Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  “Ah, that’s cute. You’ve got no clue what to do with it, do you? Luckily it knows what to do with you,” said Jarrod.

  He began slapping my face with his cock, my lips, my cheeks, my nose, my forehead. Every impact made me flinch and was accompanied by a meaty smacking sound. For the first few hits I felt the tiny bit of my saliva from his shallow foray into my mouth, but then it became a little wetter and I saw that a string of clear fluid was often attached between my face and his cock when he pulled it away.

  Jarrod was splattering my face with pre-cum like the world’s most inappropriate bingo marker. Having never touched a cock before, it was a deliciously demeaning introduction to the feel of it and I opened my mouth to pant my excitement.

  As soon as I did that, his glorious manhood was pushing inside, over the pink pillows of my lips and on to the hot wet bed of my tongue. My eyes went wide with shock at what that masculine invasion felt like, all that hard shaft inside my mouth, the flavour of it, the manliness of it.

  Jarrod was in complete control with his hand in my hair and his cock in my mouth, it was all I could do to simply form a tight seal around it with my lips and let him do whatever he wanted as he began pushing back and forth with his hips. Looking up at him with him, he really seemed to like the sensation when that bumpy ridge was right at the brink of coming out of my mouth, before plunging back in, feeling that tightness around him.

  “Lick it…” he commanded, not pausing in his thrusts at all.

  I wasn’t sure how to lick something that was already inside my mouth, but I tried flicking my tongue from side to side on the head as much as I could, and the groan of satisfaction he let out made me so proud of myself. For a second I forgot about the leather strap around my wrists, wanting to reach up and feel his thickness with my hands, but I was reminded as soon as I tried to do so. It was another sweet torture the man of my house was inflicting on me.

  However, it wasn’t like I really needed a second opinion, I already knew it was huge. I already knew there was no way something like that could fit in my pussy, I was simply too petite and if I didn’t get him to cum in my mouth, there was every possibility that he was going to ruin me forever.

  I began bobbing my head to meet his thrusts, enthusiastically flicking my tongue on the underside of that throbbing head, and started to almost feel like I imagined myself before this morning. Finally I had a cock to both adore and fear, I had all the motivation I could need to give the kind of blowjob that was worth writing about.

  “That’s it, princess… holy fuck,” Jarrod breathed, as he kicked off his shoes one by one, followed by the clothes formerly on the lower half of his body.

  Basking in his power and praise, I redoubled my efforts, but soon found that Jarrod was thrusting ever harder and deeper. I couldn’t back away, not with that hold he had on my hair, and it wasn’t long before the inevitable happened and that fat cock hit the back of my throat.

  I gagged like the virgin I was and my vision instantly went blurry due to my eyes watering uncontrollably. I tried to retreat, but Jarrod moved with me as I fell backwards to the straw pile with his hard rod still firmly embedded in my mouth.

  There was absolutely nowhere left to go now, and Jarrod was right over me, forcing that dick against the back of my throat as I tried to push him out with nothing but my tongue. Suffice to say, my tongue was hopelessly outmatched and I felt the tip of his cock somehow pop into my throat.

  I couldn’t see anything beyond a blurry vision of his pelvis, my subtle eye make-up was no surely a mess of dark streaks all over my face with all the tears that had flowed. It was already impossible that something like his dick could be in my throat, but he still had so many more inches to give and he seemed determined to get all the way in.

  My step-father bore down on me with so much pressure, but the angles were all wrong. He couldn’t seem to get any further down my throat no matter how much he tried. With a growl, he pulled his cock back into my mouth and then forced it into my throat again, face fucking me to his heart’s content.

  I consoled myself with the thought of swallowing his load, or taking it on my face where it would mix with my make-up and slapped cheek to leave me looking like an adult-rated poster-child for sexual domination. The image was so hot that I was soon right back into the swing of things and I would have given almost anything to be able to reach between my legs to touch myself and cum with him.

  All of a sudden, Jarrod pulled his cock out of my mouth and shuffled backwards. I was left panting for a moment, my jaws sore from being open so wide for so long, feeling the cool air on the dribbles of saliva, pre-cum and tears that had left their wet tracks all over my face.

  “Not bad for a first time, Imogen, but I think I’m going to take what’s mine. You’ve got a present for me down there, haven’t you? Something you’ve been saving for Daddy?”

  I worked my mouth open and closed a few times, trying to coax my voice out of my abused throat, only managing to get a few croaks out before recovering the ability to use words. He had already forced himself between my legs, leaving one hand on my stomach to hold me down, by the time that happened though.

  “Daddy! Please, don’t! I’m…” I squeezed my eyes shut. “I’m serious. I can’t take it, you’re too big. Let me suck it, I’ll do better, I promise!”

  “Oh, I know you’ll do better,” said Jarrod.

  I breathed a sigh of relief as he took his hand off my stomach, but that relief was short-lived as he reached up my skirt to grip my panties, ripping the flimsy material from one leg hole to the waistband and yanking the torn scrap of white down to my other knee. With my hands still tied behind my back and Jarrod between my legs, my struggles were completely ineffectual in the brief period before he was on top of me again.

  I could feel the tip of his rock hard dick touching me all around my most private area as we both moved around, smearing that mixture of my saliva and his own pre-cum all around, even right on my labia when chance sometimes brought it dangerously close to my entrance, further coating his cock with my virginal nectar. Jarrod reached behind my head and regathered his earlier hold of my hair, keeping my head still until we made eye contact and I saw his intentions weren’t going to be swayed by anything I said, whether I was acting or not.

  “Don’t hurt me, Daddy,” I begged.

  “You’re gonna love it no matter how much it hurts, princess,” he said.

  Jarrod never took his eyes off mine as he reached down with his free hand and took hold of his cock, rubbing the tip along the length of my folds, truly covering it in the slippery and undeniable reality of my forbidden lust. At the top of each stroke, I felt that warm masterpiece of manhood touch my clit and I breathed in sharply each time, I was so scared, but it felt so good at the same time.

  Finally Jarrod went still with his hard length poised at my entrance, my pussy lips delivering their first kiss and innocently unaware of what was about to happen.

  “Remember this, Imogen, remember when your daddy fucked you hard for the first time.”

  With that announcement, my step-father pushed forward with all his strength. There was no pausing for ceremony at my hymen, no moment’s silence for a fallen comrade, Jarrod simply pushed as much cock into me as he could as quickly as he could.

  I myself was barely able to spare a fleeting thought for my virginity as a nuclear fire was sparked between my legs, blinding me with white-hot pain, and I screamed. Somewhere in the glare I heard, rather than felt, Jarrod’s heavy balls slap on my ass, followed soon after by a second slap that quickly turned into a steady rhythm.

  I thought I might be blacking out, I might not be able to follow Jarrod’s instructions about remembering this momentous occasion with a momentous cock, but the blinding brightness faded away and the world swam back into focus with Jarrod’s handsome face contorted in pleasure as he sawed his solid girth in and out of my tight pussy.

  Never in a million years, let alone eighteen, would I have thought something t
hat big could get in a girl my size, yet there we were and Jarrod was giving it to me as hard as I had ever heard him giving it to my mother. At the end of every stroke, we met with an impact that shook my whole body and brought forth another little yelp from me.

  Every sound I made seemed to drive Jarrod wild with lust and it wasn’t long before I thought he must have some jack-hammer somewhere in his ancestry. That fiery pain between my legs settled down into a dull ache and I regained some ability to think again.

  Here I was, getting fucked by a man who had swept aside my resistance like it was nothing, who had slapped me, bruised me, and thrown me around like a toy, a real man who was prepared to do anything to take what he wanted, and what he wanted was me. It was everything I’d ever fantasised about, even if I’d never thought fucking could be this hard, this intense.

  I pulled up my knees, flexing my abs and changing the angles slightly so my clit got just that little bit more rough contact, and I was gone. Like… gone. A wave of pleasure washed over me, drowning all hints of pain but bringing with it the fear that I might explode from sheer ecstasy. The sounds of balls slapping on ass were lost under the pounding of my own heart in my ears.

  I took in a deep breath, held it for a few seconds and then let it out in an unintelligible mix of scream of intensity, groan of bliss and sigh of satisfaction. At that point in time, the English language had nowhere near the capacity to narrate what I was feeling.

  Smack!

  Jarrod had reached back and slapped my leg right at the top of my thigh near my ass, which slowly brought me back to reality, back to the stable where I, a little blonde, was still getting power-fucked by my muscular step-father. I wrapped my legs around him and hooked my ankles together as he pulled my shirt up and then leaned on my shoulders with both hands, creating some space between us.

  With every powerful thrust, my bare tits bounced wildly almost to the point of pain. If my hands weren’t tied, I would have held them in place, but they were so I couldn’t. Jarrod’s eyes focused on them as he sucked air in through clenched teeth.

  “Fuck yeah, I knew your big tits would bounce like that. You sexy little bitch.”

  Jarrod put every last ounce of strength he had into fucking me, making me wish I was wearing a sports bra, until I felt a change in him and he said something just as the train of thought in my head came to a scary destination.

  “Say ‘cum inside me, Daddy’,” he breathed,

  “But I’m not on the pill!”

  Smack!

  “Say it!”

  “But I’ll get pregnant!”

  Smack!

  “But…”

  Smack!

  My cheek stung more than I could believe as Jarrod reminded me exactly who was in charge. I bit my lower lip as I looked up at him, the man of my dreams, the man who had earned the right to do whatever he wanted with my body.

  “Cum inside me, Daddy,” I said.

  Several hard, pounding, thrusts later, he did exactly that. I was surprised by how warm it felt and just how much of it there was as spurt after spurt filled my fertile depths. My step-father was cumming buckets in my well-abused body.

  Finally, when he’d filled me to overflowing and I thought I might very well be stuck to the floor with semen, he collapsed on top of me, kissing my neck and stroking my hair as he caught his breath. I had no idea how much after that it was when he pulled out of me, a fresh flow of his creamy load spilling after him, and stood, gathering his clothes.

  “Come see me when you’re cleaned up, I’ve got some plans for you,” he said, leaving me there on the ground.

  I was exhausted and thought I might fall asleep right there on the lower slopes of the straw pile, but did eventually get up. Every muscle I knew, and some I didn’t, were aching as if I’d run several marathons and it was a struggle to get to my feet.

  I shuffled out of the stall and my torn panties slid down my calf to the floor. President Booya peered out of his own stall as he chewed some oats, or whatever the fuck horses eat, and gave me a knowing look.

  When I entered my bathroom and caught a look at myself in the mirror, I was mesmerised. It looked like an entire bale of straw was stuck in my dishevelled hair, and one cheek was bright red, streaked with dark lines from my eyes. My white shirt was dirty from the dust on the ground and a cocktail of sperm and the evidence of my virginity was flowing down both legs.

  I looked like a wreck, and smiled. This was everything I’d ever wanted out of sex, absolutely everything. I turned the shower taps on and waited for the water to warm up, hoping that Jarrod’s plans for me involved more of the same.

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  Dethroning Little Princess Kate

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  “Maybe it’s time you got a little dirty, Kate"

  Kate is such a little princess. She's never settled in since moving to America from the UK, and certainly never really clicked with the new man of the house, billionaire oil tycoon Dan Emerson. The inexperienced brat has always been aloof and planned to run away back to England as soon as she was old enough. Now that day is finally here, but she's been told she has to spend the weekend with Dan to try and bond.

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  After a humiliating motorcycle-induced climax right in front of him, things get intense for Kate as he barebacks her hard in his workshop. There is nothing gentle about Dan Emerson, it certainly doesn't matter to him that he's almost too big and it's her first time, he will not pull out until he's good and finished!

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

  Kinks/Sub-Genres

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

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  I thought I would probably never forgive my Mum, this wasn’t the way my life was supposed to be. At the age of ten she had uprooted me from everything back home, as I still thought of it, in England to come and live with the new man she’d found in the United States, Dan Emerson.

  It didn’t matter that he was a billionaire, it didn’t matter that his house and grounds were a step up from where we came from, it didn’t matter how many oilfields he owned. The whole situation just lacked… class. My first ten years I was surrounded by the elite of society, I had taken etiquette lessons since I was five, I was supposed to grow up to date royalty and high profile athletes.

  Instead, now, I was living in a house with a rich man who cursed like a beggar being paid in alcohol to fit the most swear-words per minute into his sentences. Thankfully I had thrown enough tantrums to be enrolled in a similar etiquette course to back in the UK so I at least wouldn’t forget that I was a proper little lady but, outside of that weekly escape, I was surrounded by people whose idea of a good time was watching American football and surrounded by boys whose idea of seduction was yelling ‘yeeeeehaw!’ at me from the passenger seat of their cars as they drove by.

  As if all that wasn’t bad enough, I was subjected to the nightly embarrassment of hearing Dan do unspeakable, unthinkable, things to my mom in their room. I’d moved my be
droom three times, but the mansion just wasn’t big enough to escape the squeals, smacks, moans and, worst of all, the deep bellowing grunts that signalled either the end, or sometimes only a brief intermission before round two.

  A couple of years back I’d decided that the very second I could leave without them having the police drag me back I’d be gone. By the time I was eighteen I’d secreted away enough for a ticket back to the UK and a few months of rent.

  After that I’d probably meet an eligible young Duke or something who would court me in the way I deserved, but that’s about as far as my plan went. I imagined it would be pretty easy, I mean, what young English gentleman wouldn’t want a real lady who had saved herself for him long after all the harlots had given their virginity away for nothing?

  Shortly before I was going to secretly buy my plane ticket, my mom said she was going away for the weekend and she wanted me to have some quality time with Dan. She said she’d noticed that the two of us hadn’t really bonded so it was time to put some effort in.

  Really? It took her eight years to notice? And just before I was about to fly away, leaving nothing behind but a note and a promise to get in touch when I was good and ready? I protested, but was told that if I didn’t stay home and do exactly what Dan said, then I’d be grounded for three months! Three months!

  I couldn’t organise everything I needed in order for my runaway to go smoothly if I was grounded and being watched like a hawk every second of the day so I agreed. I even kept my mouth shut when she told me what the plan was.

  Apparently, the two of us were going to bond while we fixed up an old motorbike in Dan’s filthy workshop behind the house. He had a showroom with a lot of bikes that even I could appreciate the sleek beauty of, but the stuff in that workshop was all junk as far as the eye could see. And did I mention filthy?