Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  I put the cheerleader uniform on the table and pushed a big bundle of silky red ribbon and some kind of short multi-tailed whip off another set of clothes. I lifted that up and saw it was a school uniform. For my school, again.

  My school days were almost over, I just had some exams to get through. There wasn’t any rational reason for these clothes to be in here with all this… unless…

  These clothes were like everything else in this chest. They were for my mom and Ethan to use when they were getting intimate. I gulped.

  My own stepfather wanted to roleplay fucking me. My stomach fluttered with nervous pleasure and I found my hand had unconsciously strayed back inside the chest to grip that fat dildo.

  I bit my lip and closed my eyes, remembering one more time the way he had looked at me this morning. No wonder there’d been such fire there. He knew that he’d soon have somewhere to channel all that forbidden lust.

  With a crazy kind of righteousness suddenly surging through me, I picked up the replica of my stepfather’s cock with intent. He had somewhere to channel it, so it wasn’t fair that I didn’t. I’d go have the most satisfying masturbation of my short life, and I’d do it without any guilt for the first time.

  The red ribbon was tangled around the end of the dildo when I picked it up. What was that for? Tying my mother up when she was wearing my school uniform? That could come along for the ride too.

  I gathered it all up and made my way to their bedroom, dumping my ill-gotten on their bed before stripping down in record time. I had one knee on the covers before I climbed back off, remembering something that had become an almost essential part of my ritual if I wanted to get off particularly hard.

  I scrambled to their huge walk-in wardrobe and returned with the bottle of Ethan’s distinctive cologne. A few sprays here and there, and it was like he was in the room with me. I took a deep breath and let out a happy sigh before putting the cologne back in the wardrobe.

  When I returned, I crawled slowly on to the bed from the bottom edge and pretended Ethan was lying there, ready for me to service him before he used my body for his own pleasure. With slow, sultry, movements that I could never imagine myself performing with any of the boys at my school, I made my way up to where the magnificent replica sat in the midst of the red ribbon.

  “Ooooh, poor Daddy,” I cooed.

  It always made me feel especially naughty when I touched myself while thinking about him and used that word, and this time was no different. Leaning down so my ass stuck in the air, I planted a kiss on the shaft and imagined looking up from between his legs for approval.

  “Have you got all tangled up in the ribbon? Do you need a miracle from your slutty little angel?”

  I nuzzled the fake cock and closed my eyes as my lips brushed against it. With the incredible craftsmanship, the scent of Ethan’s cologne and a healthy dose of imagination, I was in seventh heaven.

  I whimpered as another spark of pleasure, more potent than the by the kitchen table, hit me between the legs. I reached down and traced one finger up and down my labia, before circling around my tight entrance.

  My suspicions were confirmed, I was undeniably wet. I was going to be a dirty little girl and this was going to be fun.

  Keeping my balance with one forearm resting on the bed, I teased myself both with my fingers and with the challenge of untangling the object of my desire from the red ribbon using only my lips, teeth and nose.

  By the time I had it free, I felt like I knew every square inch of that massive cock by touch. My own arm had become tangled in the ribbon, but that didn’t matter. The thick shaft was in the clear.

  “In my mouth? Do you think it will fit, Daddy?” I asked my phantom lover.

  I kissed the head of the cock and slipped the tip of my finger inside my entrance. Arching my back and curling my tongue around it, I was able to pull the copy of my stepfather’s hard dick into my mouth, and I moaned with satisfaction.

  Swirling my tongue all around it, I bobbed and twisted my head, making it wet and slippery until it was sliding over my lips with ease, though I did have to keep my mouth open wide to accommodate it. My finger was slick with my own juices and I began flicking it back and forth across my clit, making me moan with every breath, right on the latex cock.

  My arm was getting tired, so I grabbed the dildo and flipped over on my back, further entrapping myself in the red ribbon. I squirmed in relief at the more comfortable position and rested the dildo between my breasts, with the tip sticking out and in easy reach of my mouth.

  I let myself peek out at it and felt my legs quiver at that sight. My chest had started developing early, and I had some of the biggest and perkiest breasts in my year now.

  As a result, while my hand may not have been able to wrap all the way around the thick shaft, my breasts squashed over it wonderfully. I stuck out my tongue to guide the tip back into my head as I closed my eyes started bobbing up and down on it again.

  My slippery juices were trickling out of my virgin pussy by now and I could feel the tiny rivulets making slow tickly progress across my ass toward the bed. Using one arm to hug my breasts, I kept the dildo in place and reached between my legs again, imagining it was his fingers exploring me there.

  “Yes, Daddy!” I squealed, temporarily taking my mouth off the rubber cock.

  All I had ever managed to fit inside me was a single finger, I was too tight to attempt anything else, and so that’s what I did now. My pussy hugged my finger so snugly on all sides, yet it slipped inside easily because of how wet I was, at least as far as my hymen.

  My hymen! I shuddered and my eyelids fluttered a little as the most devilish thought yet raced through my head.

  I might not be able to get this dildo inside of me, but I could get it good and wet and maybe get it far enough to pop my cherry. Then it would be like all my dreams had come true and Ethan had taken my virginity. I could never really have him, but this would be as close as I could get, and instead of my finger, I could rub myself on that replica to finish me off.

  The thought alone almost had me quivering with a sudden climax. Yes!

  My hands moved nearly as fast as the butterflies in my stomach, bringing the tip of the rubber cock to my entrance. Warm and wet from my mouth, the sensation of it pressing against my sex was incredible.

  It didn’t take much imagination to picture Ethan’s muscular body pressing his manhood against me, seeking my virgin territory. I pushed and pushed, and bit my lip with the effort of it, marveling at how fat it was.

  It just would not fit, and I gave myself a little break after a few minutes, rubbing the head all over my pussy and clit, grinding my hips, and further coating it in my natural lubricants. I had to be careful though, because the more slippery it got, the better it felt on my clit and I was damn close to an orgasm that would leave my ears ringing.

  The last thing I wanted to do was to climax before the Ethan replica had taken my virginity, so I moved the tip to my entrance again and prepared myself for round two. Grasping it with both hands, I pulled it as hard as I could, feeling it start to slide into me like a slow and somehow wonderful torture.

  My pussy lips were stretched out to a tight ring of fire and a sheen of sweat was standing out on my forehead, as much from the pain and pleasure as from the effort, and I still hadn’t managed to take even the head, nor felt my cherry pop. I licked my lips and took a few breaths.

  “Push harder, Daddy! Use me! I don’t care how much it hurts! Yes! Yes! Y-”

  “What. The fuck. Are you doing?”

  Time flies when you’re having fun. When, for all intents and purposes, you’re life has ended, time can stop entirely.

  I opened my eyes and saw none other than the owner of the original cock the replica was based on standing in the door way to the bedroom. His bedroom.

  Words were beyond me. It took what felt like a solid year just for my jaw to drop in horror.

  I was on the bed he shared with my mother. My legs were spread so wid
e that my knees were almost in different timezones. I was so turned on that I could feel a wet patch under my ass. Worst of all, I was talking about “Daddy” while trying to stuff a rubber copy of his cock into my virgin pussy.

  All at once, time remembered it had a job to do and rushed ahead again. I shut my legs so fast that my thighs slapping together sounded like a gunshot.

  Scrambling to sit up and make a dash for my clothes, I discovered just how much my squirming and thrashing had tied me up in the ribbon. It would have taken me a couple of minutes to completely extract myself.

  I didn’t have a couple of minutes. Ethan was stalking towards me, so it was all I could do to pant in terror and try to cover myself up.

  It was one thing to pretend to be such a naughty girl, but a completely different kettle of fish to feel a man’s eyes on my naked body for the first time. And he was my stepfather.

  I wanted to run away and hide. I was sure that, even though I was in so much trouble that it was beyond comprehension, it was even worse that the one man I lusted after the most couldn’t possibly find me attractive.

  “I said, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Ethan asked.

  I could see he had the little whip in his hand. He must have come home early to see the package opened on the table then come here to find my mom, expecting that I had gone to meet my friends for lunch like I said I was going to.

  “I’m s-sorry, Da… Ethan.”

  I felt myself turn bright red as I half-called him “Daddy”. When I was little, I’d wanted to call him that, but I was too shy. Then I grew out of it, until I’d started needing these little “sessions.” I’d never called him that to his face.

  “P-please don’t t-”

  “Tell your mom? Oh, she’s gonna hear about this alright.”

  Ethan dropped the whip on the bed and grabbed a fistful of my hair at the back of my head, pulling me to a more upright sitting position. I gasped at the sudden pain and tried to reach for his wrist to push him away but, because of how tangled up in the ribbon I was, by the time I freed my arms enough, the pain had subsided.

  The replica of Ethan’s cock had fallen to the bed between my legs and with the movement I felt it brush against my pussy. I squealed in surprise and Ethan smiled as he glanced down and picked it up, the tip flicking against my clit as it went past.

  “So, for the record Taylor, you think you’re woman enough to take your clothes off and get in my bed. Is that right?”

  Holding me still with his grip on my hair, he rubbed the dildo across my cheek. My bottom lip was pushed down as he moved the sex toy across to the other side and I waited until it was past before I dared open my mouth.

  “No.”

  “No, what?”

  “No… uh… sir?”

  Ethan tut-tutted. “No. That’s not what you were calling me a few seconds ago. Say it again.”

  “No… Daddy?”

  My stepfather smiled. “That’s right, you’re just an eighteen year old little girl and that’s all you’ll ever be until I’m finished with you.”

  “W-what are you talking about?”

  Smack!

  Ethan slapped me in the face with the rubber cock, wet with my own pussy juices, and I gasped more in excitement than in pain. My stepfather was here, in his bedroom, with me, I was naked and he was totally in control. The way he was toying with me made me feel more like squirming in a good way.

  “I told your mother that if you gave me too many more of those “fuck me” eyes that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself much longer, the roleplay wouldn’t be enough. She knows that you’ve been walking a thin line between being my innocent daughter and my bareback fuck toy ever since you turned eighteen.”

  I would have rather heard what he just told me than that I had just won the lottery and I was the proud owner of a unicorn. A hot flush rose up from my chest and rekindled the blush that had just faded, as well as spreading out to the very tips of my fingers and toes. It was like an afterglow that was building back up to an orgasm, and nothing was even touching me between the legs.

  “There you are. That’s right. There’s my little slut waiting to happen. You’re just about cumming just thinking about how close my cock is, aren’t you?”

  I glanced down and my eyes widened at the obvious, and growing, bulge in his pants. My stepfather’s cock was getting hard for me.

  He dropped the dildo on the bed and used his now-free hand to unzip his pants. I was as still as a statue, transfixed by what he was doing, and my heart leapt when he reached in and pulled out his thick shaft.

  It twitched and grew with every beat of his heart, and I wanted it, I wanted it more than anything I’d ever seen before in my entire life. Every movement made me more excited, making my breaths come quick and shallow and my chest heave.

  “You like that, don’t you, Taylor?”

  I looked up at him and gulped my way past the embarrassment of the admission before nodding.

  “So beg for it? Beg your daddy to let you suck his cock.”

  “Please c-can I… do I really have to?” I said, barely above a whisper.

  Smack!

  Ethan taped my cheek lightly with the palm of his hand, not quite a slap. “You do if you want to feel this inside of you. Do it, you sexy little bitch, beg for what you’ve wanted all this time.”

  “P-please, Daddy… can I suck your… cock?” I said.

  “Make me believe it.”

  “Please, Daddy! I need to suck your cock!” I said with everything I could muster.

  “Good girl,” said Ethan, and led me to his cock via his grip on my hair.

  I tilted my head and pulled the tip of his cock into my mouth as I had done with the dildo, and writhed happily when I heard Ethan sigh in pleasure. My stepfather looked down at me with satisfaction evident on his face.

  “You were born to wrap your lips around a hard dick, Taylor,” he said.

  Before I could do anything else, he grasped his shaft and helped guide it in and out of my mouth as he began to thrust and it continued to harden. It wasn’t long before it was just as rigid as the dildo had been and I had to wriggle up to my knees to stay aligned with it.

  Ethan brought one of my hands, and then the other, to his hard rod, replacing his own grip as he began to undress himself, never letting go of my hair. First, his shirt was shrugged off his shoulders, only to remain stuck on the arm he was holding me with, then his pants and boxer briefs came down.

  I let my eyes roll up and take in his incredible physique. Under any other circumstances, I would have wanted to run my tongue over those abs, but I was busy with something even more important.

  Ethan’s thick cock pistonned in and out of my mouth, and I did my best to swirl my tongue around it every time, trying to explore the real version as thoroughly as I had the fake. For his part, Ethan was getting more and more carried away with himself, fucking my face harder and faster with every passing second until the tip hit the back of my throat.

  I coughed and gagged, pushing at his thighs, but Ethan didn’t relent even a little bit and I was surprised at how quickly I was able to compose myself and get used to the reality of having a huge cock knocking at the door to my throat. My eyes watered, but I smiled as best I could around his huge shaft when I heard him call me a good girl again.

  Ethan alternated between letting his free hand explore my body as far as he could reach, and holding my head still so he could fuck it with reckless, squelching, abandon. My whole world revolved around his cock, and my body responded with a reminder about how close I had been to orgasm before.

  My slippery nectar trickled freely down the inside of one thigh and I let go of his cock with one hand to answer the call. Almost instantly, Ethan pulled my head off his throbbing manhood and grabbed my wrist.

  “Oh no you don’t. The next time you cum, you’re gonna have my cock in you.”

  “But Eth… er… Daddy, it won’t fit. I tried.” I gestured towards the dildo, now obsolete.<
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  Ethan leaned close. “Well, I heard what you said, and I’m not gonna stop until I get my cock in your tight little pussy. I’m gonna push, hard, no matter how much it hurts, I’m gonna use you, and you’re gonna fucking love it.”

  “But… seriously…”

  “Shhhh.”

  Smack!

  Ethan slapped me harder than the last time and then shoved me back on the bed. Pleasure and pain bloomed on my cheek, and I squeezed my eyes shut with the sudden need to concentrate on holding my climax back. I didn’t want to disobey him.

  “You’re gonna be a good little girl and take Daddy’s cock all the way.”

  My stepfather’s shirt dropped off his arm before he climbed on to the bed and grabbed my ankles. With one fluid motion he pulled my legs down to either side of him, which scooted me across the bed until his erection towered over my pussy intimidatingly.

  I licked my lips nervously. This was it. I was all wrapped up in red ribbon like a present for Ethan, and he was finally between my legs about to give me what I’d pined after so much, whether I could handle it or not.

  “Do you have a condom?” I asked.

  “Not for you, my pristine little fucktoy. You’re getting the full experience, and I’m gonna feel you cum right on my cock, not on some piece of rubber.”

  “But… but, Daddy, I’m not on the pill.”

  Ethan smiled devilishly and traced his fingers around my belly. “That’s the risk you take when you get in my bed unprepared. If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop. You’ll never have to worry about being ready for my cock again. Ever. But I can feel your legs shaking, I can see how wet you are. You’re not gonna stop me.”

  With that, he lifted my quivering legs over his shoulders and then grabbed his cock to aim it at my pussy. I yelped when the tip touched my labia, worried that he was going to force it inside of me straight away, but he took his time to further slicken his hard dick with my pussy juices, despite already having a liberal coating of my saliva and his pre-cum.

  He rubbed his fat cock up and down like a paint brush until I was almost crazy with anticipation, wondering every time if this or that was the last second of my virginity. However, when he started pushing in earnest, there was no mistaking it.