“Deanna is my official creampie eater. Aren’t you, Deanna?”
“Yes, sir,” whispered Deanna, still not looking up.
“So get eating, and don’t you dare stop until Olivia here gushes all over your face.”
“But, Daddy! I’m not a lesbian!”
“That’s OK, Olivia, neither is Deanna, now sit back and enjoy. I know I will. You’ll always be able to remember this moment, this day when she was finally put in her place.”
Deanna was crawling towards me, a look of hatred etched on her face that I was sure I was mirroring right back at her, but we were both under the control of the dominant billionaire in the room, who took a seat and gently stroked his cock as he watched the results of his expertise play out. My nemesis closed her eyes as the tip of her tongue lightly touched my labia.
She may not have been a lesbian, but holy fuck did she know how to eat pussy. It felt like Eric had crammed a lifetime of fucking into only a few encounters with me, but the reality was that he was my only lover, I was still inexperienced.
Everything with Eric was so hard, so powerful, so urgent. He was in complete control, taking exactly what he wanted, exactly when he wanted it, the very embodiment of an alpha male.
Deanna was slow, soft, and delicate, teasing me with her femininity in a way so different from Eric that I surprised myself with a gasp of pleasure when her tongue found its way to my clit. I lost concentration and Eric’s white gold began trickling out over my asshole.
“Don’t waste any,” Eric advised Deanna.
With a look of defeat, Deanna’s tongue ran in a one long lap all the way across my puckered rear entrance saving that dribble of semen like she was tending to a melting ice cream cone. I let go of the chain and pulled her head hard between my legs, chuckling at this crazy reversal of fortune.
Pulled in like that, Deanna’s face was soon a mess of mine and Eric’s combined juices, a creamy and shiny facemask concentrated around her mouth. I’d never felt so powerful in all my life, and when the vast majority of semen that was going to leak out had already leaked out and Deanna returned her concentration to my clit, I was soon on the verge of another orgasm.
“Oh… Uhnnn… oh fuck,” I moaned.
Deanna’s head shook from side to side, her lips tugged at my clit as her tongue flicked back and forth across it and I pulled her hair as hard as I could, until fresh tears welled up in her eyes. When Eric knelt on the bed and covered her face and my pelvis with a fresh load of cum, gluing one of her eyes shut, there was no holding me back.
A fresh wash of my sweet nectar flowed out over Deanna’s chin and I moaned like a whore, holding nothing back because there wasn’t another soul in earshot. It was a climax like no other, the familiar ecstasy mixed with some other feeling of relaxation, like muscles that had been mysteriously cramped for years were finally unclenching.
I let the waves of pleasure run through my body until they faded away and I floated back down to reality. Sex-exhaustion was setting in, and I watched Deanna clean Eric’s latest emission from me from behind half-closed eyes before he led her away, back to wherever he had been storing her in the first place, never letting her walk on her feet but making her crawl.
I shuffled completely on to the bed and let myself drift off into a little power-nap before Eric returned. The last thing I thought before I was asleep was that the birth control pills had been a terrible mistake. I’d give Eric anything he wanted, even a baby.
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Everything Can Be Bought 3: Anywhere He Wants
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Inexperienced brat Olivia Hull is reaping the rewards of giving the man of her house Eric Lockwood everything he wants. As the clock counts down on her academic life, she relishes taking advantage of her nemesis, Deanna Royce, every day. However, in the midst of one of her totally not lesbian sessions with Deanna, Eric bursts in. He found out how Olivia tried to deceive him and he isn't happy.
What kind of taboo encounter might Eric have in mind for Olivia to redeem herself? Well, there's still one place where Olivia can still have her first time and it seems she just might have to have her lesson pounded home again. It's a rich man's world, everything can be bought, and he can have her anywhere he wants.
Kinks/Sub-Genres
Pseudo-Incest, Breeding, Lesbian, Rough Sex, Anal
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*****
Power, I was drunk with it. After a lifetime on the bottom rung of the social ladder, I was finally the queen bee of my own tiny little universe. The population of this universe was only two, but the person below me on the pecking order was the only person I ever would have chosen for the position.
Deanna Royce, the worst person in the world. She had made my life a living hell, but my new daddy had really put her in her place.
Pretty, popular, and rich, it was always a given that she would date the quarterback, be prom queen, have a nice easy life. That would have been fine, but she had to stomp all over me because I was poor too.
When my mom started dating billionaire legal powerhouse Eric Lockwood I never could have dreamed that my virginity would be part of the arrangement. Not only that, but Eric wanted an heir and expected me to provide it for him the old fashioned way. With a whole bunch of rough and bareback sex.
Naturally, I was somewhat conflicted. I’d never been wanted before, not the way Eric wanted me when he got his big dick into my pussy. Nobody ever looked at me that way until he did, and when I was around him it was hard to think about anything but how best to please him, how to give him exactly what he wanted.
But I was only eighteen. To agree to just let nature take its course with an older man fathering my child, a man who was going to marry my mother, it was a lot to take in.
So I rebelled, I got birth control pills. However, I hadn’t even been on them for long enough to reach full effectiveness when Eric gave me the gift of a lifetime aboard his luxury launch.
In addition to some good hard sex, the only kind of sex I had ever known from the only lover I had ever known, he also gave me Deanna Royce like a present wrapped up in a little bow. Well, a dog collar anyway.
Eric had put Deanna’s father in quite the legal predicament, and Mr. Royce in turn had agreed to let Deanna work him out of the situation and save him from jail time, and their family from bankruptcy. This was no summer internship though, Eric had called her his official creampie eater, and it just so happened that his latest creampie was in my pussy.
I’d never forget that moment when, with mutual hate on our faces, she licked my slit until I came and she could extract no more semen from it. I couldn’t talk about what happened at school, but I knew it. And she knew it too. That was enough.
However, I thought a lifetime of torment was far from paid off with one orgasm. I asked Eric and he said I could do whatever I wanted with her until school ended in a couple of weeks. That’s how I made Deanna my bitch.
*****
On the day of the last full school assembly I arranged for a reluctant Deanna to meet me on stage in the assembly hall behind the thick curtains during lunchtime before it was s
upposed to commence. The curtains never opened unless the drama club was acting a play or one of the school bands wanted to perform for the school or something.
To get in you had to either go through the curtains in full view of anybody who might be eating their lunch in the hall or through a locked door backstage. I had discovered that it could easily be sprung open by slipping a ruler up through the gap and wiggling it against the latch.
Over the years I’d often spent my lunchtimes hiding there, away from whatever torment Deanna and her posse wanted to inflict on me that day, so I knew it was a pretty private place. Deanna had no such knowledge though.
“Back there? You’re fucking crazy, I’m not going there with you!”
She had protested in a similar fashion before I made her lick my pussy in the girls’ changing rooms, in a stationery closet and in the principal’s office that day he was away at a conference. I wondered if he ever noticed how wet his chair was when he came back. Regardless, I quelled her opposition the same as always.
“You know, my daddy has a couple more weeks before he has to file those documents with the courts. It’d be a shame if your dad went to jail and you ended up on the streets. Probably be better to come back here with me than to be selling your pussy to some crack-head just to get by, wouldn’t it?”
Colour rushed to her cheeks and her fists bunched up for a moment, then relaxed as her shoulders slumped. She was angry, livid, but compliant. Just the way I liked her. There was no love lost between us but, even though we each had no particular attraction to girls, god damn she could make me cum so hard with that tongue of hers.
The latch clicked and I yanked the door open before putting the ruler back in my bag, pushing Deanna through with a hand on her ass, which she slapped away as she gave me the ol’ stinkeye. I smiled sweetly in return.
Deanna walked ahead of me across the dimly lit stage until we were right in the middle where somebody had placed a huge heavy table, which I supposed was probably going to be used for a bunch of trophies and prizes at some point.
“Where this time?” asked Deanna, dropping her backpack.
I dropped my own bag and bent over the table, resting on my elbows and giving my ass a little wiggle. The hem of my skirt rode up almost to the very top of my legs. The uniform was new, a gift from Eric… but the skirt was somewhat shorter than regulation.
“Make me believe it,” I said.
Deanna rolled her eyes, but she knew the drill. She got down on her knees behind me and, after a deep breath, I felt her hands gently stroking their way up my inner thighs starting from the tops of my knee-socks.
For somebody who hated me so thoroughly, her touch was light and sensual. So feminine and markedly different from Eric, the only man who had ever known me in the sexual sense.
Facing away from her as I was and unable to see that spark of enmity in her eyes, I could shut my eyelids and imagine anybody at all. In a nutshell, Deanna was skilled and motivated enough to make me believe it.
She flipped my little skirt over my back and I shuffled my feet apart, giving her better access. I inhaled a shallow gasp of air when I felt her kiss and lick along my panty-line, starting from just to the left of my eager little slit and moving across my ass cheek before repeating on the other side.
Her perfectly manicured fingernails ticklishly scratched at my lower back as she hooked her fingers into the elastic of my panties and slowly pulled them downwards. Until very recently I never could have dreamed of having my beauty needs taken care of by a professional. Unlike Deanna, who had since middle school, but that was something Eric sorted out for me now too.
I was worked over at a high end beauty salon from head to toe on the very first day I met him, shortly before he fucked my virginity away, and again just the previous night, at his insistence. In addition to the Brazilian that had caught me by surprise the first time, they’d bleached my asshole and given me ‘full colonic hydrotherapy’. Apparently it was all the rage these days.
I had no idea about the truth of that statement, having never been a judge in an asshole competition. However, it had been part of the package Eric had booked and after everything he had done for me I was happy to do anything he wanted.
Reluctantly, I shuffled my feet together to let my panties slide down to my ankles and then lifted my left foot out before parting them again. I felt Deanna’s hot breath gently blowing on my pussy lips for a moment before she made contact again.
She planted a gentle kiss on my sex and then her lips tugged on one of my petals the way I had seen her do with her boyfriend’s bottom lip. Her skilled tongue ran up one side of my slit and then the other, making my legs quiver in anticipation.
I inhaled deeply and let it out in a long sigh when I felt her tongue delve between my folds, exploring my pussy and tasting my sweet nectar. How she could be so full of hate but still be so tender with her touch I had no idea, but I was certainly thankful.
My nemesis soon had my juices flowing freely, and she slathered them all over my clit, licking me to a frenzy until I was moaning and pushing back against her. I felt one of her hands on the top of my ass, the other on the side of my thigh, steadying herself as my lusty movements became more and more wild.
Even so, I felt my sex forced against her face each time and relished the feeling. The tip of her nose touched against my newly-bleached and cleansed asshole and I had a devilish thought that was enough to send me over the edge.
As my orgasm crashed down on me, I reached back and grab a fistful of Deanna’s hair, pulling her against me to make sure her tongue maintained firm contact with my most sensitive spot as I rode the pleasure waves. To be literally rubbing my enemy’s nose in it was the icing on the cake.
When I was still floating down from the lofty heights of my climax, I felt Deanna trying to pull away, but I only gripped her hair more tightly. She pulled harder too.
“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you, bitch.” I said, wondering if she remembered saying those exact words to me a couple of years ago, in an admittedly different situation.
“What now?” she managed to ask, barely able to get any distance between her mouth and a face-full of ass and pussy.
“Eat. My. Ass.”
The silence was all-encompassing. Those particular words had never passed between us, in that order anyway.
“You can’t be…”
The bell rang, signalling the end of the lunch break and drowning out Deanna’s final word. I assumed it was ‘serious’. I pushed my ass back at her, feeling her shaking with rage, the outward symptom of that internal conflict between her hatred for me and the need to save her dad and her own social status.
“We’ll be late for the assembly,” she said.
“Who gives a fuck?”
It was a conflict won, maybe narrowly, by her desire to maintain her social standing. Ironically, it was her own pride that led her down the road to licking my asshole.
The tip of her tongue tentatively touched to the side of my puckered rear entrance before giving an experimental lick. I squirmed despite my best efforts to keep still as she repeated her motions with slightly more confidence.
I wriggled again, with a little squeak escaping my mouth. It was a strange sensation, not as erogenous as her attentions to my pussy, but still pleasurable, more ticklish and just downright forbidden. When Deanna stepped it up to a playful swirl of her tongue around my asshole I decided beyond all doubt that it was more than just a nice punishment for Deanna… it was fucking hot!
I loosened my grip on Deanna’s hair, feeling like her little rebellion had been quelled. With my other hand, I reached back between my legs and let my upper body come to rest on the surface of the table.
My middle finger unconsciously mirrored on my clit the motions of Deanna’s tongue and I sighed contentedly. From the other side of the heavy curtain I could hear the vague hubbub of the whole school gathering to listen to some useless announcements.
When I’d had
the idea of making Deanna lick my beautician-prepared asshole, I hadn’t counted on how good it would feel. We weren’t just going to be late for the assembly, we were going to miss it completely if that tell-tale tingle of pleasure rising from the ashes of my afterglow was anything to go by.
By the time the sound of the principal’s voice came over the PA system, addressing a little over a thousand people who didn’t give a fuck about what he had to say, I was rubbing my finger furiously back and forth across my clit. When I was, by my estimations, only a few seconds away from my second orgasm and the slurping sounds of Deanna licking my ass were getting just as frantic, I heard something that made my blood run cold.
“Enough.”
I snatched my hand away from my pussy and whirled around, almost falling over. Deanna did fall over, scrambling backwards away from me as she tried to regain her feet.
Standing by the backstage door as if watching two eighteen year old schoolgirls in full uniform engaged in oral sex wasn’t a special enough event to just keep watching, and wasn’t even the slightest bit scandalous… was my step-father-to-be, Eric Lockwood. He must have opened the door and slipped through when the bell rang for us to not have heard anything.
He wasn’t interested in watching my pleasure, he was pissed about something. All my illusions of power, grandeur and control slipped away from me immediately, I could almost feel the focus of importance converging on him as he stalked closer, like the universe moving a spotlight from me to him.
When he was still a good distance away, he threw something at me with a flick of his wrist. All I caught while it was in flight was this silvery flash and my mind thought ‘ninja star!’ for a moment before something much less deadly, but maybe equally life-ending, lightly struck me on the forehead and fell to the ground.
I looked down and saw a circular blister package of pills. The writing on it was too small to read at that distance, but I knew it would say ‘Mon’, ‘Tues’, ‘Weds’ and so on. These were my birth control pills, the ones I had started to take but then stopped.
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