“Hey Tiffany, can we talk?”
Maybe it was the fact that I was desperately trying to stop myself from just climaxing right in front of him, maybe it was the fact that he wasn’t talking down to me for once, but whatever it was, Corbin had never looked more appealing. Handsome even at the worst of times, he looked fantastic freshly showered. You could tell that even his casual attire was expensive and had a lot of thought put into it, if not by him then maybe by a style consultant. When your bank account knew essentially no limits, you could find consultants for everything apparently.
There was one other fact that may have been affecting my decision making ability. My vibrator was still firmly embedded in my trembling pussy and I prayed to any Gods that may have been listening that Corbin wouldn’t hear the low hum. I also prayed for the strength to fight against the incessant throbbing that was bringing my orgasm ever closer. It had a job to do and didn’t care who was around. I whimpered quietly and then answered him through clenched teeth.
“Now really isn’t a good time…”
“It’ll only take a minute.”
Corbin strode into my room and before I knew it, the handsome young multi-millionaire was sitting on the edge of my bed. Under the covers my pussy leaked my sweet nectar around my motorised friend and I felt my body give up ground inch by inch, retreating against the onslaught of a powerful climax that had to get out.
“Listen,” he said, “I know we’ve got off on the wrong foot and that it was my fault. I want to start over again,”
“OK, can we just…”
“Please, I need to get this all out. You don’t know how difficult this is for me… I’m kinda used to getting my own way these days but, aside from the sale of my website of course, things haven’t quite lived up to my expectations.”
“What do you mean?”
To my ears my voice sounded all quivery and only just in control, but Corbin didn’t seem to notice. He looked to be really struggling with what he wanted to say to me and I couldn’t help but feel even more attracted to him than his good looks or the proximity of my orgasm could explain. I guessed it was something to do with seeing a vulnerable side to the man who always seemed so sure of himself, to the point of being full of himself, even.
“You don’t know what it was like, Tiffany, I knew ever since I was eleven that Mason Alexander was my Dad. I saw him on TV, when our TV was working, on his yacht, his private jet. My Mom and I lived in squalor, but we made it on our own. Then, when I finally felt like I’d proven myself enough to be a part of his life without looking like I was just another asshole wanting a handout, I arrive here and find out that he’s just got a new family, so probably doesn’t want to know about me anyway.”
I wanted to reach out and put a hand on his shoulder, to comfort him if I could, but my fists were clenched on my covers by this point as if I was desperately teetering on the brink of a cliff, which of course I was, in a manner of speaking.
I realised that I needed him to either leave the room or fuck me senseless, my ability for rational thought was gone, totally surrendered to the animal instincts of my body. Never mind whose baby was growing inside me, never mind my Mom’s marriage, never mind my future financial security… I needed to cum so fucking bad. Corbin forged ahead, oblivious to my plight.
“Then, as if that wasn’t enough, I find out that my Dad isn’t content with his new wife… he’s got to have the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen too. I got angry with him, but turned it towards you… and I’m sorry I treated you that way, Tiffany. When we were introduced I felt my heart flutter, like I was a schoolgirl myself. It just hurts to have you so close and yet so far, if you’ll pardon the cheesy line.”
My head was swirling with confusion and lust, a dangerous combination at the best of times. The throb from my vibrator boomed in my ears, I wasn’t sure if Corbin was still talking. All I could think about was the fastest way to sweet release and then the most blunt of solutions hit me in a moment of clarity and the noise in my ears died down.
“So… uh… say something?” Corbin asked.
“Fuck me.”
“What!?”
“You heard me, I want you.”
“But what about…”
“Our little secret… please?”
It seemed that Corbin had been fighting to hold himself back almost as hard as I had. He climbed fully upon the bed and I spread my legs for him, still under the covers, as he laid himself down on top of me. His body ground against me, rubbing the sheets against my sopping wet pussy as our lips met in an urgent kiss, our tongues twirling around in a way no step-siblings’ tongues should.
I threw my unread book away and grasped at his shirt, our lips breaking apart for a moment so I could lift it off over his head before meeting again the instant the logistics allowed it. I ran my hands over his hard body, eager to see if there was any truth to the old saying ‘like Father, like Son’ and found a wonderful affirmative.
Corbin’s body was similar in size and shape to Mason’s, but with softer skin betraying his youth. My finger bumped along his abs before reaching around his back to pull him towards me. The dark featured multi-millionaire resisted my tug, instead reaching between us to fling my covers off the bed.
Kneeling between my spread legs, Corbin slowly pushed my skirt up. His eyes eagerly sought their first glimpse of what he probably thought would be my scantily clad pussy. I saw his eyebrows raise briefly when, instead of that, he obviously saw my sopping wet snatch quivering around the protruding base of my vibrator.
I had obviously got the ball rolling, but Corbin quickly regained his composure and took control back, assuming his more comfortable role as the dominant male, looking at me with a gleam of lust in his eye.
“You’re a dirty girl, Tiffany.”
I could only bite my lower lip and nod at him, not knowing what to say. Denial was out of the question, I was a horny little slut that needed what he could give me. Corbin lowered himself on to his stomach with his head between my legs and began slowly pulling my vibrator out of my pussy. When it was almost fully extracted I saw him dip his face towards me and then threw my head back in bliss when I felt his tongue make contact with my clit.
His wonderful flickering tongue was assaulting my sensitive little bud so hard and fast that I hardly even noticed when the vibrator was fully extracted from my slit. What I most certainly did notice was when the powerful vibrations came into contact with my body again as Corbin pressed it against my asshole. I began to sit up, I was going to push it away, I’d never had anything up there, let alone a vibrator that I had classified as ‘absolutely enormous’ only a few months previous.
Corbin stopped flicking his tongue on my clit and pressed a hand gently but firmly on my belly, the vibrator remained at my tightly clenched rear entrance. The interruption of his lapping was what halted me in my tracks more than the hand restraining me, and I slowly sank back down on to my pillow, sighing in pleasure when his tongue resumed its tantalisation of my sex.
I felt like I’d been on the verge of an orgasm for so long by this point, and though the handsome man’s attention to my clit was pushing me to ever higher realms of arousal, my apprehension about the increasing pressure on my asshole was holding me back. Corbin never stopped pushing though and finally, with a mild popping sensation, I felt the head of my vibrator slip inside me.
The tip of my vibrator widened slightly before narrowing again to the shaft, and this shape held the thrumming machine inside my back passage, giving me sensations I never thought possible. If I’d have known I could get such pleasure from back there I’d have done it long ago, but I was still glad he’d stopped pushing and I was able to concentrate on his tongue again.
With such powerful sensations, mechanical and otherwise, being thrust upon my body, I knew it wouldn’t be long before a powerful orgasm was upon me. With each breath I took I felt closer and closer to bursting until, at last, my climax rocked my body, exploding outwards from my clit and
ricocheting around my body, humming the whole time with the same tone as my vibrator.
The sound filled my ears again, the same way it had earlier, and a brown fog encroached at the edges of my vision until I closed my eyes against the intensity of the pleasure that was making my hips buck against my Step-Brother’s face. Various thanks were offered up to God in my mind as my body gradually calmed down to a twitching tranquillity.
That serenity was short-lived as my more rational thoughts burst through the door of my mind screaming ‘What the fuck have you been doing while I was gone?’ Corbin and I were risking so much by doing this, it was forbidden on so many levels. His hopes to forge a relationship with his estranged Father, my hopes to escape my past. Both of our futures.
I could see a look I recognised in Corbin’s eye as he hurriedly worked at the fastenings of his pants and pushed them and his underwear downwards in one swift motion. He looked just the way I had felt until he had teamed up with my vibrator to give me one of the most satisfying releases of my short life.
Those rational thoughts were struggling to be verbalised, trying to make me tell Corbin to stop, that we couldn’t do this, but I could see he was just as far gone in his lust as I had been a few moments ago. I was swept up in the moment, savouring being the object of such rapt and urgent attention, and my legs spread wide for him as he descended upon me with his own desperate needs driving his actions.
I caught barely a glimpse of my Step-Brother’s hard cock before I felt it seeking out my primed teen slit. My sopping wet petals were pushed aside as Corbin thrust forward with no hint of building up pace, seeking only his own release through fucking me as fast and hard as possible. Our bodies met with a resounding slap that shook my whole body in the way I’d become accustomed to of late and he wasted no time staying still, immediately pulling back to slam it home again.
Corbin leaned on one elbow and roughly pulled my shirt upwards until it was bunched up over my breasts before reaching behind my back and unclasping my bra with a snap of his fingers. Grabbing it between the cups, he pulled it upwards off my tits until it rested above them with my shirt and he pulled our bodies together while his hips never ceased their furious rhythm.
My nipples tingled with every movement of the young millionaire against them, as his massive cock stretched me just as much as his Father’s ever had. It wasn’t long before I was writhing underneath his sexual onslaught, which seemed to have limitless energy.
Even Mason hadn’t fucked me this hard, I wondered if this was the way men always made love when they were with ‘the most beautiful girl they had ever seen’ and wrapped my arms around his back, clasping my hands together behind him. I was half holding on for dear life, and half falling in love at the same time.
I could hear the voice of rational thought gradually fading away, perhaps somewhere in my mind it was sitting down to enjoy the show as Corbin pounded away at me until I felt the stirrings of my second orgasm approaching.
I squeezed at his cock with my pussy, increasing the friction between us, as I desperately tried to push my body over that second ledge and heard him grunt in pleasured response as his thrusts slowed but increased in power. When I felt that warm splash of semen inside of me that was all it took to send me just where I wanted to go, the ever-present humming of the vibrator in my ass coming along for the ride.
Our moans of ecstasy intertwined with each other in an impromptu and wordless duet as he filled me with his seed until he collapsed to the side and we lay panting in each other’s arms.
“Holy shit, what have we done?” He asked.
“We have to keep this a secret,” I said.
“Yes. And we can’t do this again… I… we just can’t. “
Regretfully, I had to agree. We both had too much on the line to pursue this any further than the mistake we’d just made. We could just keep it a happy memory and move on with our lives… right?
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Poor Little Rich Girl III
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Tiffany is eighteen years old, carrying the child of eccentric billionaire Mason Alexander... and falling head over heels for his twenty three year old son and self-made multi-millionaire, Corbin Brant. One week ago they failed to rein in their lust, but they vowed never to repeat the error and jeopardise both of their futures.
Now, at a formal evening where Mason Alexander is being presented with the key to the city, will their bodies once more rule their minds? Will Corbin Brant take Tiffany to new heights of forbidden pleasure, right there in the shadows next to the dance floor, where anybody could see them?
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Pseudo-Incest, Exhibitionism, Stepbrother, Stepsister, Billionaire, Breeding, Rough Sex, Schoolgirl
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I’m not sure if you’d be able to find a bookie that would give you odds on ‘fighting fate’ but if you could, I think they’d be pretty long. I was eighteen years old and pregnant with the baby of Mason Alexander, billionaire entrepreneur. He was known for his cunning in business, his keen perception, his eccentricity. His bulldog-like possessiveness.
He changed my life, lifted me up out of poverty and cast me into a lifestyle I had suspected couldn’t possibly exist outside of the movies. My every need was taken care of, I was given a chance to reinvent myself and escape the bottom-of-the-barrel status that society had imposed on me. I took that chance with both hands. The outpouring of support I received only increased when his disdain for any kind of birth control led to the inevitable. It didn’t seem to faze him that he was married to my Mother. It didn’t seem to faze my Mother much, for that matter.
Being pregnant with his child only seemed to make him want me more, and he fucked me long and hard into so many nights until I was a moaning, squealing, mess of burning pleasure. He made sure I knew though. He made sure it was clear, he was ‘Daddy’ and I belonged to him. I thought I was going to be happily screaming ‘Fuck me Daddy’ as I came hard for the rest of my days until Corbin Brant burst into my life and everything changed.
It turned out that Mason’s love of bareback sex was not a new development, some twenty-odd years previous he had impregnated another woman who had kept his son a secret from him. Corbin had known that he was the ‘bastard’ son of billionaire Mason Alexander since he was a kid, but he and his Mother were fiercely, almost fanatically, independent and he had imposed conditions on himself before he would approach his Dad and identify himself.
He’d waited until he was a multi-millionaire, his fortune amassed under his own steam with his own business acumen and without any benefit of association with the already established force that was Mason Alexander. Then he became a massive thorn in my side until he’d caught me in the most compromising of circumstances and melted my heart with a confession that showed me the vulnerable, and sweet, side of the young business man who had, by necessity, never shown any chink in his armour in his entire life.
That’s when we made a mistake, yielded to our most basic animal lust, and fucked like rabbits in my bed. As soon as we both came and the fog of sexual hunger had cleared from our minds,
we vowed to each other that we couldn’t let it happen again. We had too much to lose, his hopes of salvaging a relationship with his Father, mine and my Mother’s new life. Our hopes and dreams for our futures.
Severe consequences or not… I was so God damned hot for Corbin that every day was torture. To have the forbidden object of my desire in the same house as me every day, under the watchful eye of Mason, was unbearable. Every word Corbin said sent my stomach fluttering, and my pussy dampening, never mind when there was any accidental contact like when he asked me to pass him the salt at the dinner table.
Part of me hoped that Corbin’s passion and curiosity about me had been sated when he filled me up with his cum, if we were going to stick to our guns and stay away from each other it would make it a whole lot easier if he wasn’t thinking about me in that way anymore. An even larger part of me hoped that I was still on his mind as much as he was on mine, I wanted to be wanted.
The thick silence that fell upon us when our fingers touched over that salt-shaker and our eyes locked confirmed my misplaced hopes. I knew then that the thought of his big dick jack-hammering into my pussy was going through his head just as frequently as mine.
Then fate showed why it was always such a heavy favourite with the bookies and backed us up against the ropes, toying with us. The very next Friday after Corbin and I slept together there was going to be a big presentation in Mason’s honour. He was going to be given the key to the city for outstanding economic contribution to society. The mayor and lots of politicians were going to be there, rich and powerful people, old money, new money, a sprinkling of celebrities. It was going to be very high society.
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