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My toes curled and released uncontrollably while my mind screamed about the insanity of climaxing while bent over the knee of a man I’d never laid eyes on, who had spent the past several minutes spanking me like a bad little girl. Yet… that was most assuredly going to happen.
With every breath I exhaled, I made a louder and louder sound as if I was becoming more surprised with every passing second.
“Oh… Oh… Oh!”
Just when I thought I was going to explode, he pulled his finger away. I made an anguished sound with no hint of the English language to it.
He brought his finger to my mouth, cutting off my wordless protest, and pushed it between my lips until my own flavor was on my tongue.
“Taste that? That’s how much you want me. That’s how I know you’re my slut,” he whispered.
Why did he only whisper? How did he manage to put so much strength into his voice despite staying so quiet? How could a whisper be so commanding?
“Lick my finger clean and I’ll give you what you need.”
My clit was throbbing in desperation for release. My need to climax overwhelmed any apprehension I had about my own slippery juices, and I tentatively licked at his finger in my mouth, then sucked at it too.
By the time I was done, you could have eaten your dinner off his finger, I left no trace of my pussy juices at all. My nectar was sweet, and he was right, it was the physical manifestation of my arousal, of his power over me. It was an intoxicating mixture.
When I’d cleaned him to his satisfaction, he made good on his promise and brought his hand back to my eager pussy, quickly recoating his fingers in my ample juices and teasing me back to the brink. Once again, my toes started curling and releasing, and that ball of energy returned with a vengeance.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked.
“You! I belong to you, Master!” I panted, desperate to tell him whatever he wanted as long as he would just keep doing what he was doing. Regardless, in that moment, it was a long way from a lie.
It seemed that my answer pleased him enough to put me out of my misery. His finger was a blur of sensation against my clit for a moment, and that was enough to shift that ball of energy from my stomach to between my legs, and from there it exploded to fill me with an invisible light.
Without thinking about it, my left hand sought out the bulge at the front of his pants, as if it was the only thing strong enough to anchor me to this plane of existence while my orgasm threatened to blow me away. I found it at full mast inside his clothes now, and held on for dear life as best I could at this angle over his knee.
Every one of my muscles was fluttering, none more so than in my pussy as it squeezed and released on nothing, seeming to promise me how much better this would feel if I was full down there. Even so, it was the most intense orgasm of my life. I wasn’t sure I could have survived something more powerful.
Eventually, the wave of ecstasy subsided and I was left twitching and spasming at every slightest touch. Even a waft of air cooling on my sopping wet pussy when he moved his hand was a pleasurable experience.
Throughout the surge and ebb of my orgasm, I’d managed to keep a hold of his cock. He placed his hand over mine and gave it a squeeze so I gripped his huge manhood even tighter through his clothes.
“You found something you like, huh?” he asked.
I mumbled something unintelligible.
He started to stand up and I prayed I wouldn’t collapse in a heap on the ground due to my legs being made of jelly. Thankfully, he noticed my predicament and helped me to a sitting position on the bed.
The instant my ass touched the covers, the sting of his punishment made me suck air in between my teeth and I immediately tried to stand up. He put his hand on my shoulder and forced me down again, making me endure it.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
He didn’t let go until, with a wince, I stopped struggling. Right in front of my face, I heard the slow and deliberate sound of a zip being undone.
Something touched my cheek and there were no prizes for guessing what it was. Butterflies took flight in my stomach and I gasped shallowly.
His hands gathered my hair into a makeshift ponytail at the back of my head while his hot cock rubbed against the side of my face and I was too anxious to do anything. Wetness smeared on my cheek and his cock slid against my skin, so close to my lips. I never could have known, until now, that the first time a man was inside me, it would be in my mouth.
“Fucking worship that cock, Bree,”
I tentatively lifted my hands off the edge of the bed, but he gave me a little shake by the grip he had on my hair.
“Hands down.”
My hands shot back down as if I was under a spell. He tilted my head to the side a little and slapped his cock on my cheek, leaving even more little wet splatters that cooled in the air.
The weight of it was mesmerizing. He wasn’t hitting hard, but it still hit with more impact than I would have thought possible. When he stopped, he brought my head back until my nose was against the underside of his cock.
“Kiss it.”
With trembling lips, I lifted my chin and planted a little peck on his hard shaft, then again a little higher… and again. It took me several kisses before I reached the tip, enough to scare me even more about losing my virginity to it, but he was right about one thing. This was a cock that deserved to be worshipped.
I kissed the underside of the head, then circled my tongue around the tip, exploring him with my tongue as he had with his fingers. Sitting up as straight as I could with my hands braced on the edge of the bed, I managed to get my lips around the head and bring his cock back down with me as I returned to a more comfortable height.
“Mmmm… fuck yes…” he growled under his breath.
I swirled my tongue around his cock again, spreading the bead of slippery liquid from the tip all around the head. I sucked while I bobbed up and down, so the bumpy ridge slipped in and out of my mouth with a wet sound.
His hand gripped tighter and tighter on my hair, until my scalp stung almost as much as my ass. He began to thrust forward to meet my bobbing motion. Whether it was as involuntary as my gyrating hips had been, I couldn’t tell, but it wasn’t long before the inevitable happened and his cock hit the back of my throat.
Behind my blindfold, my eyes watered and my brow knitted together as I waged war with my gag reflex. The man who I knew only as “Mr. Smith” or “Master” had no sympathy for my plight, and every stroke of his cock seemed to be testing whether my throat was too tight to accommodate him.
Thankfully, the constant abuse seemed to dull the edge of my sensitivity and I soon relaxed again. When I did this, he curled his hand around the back of my neck and used both this and the grip on my hair to maintain a constant pressure on the entrance to my throat.
I choked around it, but he was relentless, and it seemed my hands were still obeying him rather than looking out for my own best interests. Harder and harder he pushed until I thought, surely, he must give up.
“Stick your tongue out,” he whispered.
Under the circumstances, it took me a few seconds to comprehend what he was talking about. Confused, I followed his instructions and snaked my tongue out along the underside of his cock.
The instant I did that, his hard length started sliding down my throat. He groaned in satisfaction, but I was obviously incapable of vocalizing my surprise. Inch after inch slid into my neck, then he pulled back a little before pressing forward with the rest of his length, until my nose was pressing against his shirt.
For an eternity he held me there, until I thought I might pass out. His cock was all I could think about, it filled my world as much as it filled my mouth.
Finally, he released me and all that hard length of man slid out of my throat. I wanted to collapse to get my breath back, but he kept me upright with his grip on my hair and as I panted I could feel the tip of his cock poised against my lips, ready to impale me again.
When my breathing slowed enough, his thickness pushed into my mouth again and he built up a steady rhythm. Occasionally sliding his full length into my throat, he fucked my face until rivulets of saliva were dribbling out around his manhood. They found their way to my breasts either by dripping off my chin or flowing down my neck. All roads led to a teen’s chest, apparently.
I could only imagine how much of a mess I looked when I detected a growing sense of urgency in his thrusting. Saliva and the natural lubricant leaking from his cock were hanging off my chin, swinging with his domination of my mouth and he was rock hard.
Suddenly, he groaned and held his cock against the back of my throat. He didn’t push it in, he held it right at the entrance. His rigid rod twitched and a load of semen shot straight down my neck. I could feel it warm and creamy in my stomach.
He pulled back a little and his hips jerked sporadically as jet after jet of cum filled my mouth, then overflowed and added its volume to the wetness that my face was already dealing with. As the creamy load fell on to the swells of my tits, he pulled out of my mouth completely.
I heard wet sounds right in front of my face, as several smaller spurts of cum splashed on my cheeks and nose. Once again, he twisted his hand in my hair to tilt my head and slapped my face with his massive cock, splashing in the mess he’d made.
“Fuck. You’re. Sexy.” He whispered harshly, dick-slapping me with every word.
My head was spinning, partly because of the physical exertion of accommodating such a huge cock in my mouth and throat, along with the restrictions on breathing that came with it. Most of it was just dealing with the idea that my entire universe had been revolving around a blur of pistonning cock for God only knew how long now… and now I was sitting on a bed with my panties around my ankles with what felt like the entire upper half of my body covered in the semen of a man I didn’t know.
And I was still shaky from my orgasm. Oh, and my ass still felt warm from the thrashing he’d given it.
When he let my hair go and whipped the blindfold off, I squinted against the sudden brightness. I’d pretty much forgotten that it was still daytime.
Blinking, I tried to take in my surroundings, to focus on who I was with. When I managed that, my heart felt like a locomotive that had run into the side of a mountain, screeching to an instant stop with tons of metal piled on top as the rest of the train derailed.
Chapter 6 Bree
“Daddy?”
I hadn’t called him that on a regular basis in over a decade, it was just a word that slipped out when he surprised me. If the removal of that blindfold didn’t qualify, then I didn’t know what would.
The taste of him was still on my tongue. I could still feel the warmth of what I swallowed in my stomach and the coolness of what was all over my face and dripping off my chin. Not to mention, my ass was still singing. Meanwhile, the one man I ever loved was standing over me with his huge cock still rock hard and glistening with what had just happened.
My heart was bunching up, getting ready to leap for joy at seeing Andrew again. No one ever hurt me when he was in my life. Andrew would have skinned Antonio alive if he saw Antonio punch me.
Before my heart could get airborne, though, another thought crossed my mind. All I’d heard for the past two years was how Andrew wanted us all dead. When Andrew Everett wanted you dead, you might as well say your goodbyes and get your affairs in order. It was only a matter of time, and now it looked like my time was up.
“Please don’t kill me,” I squeaked. A drip of semen came off my chin and landed on my breast.
Andrew raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything.
“I never ratted you out! I didn’t! They wanted me to testify but I said I’d say they were all lying, so they never put me up there! I never told anybody anything! Please!”
“I’m not going to kill you.” He sounded slightly incredulous.
“You’re… not?”
“Of course not. If you provided any evidence or statements against me, my lawyers would have been given it to review, they would have told me. I was in the fuckin’ courtroom, I know you weren’t there.”
My heart, denied its leap of joy, felt like it was now daring to look around as it stood on thin ice. What on Earth was going on here? The man who raised me, my mother’s ex-husband, had just deepthroat face-fucked me. He had used me for his pleasure, as well as giving me no small measure of my own.
He was the stuff of fantasies. Tall, dark and handsome with a physique that had stopped most people from crossing him since long before he became the head of his own criminal organization.
I’d idolized him, secretly seethed with jealousy that my mom got all his attention, but I never would have betrayed their marriage no matter how much I wanted him. That wasn’t an issue now. He clearly had some physical attraction to me too. Yet, it was hard to instantly let go of the idea that had been drilled into my head for so long now. He wasn’t going to kill me? Was it a trick?
“So… what now?” I asked.
That brought a devious smile to his face. “Well, Bree, I’m glad you asked. This is going to be an interesting week. I’m gonna leave it up to you as to whether or not you hold up your end of the bargain with the IFS arrangement. If you want that money, I’ll happily make you do the work for it, otherwise you’ll have to start again with another auction and some other bidder if you want to get paid.”
My mouth hung open a little bit. He’d always treated me as if I was sexually invisible before, while torturing me with his perfection and the inhuman sounds of pleasure he forced out of my mother, which then carried to every corner of the house no matter where I went to escape it. And now… he’d be “happy” to… make me a woman?
“One thing I do know, though,” he continued, “is that you are going to tell me where your mother and that motherfucker Antonio are hiding out with my money.”
“Of course! They’re in Oklahoma! I can take you there!”
Andrew looked like somebody cut off one minute into a fifteen-minute-speech. “That was… easy.”
I reached out and gripped his pants legs, ignoring the way his cock was still towering over me, the absurdity of this situation. “I swear I never knew anything about the investigation or that my mom was cheating. I never wanted to leave. The day they dragged me away was the day I found out. You always taught me that loyalty was everything. You weren’t disloyal. I never would have been.”
“You know it’s not going to be pretty when I find them,” he said.
“Could you… let my mom go?” I asked quietly. “Do what you want with Antonio, he’s the one that poisoned my mom’s mind. I know she went along with it, I know she betrayed you. She betrayed me too, but…”
“But what?”
“She’s still my mom. Take the money back, take out Antonio, that’ll be the worst you could do to her. Make her start from nothing again.”
“That’s not the worst I could do to her,” he said.
“Please? I’ll take you right to them. I’m begging you.” I gripped his pants legs tighter.
Andrew took a deep, contemplative, breath. “Alright. Where are they?”
“I never lied to you, Andrew. You’re telling me the truth, right?”
“I never lied to you either, Bree. I don’t need to trick you into telling me what I need to know. You have my word, and you know it’s good.”
“OK. They’re at 1765 Frosty Lane, in Hampton.”
Andrew put his hands on his hips and his eyes roamed the ceiling for a few seconds. “Hampton. Oklahoma, hmm?”
I nodded, but he wasn’t really looking in my direction.
“That’s perfect. You got something more comfortable to travel in? We’ve got a plane to catch.”
“Yeah. Now?”
“Right now. Clean yourself up in the bathroom over there and I’ll get some clothes out of your suitcase for you to change into when you’re done.”
Andrew stepped away and my hands fell to my thighs. I licked my lips nervously and got a fresh taste of the forbidden act we’d just done, my heart fluttered with excitement, and just a dash of hope.
Chapter 7 Andrew
Hampton, Oklahoma. That was just perfect.
We took a plane from Hapford City back to my base of operations in Pulbridge. I wasn’t going to fly all the way and show up in some random car, or a rental. Not for this.
I sure as fuck wasn’t going to send anybody else to do this job. This was far too personal. There was only one way this was going to happen and fortunately for me, Pulbridge was right on the line from Hapford to Hampton, and there were a few things I needed to pick up from home.
Bree had given them up quicker than I could have dared hope for. That saved me a lot of time and a painful choice. I’d been counting on my reputation to scare her into telling me what I needed to know, but what would I have done if she hadn’t wanted to talk?
Could I have brought myself to hurt her? I didn’t think I could have. I raised her. She was too sweet, too perfect. To hurt that would be an offence against the universe, one that couldn’t go unpunished.
Thankfully, Bree needed no persuading. For the first time, it made me stop and wonder why she was selling her virginity when her mother had access to the fifty million dollars she and Antonio stole from me.
Blindfolding Bree and fucking her face as hard as I’d ever fucked any face was part of my payback to Julia, but I’d decided that taking her virginity was something Bree was going to have to choose for herself. I’d thought she’d be torn between the money and the knowledge of who had bought her, but the flash of joy in her eyes told me something different.
It was pure love. It wasn’t misplaced hero-worship or fuckin’ gold-digging from the women that hung around the fringe of my organization. It was the kind of look you could spend your whole life searching for.
Then that flash of heaven had clouded over with fear, almost quick enough to make your heart break. I needed the information from her, but I knew then the limits to how far I’d go were not as extensive as even I’d thought before she arrived.
