agreed. For the next hour, I felt like I was in a montage from a bad teen movie as Becky had me try on all her most scandalous outfits.

  Now, here I was, hyperventilating in my room and trying not to look at myself in the mirror, because I’d heard Joseph come home and I was dressed to thrill. My mom always made me dress so conservatively, I wasn’t used to showing this much leg. She’d even complained to my school that the uniform was too sexy, and now I was wearing a skirt that wouldn’t even cover my ass when I sat down.

  Becky had it easy. Her step-dad was a short, balding, accountant, who had probably lost his virginity to Becky’s mom when he was already well into his thirties.

  That wasn’t to say that Becky couldn’t turn it on, because she absolutely could. She was a world-class flirt and girls would come from the next town over just to talk to her and get some tips on how to drive the boys wild back home.

  She had the football team eating out of the palm of her hand, whereas I forgot my own name when the quarterback, Stan, asked me what it was. I also told him I liked maps. There was no reason for me to say that, the conversation wasn’t remotely related to the topic. If I had been standing next to an open window, I would have thrown myself out of it. With my luck, it would have been on the ground floor next to a rose bush though.

  However, even I, the last virgin out of all my friends, could twirl my hair around my finger and bite my bottom lip until some Poindexter helped me with my homework. That was the thing. Becky’s step-dad was low-hanging fruit. Joseph was high school quarterback times infinity.

  For all I knew, he was a quarterback when he was in high school, but he was built a little big for that position. He was a huge, hulking, intimidating man who started out his professional life as a bouncer and ended up opening several of his own clubs until his empire covered the entire country.

  He still had that bouncer physique, and the money that came with his success only added to his overwhelming presence. When he walked past and I caught a whiff of his cologne, I sometimes felt myself almost physically dragged after him. He smelled like a million bucks.

  Maybe my mom noticed the way I acted around him too. I suspected that was why she always made me cover up. She said she was defending my reputation, but in reality I thought she was simply trying to ensure that Joseph didn’t decide their open marriage should involve me in any way.

  It’s not that I wasn’t interested in boys my own age. I was. But, like I said, Joseph was the hottest guy in my school… times infinity. Every time I saw him, I felt the attraction growing.

  He was so big, so powerful, something about the way he carried himself made me feel like some of that power rubbed off on me. If I was with him, I was safe and protected. It made me all hot and slippery between the legs.

  After watching him for a while, memorising every feature of his face and getting that special feeling, I could dash to my room and make myself climax hard in less than five minutes. And the time I watched him getting out of the swimming pool, those chiselled abs dripping with water? I came before I could even get my panties off.

  Best of all was the first time I walked past my parents’ room in the middle of the night and heard him fucking her. Mom sounded like she was getting slowly murdered and loving every second of it.

  Her screams and wails warbled with what I assumed must be his powerful body thrusting into her, and I realised I could not only hear the thump of their bed against the wall, but feel it too. I held my hand against the wall in the hallway and it was as if a washing machine with an unbalanced load was in the next room. Their bed wasn’t even against this wall!

  I leaned against it and slowly slid to the floor. The power of his thrusts, via the wall, pulsed through my body. He was fucking, and I could feel it.

  Reaching up my skirt, I slipped my hand inside my panties right there on the ground outside their bedroom. I timed my moans with my mother’s, imagining he was fucking me that hard. It was the most powerful orgasm of my life. The only thing that stopped me from passing out was the fear of what might happen if they finished while I was out cold and came out to find me unconscious outside their room with my fingers on my pussy.

  My mom didn’t know how deep my infatuation went, and this was why I was so scared to try to tease him into letting me go on vacation with my friends. It was scary because of how much I wanted him.

  What would happen if I went through with this plan and he rejected me? It would confirm my worst fears, that I was invisible to a man like him. But I really wanted to go to Florida, so I took a deep breath and padded barefoot to his home office.

  After adjusting my top and tugging down my skirt, which had ridden up in the short walk across the house, I knocked on the door. While I was taking a deep, nervous, breath, he answered.

  “Yes?”

  I tentatively opened the door and saw him sitting behind his desk. He’d taken his suit jacket off but he was still wearing a dress shirt and tie, holding a pen in his scar-knuckled hand and writing something on a piece of paper.

  “Hi Daddy, what’cha doin’?” I asked.

  Becky said it was important to call him “Daddy,” she said her step-dad almost choked on his own tongue when she did that. Joseph stayed composed, but did raise an eyebrow.

  “Working. Are you going to be home for dinner tonight? Let me know, I’ll be ordering in and I can get something for you too.”

  I stepped into the room and Joseph raised the other eyebrow instead when he saw what I was wearing.

  “I was gonna go out later, but I was planning on being home for dinner. Can we get Chinese?” I walked slowly towards his desk.

  He put down his pen and leaned forward on his elbows, watching me approach. “Sure. Sweet ‘n’ sour chicken for you?”

  “Oh, Daddy, you know me so well.”

  I leaned forward on his desk, using my arms to push my breasts together a little. It wasn’t easy to do this with any subtlety, I was a lot less well-endowed than Becky was.

 
Even with my petite build, I thought any boy in my school would have at least glanced down, but Joseph had beautiful women hanging off him every day and his eyes didn’t even flicker. His gaze bored into me until I had to divert my attention to the closest corner of his desk.

  He didn’t respond for a long, awkward, moment as I bit my bottom lip and rose up on my toes a little so that the hem of my skirt could be seen over the horizon of his desk. Finally, he spoke.

  “Was there something else you wanted, Zoey?”

  This was it. Was flashing a little skin truly all it would take to get what I wanted?

  “Um… well, there was one other thing,” I said.

  “What’s that?”

  “I really wanna go to Miami with my friends, Daddy.”

  “I thought we talked about this,” he said.

  I quickly skirted around his desk and dropped to my knees beside his chair. He swung around to face me and I put my hands on his thigh.

  “Puh-lee-ee-eease, Daddy! It’s not fair. Everybody else is going and it’s our last chance to all be together. I got straight A’s in my exams, and I’ve been good.” I gulped. “Haven’t I been a good girl for you, Daddy?”

  Joseph rested his elbow on the arm of is chair and cupped his chin with his hand, pondering my case. His expression was unreadable, but there was something… something in his eyes that gave me that familiar feeling between my legs. I’d come here to try to use my body to get what I wanted from him, but his sheer animal magnetism seemed to be having more of an effect on me.

  “What would you do to go on that trip?” he asked.

  My heart leapt at the question, ignoring for the moment that dark undertone. It was the first hint of negotiations I’d had on the topic and I perked right up.

  “Anything! I’d do anything!”

  “Even ask… really nicely?”

  “Of course! I… I thought I already had, but… Please, may I go on vacation with my friends?”

  The corner of his mouth rose a little, the first break in his poker-championship-winning expression. “I think you can ask even nicer than that.”

  “But how?”

  Joseph patted his leg. “Come on up here and ask again. Ask real nice.”

  I gulped. “On… on your lap?”

  “You want to go with your friends or you want to suddenly play dumb?”

  “I want to go! I’m sorry.”

  After standing up, I tugged my skirt down as much as possible, but as soon as I bent my legs it rode up to scandalous levels again. As I sat, I could feel his muscular thigh under my ass, and I was acutely aware of where the hem of my skirt was, barely covering my panty-clad pussy.

  Joseph placed one hand on my thigh and the other on my hip from behind my back, then pulled me closer to him so one ass cheek was right over his crotch. I should have protested, but the feel of him underneath me robbed me of my words.

  That sure as hell wasn’t empty space in the pants under that ass cheek. I was half sitting on my step-father’s cock.

  His hands were on me, one of them with fingers on my hip and palm on the small of my back near my ass, the other on my leg hear the hem of my short skirt. He was pushing the boundaries of plausible deniability, he could be simply trying to call my bluff.

  I struggled to clear my throat, and then said in my most polite voice, “Please, may I go on vacation with my friends?”

  “I’m not buyin’ it, Zoey, you can do better than that.”

  “How?”

  “First of all… relax a bit. You’re all uptight, you’re making me think you don’t really want to be here. You want to be here, with me, don’t you?”

  “Yes, of course!”

  “So… relax…”

  Joseph’s hand moved slowly up my leg, paused at the hem of my skirt, and then moved to my shoulder. He leaned way back in his luxurious office chair and pulled me with him until I was practically lying on top of him.

  I tensed up for a second, but did my best to follow his instructions and relax a bit. It wasn’t easy, with his scent wafting into my nose and his rock-hard muscles scrambling my brain with every movement.

  One of his hands was even closer to my ass now, and my skirt was slowly making good it’s upwards escape. His fingers played with the hem, tickling the skin at the back of my upper thighs.

  “Now, whisper in my ear. Tell me you want to go on vacation with your friends because you’re such a good girl for Daddy and you’ll do anything for me.”

  “What?” I exclaimed, and would have sat bolt upright if he hadn’t been holding me.

  “Do it or stop fucking bothering me, Zoey,” he said as I stopped my futile struggle.

  My face must have flashed every shade of red in existence as I struggled with myself. If he was more like Becky’s dad, I’d have him wrapped around my little finger by now instead of the other way around. This was a dangerous thing he was asking me. What if I got too carried away and I succumbed to my taboo fantasies? This was already in the hazy border between mischievous and way out of line.

  I tilted my head and brought my lips closer to his ear, gulped again and whispered the words he’d commanded. “I want to go on vacation with my friends because I’m such a good girl for Daddy and I’ll do anything for you. Will you let me?”

  “Make me believe it, Princess.”

  I repeated my request, emphasizing “good girl” and “anything” while letting my body relax against him so there was no space between us. Holy fuck, he felt so big and scarily powerful.

  “Anything?”

  “Anything.”

  “How about a kiss?”

  I pecked him on the cheek without thinking about it, but he shook his head. “Uh-uh, here.” He pointed to his lips.

  “But… but… you’re my stepdad… I…”

  “You said ‘anything’.”

  “You made me say that!”

  “If you didn’t mean it, you’re welcome to leave. I’ve got work to do.”

  My heart was almost torn apart by trying to sink to the pit of my stomach and choke me in my throat at the same time. What on Earth was he doing? He must be calling my bluff, I thought, teasing me when I was trying to tease him. If I couldn’t do it, he’d laugh, send me on my way and I still wouldn’t have permission to go to Miami.

  The only shot I had was to call his bluff, dangerous game though it was. I licked my lips and slowly moved closer to him, eyes narrowing until they were almost closed. I kept on expecting him to move away, but he never did.

  Before I knew it, my lips touched his. I gasped, but it was cut off as our mouths sealed and he moved his hand to the back of my head to keep me in place as he pressed harder against me.

  I froze, wondering what my mother would do if she walked in right now, but Joseph melted me as quickly as a snowflake on the sun. Some primal part of my brain took over and kissed him back, I even moaned a little in the midst of our lip-lock.

  When we parted, I had to pant a little to catch my breath. “That shouldn’t have happened,” I whispered.

  “But it did. And you’ve wanted it for a long time. You’ve wanted more than that.”

  I blushed, as much from the knowledge that my big secret wasn’t so secret as from the forbidden truth of what he was saying. A large part of me wanted to emphatically deny it, to do the “right” thing, but sitting on Joseph’s lap, calling him “Daddy” before kissing him while wearing the shortest skirt in the world would probably undermine my credibility.

  “So, if you think you’re woman enough to come into my office dressed like this.” He squeezed my ass. “Then I’m gonna treat you like a woman dressed like this.”

  “But, Joseph, what about… what about Mom?”

  Joseph smirked. “She’s so fucking jealous of you, Zoey. You’re fifty times hotter than she ever was and she’s been trying to cover you up for years because of it.”

  “She… is?”

  “Oh yeah. You know what I make her do?” he asked.

  “What
?”

  “I make her wear your school uniform while I fuck her.”

  My jaw dropped.

  “I do it just to watch her squirm. She used to beg me not to make her do it, but she does what I say in the end because she knows I never fuck harder than when she’s pretending to be you and she’s a filthy little slut under her new lady-of-the-house image.”

  My skin was tingling with the rush of emotions, especially between my legs. I squirmed a little and felt my panties sliding wetly against my pussy. I was a mess already.

  Joseph continued. “I make her say ‘I’m your little slut, Daddy’… and that’s exactly what you’re going to say to me now, isn’t it, Zoey?”

  This was no longer about getting to go on vacation with my friends. This was now about getting what I really wanted, but at what expense?

  “I-I can’t say that.”

  Joseph reached between my legs before I could react and cupped my sopping wet pussy through my panties. I first tried to clamp my legs closed, but that only held his hand in place. Then I tried to push his hand away, but he was far too strong.

  It was a token effort anyway. His hand felt so different to when I touched myself. He was gripping the core of my sex, hard but not too hard, yet I could feel the depth of power there, far beyond what I possessed.

  “That’s not what your pussy thinks,” he said.

  I let my hands relax as he started gently rubbing my underwear against my slick teen slit. My legs even parted a little to let him move easier.

  “Say it, Zoey. Say it or I’ll stop.”

  That suddenly seemed like the worst thing in the world. “I’m your little slut, Daddy.”

  “Good girl.”

  Joseph’s finger circled my clit, first through my panties and then he pulled them to one side to touch my bare pussy. I yelped at the shock of pleasure, then moaned and rested my head on his shoulder while he explored my most private area in careful detail.

  The more he rubbed and explored me, the wetter I became, until my pussy, my panties and my inner thighs were all smeared with the evidence of my forbidden arousal. My hips started bucking and gyrating as he quickly brought me to the brink of orgasm.