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  “Ah, Nova, glad you decided to come. I think you’ve made the right choice,” Cal said as yet another door clicked shut behind me.

  “Um… Hi,” I blushed and had a second, much bigger, sip of my wine.

  “Come stand here,” he said and I felt my feet moving almost before he’d finished, bringing me in front of his desk, while he looked me up and down. “I hear you’re a virgin, is that right?”

  I looked down at my feet and blushed even harder, “You can’t ask me that,” I said.

  Cal stubbed his cigar out in an ash tray, set his tablet PC down and got to his feet, slowly circling his desk like a predatory animal that has found some defenceless prey stranded too far from its mother. He stood close, towering over me like a giant, and raised my chin until I was looking into his eyes. I felt my heart thumping in a panic, had I just displeased him and ruined everything?

  “Can’t I?” He asked.

  “Y-yes you can. I am,” I squeaked.

  “That’s better. Not a very good start, Nova. You need to consider this a trial run, if you fuck it up then I’m not marrying your mother, lovely though she is. You’re lucky you’re so damn sexy or I’d drag you out the door by your pigtails. You’re going to need to put everything into this little performance, make me believe it. Hell, I think you’re going to be begging for more by the time I’m done with you. I saw all those little looks you’ve been giving me. Under that pretty virgin exterior, there’s a little slut waiting to get out, isn’t there?”

  “I… don’t know,” I said.

  Cal still had my chin between his finger and thumb, making me maintain eye contact as he told me things about myself that even I wasn’t sure of. Coming from his mouth, it felt like the certain truth and I felt a little flutter in my stomach that sparked a tingle between my legs like I’d never felt before.

  I’d been in Cal’s presence previously, of course, but I’d never been the sole focus of his attention, never felt the full brunt of his incredible willpower. He was a man who could make or break entire towns, the sheer confidence he had was downright sexy.

  With his other hand he grabbed my wrist and brought it between his legs and I gasped when I clearly felt his heavy balls through his pants, I could feel his heat through the material.

  “I’ve been saving a big load for your little pussy, Nova, I’m going to fill your womb with everything I’ve got, you fertile little bitch.”

  He pulled my hand upwards and my shock was not appeased in the slightest when I felt the shaft of an impossibly hard and thick penis under my fingertips. I couldn’t help myself but try to grasp it, to feel how big it was. Cal nodded in approval and the faintest hint of a smile touched his lips.

  “There’s the slut. Didn’t take much to have you make an appearance. Say ‘fuck me hard, Daddy’, Nova. “

  “I… d-don’t say bad words.”

  Cal had hit me with a double-whammy there, I never swore and did he really want me to call him ‘Daddy’? I’d never called anybody that… it felt so forbidden to be use that title in this situation.

  “You say bad words now, Nova. Say it, make me believe it.”

  “Fuck me hard… D-d”, I whispered almost below the limits of human hearing.

  “Say it, you dirty little girl.”

  “Fuck me hard, Da…”

  “Do it, Nova, tell me what you want.”

  “Fuck me hard, Daddy.”

  “Louder.”

  “Fuck me hard, Daddy.” I said.

  “Louder.”

  “Fuck me hard, Daddy!” I yelled.

  “You got it,” Cal snarled, grabbing my pigtails as close to my head as he could and pushing me back towards the door, making me slop small splashes of wine on the ground as I stumbled along with his strong grip. Back through the door we went, down the hallway past another two doors and then into the third, which turned out to be a bedroom with a huge four-poster bed set against one wall, satiny red curtains bunched up on three sides.

  Cal tugged my pigtails back firmly, making my face rise up to look at him over my shoulder as he descended on my neck, his rough stubble framing every kiss he planted. Although I was a virgin I was not a complete stranger to kissing, but I had always made my boyfriends be careful about not leaving love bites. Who wants to go to school covered in the evidence of your private encounters? Cal had no such concerns, and I didn’t dare tell him no, as he sucked hard at my neck.

  I felt the bulge of his cock pressing into my back and couldn’t help but push against it as if it was a magnet pulling me closer. Cal released my pigtails and his hands ran down the sides of my body to my hips, drawing me against him even harder before whispering in my ear.

  “Do you think I’m going to hold back because you’re a virgin?” he asked, suddenly bringing his hands up and ripping the shirt of my school uniform open, sending buttons flying. “I’m not. You’re going to have to take it like a seasoned pro and love every fucking inch.”

  “Please…”

  “Shhhh.”

  Cal’s hands roamed under the loose flaps of my shirt, across the lacy nightie I was wearing underneath. His large hands pretty much completely covered my taut belly, as if he could already feel his child growing in there, before moving upwards to cup my small breasts. As I had been told not to wear a bra, the lacy material rubbed directly on my nipples, the heat of Cal’s hands almost directly on my bare flesh.

  I moaned happily and almost clapped a hand to my mouth. I couldn’t believe the changes I was feeling inside myself, I’d always liked boys but even in the heaviest of petting sessions I’d stayed in control of my raging hormones, protected my most precious treasure. Now though, Cal had me almost desperate to give it away, his strong body, his stronger personality and his massive cock were driving all rational thought out of my mind.

  The billionaire slowly knelt down until his hands were running up the inside of my legs, over my knee socks and on to the bare flesh of my inner thighs, similar to the security guard at the airport, but much more self-assured, and going even further. When I felt the tips of his fingers on my sex through the thin barrier of my panties, I clamped my legs shut on instinct, trapping his hand.

  “Legs open,” he commanded, and I slowly complied.

  He rubbed my panties against my slit gently, and I was surprised at how slick they were. Never in all my years of secretly fantasising about the hottest guy in class or, once, one of my teachers had I ever been this wet before I’d even been touched between my legs. Cal left me in no doubt as to whether he had noticed too when I heard him suck air in between his teeth in appreciation.

  “Fuck you’re wet, Nova, you must want this bad.”

  My mind still held some reservations, but my body was taking over completely, preparing my virgin depths for accepting my first cock, making me want to grind against him and take as much pleasure as I could.

  Cal hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down my legs until they were in a heap around my ankles. I stepped out of them as Cal stood again and wrapped his arm around my midriff from behind, holding me against him as his hand reached under my skirt and for the first time in my life, a man caressed my pussy.

  I closed my eyes, wanting to feel repulsed, but instead it only served to make my senses concentrate harder on every stroke and probe of his fingers, as if he was memorising my every curve and fold by touch. My slick juices were soon smeared all over my labia and Cal gently rubbed one moist finger over my clit.

  I gasped in surprise at the intense shock of pleasure his simple movement was forcing into my body, he had me on the verge of orgasm already and I found myself letting out little squeaks of bliss with every breath. With the tip of one finger barely penetrating my virgin pussy and another skilfully rubbing my clit, I felt my climax just tipping over some internal cliff when he pulled his hand away.

  “Not yet, Nova, only when I say.”

  I wanted to scream in frustration but the only sound that came out was a small str
angled growl. How could he be so cruel as to get me that close and then not give me what I needed? I spun on him with a look that I think would have wilted a lesser man, but he returned my glare with that unshakable confidence and I felt myself outmatched.

  “I need more,” I whispered.

  “What do you call me?”

  “I need more, Daddy, please!”

  “Soon enough. First, get on your knees.”

  I did as I was told, getting a clear view for the first time of the huge bulge at the front of his pants, it was positively intimidating.

  “Take my cock out and worship it like I know you want to,” he said.

  I looked up into his unrelenting eyes before focusing my attention back to his crotch and working at his belt. With that undone, I unbuttoned his pants and slowly pulled them down his legs, seeing with even clearer definition the massive shaft straining at his boxers. Cal’s pants bunched up at his ankles in much the same way my own panties had and he stepped out of them as I reached up again.

  Cal’s boxers had a gap at the front held closed by a button, which I tentatively undid and then looked up at him again for reassurance.

  “Take it out, Nova.”

  My small hand slowly slipped into the warmth of his boxers and I felt the flesh of a cock in my bare grasp for the first time. I swore I could feel his slow, calm, pulse through his cock, in stark contrast to my own frantic heartbeat, it was like a war-drum beating out a slow march somewhere in the distance.

  I tugged at the boxers with my other hand, pulling the gap up so the tip of his cock could fit through and then freed it completely and stared at it in wonder. I’d never seen one in real life before, but I was enthralled. If all cocks were like this, I’d really been missing out, it was majestic, there was no other word to describe it. Straight, thick and hard, it towered over me like some kind of primitive God. I thought that if the Hebrews had made a golden Cal’s-cock instead of a golden calf, then maybe the history of world religion would have panned out somewhat differently and I knew what he had meant when he said I should worship it.

  “Open wide,” he said.

  Cal gripped his shaft halfway down with one hand and guided it towards my waiting mouth. I’d never given a blowjob before and had no idea what to do. The man who would potentially become my Step-Father didn’t seem to mind, muttering mixtures of expletives and affirmatives under his breath as the fat head of his cock slid over my lips and into my mouth.

  One thing I knew most guys hated was the feeling of teeth on their dicks, but Cal’s cock was so big it was a major strain to open my mouth wide enough. His huge masculine presence completely filled me, I could barely move my tongue, and he kept on pushing until the tip hit the back of my throat and I pulled off, coughing and spluttering, my gag reflex well and truly triggered.

  “Jesus Christ, if you’ve kept your virginity this long I expected you to be an expert little cock sucker, Nova. Let’s try that again, and don’t you dare pull off.”

  Cal raised my head back into position by one pigtail and forced his dick past my lips again, going much faster this time. The tip hit the back of my throat with a squelch and my face went bright red with the effort of fighting my natural reflexes. The domineering billionaire held it there as he looked down upon my struggles for what seemed like an eternity until, with indescribable relief, I gradually brought myself under control and looked up at him defiantly, despite the watering eyes.

  “You learn fast, Nova, that’s good.”

  I almost hated the surge of pride I felt at his praise. I should have despised him for treating me like a piece of property, but all I wanted to do was please him. He pulled his cock out of my mouth with a slurping sound as suction was broken, and then I licked my lips and opened for more. Cal didn’t give it to me right away though, he slapped his hard dick on my face, wet with my own saliva and no small quantity of his pre-cum until I was sure I was a mess.

  Apparently satisfied with my compliance, he guided his cock back into my open mouth, but when it was firmly embedded he brought his guiding hand to my other pigtail and controlled my head like he was riding a bike, pulling me inexorably towards the base of his hard dick. The tip hit my throat again and I once more found myself fighting against my instincts, going red in the face as Cal continued applying more and more pressure.

  With a popping sensation that startled me I felt the shaft of his cock resume its advance and it took me a moment of confusion, wondering what could possibly be happening, before I realised that he had managed to actually shove his cock into my throat. I had heard of this before, but thought it was an urban legend or something.

  My eyes watered anew and I turned them up to him trying to convey my shock without disobeying him and pulling off. If he noticed, he didn’t care, watching with unveiled lust in his eyes as my lips and nose disappeared through the gap in his boxers. I was amazed at how the discomfort almost disappeared once the major hurdle of his cock head was passed. I’d never even dreamed that I would deep throat, but there I was on my knees in front of one of the richest men on the planet, taking a shaft that any porn star would have been proud of.

  Cal pulled back and let me breathe before plunging deep again, getting into a steady rhythm of fucking my face and pausing for air, telling me how great I was doing the whole time. Idle hands are the devil’s playground, as the old saying goes, and I couldn’t resist reaching up under my skirt and trying to finish what Cal had started.

  My pussy was still as wet as ever, I felt tiny rivulets of my slick nectar running down my legs as I began furiously flicking my fingers across my clit, quickly bringing myself right back to the brink of mind-blowing ecstasy. Whenever Cal let me breathe I moaned like the little slut he was turning me into and craved the feeling of his cock deep inside me again. I was about to cum right there on my knees when Cal pulled out and grabbed my arms, raising me to my feet.

  “Only when I say,” he repeated and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor.

  I stood in front of him, his magnificent glistening cock standing up straight and proud between us, and shrugged off my now-buttonless school shirt, leaving myself wearing only the lacy nightie. At some point the hair ties that held my pigtails in place had come out and my hair brushed my bare shoulders. I looked at him, anticipating his command, and I didn’t have long to wait.

  “Get on the bed,” he said.

  I walked over with one lingering glance over my shoulder at his hard dick and climbed up, watching him on my knees rather than lying down. Cal began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the tanned and muscled body of an athlete rather than an accomplished businessman in his forties, and shrugged it off, leaving it in a crumpled heap next to his pants.

  Standing on first one foot and then the other, his socks were soon discarded too and the most dominant man I’d ever seen advanced upon me with his rigid cock still sticking out of his boxers. Cal climbed on to the bed behind me and slid his hands from my hips inwards, delving between my legs. I raised my arms and placed my hands on the back of his head, pulling him closer as he once more began kissing my neck.

  Cal’s cock slipped under the hem of my nightie and nestled between the cheeks of my ass, I could feel its heat and exactly how wet being in my throat for the past several minutes had made it. Almost without thinking, I repeated the words Cal had needed to force me to say earlier.

  “Fuck me hard, Daddy.”

  “Face down and ass up, Nova. Present that pussy to me,” he said.

  I leaned forward, my head resting on the pristine sheets, and felt the hem of my nightie rising until my bare slit was laid defenceless before him. The mattress moved under me a little bit as Cal did something and then I felt the tip of his cock, now covered in some slippery and cold but quickly warming jelly, pressed against my sex.

  I remembered how wide I’d had to open my mouth to take him in and gripped the sheets with a mixture of terror and desperate need. My orgasm was still lurking behind the scenes, somewhere close, I cou
ld sense it. I needed it, and Cal wasn’t letting me seek it out myself, he was going to give it to me on his own terms or not at all.

  Cal pushed forward and I grunted in pain, feeling like his cock must have doubled in size since I last saw it a few minutes previous. Cal forged ahead with complete disregard for my struggles, until the lips of my pussy slid over the bumpy ridge of his cock head and hugged the shaft, the very tip just brushing against the evidence of my virginity.

  “Holy fuck that is a nice pussy, I should buy a teenage virgin every God damned week. Hold on tight, Nova.”

  Cal drove his length through my hymen like it was a piece of wet rice-paper and forced himself into me all the way to the hilt. Through my daze of pain I was able to offer up a prayer of thanks to any God that might be listening that he had used lubricant. I had the twin sensations of being split in half and being on fire between my legs and I whimpered with the intensity of it.

  He took a few moments, presumably to savour the treasure he had just taken from me, before pulling back, fanning the flames that were already out of control. I whimpered again, a sound that was cut off by Cal’s second thrust into my body, which was punctuated by our bodies clapping together.

  From there, the enigmatic billionaire quickly ramped up to a furious pace, shaking my entire body and roughly fucking me until my virginity was a distant memory. At some point I realised my whimpers of pain had reverted back to moans of pleasure and it was with no small sense of relief that I felt my climax building up again, having been driven into hiding temporarily by the strain of taking a massive cock for the first time.

  Smack!

  My head shot up off the sheets in response to the spanking Cal had just given me, but he pushed it back down again.

  Smack!

  My ass stung on both cheeks as Cal resumed his furious pace, jack-hammering into my body with what felt like enough power to shatter concrete. The flames of pain had now turned into a fire of pure pleasure and I felt my orgasm about to explode when he pulled out once more. I felt like I was going to cry and flipped myself over, spreading my legs for him.