Everything Can Be Bought 1: Indecent (2 page)

With one finger he tilted my chin upwards until I had to look at him, to face those eyes and the unbendable will they hinted at.  I gulped.

“Besides, you can’t keep up this charade for too long.  I was there, Olivia, I know how hard you came, how much you loved getting fucked, having all that attention for the first time.  Even right now, all angry and self-righteous, you can’t help but think of what it felt like to have a big cock inside you.”

I tried to turn my head away as the shameful truth was vocalised, but he held my chin firmly, pressing me against the door frame and keeping me in place.  He forced his knee between my legs and my short skirt rode up, pushed by his thigh.

Our eyes were still locked like he was looking into my soul.  I was painfully aware of how close his upper leg was to my pussy, I could bend my knees slightly and rub against him… but no!  I couldn’t let myself be taken again, could I?  Would my body let me have that choice?

His scent was subtle yet somehow overpowering, like some kind of truth serum in a gaseous state and my rational thoughts were being driven further and further into the backburners of my mind.  To make matters even more difficult, I felt that wonderful bulge in his pants pressing against my navel through the white button-up top of my school uniform and despite everything he was right.  I wanted it all for myself… at least one more time before I talked with my mom.

“You sexy little bitch,” he whispered, “get on your fucking knees, we’re going to break this uniform in the right way.”

As if my legs belonged to him rather than me, I bent my knees and felt my pussy make contact with his thigh through my pure-white panties.  I slowly slid for a few inches down his leg and whimpered quietly as I felt a tiny jolt of pleasure shoot into my body, then I was clear and I lowered myself to the ground in front of him.

From somewhere in some cage of the mind, I heard a voice yelling at me about how crazy this was, but it was drowned out by the sound of Eric’s zip.  I knew what he wanted, but I’d never given a blowjob before and so I hesitated for a moment, until he grabbed a fistful of my hair at the back of my head.

“Take that cock out and suck it,” he commanded.

I reached inside the open zip and for only the second time in my life felt the shaft of a semi-hard dick when my fingertips brushed against it through the gap in the front of his boxers.  With my heart beating so hard I thought he must surely be able to hear it, I tugged it out and whimpered again. 

The size of it, the shape of it, spoke directly to some primitive part of my brain, sending hormones throughout my body that screamed ‘
WANT!
’ at the top of their metaphorical lungs.  My jaw dropped and I licked my lips without even thinking about it.

“Look at me when you put it in.  Remember it’s
my
cock you’re sucking, you are
my
little slut,” Eric said.

With Eric’s hand guiding me, I brought my mouth to the tip of his cock, keeping my eyes locked with his.  As soon as I closed my lips around it I felt it hardening against my tongue, making my mouth slowly open wider as it increased in thickness.

Eric grasped the shaft with one hand and began forcing my head back and forth with the other, sliding his manhood in and out of my mouth.  He was gripping so hard that it hurt a little and, combined with the hard dick in my mouth, my eyes began to water slightly.

Although it didn’t feel like such a struggle to physically accommodate him as it had been when he took my virginity, it was somehow more difficult on the mental side of things.  Getting fucked was like letting nature take its course, millions of generations of successful breeders made the urges natural, but this was letting him use me purely for his own pleasure.

The degradation I felt, the humiliation, was only outshone by the shameful thrill of seeing that ecstasy etched on his handsome features, the knowledge that I could do that to so powerful a man.  Rivulets of saliva and pre-cum began dribbling down my chin, some dripping on to my shirt and some flowing down my neck and over the curves of my breasts, as he continued to fuck my face, slowly gaining speed.

When I felt the head of his cock impact on the back of my throat, I pushed against his thighs as I gagged, trying to give myself some breathing room, but Eric had seemingly no concern for my comfort, continuing his thrusts past my lips as I struggled for air.

With a Herculean effort I managed to get his cock out of my mouth and half-collapsed as he held me up by the hair, gasping for oxygen and dribbling on the ground near his shoes.  After not quite enough time for me to catch my breath, he pulled my head up so I was facing him again.

“Say ‘fuck my face, daddy’.”

“F-fu...”

“Say it!”

“Fuck my face, daddy,” I managed to gasp out.

Smack!

A small bloom of fire erupted on my cheek where he slapped me, only serving to bring more tears to my eyes.  I blushed with shame when I realised once more that it wasn’t because of his seemingly cruel treatment that I was feeling this way, it was because I had displeased him.  I looked up at him, confused and hurt, and in that moment I wanted only his instructions for how I could make things right.

“Beg for it, Olivia.  Make me believe it, because I can call this whole arrangement off as quickly as I decided to start it.”

“Please,
please
, fuck my face, daddy!” I pleaded with every fibre of my being.

“Good girl.”

The joy I felt at his words gave me renewed energy and I began bobbing up and down on his cock of my own accord, bringing forth a groan of pleasure from the well-endowed billionaire.  When the tip hit my throat again, I went red with the strain of effort, but held firm as he thrust as deep and hard as he could.

I felt a tingling sensation between my legs as if my pussy was jealous of what my mouth was taking, and I pulled my panties aside with one hand, gently stroking my clit to the best of my ability while dealing with the huge cock in my mouth.   I would have sighed if I could, it felt so good to be stroking my clit, flicking my finger across that little go-button until my juices were
really
flowing.

After a few minutes of being roughly face-fucked like this he placed his hand on the back of my neck just below where his other hand gripped my hair and pushed his rigid length forward with steady pressure against my throat until I thought I might pass out with the effort.  When my instinctive resistances wore down, I had to relax and when I did I felt the fat head of his cock start to slip down inch by inch.

With his two-handed grip he firmly shoved his full length inside me until I felt his balls come to rest on my chin, and still he pushed.  My mouth was wide open with the continued pressure, as if he never wanted his forward momentum to stop and it took all my willpower to stay still for him, to let him take whatever he wanted from me.

Shortly before I thought I would pass out, his length slid out and I knelt there gasping in its general direction for a few seconds as it glistened in the afternoon light of my bedroom.  I couldn’t believe I’d taken it balls-deep at both ends, it was a fucking majestic cock.

Eric tugged me to my feet by my hair and led me over to my desk, kicking the chair out of the way when he got close enough.  With a relatively gentle shove, he pushed me forwards until I was leaning over the desk.  The desk wasn’t particularly deep so my face ended up near the wall where a picture of Deanna Royce, the worst of my high school tormentors, featured with a pair of devil’s horns and goatee drawn on.

I stared into her photograph with a certain smug satisfaction as Eric flicked up my skirt and pulled my panties down until they settled around my ankles.  Deanna was so proud of her quarterback-and-class-president boyfriend, but when compared with Eric, I bet he fucked like, well, a schoolboy.

I bet little Princess Royce would have cried and run for the hills before being able to deepthroat a huge cock like the one unsheathed behind me at that very moment.  A smile touched upon my lips and I closed my eyes as Eric stroked a single finger around my pussy, teasing me with the sudden gentleness just when I was feeling desperate to get him inside me again.

My tight little slit was still tender from having been roughly broken in for the first time the previous afternoon, but the way Eric spread my slippery nectar all over made me ache for more punishment and I pushed myself backwards against his explorations.  Once my labia and his finger were well covered, I felt him pushing it against my entrance and I was quietly proud of how hard he had to push despite how wet I was.

Tight or not, there was no stopping the advance of his digit and I gasped some air in quietly when I felt it slip inside me.  Excruciatingly slowly, as if enjoying the show, the billionaire who made me call him daddy pushed his finger in and out, twisting every now and then to rub his thumb on my clit.

Despite the tenderness, my pussy muscles squeezed at his finger, increasing the friction and starting a wonderful little fire between my legs, a fire that had gasoline poured on it every time he stroked my clit.  In a matter of minutes, I was moaning like a whore right at the picture of Deanna.

“God
damn
, your pussy is fucking perfect,” said Eric in hushed tones behind me.

“Fuck me, daddy, I’m yours…
please
,” I said.

I surprised even myself with my eagerness to get fucked bareback.  Somewhere in my mind, rational thought was still rattling the cage, but all I could think of at that moment was how good all that hot cum would feel inside me, how special it would make me to receive his seed.

Smack!

Eric’s open palm came down on my bare ass, making me yelp in surprise and then push back at him.

“Again!”

Smack!

I was sure two perfectly-formed and red handprints were showing up on my ass cheeks, like a mark of Eric’s territory, and the thought of what was about to happen almost made me weak at the knees.  Looking over my shoulder, I saw him undoing the button of his pants before disentangling his cock from the gap in the front of his boxers and pushing both garments down his legs.

His cock stood up huge, hard, and straight, and I almost picked up my wooden ruler off the desk to put between my teeth in preparation.  With one hand on my lower back, pushing and bending me over as far as the desk and wall would allow, I felt his bare thighs against the back of mine for a moment, his balls resting on the crack of my ass for a moment as he just leaned against me.

The edge of the desk pressed against the front of my thighs until he pulled back and paused as I bit my bottom lip in anticipation.  Just like the day before, I was struck with the sudden thought that I had bitten off more than I could chew when I felt that thick manhood pushing my labia apart.

I tried to shift forward but, as I was already right against the desk, there was nowhere to go and there was no reprieve for my pussy.  Further and further apart his fat cock stretched me until I cried out in breathless relief when I felt that bumpy ridge slide inside.

It seemed that my tight teen tunnel was just as sensitive as my poor pussy lips when that huge masculine presence invaded my depths again.  In my semi-bent-over position, Eric’s hard shaft seemed to penetrate even deeper than he had been able to in the back seat of his car, and at the same moment I felt his thighs against mine once more I felt the tip of his cock just
barely
brush against my cervix.

“Fuck yeah,” breathed Eric, pushing down with his hand on my lower back again to keep me in place.

Reaching up to grip my hair with his other hand like a set of reins, he firmly tugged my head backwards until I was looking at the ceiling and then he began fucking me so hard that the desk banged against the wall over and over again and my cup of pens and pencils tipped over, scattering it’s contents all over the flat surface.

With each thrust into my fertile depths my thighs hit the desk and the desk hit the wall until it sounded like Eric was playing a frantic beat on a single drum.  The pens and pencils rattled and rolled around until they fell of one edge or another, as did my little stuffed elephant toy, and my tits bounced with the force of his pounding despite the best efforts of my bra.

Smack!

Another spank rang out, adding another beat to the steady rhythm of the desk against the wall.  I squealed when the sting of his strike registered in my brain and pushed back against him, almost daring him to fuck me harder, use me more.

Eric Lockwood was not the kind of man to back down from a challenge and while he never let go of my hair and the control it offered, his other hand roamed from my lower back, around to squeeze my tits
hard
and unleash resounding spanks on each of my ass cheeks while his fat cock stoked that fire he had lit between my legs until I couldn’t bear it anymore, the pleasure was too intense.

With one last glance down towards the vandalised picture of Deanna Royce, I held my breath, squeezed my pussy muscles and closed my eyes, feeling the pleasure of my climax rise up from my clit and lift me up as if it was wind and I had the right kind of wings to fly on it.  From somewhere near the edge of Earth’s atmosphere I heard Eric grunt in pleasure back in my bedroom an instant before his hot cum blasted my well-fucked pussy for the second time in two days.