Eric smirked and looked me up and down. “Believe it or not… yes. You’re mother’s great, but there’s nothing like fucking your perfect little pussy.”
Blushing, I looked around to make sure nobody had heard, relieved that none of the workers or random passers-by seemed to be close enough.
“How about you? Been thinking of me?” he asked.
I answered with a smile, which was good enough for him. We talked about what kind of car I was thinking of getting, how school was, that kind of thing, while we waited for the Payback to be restocked, and then we were off, crawling along at low speed until we were clear of the harbour, before he opened it up and propelled us across the calm blue ocean while the sun beat down from a clear sky.
*****
Over the course of the next couple of hours I found out that Eric liked to fish, and didn’t like talking while he was fishing. I set myself up on a sun lounger, stripped down to my bikini, and relaxed with a cool drink, lost in my own thoughts for a while.
Whenever I turned my head to look at him, I couldn’t help but second-guess myself. Watching his strong arms pull on that fishing rod, self-assured as in everything else he did, my body responded to him like it was me on the end of that line and I was being wound in at his whim.
Who wouldn’t want to have his babies? Some voice inside my head asked, unbidden. Imagine that, my belly swelling up with his offspring, his incredible genes.
I closed my eyes and tried to picture what life would be like, rubbing my hand across my currently-flat and sunscreen-slippery belly. How different everything would be. I’d feel so… I struggled to find the word and finally settled on womanly.
Maybe, just maybe, I had been a bit hasty with the birth control. I let my mind wander through the hypothetical future, picturing myself as the mother in an unusual but happy family. Daddy’s little princess out in public, daddy’s little slut in the bedroom, and the more I thought about it, the better it all sounded.
I was just thinking about Eric’s hard-fucking cock when I heard the clearing of a throat. My eyelids opened in a flash to see my step-father-to-be standing over me, shirtless and wearing a different pair of shorts to what he had been when I last looked at him.
I must have been half-dozing, Eric had obviously been down below and had a shower. Looking over his well-defined abs, I felt a tiny spark of pleasure emanating from my clit and realised my hand was down the front of my bikini bottoms.
“You sure learn quick, Olivia. Look at you getting yourself ready for me. I’m going to fuck your little pussy until you have trouble walking again.”
The handsome older man bent down and lifted me up in the air with ease, his personal-trainer-sculpted muscles flexing as his arms bore my weight. I put one arm around his neck and let my other hand trace his pectorals, his biceps, the rough texture of his strong jawline.
As he carried me I felt like some heroine in a romance novel, but I knew from experience that no sweet romance book ever described the kind of fucking I was about to receive. I was going to have to hold on for dear life and hope the pleasure and pain didn’t leave me too broken and incoherent.
Turning sideways, Eric carried me down the steps and took the first door on the left. This was clearly the Payback’s equivalent of the master bedroom, probably about equal to the size of my room back in the apartment, and the dark-haired billionaire dropped me unceremoniously on the bed.
A seagull sitting on a handrail just outside the room’s little circular window was startled by the sudden movement and took off squawking as I eagerly reached out for Eric’s shorts, pulling them downwards. Inch after inch of semi-hard man-meat was unveiled and I felt my heart begin to race in anticipation.
“Suck that cock, you little slut,” said Eric.
As he stepped out of his shorts and stood naked before me, I bent down and turned my head upwards, approaching the tip of his cock from below and gazing up in his eyes, hoping for all the attention I had missed while he was away. Unlike when he had made me clean him of the evidence of our lovemaking as he pondered the picture of Deanna Royce on my wall, it seemed I had his full consideration right now.
Sticking my tongue out, it met the head of his manhood and then slid along the underside as my lips enveloped it. I flicked my tongue from side to side, relishing the feel of it and the faint sense of his heartbeat that made it twitch and grow inside my mouth.
Eric pushed my hair back from my face and gathered it in one fist behind my head, twisting the handful around until he had a firm grip, to control me if he felt like it. I brought one hand up to cup his heavy balls, gently massaging them as he continued to harden in my mouth.
It wasn’t long before I had to bring my other hand to his shaft to assist the angle, and I began bobbing my head up and down, never taking my baby-blues from his deep-brown eyes. It had only been a little over a week since I had last seen his incredible dick, but no matter how fresh the memory, no amount of imagination could compare to seeing its intimidating size up close and personal like this.
Leaving one hand on his shaft, I slipped the other back down into my bikini bottoms, seeking out my wet slit with my middle finger and sliding that single digit between my folds. Curling my fingertip inside my entrance, I pulled my sweet nectar out over my little go-button and moaned on Eric’s hard rod.
Eric began meeting each bob of my head with thrusts of his own, until rivulets of a saliva and pre-cum cocktail were dribbling down my chin and his masculine presence filled my entire mouth. Soon the inevitable happened and the fat head of his erection hit the back of my throat.
Despite all my eagerness, despite my previous accomplishment in this area, I couldn’t take him down my throat. I gagged and quickly pushed both hands against his thighs, pushing back until his hard shaft slipped out of my throat and my eyes watered as I coughed.
Smack!
Fire exploded on my face where he struck me, a smaller explosion of pleasure mirroring it from between my legs and making me quiver in lusty confusion. I rolled my eyes up at him as I panted for air and rubbed my cheek, seeking his forgiveness, his approval… anything for more attention.
“Hands on your thighs, Olivia, and don’t take them off your thighs. I didn’t tell you to stop sucking my cock, there’s more where that came from if you fuck around like that.”
Tears worked their ways down each of my cheeks, a reflex of the gagging and slap, I would have been a real mess if I had been wearing eyeliner. Eric grasped his dick halfway down and aimed it back towards me, giving my head a shake by the hair at the same time to drive his point home.
When that fat cock slid over my lips again, I couldn’t stop myself, it was pure instinct of self-preservation, my hands went to his thighs again.
Smack!
Eric pulled his cock out and slapped me again, right where he had struck me the first time. Being hit in the same place stung so much that it brought fresh tears and another jolt of pleasure from between my legs.
“Hands on your thighs, Oliva, or I’m going to stop asking so nicely.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I said.
Eric didn’t answer, just aimed his cock back at my mouth as soon as I had my hands back on my own legs. After being out in the air for a few seconds, it felt cold against my tongue, but soon warmed up as the man my mother was going to marry quickly ramped up to full pace again, the tip squelching against the back of my throat as I fought to do as he commanded.
With one sustained push, he forced his way into my throat and my eyes bulged with the feeling of fullness as inch after inch crept towards my stomach until his balls rested on my chin.
“Oh fuuuuuuck yes,” breathed Eric, reaching behind my back to pull at the strings of my bikini.
The flimsy material was flung to the side and Eric squeezed my tits with his free hand, keeping his cock buried to the hilt in my mouth as he pinched my nipples. I was red in the face and desperate for oxygen by the time he let me have air again.
“Lick my balls,�
� he commanded.
I did exactly as he asked, relishing the simple boon if being able to breathe as he paid careful attention to my tits, groping one and then the other as if comparing them and unable to decide which he liked best. With a squeeze of his hand he pulled at the roots of my hair and I looked up at him, hoping I was doing exactly what he wanted.
“You want all that cum, don’t you, Olivia?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I agreed.
“You’re going to give me exactly what I want, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I sucked one sperm-laden testicle into my mouth and ran my tongue all around it as Eric sucked air in through his teeth and looked down at me with a lust that appeared almost dangerous. My pussy was begging for attention, but I didn’t dare defy my daddy now and I gripped my thighs as hard as I could.
Eric pulled back and his nut came out of my mouth with a slurping sound before he plunged his cock back down my throat in one fell swoop. In no time at all he was face-fucking me so hard and deep that his balls were practically bouncing off my chin, pausing periodically to let me catch my breath before continuing at full pace.
My pussy was screaming to be touched and I squirmed as Eric took his pleasure from my mouth and throat, squeezing my thighs together and releasing, feeling the tiniest amount of stimulation on my eager sex. Tiny, but enough to start something special building up.
I was at a point of infuriating arousal, unable to get myself any closer to where I wanted to be but desperately close, when Eric gave me a shove that brought my mouth off his cock and propelled me backwards on to the bed. With a wipe of my chin, I spread my legs for him only to see his head shake.
“Face down and ass up, Olivia, let me see that sweet pussy.”
I flipped myself over and got on my hands and knees, pushing my sex towards him in anticipation only to feel his hand come down on my ass cheek with a clap that sounded like a gun-shot in the small room.
Smack!
I yelped in surprise.
“Face down, Olivia.”
Eric grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of my head again and pushed until one side of my face rested on top of the bed and he knelt behind me. The palm of his other hand rubbed in a circular motion over where he had just spanked me and I had no idea what was coming next, I just wanted that cock inside me like yesterday. My bikini bottoms were quickly tugged down around my ankles.
Thankfully he didn’t prolong my torment for too long and I soon felt that glorious shaft pushing my petals to either side, seeking out my near-virgin slit. Harder and harder he pushed against my tightness until I arched my back and grabbed two handfuls of the sheets at the strain.
“Uhhhhn!” I gasped as the head of his cock slipped inside me.
“Mmmmm, fuck yeah, just like new,” said Eric, pushing forward until the very tip of his cock brushed against my cervix and I felt his thighs come to rest against the back of mine.
My billionaire daddy-to-be pulled almost all the way out and then slammed his huge manhood deep inside me again, making me grunt with the effort as our bodies slapped together.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
“Fuck me, Daddy!”
“Beg for it!”
“Fuck me hard, Daddy! Please!”
Eric began pumping into me, but with far less urgency than I knew he was capable of.
“Why do you want it so bad?” he asked.
“Uhhhn!” I groaned, pushing my ass against him to meet his thrust. “Get me pregnant! I just want to be yours… just fuck me hard, Daddy!”
Smack!
“Good girl,” he said, spanking my other ass cheek.
“Yesssss!”
I was surrounded by pleasure and pain as Eric began fucking me like a jack-hammer, so hard my vision blurred with every impact of our bodies. It was like two fires were being fanned between my legs, one hot and one cold, the pleasure of his approval, the pain of his open-palmed strikes of my ass, the pleasure of the big cock pistoning in and out of me… the pain of trying to accommodate his huge girth.
My hands clenched even tighter on the sheets, I was just along for the ride now, his toy to be used for whatever he wanted. Judging by the powerful thrusts, what he wanted was to follow through on his promise to make me have trouble walking again for a while.
With every deep stroke into my pussy, my tits wobbled against the sheets, rubbing my nipples and only serving to increase my pleasure even more. Electricity seemed to be jolting through my body from my breasts to my belly, like lightning strikes all around a fireworks warehouse, something big was approaching.
As the wet, slapping, sounds of billionaire on teen girl echoed throughout the bedroom, I released my grip on the sheets with one hand and reached between my legs, flicking my finger across a clit blissfully soaked in our combined juices. Eric’s balls hit the back of my hand every time he bottomed out, and with my extra attention, there was no stopping the explosion in the fireworks warehouse.
“Oh… uh… oh… yes,” I panted until a humming sound in my ears seemed to drown out everything else.
A shockwave of pleasure burst forth from my clit, traversing my body right to the tips of my fingers and toes, which curled deliciously as my body continued to be used for the pleasure of the well-hung billionaire roughly fucking me from behind. Just when I thought my climax was ebbing, that wonderful shockwave seemed to gravitate back towards my clit, concentrating itself into a point of such intense pleasure I could barely stay conscious through it.
Trying to concentrate through the haze of ecstasy, I realised my hand had fallen away from between my legs. Eric was reaching around and pushing my clit against his ever-pounding shaft, giving my orgasm this incredible second wind. Leaning forward, he pushed his hand into my hair again, pressing my face against the bed hard, as he began pumping slower but more forcefully into my still-quivering slit.
“Fuck yeah, take it all!”
With one deep thrust, I felt a jet of cum soaking my cervix, coating my insides like a creamy paint bomb. Our bodies slapped together again, and another spurt of semen joined the first, all hot and sticky in my most intimate depths.
With each thrust, twitch, and spurt of cum in my pussy I felt a warm glow spreading throughout my body and imagined all those little swimmers seeking out my eggs. The doctor had said I’d need to be on the pill for about a week to achieve full efficacy, I was still totally at the mercy of nature… and I was glad.
After the billionaire who made me call him daddy had finally finished pumping what felt like gallons of cum inside me, and held his cock against my cervix while we caught our breath for a minute or two, he pulled out slowly. The transition from incredibly full to completely cock-less almost made me pout… I just didn’t feel right without that huge dick inside me.
“Don’t you dare let any of that cum out,” said Eric. “I’ve got a surprise for you. Get on your back, scoot your ass to the edge of the bed and spread your legs. I’ll be right back.”
I pulled a pillow under my head and waited for Eric to return, gently trailing my fingers over my body and shivering at the electric tingle that seemed to follow wherever I touched. The gentle rocking of the boat combined with a wonderful afterglow had me feeling like I was floating on a cloud by the time the lean billionaire came back.
“A gift,” he said, handing me a small leather loop attached to a shiny chain that extended out the door and out of sight around the corner.
“What…” I started.
“Just reel it in,” he said.
My brow creased in a confused frown. Had he bought me a puppy? A… gimp? To say I was apprehensive about pulling on that chain while I lay there with a veritable lake of semen held in my pussy would have been an understatement but I did as he asked.
The chain slipped from my grasp when I saw her face come around the door frame. Unlike me, Deanna Royce always wore some eyeliner, and she looked like she’d been doing some crying.
And why not? That was
surely to be expected, given her circumstances. There she was, on her hands and knees, naked, with a dog collar around her neck. The queen bee of my high school, my tormentor, my nemesis, brought so low.
I began to sit up, but Eric stopped me with a hand gesture.
“Bring her in,” he said.
A plague of butterflies, bliblical in scale, fluttered around in my stomach. Deanna Royce had never missed an opportunity to put me down, any chink in my armour had always been capitalised on. Whether that was having scruffy old shoes, or simply not knowing how to work a smartphone because I didn’t have one, it just never turned out well for me if she was involved.
That being the case, my legs were visibly shaking at that thought of her seeing me there, my well-pounded pussy full of an older man’s cum and splayed for her viewing pleasure as she approached. Regardless of how compromising Deanna’s own situation was, it was still scary.
Her face fell when she recognised me. “Not her… please!” she said.
“Shut up, bitch,” said Eric. “That’s not your decision to make.”
“What’s going on, Daddy?” I asked without thinking, then clamped my mouth shut at having called him that in front of Deanna.
“Daddy? Daddy?” Deanna looked from me to him in shock.
Eric ignored my indiscretion, if that was what it was, and Deanna’s repeated questions.
“Not sure if you heard, Olivia, but Deanna’s father is having a bit of legal trouble at the moment. He’s heading for bankruptcy and jail time, you know. I had a meeting with him and came up with a solution to make all his problems go away.”
Deanna’s face burned red and she avoided eye contact with both of us, looking at the floor instead.
“Lucky for him, he had something to bargain with. Something he didn’t value much because she’s just a piece of trash slut… his daughter,” continued Eric. “Oh how I would have loved to be a fly on the wall when he went home and had that conversation. It didn’t take long before Deanna was signing a contract though, she’s just as superficial as her dear old dad.”
“But what is she doing here?” I asked.
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