Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  My hands dropped to my sides as quickly as I had dropped the cookie he once caught me sneaking from the cookie jar in the middle of the night. His voice had always commanded respect in this house, a well-earned respect, but I’d never heard him use it so forcefully before.

  I squeezed my eyes shut as they watered to overflowing, no doubt leaving dark mascara tracks down my cheeks, while Clark only built up speed and power. The squelching sounds were incredibly loud every time he hit the back of my throat, and I went red with the effort of fighting my gag reflex until my body seemed to have some kind of epiphany about how it wasn’t so bad to have a hard dick that deep in your mouth.

  The feeling of choking died away and I opened my eyes slowly, looking up at Clark again with a tentative kind of triumph. My step-dad had a knowing smile on his face, quivering with the pleasure he was taking from my body though it was.

  “I knew you’d be a natural. You got over it even quicker than your mother when I taught her how to be a real woman.”

  The compliment made me so happy, I smiled as best I could around his ever-pounding cock. Clark slowed down for a second.

  “Such a good girl… stick your tongue out.”

  I frowned, but did as he said. My tongue curled lovingly around the bottom of his shaft as I stuck it out and felt him sliding inexorably deeper. The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat… and kept on going.

  My eyes bulged in surprise, darting up and down between his face and the steadily disappearing inches of manmeat right in front of me. Just before my nose touched his pelvis his invasion down my throat seemed to come up against some insurmountable limit. Whether it was his length, his girth or some combination, he couldn’t get it all the way in no matter how hard he tried.

  I was beginning to feel for the lack of oxygen when he finally extracted his length and pushed me backwards. I sat on my feet, not sure if he was angry with me.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I said.

  “It’s OK, princess. What you petite girls lack in depth you make up for in tightness. I’m going to have some fun fucking your face another day, but now I’ve got to get my cock in that pussy of yours.”

  “O… OK,” I stammered, eyeing his massive member and wondering if I could really take it.

  Clark stepped out of his jeans and boxers as I crawled over to my handbag, reaching in to find one of the condoms I had put in my purse, ready for my night with Todd. I pulled out two of the little foil packs, attached together, and noticed with a surge of rage that one of them had been torn open.

  Suzie had used one of my own condoms to fuck my boyfriend with. That bitch.

  When I turned back to Clark, he was peeling off his shirt, revealing the muscular torso that had been in my mind a lot lately, although this was the first time I had ever seen it as a backdrop to his towering erection. He was a work of art, a sculpture of sex, and the spasm of pleasure from my clit as my body reacted to the sight of him made me forget all about Todd and Suzie for a second with a semi-stifled gasp.

  “You won’t be needing that,” he said.

  I looked down at the condom and then back up at him incredulously. “But, Daddy… I’m not on the pill or anything.”

  “Like I give a fuck. I’m not having a piece of rubber between my cock and a virgin pussy. You should know what a real cock feels like for your first time.”

  I frowned and stood to my feet, approaching him slowly as I tried to wrap my head around what he was saying. I thought I must be misunderstanding him, he couldn’t really mean he was willing to risk getting me pregnant, could he? I couldn’t let him do that, what about my spot in the Academy? If I got in, that was.

  “But… but they’re, uh, feather-light for improved sensation,” I read from the packaging. “I can’t get pregnant, Daddy, I’m…”

  Clark grabbed my wrist with one hand and held it still while he snatched the condom away, flinging it over his shoulder like it was nothing but trash before pulling me close. One hand went to my ass, the other cupped my jaw, making me look directly at him as his hardness prodded my stomach.

  “If it happens, it happens, but you are going to take what I give you, understand?”

  I bit my lower lip and tried to think about ballet, about all the sacrifices, but his cock was so hard and it prodded its way into my mind as surely as it was prodding me in the stomach. I wanted it so bad, at that moment I wanted it more than what I’d been working towards for the last several years, nothing else mattered as much.

  But to risk changing my entire life for it was still scary. My brain whirled around the distracting flashes of that wonderful masculine rod being forced into my tightness, searching for a way around my predicament. I grasped at a straw.

  “OK, Daddy, you can have me like you want… but can you pull out at the end?”

  “We’ll see, princess.”

  Clark bent down and slung his arm around my butt, lifting me off my feet. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling the underside of his hard shaft nestling along the length of my slit through the soaking wet material of my leotard.

  The last person in the world I had expected to carry me to bed with the intention of fucking me did just that, laying me down with my head on my pillow before kissing me to the point of breathlessness again as he ground his shaft against my sex. Every movement of his hard length against me sent blissful shivers tingling around my body, and I wrapped my legs around him even tighter to increase the sensations.

  Clark broke off the kiss and whispered in my ear again, never relenting with the rocking of his hips, keeping my pussy well-reminded of the beast knocking at the door.

  “I can already feel how wet you are, Franceska. You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”

  “Yeah…” I breathed. It was pointless denying the obvious.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard, every time you squeal and scream I’m going to fuck you even harder. You. Are. Mine.”

  My step-father sat up and roughly pulled at the straps of my leotard, exposing my perky little breasts to him for the first time. The part of my brain in charge of modesty must not have gotten the memo because as soon as my arms were untangled from the straps I crossed them over my chest.

  Clark took my arms and pulled them away, holding them against the mattress at my sides as he bent down again and took a nipple into his mouth. Electric jolts, similar to the ones that had been sparking from my clit at every contact, shot into my body with every flick of his tongue, even as I briefly struggled with the urge to cover myself up again.

  When he pulled back, my firm teen tit was stretched out by the nipple for a moment before it popped out of his mouth and he moved to the other one, making sure it was just as hard and excited as the first. Clark finally let go of one of my arms, and I found it move to the back of his head so I could hold him against me and run my fingers through his hair rather than try to push him away or preserve the illusion of modesty.

  With his hand now free, I felt it move down my side and momentarily stroke my thigh before a single finger slipped under the elastic of the leg hole of my leotard just to the side of my shaved mound and then out the other leg hole, pulling it to the side and removing the last flimsy obstacle between my slit and the biggest cock I’d ever dreamed of.

  Using the same hand I felt him carefully guiding the tip of his cock along the length of my folds, gathering up my freely flowing juices and combining them with his own pre-cum to lubricate himself. Even before he started pushing, I felt the butterflies of apprehension in my stomach at the size of him, the sheer sense of weight of his manhood.

  When he did start pushing, my eyes widened and my hands scrambled for something to hold on to as I felt that girth stretch my pussy lips until they were taut around the head, a tight ring of teen flesh hugging his masculinity. I whimpered as he increased the pressure, the muscles in my legs beginning to quiver with fear and effort.

  Clark was obviously feeling none of the discomfort I was, he looked every bit as satisfied as whe
n he’d had me sucking his cock for the first time and was now determined to get it just as deep in my pussy. I let out a moan of relief when I felt the ridge slip inside me and my pussy lips form a tight seal on the shaft just under it.

  “Oh fuck yeah,” breathed Clark.

  My step-father moved his hand up my side, over the bunched up leotard around my midriff and over one hard-nippled breast until he had a firm grip of my neck. I held on to his wrist with one of my own hands, scared about what he might do with that control over me.

  “Look at me, Franceska, right here.”

  I looked into his eyes.

  “Remember this. Remember who did this to you, who made you feel this way. Remember forever how I fucked your virginity away.”

  With that comment and the head of his cock securely embedded in me, he powered the entire length of his cock through my hymen and on into my depths until I heard the slap of his balls on my ass in the brief moment before I squealed like a stuck pig. Clark was huge and I was a petite ballerina with a pussy that had no hope of ever being fully prepared for the weapon he was packing.

  True to his word, my whimpers, my squeals seemed to act like fuel on his fire and he immediately pulled back only to drive it as far into me as he could again. The impact shook my whole body as I instinctively squirmed, trying to get into some kind of position so he couldn’t thrust so hard or so deep.

  He was simply too strong for me. Everything I did only seemed to make him fuck me harder, and my pussy was embroiled in some kind of slippery wet fire. Clark bent over and slipped one arm around the back of my neck to hold on to my shoulder and pounded into me like he was trying to set a world record for inches-of-dick-fed-into-a-virgin-per-minute.

  I was moaning and squealing from the pain and effort, but even in the midst of it all I couldn’t help but think about how incredible his cock was, how the very shape and feel of it called out to my basic womanly needs in some animalistic language. I bet if I could see myself in the mirror right then, I’d have looked sexy as hell.

  Every sound I made was punctuated by the shaking of my body when he bottomed out inside me, like when kids beat their fists on each other’s backs to make motorboat sounds. Clark’s chiselled body flexed against me with every thrust and I found my hands roaming his muscles, learning what a real man felt like under his clothes for the first time.

  In ballet I was used to having complete control of my body, but that was all out the window for this fuck. I was being shaken like a ragdoll so hard that even my small breasts were wobbling with the impacts.

  Ordinarily I would have thought I was a match for Clark for any feat of fitness or endurance, but I was panting with a sheen of sweat on my brow while he was still looking fresh as a daisy, if daisies deflowered teenagers. He just felt so powerful holding me in place like that, absolutely dominating me as he hovered above and claimed my body as if it had always belonged to him but I simply hadn’t realised it.

  Maybe it was because I’d already been through a show a couple of hours ago, maybe I’d underestimated him, or maybe fucking my pussy for the first time was all the motivation he needed. Either way, that fire his cock ignited in my teen tunnel was accompanied by a warm ache in my muscles as I tried to keep up with him.

  Then something magical began to happen. The burning sensation started to feel more like those sparks and spasms of pleasure I’d experienced before being penetrated for the first time, the thoughts of what his cock looked like pumping into me forced out all others and my whimpers became more eager.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist again, having lost my grip with the power of his fucking and began to buck my hips against him, meeting his thrusts. The slight change in angle allowed for just that little bit more stimulation of my clit and I quickly felt that magical feeling spread until my whole body felt as full of something as my pussy was.

  “Mmmmm, that’s it, Franceska, now you’re getting it. You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?”

  “MMMmmm…uh… mmmm… uh… yesssss,” I stammered out between thrusts.

  “Say it, tell me,”

  “I’m cumming f-for you, Daddyyyy!”

  I didn’t know whether I was saying real words or just screaming gibberish, but whatever it was was soon drowned out by the pounding sound of my heart as a pleasure bomb seemed to explode between my legs, spreading a humming ecstasy that washed away everything else. The pleasure was so intense I almost felt like crying with the joy of it all, with the love and debt of gratitude I felt for the man who had made me feel this way.

  I began to come back down from cloud nine when I felt Clark’s hand move from my shoulder to the tight bun my hair was tied into, gripping it hard, almost painfully. He rose up and looked into my eyes as he continued to jack-hammer his cock in my quivering sex.

  He held his breath for a moment and then let it out in a groan of his own ecstasy as a hot splash of semen was unleashed into my fertile depths. His thrusts lost their dependable rhythm for the first time since he had started fucking me in earnest, as each time he bottomed out was accompanied by another spurt of his creamy load.

  I should have been concerned about my future, I should have been worried about getting pregnant, but in the moment all I could think of was how good it felt to take all that cum inside me. It was dangerous, it was so fucking forbidden, but damned if I didn’t want it so bad.

  Clark slowed further as those jets of cum receded to a gentle trickle, being milked out by my tight pussy with every pump, and kissed me gently as a peaceful glow descended on us. I was exhausted, I was sore, my unprotected womb was full of sperm, but I was happy.

  Some say that the best revenge is to live a good life. That may be true, but sometimes perhaps the best revenge is to get fucked unbelievably hard by a much bigger cock than your cheating boyfriend had anyway. Who’s to say that’s wrong?

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  Dethroning Little Princess Hayley

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  Gentle isn't in his vocabulary...

  Hayley is such a little princess. She's grown up rich, and the inexperienced brat has always had her way, right down to having her pick of the guys at school and every little detail of the relationship. Hayley has particular ideas about what her first time will be like, an expensive hotel, candlelit love songs and sweet tender lovemaking with the boyfriend she'll eventually marry. He'll treat her oh-so-gentle, like the precious gift she is.

  There's only one problem. To get to that hotel room, she has to defy the man of the house and his rules. That doesn't go well.

  Jack may be worth countless millions now, but Haley is about to get a first hand lesson that he hasn't softened up one little bit since his days in the biker gang. After catching her sneaking out of her bedroom window, he decides it's time for her to earn her keep for staying in his house, and despite being almost too big he takes her hard right there on the lawn without protection.

  If this little princess wants to be the queen, she's going to have to take everything the king can give her.

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  Pseudo-Incest, Breeding, Rough Sex, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Virgin, Schoolgirl

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  I think that deep down, somewhere, I knew I was living a charmed life, but since it was all I could remember, it was hard to keep that fact in mind sometimes. The truth was always there, just under the surface, though. I was only a single generation removed from the wrong side of the tracks.

  My mom had been with Jack so long that I couldn’t even remember my real dad, who was such a deadbeat that he’d never even sent any child support. She met Jack back when he was still in that biker gang, not too long before he got out.

  She never told me all the details, maybe she didn’t know them herself, but she did say that the gang paid him off when he wanted to move on with his life. That’s how much respect they had for him. That’s how much respect he commanded.

  That whole life never touched me, though. By the time I started forming my earliest memories, we had already moved across the country so Jack could start afresh. With his seed money he started a profitable motorcycle and classic car workshop, successful enough that he was able to start franchising the name out.

  Franchisees were never late with their payments more than once, so I heard, and with iron-clad control over his business combined with wise or lucky investments he was soon very well off, to put it mildly. Once I pulled a piece of paper off his desk and asked what all those numbers meant, and was told that it meant my daddy was a millionaire.

  I didn’t know what that meant at the time, but as the years went by it meant I had an ‘au pair’, who was really from France, who lived with us and took care of my every need. I was sent to the most expensive of schools, and outside of my schoolwork my au pair taught me the finer points of etiquette so I could fit in with the richer members of society who were our neighbours and made sure I was always immaculately groomed.