Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  I had no choice. If I ever wanted to cure myself of my impossible schoolgirl fantasies, I had to get away from him, find somebody my own age, find somebody else I could be that passionate about.

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  It didn’t take long before I was booked for my first “gig,” a stag night where I’d have to strip in front of a small group of drunk men before taking the groom-to-be away for a private lapdance. My mom and Justin were away for a week having a little pre-wedding vacation, so it was perfect timing. I wouldn’t have to explain anything unusual about my behavior at least.

  My driver, George, pulled up to the Regency Grande, and I double-checked the card in my hand with the name “John” and the room number, apparently an executive suite near the top of the hotel. George reached into the back seat and pulled my little bag of props up front, handing it to me.

  He was a huge guy, ready to “fuck some motherfuckers up” if I called and needed help. My new boss told me that was a rare thing. Some groups might get grabby, but I was in control and could either use that to string them along for extra tips or I could tell them “no.” With George never far away, it was made clear to them when they booked that it was in their best interests to pay attention to my boundaries.

  I stepped out of the car and walked through the hotel lobby, trying to will myself into invisibility and feeling like my trenchcoat was having the opposite effect. Thankfully, I had the elevator to myself and the hallway I exited to was empty, so I put on my mask just outside their door.

  The mask was all part of my costume, part of the theme John had requested, Super-Schoolgirl. My boss was over the moon to have a new employee with extensive dance experience at such a young age, and loved my take on a super-hero schoolgirl strip routine.

  I never thought I’d be expressing myself through quite this sub-genre of dancing, but she said I had a knack for it. At the end, when I was wearing nothing but a garter belt to collect tips, I’d let the groom-to-be de-mask me and reveal my secret identity, then I’d take him away to a bedroom for his lapdance while his friends continued partying. I had a nice little sexcretary routine lined up for that.

  The door opened only a few seconds after I knocked on it and the expression on my face couldn’t have been more different to the one on the man who opened it. It was John… as in Uncle John, Justin’s brother and best man.

  He had been part of the crew that made me a playhouse to host tea parties with my dolls, and now he was looking me up and down in a way he never had before. I could almost see an x-rated movie playing out behind his eyes. I had to get out of here.

  “I… I…”

  “You’re the stripper,” he said, then called back over his shoulder. “The entertainment’s here, boys!”

  A stadium-sized cheer erupted from behind Uncle John, drowning out my stuttering, half-formed excuse for leaving. He stepped out of the way, curled his arm around my lower back, and ushered me in through the door before I quite knew what was happening.

  Uncle John’s hand moved from the small of my back down to my ass and gave it a quick squeeze before he closed the door behind me. I felt like I jumped so high that my head would hit the ceiling.

  This was a “hands-on” service they had paid for. They expected to be able to touch me anywhere, except between the legs, as much as they wanted.

  A roomful of horny older men all looked in my direction expectantly. I’d known every one of them for years, and the only thing between their lust and my true identity was a flimsy rubber mask that only covered the area around my eyes.

  For a moment, I was like a deer in front of a dozen headlights, then I locked eyes with Justin and saw that same expectation and lust in his face that was apparent in the others. My breath caught in my throat.

  This was, literally, a dream come true. Or a fantasy. How many times had I closed my eyes to see him looking at me like that? How ironic that it was happening now, while I was enacting my plan to get away from any possibility of seeing it in real life.

  Unfortunately for the sake of my plan, that look on his face melted my resolve like butter in a volcano. Uncle John was saying something to me.

  “Huh?”

  “I said, do you need to set up anything?”

  “Uh… uh… can you clear that table?” I pointed at the coffee table in the middle of a u-shaped arrangement of couches.

  They removed everything while I pulled out my Bluetooth speaker and got my stripping playlist ready. More than a few hands felt my ass, or slipped their hand inside my trenchcoat to squeeze my breast while all this happened and I fought against both terror and a hot flush that threatened to turn my face into a glowing red beacon of self-consciousness.

  When everything was ready, they sat down and waited.

  “You sit there.” I pointed to the middle of the bottom part of the ‘u’, the seat that was directly in line with the length of the now-clear coffee table. I tried to keep my voice very soft, hoping nobody would recognize it.

  Justin traded places with one of the guys who had worked with him for years, and when everybody was settled in, I pressed play on my phone. The music started and I slowly removed my trenchcoat to reveal a slutty schoolgirl outfit, with a little red cape added to it.

  The surge of cheering overwhelmed my fear and I smiled, tentatively at first, and then with the swagger of super-schoolgirl. I let my years of moving to the rhythm of music take over as I danced around the table, removing clothes, and men who had known me as a girl touched me for the first time as a woman.

  Every stroke of a fingertip was like a jolt of electricity, but Justin’s touch was like being tasered with sexual need. They might have thought I danced nearest to him the most because he was the stag of the night, but I’d waited for years to have those magical hands of his on me, and my body wouldn’t let me stray too far for too long.

  Finally, as my last song started to wind down, I was undulating against Justin and the hands of at least five men were all exploring my body, pinching my nipples, stroking my belly, squeezing my breasts. I couldn’t tell which set of hands belonged to Justin, but that hard bulge that pressed against my ass every time I wiggled was without a doubt his, and it was huge.

  I stood in front of Justin, my feet on the floor between his, and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my soaking-wet panties. Keeping my legs straight, I bent forward at the hips and slowly pushed my underwear down.

  When I felt the cool air on my virginal folds, I heard a few murmurs of appreciation from behind me.

  “Fuck, that’s a perfect pussy,” breathed Justin, making me weak at the knees.

  I turned around. This was supposed to be the moment I whipped off my mask to reveal Super-Schoolgirl’s secret identity, but I couldn’t do that now.

  Instead, I locked eyes with Justin again and sat down on the coffee table as my panties dropped to my ankles. With a flick, I sent them straight into Justin’s face and then laid down flat on my back. I lifted my feet up so and planted them on the edge of the table so I was spread out in front of Justin.

  “Look… how fucking… wet… she is,” said Mr. Taylor, who lived next door to us.

  As the song finished, I reached between my legs, to the one remaining area of my body that had never been touched by a man, and placed my fingers along each side of my tight teen entrance. They were right, I was incredibly slippery down there, but I managed to spread my pussy for Justin.

  “Holy fuck, she’s a virgin,” said Uncle John.

  “How the hell did you find a virgin stripper, man?” asked Justin.

  “I didn’t know…”

  The song ended and I slowly sat up, panting more from excitement and nervousness than exertion. I could dance all day.

  A dozen sets of eyes watched my every move as I sat up and gathered my things. Several hands took their last chance to explore me, fingers scooped up an errant dribble of my juices that had started to tickle its way down my inner thigh.

  “Which room for the private lapdance?” I asked
John. He pointed, and I took Justin’s hand. “Come with me.”

  Justin did exactly what I said, following me like he was almost hypnotized by what he’d seen. Such power! I’d never felt anything like it in my entire life. Would he forget he was getting married and fuck me like a slut if I demanded it? Could I stop myself from testing the idea?

  I closed the door behind us and locked it, as well as kicking a wedge into place along the bottom to stop any drunken invaders interrupting our private time. Justin sat on the bed while I put my Bluetooth speaker on a set of drawers and started a new playlist.

  My hands were on my sexcretary outfit inside my bag when I paused and looked over at Justin. He still had a look on his face like he wanted to devour me where I stood.

  I dropped the new outfit and sauntered over to the only father-figure I’d ever known. I felt guilty and exhilarated all at once. Guilty for being here with the man who was going to marry my mother, guilty for wanting the one many I truly shouldn’t, and exhilarated because I was experiencing my number one fantasy in real life. How many people in the world had the chance to do that?

  As I climbed on to the bed and straddled him, an errant drip of my pussy juices trickled down my leg again. I scooped it up with one finger and brought it to his lips.

  I watched, fascinated, as my clearly wet finger touched his mouth and then slipped inside. He licked at my finger, tentatively at first, then sucked it clean with enthusiasm.

  “You did this to me,” I whispered, entranced.

  I was talking about the pent-up arousal of years, but as far as he knew, I was just a girl he had just met tonight who had the luxury of grinding against his hard cock. When he was finished cleaning my finger, his hands moved to my bare ass and squeezed.

  “You really remind me…” he started, and my heart stopped. “Never mind. Hey could I ask you for something a little… different?”

  “Sure, it’s your special night,” I said.

  “Could you say… ‘I always wanted to be your dirty little girl, Daddy’?”

  If my heart stopped too many more times this evening, I was going to be wheeled out of here in a body bag. He was asking for role play but, if I did what he wanted, he’d be getting pure truth.

  “I…” I bent down to whisper in his ear. “I always wanted to be your dirty little girl, Daddy.”

  Justin’s body tensed, and his grip on my ass strengthened for a second as I straightened up again, ran my fingers through his hair, and pulled him to my breast. I moaned as, after a moment of hesitation, he accepted my hard nipple into his mouth and sucked.

  I looked down in euphoria for a moment, then closed my eyes and let my head hang back as I gasped my pleasure. Every flick of his tongue sent electric tingles of bliss between my legs, until I felt like my pussy was on a hair-trigger and I would explode if he or I so much as touched it.

  Without my prompting, he shared his love with my other breast until both of my nipples were so hard they ached and the air felt cool on them as they stood to attention in front of him. I concentrated on the feel of his body under and against mine, the way my body silently screamed for him, and the memory of how his stiff rod had felt as I undulated against it on the couch.

  I looked at him again. “I want you to choke me with your cock, Daddy,” I said.

  I could feel Justin tremble with barely-contained lust underneath me. The hunger in his eyes burned like fire and his hands, those magic hands, squeezed my ass even tighter.

  “Are you sure, you can handle it, Princess?” he asked.

  “Anything for you, Daddy,” I said, pouring every ounce of innocence I had into my voice.

  His resolve broke, his sexual hunger was released. A dirty smile crept on to his face as he twisted to the side so I slid off him to sit on the edge of the bed.

  He stood up, unbuckling his belt. “You want this cock, little girl?”

  “Yes!”

  “You want to be face-fucked until you can’t breathe?”

  “Yes, Daddy!”

  “You dirty girl.”

  Justin pulled off his shirt and pushed down his pants and underwear in quick succession, revealing the cock I’d been dreaming of to my eager eyes. Long, straight, thick and hard, it pulsed in time with his heartbeat and the tip glistened with pre-cum.

  I squirmed on the spot, and my jaw dropped. Everything about its size and shape spoke to me, drew me in like a magnet, but seeing that pre-cum, knowing that my body, my dancing, had aroused him like that, was almost too much for me to bear.

  He kicked his pants off and used each of his feet to pull the sock off the other, his cock bobbing and weaving hypnotically in front of me as he did so, until he was completely naked. I reached out for his hard length, but he pushed my hand away and bent over to scoop up my legs and push them up and sideways on to the bed.

  With a bit of pushing and pulling, he soon had me flat on my back with my head dangling over the side so I was looking at him upside down. I was a slightly confused until he knelt in front of me and I could see that gorgeous cock towering over my pretty little mouth.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful, Princess,” he said. “I’m going to shove my cock into your mouth and straight down your fucking throat.”

  Justin traced his proposed route with a single finger, from my mouth, over my chin and down my neck almost to my chest. I licked my lips nervously.

  With one hand on my chest between my perky little tits and one hand mid-shaft, he aimed his cock at my mouth and smeared his pre-cum all over my lips and cheeks. I moaned, intoxicated by the feel of him.

  At last, my mind kept repeating. At last.

  My lips parted and my eyes rolled back as he pushed his cock into my mouth. The man of my dreams, the man of my house, was inside of me for the first time.

  His hands gripped around my throat, his fingers buried in the hair at the back of my head, keeping me exactly where he wanted me. Every fraction of an inch that slid past my lips was Heaven on Earth, and there were plenty of fractions to contribute to my euphoria.

  I moaned directly on his cock and heard Justin suck air in through his teeth in response. His hard manhood filled my world, until it felt like everything revolved around his masculine power and how to pleasure and be pleasured by it.

  It didn’t take long for the tip to hit the back of my throat and cut off my air supply. I fought against my gag reflex, almost angry at having one at all because it interrupted my worship of Justin’s majestic cock.

  With relentless pressure, he forced the head of his shaft against the opening of my throat until it popped in and continued sliding. Once that happened, my gag reflex faded and I stopped squirming, able to simply enjoy swallowing all that hard masculinity.

  From my upside-down perspective, his heavy balls approached my nose and eyes until they obscured my vision and he bottomed out in my throat. I was impaled, held in place by God only knew how many inches of thick cock, while Justin’s hands roamed over my body, squeezing my breasts and stroking my belly.

  He was making good on his threat. As much as I wished that super-schoolgirl’s power was to be able to breathe cock, with my heart beating the way it was, I soon started to struggle for air.

  I started writhing a little, then a little more, pushing against his thighs, but he held himself inside me for as long as I could bear… then added another second or two before pulling out. Saliva and pre-cum drippled out of my mouth and up my face as I coughed.

  Justin slapped my face with his cock, adding to the mess. “Good girl. For a virgin, you take cock like you were born to do it.”

  “Thank you, Daddy,” I gasped through the dick-slaps.

  Before I’d completely caught my breath, his cock was at my lips again, demanding entry. I opened my mouth and felt that wondrously thick rod of manhood sliding in once more.

  Having already kicked the door down, entering my throat for a second time was much easier. However, instead of holding it in until I was squirming under him, he grasped me by the nec
k again and thrust in and out, his balls slapping my face each time.

  Rivulets of his pre-cum and my saliva flowed out of the corners of my mouth, around my nose and mask. My eyes watered from the hard face-fucking and his swinging balls blurred.

  Justin’s hands continued to explore my body, coming perilously close to my pussy, but never quite giving me the release I needed. Suddenly he stopped, his cock buried in my throat and he was incredibly still for a few seconds before pulling out.

  “You’ve been saving that virginity for me haven’t you, Princess?” he growled.

  I panted, swallowed, and then nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “I shouldn’t be doing this… but you’re the closest I’ll ever get…”

  My heart fluttered. Closest he would ever get to… what? Me? Had the object of my desire been hiding what he wanted as much as I had?

  Justin scooped me up, turned me around and threw me back on the bed right-way-up this time. My head landed on the pillow and I hadn’t stopped bouncing before he climbed on with me and crawled between my legs.

  With one hand, he cradled my head and wiped my mouth with his thumb before leaning down to kiss me harder than I knew a kiss could be. I’d never dared to imagine a kiss like that, a kiss fueled by such insatiable hunger.

  “Uhn,” I squeaked when our lips parted and I felt the head of his cock against my virgin pussy.

  Justin balanced on his knees and one elbow as he grasped his rod with his other hand, smearing it around my pussy lips as he had with my mouth, coating himself with my juices. It was a wonderful, yet terrifying, torture to feel his cock so close to slipping inside my untouched depths.

  There was no mistaking it when he decided it was time. The head of his cock zeroed in on my entrance and applied the same inexorable pressure he had with my throat.

  My pussy lips were pushed to each side, stretched around his girth to a tight ring of fire. Instinctively, I tried to shuffle away from the pain, but Justin blocked my escape, held me in place as he forced his huge cock into my pussy.

  I moaned in relief when my labia enclosed the entire head of his cock, and looked up at him through my mask as his cock nuzzled my hymen. The power and satisfaction etched on his face was more than a little flattering. I was making him feel that good.