I couldn’t believe it! I wanted to look down to see what feat of contortion Michael was performing in order to get his cock into my pussy and stay out of Mr. Coburn’s way, but that was obviously out of the question. All I could do was lie there and be some kind of bizarre rope in the world’s sexiest tug-of-war game as each man used his cock to push and pull, extracting all the pleasure they could for themselves.
The pair of cocks thrusting in and out between my legs reminded me strongly of the feeling the previous week when Michael had fucked my ass with the vibrator in my pussy. This time both masculine invaders were vigorously pumping in and out of me, seeking the sensations of my tight teen orifices in ways that just couldn’t matter to a vibrator.
Above my head I heard Mr. Roydon grunt and then shove on the back of my head until I thought he was trying to stuff his balls in my mouth as well. So deep was his cock that when I felt it twitch, the first jet of sperm went straight into my stomach. After that, he quickly pulled out and I heard rapid squelching sounds right in front of my face while several splashes of cum hit me on my eyes, my cheeks, my lips, my hair, my forehead, I must have been absolutely covered.
“Aaaahhhhh fuck,” he said, “that’s all the make-up you need, Beth.”
With that he left the bed and I could, just barely over the noise of the two remaining cocks jack-hammering into me, hear him pacing back and forth, catching his breath and presumably stretching his legs. After a few minutes of sustained thrusting from my principal and Step-Father, I felt the bed move again and Mr. Roydon’s cock return to my lips.
You can’t be ready again already!
I couldn’t believe that he might have recovered in only a few minutes, and it turned out I was right. From through my eyelids I saw a flash of light that could only have been made by a camera, he was taking a picture of my face covered in his cum and with my lips on his cock.
The thought of him always having that photo to look at made me so hot. I could go anywhere and do anything, and at any given time he might be out there looking at that sexy photo of me. At just that moment I heard Mr. Coburn groan in bliss and I felt the hot splash of semen inside my asshole. Combined with the thought of what Mr. Roydon might do with the pictures, it was all I needed to be coaxed into my second orgasm of the session.
I felt a hot flush rising from my chest and felt my face contort in ecstasy as a little whimper escaped my lips. Another flash shone through my eyelids and I knew my math teacher had captured the precise moment that I came while my principal pumped a huge load of his seed into my ass.
As my climax took hold, I had severe trouble discerning what flashes were from the camera, and what was just natural fireworks going on inside my mind. It felt so good to have a pussy full of Daddy, fresh and hot sperm in my ass and, as Mr. Roydon said, all the make-up I needed on my face.
When I came back down to earth I felt Mr. Coburn carefully sliding out from under me, his cock coming out of my ass and leaving me feeling comparatively empty. On the bright side, with Mr. Coburn out of the way, Michael was able to move into a much better position and was soon fucking me as hard as I could handle.
Reaching under my knees, he pulled my legs up over his shoulders and leaned forward against them, raising my ass up off the mattress a little bit and making his cock go so deep I thought he was going to bump my cervix.
That’s the way, Daddy! Get that cum all the way into my womb!
I felt hands return to my tits as the flash of a camera continued to punctuate the blank darkness on the inside of my eyelids. I’d lost track of who was where, except for Michael, and he was all that mattered anymore. The hands on my sensitive nipples were great, but I concentrated every fibre of my being on squeezing down with my pussy. I wasn’t sure if I actually did anything, but Michael was soon breathing more and more deeply and I finally felt him do a single thrust, harder than all the rest and sigh in release as a huge jet of his creamy white semen splashed deep inside me.
“Oh, holy fuck, Beth, where have you been all my life…”
Michael gave me a creampie as huge as I’d ever had, so many spurts of cum adding to the total volume. I thought that if this didn’t get me pregnant then nothing would. I’d have to find a way to get him to take a fertility test.
Michael finally stopped thrusting and pulled out, I tried to hold his cum in but still felt a river of it flowing out and down over my abused asshole. I wanted to pout at the waste, but of course I couldn’t.
The trio of horny older men stepped back and I heard the rustling of clothes again. I began to drift away on my own thoughts, thinking about how wonderful it would be when I had my baby and the three of us could go on little family outings. It was going to be absolutely perfect.
I was still envisioning a delightful picnic when I blinked and realised it was morning and I was able to move again. I swept the covers off to find that I had been changed into regular pyjamas and then got up and walked stiffly to the shower. What a night!
*****
Diary entry:
Two lines! Two lines means ‘yes’! I’m going to tell Michael the good news now. We’re going to be together forever! Xoxoxoxo
###
Navigation
Back to the Categorized Table of Contents
Back to the Chronological Table of Contents
###
Connect with me online for More FREE Stories!
Thank you for purchasing this ebook, I hope you enjoyed it. Please take the time to leave honest feedback in the form of a review, I very much care what my readers think and take it into consideration when planning new stories. If you’d like to drop by my website you can find me at www.scarlettskyes.com and sign up for my newsletter for a free and instant download of my exclusive-to-subscribers stories.
###
I also run www.shamelessbookdeals.com and you can sign up there for over 20 more free stories and regular notifications of the best erotica at the best prices!
Poor Little Rich Girl
Description
Having been poor for as long as she can remember, Tiffany loves her new rich lifestyle. She still can't fathom how her mom managed to even date notorious billionaire entrepreneur Mason Alexander, let alone get married to him, but is revelling in the material joys of her new life, as well as the overnight change in her social status. Little did Tiffany know that her first time was part of the pre-nuptual agreement and Mason likes to fuck hard and without birth control. When Mason presses the issue, how far will Tiffany go to save her mother's marriage and their new life?
Kinks/Sub-Genres
Pseudo-Incest, Breeding, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Billionaire, Schoolgirl
Navigation
Back to the Categorized Table of Contents
Back to the Chronological Table of Contents
*****
Poor Little Rich Girl II
Description
Things are going great for Tiffany. Despite being pregnant by her mom's new husband, eccentric billionaire Mason Alexander, everybody is being really supportive and she's never felt more secure about her future. Then a ghost from Mason's past turns up out of the blue, and things get even more complicated for her.
Kinks/Sub-Genres
Pseudo-Incest, Breeding, Rough Sex, Stepbrother, Stepsister, Billionaire, Sex Toy, Schoolgirl
Navigation
Back to the Categorized Table of Contents
Back to the Chronological Table of Contents
*****
When the winds of change blow, man, they really know how to suck. I’d been on top of the world ever since my Mom’s new husband, billionaire Mason Alexander, had let me know the cost of our new lifestyle. The price was my virginity and he had taken it rough and hard, as if it had always belonged to him but I just hadn’t realised it.
When he was at home instead of being on a business trip, he spent about as much time in my room as he did anywhere else, fucking me like he’d never had so much pleasure in his whole life. It sure stroked m
y ego to be so high on this handsome older man’s list of ‘things-to-do.’
Since puberty I’d suffered from body image issues that I may not have had if I’d been able to build up any confidence in myself. Unfortunately, being poor, I was always going to be on the lower levels of the social hierarchy at my old school. Mason Alexander saved me, in a way. By being such an incomparable provider for my Mom and I, he had allowed me to reinvent myself at a new school and I felt like being his #1 fuck toy was a small price to pay for that swell of self-esteem I felt.
It was little wonder that my friends thought I was glowing, I was so very happy. They thought it was because I’d let the captain of the football team pop my cherry, but the truth was that he hadn’t got so much as a kiss on our date. No, I belonged to Mason Alexander, and the glow was possibly due to Mason’s disdain for birth control. It wasn’t long after he started fucking me that I became pregnant.
It was definitely a worrying few days for me, wondering how in the hell I was going to break the news to Mason that I was expecting. What would it mean for his marriage to my Mom? What would it mean for our new life? What would happen to us? Ultimately, the torture of wondering about his reaction was too much to bear and I blurted it out to him and my Mom over dinner.
I never would have expected the outpouring of support they both heaped on me. Even I knew that our situation was, well… a bit fucked up. Somehow, though, Mason’s money made it OK. Instead of being prime candidates for a late night talk show where the guests are always getting into fist-fights, it felt almost normal. Dare I say it, it was actually a joyous occasion. We weren’t nuts… we were eccentric.
From then on, Mason heaped even more lavish gifts on me. I was given my own pregnancy consultant, I never even know such a thing existed. They organised my diet, special yoga classes, pregnancy massages, baby care courses, the list went on and on. To top it all off, Mason was fucking me even harder and more regularly, like he couldn’t get enough of me. I had never felt so happy.
Then Corbin Brant had to change everything. Of course I’d heard of him before, everybody under the age of forty had. He’d built a hugely successful ‘social-networking’ website that had eventually been bought out by a rival for an undisclosed sum reputed to have nine figures before the decimal point.
It was a big deal by anybody’s standards, but it was truly huge news because Corbin was only twenty two years old when the deal closed. When I’d seen him on the news shaking hands with the big wigs from the company that bought him out I was sure I wasn’t the only girl in the country to swoon a bit. The term ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ could very well have been invented for him. The fact that he wasn’t much older than my friends and I didn’t hurt either, if we somehow met him in a club or something… well, anything could happen.
Imagine my surprise when Mason mentioned that Corbin had requested a meeting. That was only the tip of the iceberg, though. Instead of some random investment pitch, which was what Mason had expected, Corbin wanted to discuss something completely different.
It turned out that Mason’s penchant for unprotected sex wasn’t a new thing. Twenty something years ago, before Mason made his billions, Corbin claimed that Mason had a short-lived affair with Corbin’s Mother.
Out of a fierce desire to make it on her own, Ms. Brant had never sought any kind of financial assistance for bringing up Corbin. It seemed she had instilled this independent streak in the young man too because, although he had wanted to make contact, he didn’t want to do it until he was already successful. The recent sale of his business certainly qualified and so he decided the time had come, and after a paternity test appeased Mason’s skepticism he welcomed Corbin with open arms.
It seemed like my place on Mason’s ‘things-to-do’ list dropped overnight. He was spending every spare moment with Corbin ‘making up for lost time’ or something. One night, when I managed to get him alone for a second, I grabbed his hand and slid it up my thigh and under my skirt. He barely looked at me, instead he walked off and I heard him talking on his phone to arrange taking his yacht out for a fishing trip for him and Corbin.
For the first time in months I felt uneasy about the future. What if Mason decided he didn’t want any more kids? What would that mean for our baby? For my Mom and I if this made him rethink his entire family life?
It didn’t help that the Corbin Brant in reality was a hell of a lot more annoying than the Corbin Brant of my fantasies. Several times he pretended to mistake me for ‘the help’ and tried to get me to fetch him drinks or do menial tasks like take his suits to the dry cleaners or something. I told him to shove his suits up his ass, he just smirked and made some comment about me being common. It was fucking infuriating.
On the Saturday that Mason and Corbin went on their fishing trip I spent the day with my pregnancy consultant, had a massage, and she introduced me to a nice mild moisturiser that would supposedly help prevent any stretch marks. I was only just beginning to show, I suspected that only I was conscious enough of my body to see the little bump, so such considerations were still a little ways off yet. The moisturiser smelled wonderful though, so I was happy to have it anyway.
After that, I sunbathed in the back yard and listened to music. At any other time in my life, I would have thought that was an incredible day. Now, though, I was missing my regular sex with Daddy. It had only been a few months since he’d taken my virginity, but I had certainly become accustomed to the body-shaking pounding his hard cock gave me, as well as the body-shaking orgasms that always followed.
Every time I tried to sneak off and scratch my itch, so to speak, something seemed to come up, either a friend would call on the phone, or my Mom would ask me to do something, or my pregnancy consultant was there. I was getting so frustrated, I couldn’t wait for dinner to be over so I could rush off my room and take care of business with my vibrator.
As I was racing upstairs I heard Mason and Corbin arrive back from their fishing trip. I was craving attention but didn’t bother to wait and say hello, already knowing that Mason would probably snub me. Sir Throbsalot would never ignore me, as long as I remembered to keep his batteries fresh.
The door closed behind me with a satisfying ‘thunk-click’ and my panties were already slipping down past my knees as I shuffled towards my underwear drawer to find one of the first new friends I made when I got my new credit card. I pushed bras and G-strings aside until I found what I was looking for.
There he was, hard, smooth and ready for action. When I bought the vibrator, I had thought it was absolutely enormous and I’d only ever held it against my clit. That was until Mason had unleashed his monster cock on me that fateful night.
My panties were a distant memory as I hopped into bed with my little friend in my hand, my pussy already dampening with excitement. In my bedside table, hidden amongst a mess of all kinds of things was a small tube of lubricant. Holding the vibrator against my clit was fun, but I wanted to be filled.
With a dollop of clear jelly deposited on the tip and a twist of the base, I carefully brought my vibrator between my legs. I closed my eyes, remembering the first time Mason had roughly pushed my petals aside with the engorged head of his cock and gasped when the cold lubricant touched my sensitive folds, followed by the powerful hum of the hard-working little motor.
From somewhere a million miles away I heard hot water running through the taps of the house as Mason and/or Corbin had showers to wash the scent of fish away. Thank God, I thought fleetingly, who wants that smell in their house? I had more important matters to think about, though, and the ever-vibrating thickness of the toy between my legs slowly advancing inside me brought my mind back to the here and now.
It felt like there was an itch deep inside my pussy, and the wonderful buzzing of my vibrator would be able to satisfy it in ways my fingers couldn’t, in places my fingers couldn’t reach. At last there was no more toy to slide inside myself and I pouted at the lack of impact between two bodies. One of my favourite things about ge
tting pounded by Mason was the way his thrusts reverberated throughout my entire body, so I could feel him everywhere, not just in my pussy.
The vibrator made up for some of those shortcomings with its mechanical advantage, though, and as I slowly began thrusting it in and out of my eager folds I felt that wonderful hum spread around my body in a similar way, feeling it most strongly in my clit.
“Mmmmmm,”
I moaned quietly to myself, a naughty smile touching my lips while my hips began to slowly gyrate as if trying to retreat from the invasive presence of the vibrator to tease me when all I wanted was to have it deep inside. I pulled it out and plunged it into maximum depth once more, savouring that contrast of empty and full.
In my mind I was running my hands all over Mason’s toned and sculpted body, by this time I could have picked it out in utter darkness. That hand pinching my nipple, that wasn’t mine. Oh no, it was his, and my nipples had become so incredibly sensitive since he filled me with his seed that I couldn’t help but gasp at the intense sensation.
I could feel my orgasm rising up from between my legs, stoking a fire in my belly that threatened to become an explosion at any moment. I alternated between thrusting the vibrator deep inside my tunnel and rubbing it on my clit, over and over again… my climax was so close.
Knock! Knock!
I had barely two seconds from when the knocks on my door rang out to when it opened, before I had even responded in any way. I snatched a book off my bedside table and had it open in front of me when Corbin peeked his head around and looked into my room. Jesus Christ… it must be in their DNA to burst into girls’ rooms when they are on the brink of cumming.
Take All of It September 2019 Page 94
