Anything for the Man of the House: Ten Brats who Learn how to Behave

by Scarlett Skyes

  I couldn’t take my eyes off his chest. His muscles had muscles; I had to swallow the saliva filling my mouth. He was by far the fittest forty-three-year-old, I had ever seen.

  “Do you know what I am going to do to you, Myka?”

  Forcing my eyes from his lickable chest I looked up into his chiseled face and nodded my head. "Make love to me."

  “No.” His voice was rough, and face held the same expression it did when he was commanding his squad. “I am going to fuck you hard and fast.”

  A fissure of fear raced through me. Didn’t he know that I was a virgin? That no man, or boy, had ever touched me? That the kiss he had just gifted me was the first I had ever had? And although I didn't want him to stop I needed him to be gentle with me? My inner cheerleader had even stopped her high kicks and thought; doesn’t he have to prepare us? I was in total agreement with her. I knew from simply feeling him pressed against me that he wasn’t a small man, in any way.

  “Umm Daddy...I...I—”

  “You’ve never been with a man before. This sweet little pussy has never had anything but your own fingers to pet and play with it.” Again I nodded at him. The way he was speaking was like nothing I could have imagined. The combination of his dirty words and gravel voice had a fresh gush of cream coating my panties, my own feminine fragrance drifting to my nose. “Little girl, the walls in our base house were not thick enough to drown out your midnight moans.”

  Mortification filled me, as I tried to recall how often I would masturbate to thoughts of my daddy when he should have been sleeping. At a time of night I believed my moans wouldn't be heard.

  “Do you know how hard it has been for me? How difficult it was to not come into your room and put you over my knee for teasing me with something I couldn't have? With something I shouldn't want?”

  “Sorry.” It was all I could think to say. I hadn't intentionally done any of those things.

  “Oh, you will be. Your little cunt is going to know exactly how hard it has made me.”

  While he had been speaking he’d continued disrobing, his boots, socks and belt now sitting beside the coffee table. The only thing he still wore was the thick camouflage pants. As I watched his hands move he popped the buttons and slid the zip down. I swear I heard the sound of each tooth as it separated. The loosened material slipped from his hips with ease to reveal that he wore nothing beneath. Of their own accord my knees clamped together, and panic filled me at seeing his full size. There was no way that could fit inside of me. The purple tip tapped against his stomach leaving a wet trail above his belly button. I looked down at my own arm and judged the length from my wrist to elbow.

  I hadn’t known I’d started shaking my head in denial, until he spoke.

  “Yes Myka, you will take it all.”

  “I don't think I can. I don't think anyone can!” I could hear the fear in my voice.

  His laugh boomed through the room. “Yes they have little girl. And so will you.” With that he dropped to his knees.

  I still wore my panties and bra. But in a move only a Navy Seal had the ability to pull off, he retrieved a knife from his pile of clothing, and in two lightning fast movements cut away both sides of my panties. The scrap of cotton was pulled from underneath me, his hands running from my hip to my ankles, he pulled my legs apart, spreading my knees wide to rest on either side of his trunk like thighs.

  My whole body stiffened waiting for him to do as he threatened. For him to slam straight into me, and for the pain that would surely result. Instead the hand still gripping the knife made the same lightning movements and my bra was dust.

  “Beautiful.” The word was just a hot whispered against my breast as his mouth engulfed my nipple in his mouth. Pure white bliss filled me as he suckled at that firm, sensitive tip. The sensation he awoke made me curl my toes, and drained all control from my body. I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling back in my head.

  I had never played with my own breast so I had no idea that I could obtain pleasure from having them sucked. And Christ was it pleasurable. Cream flowed from my cunt in a steady stream to drip onto the rug below.

  His hands ran the length of my body, his rough fingers finding my core. Coating them in my juices he move them higher to tease my swollen nubbin. His soft touch was something I hadn't been expecting after his harsh words. But I wasn't going to complain when the pattern he was running over my clit mixed with his wet mouth surrounding my nipple, which had my moans filling the room and my pussy clenching in pre-climactic bliss.

  “No you don't. You don't get to come until I tell you to.” His teeth sank into the tip of my nipple, causing me to yelp in pain. He didn't let me go, the pain intensified to the point where tears threatened to spill from my eyes.

  The wet point of his tongue joined his teeth, running a soft caress around the tingling flesh. The pain slowly dimmed and turned to pleasure. A pleasure I didn't know could come from pain. I hated anything that would physically cause discomfort, but this was different. It hurt and felt good all at the same time.

  “Daddy.” I wailed, as he finally let go of my abused nipple. Blood surged back to the previously deprived tip. That pleasure-pain feeling had my cunt spasming, a sensation I recognized from giving myself pleasure. For the first time in my life I was about to climax with a man, I was going to cum for daddy. As I was about to fall over the cliff he bit down on the other breast, the suddenness and sharpness of the pain freezing the orgasm before it could come to fruition. I panted through the discomfort. Whimpering for him to stop and release me, to give me back the euphoric feeling I had just been experiencing. My nails dug into his shoulders, the muscles so dense and thick that I couldn't get any purchase, and still daddy continued to torture my tit. Finally his tongue began the same soothing action he had given the other, and I knew that soon I would be back on that edge of climax.

  When he released my nipple, I arched my back off the floor as the orgasm started to race through my body, stronger than any I had felt before. I screamed my release into the room.

  My shrieks of pleasure turned to one of panic as daddy grabbed my hips in his big hands. Lifting my ass off the floor he lined us up. When I looked him in the eyes he pushed into me.

  There was no slow. No gentle. I felt like he was tearing me in two. Grasping the rug beneath me I attempted to move away from him, to get as far away as possible from this huge thing that felt like it would kill me. I didn't want this. I didn't want his cock; he was too big and too hard. Tears fell in a steady stream down my face.

  My pussy was on fire, it hurt so fucking much. How had I thought this would be wonderful and beautiful? All those books had lied. I felt like a fool.

  “Shh kitten.” Daddy’s face came into focus, his nose bumping against my own.

  “Please get off me. It hurts. I don't want this anymore. I can't. I'm sorry.”

  “You do want this, and you can. I’m already in, little one. The worst is over. You are so tight and warm around me. Fucking brilliant. You are so fucking beautiful,” he said as he kissed away my tears before pressing his soft lips against my own. His words along with his sensual kisses had a calming affect on my body. Tense muscles started to relax and the pain that filled me lessened.

  “Good girl. Relax for me, because when you have I’m going to fuck you good and proper. I’m going to show you what those naughty books you read only hint at. You want that don't you, Kitten?”

  His naughty words caused my pussy to clench around his stiff cock. Then he started to move. A slow rocking of his pelvis, while he kissed and bit at my lips.

  Pleasure quickly replaced the pain, and I wanted more, needed more. Letting go of my lips daddy moved back to his kneeling position, a towering warrior above me. Lifting my ass higher from the floor he held me to him. My shoulders were the only part of my back in contact with the rug. Fire lit his eyes and with a wicked smile he showed me what he had meant when he said he was going to fuck me good and proper.

  His hips pistoned at a spee
d which had me squealing in both pleasure and pain, his long cock hitting a part of me that I didn’t think was meant to be touched by anyone other than God. But with every strike he made against that spot, I flew higher. Sweat covered my body; with every pump of his hips his tunnelling cock ignited my insides to fever pitch. The heat from the burning fire had nothing on what daddy was doing to me.

  His callous-tipped fingers moved to my clit. He didn't rub it like I had expected; he pinched it between two fingers and added a twist at the same time. I was gone. I have no idea what I screamed but I know the sound was still ringing through the room as my cunt pulsed around his stiff cock. Blinding lights filled my vision and my lungs strained to take air in.

  My thighs were covered with wetness. And daddy was still hard inside of me, but his hips had stopped moving. My eyes felt heavy as I fluttered them opened to look up at him.

  Had I done something wrong?

  "Why didn't you cum?"

  "Oh we are not done little one. Nowhere near it,” he said as he pulled from my body.

  “Roll over to your knees. I want to watch your rounded ass as I fill you with my seed.”

  What did he mean when he said fill me with my seed? My mind was processing his words as he flipped me over, my forehead bumping against the floor. Daddy’s hands grasped at my hips to maneuver me into the position that he wanted me in. I looked over my shoulder at the same time he slammed his long hard cock back into me. The scream only echoed through my head as the force of his movement stole the air from my lungs.

  Holding on for dear life, I could do nothing but pray that he’d let me cum again. The pounding of his cock was blissfully painful. That spot deep in my core was becoming addicted to his touch. I could feel my cream dripping down my legs and a loud squelching sound joined with our labored breathing.

  My stomach tightened, my tits tingled and the canal of my core started a rhythmic pulse around daddy’s hard cock. With his next hard shove my body seized. Daddy’s fingers bit into my skin enough to hurt and at the same time the climax rocked me, a scolding hot wash of semen filled me.

  While my body struggled to regain normal muscle control, my brain reeled at the implications. I needed him to get off me, I need to go and have a bath and get it all out.

  “Daddy you need to get up. I need to get up. Fuck—”

  The palm of his hand landed harshly against my ass, causing it to burn. “I’ve told you not to swear kitten. The next time you do you will have this ass paddled then I will wash your mouth out with my cum.” My body betrayed my panic and my pussy clenched around the semi stiff cock still filling it. A dribble of our combined cum dripped against my leg reminding me of why he needed to move.

  “You don’t understand. I’m not on the pill. You didn’t use a condom.”

  “Shh little one, I know. I told you I was going to fill you with my seed. Now lie down, daddy needs to rest.”

  Without pulling his cock from me, he rolled us onto our sides. One of his large hands rested where his cock was still buried inside of me. Confusion filled me as I listened to his breathing steadying out into sleep.

  What did he mean? I wasn’t stupid, but didn’t he understand that I could already be pregnant?

  As my own eyes flattered in sleep the cheerleader whispered to me. He wants you to be.

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  About the Author

  Vixen Von Fock

  Vixen Von Fock is a fiery Aussie girl living in Brisbane Queensland, where it’s always hot and wet. She’s naturally naughty, and takes her taboo with cream and sugar. If she didn’t let her characters out of her head, she’d have been arrested years ago.

  When she’d not getting her kink on, Vixen also writes erotic romance under the name of Sassie Lewis, where her men are always Alphas and the sex is scorching hot.

  Both girls loved to be stalked and you can find them at…

  https://www.facebook.com/vvfock?ref=hl

  https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sassie-Lewis-Author/1701542196738044

  Also from Vixen Von Fock

  A Present from my STEP: Antonia has one request for her eighteenth birthday; one ORGASM for each year of her life. Surely that shouldn’t be too much to ask for, right?

  But when Toby, her on-again-off-again boyfriend, fails miserably, she thinks her whole birthday is a bust. Right up until her fantasy man arrives home.

  Will THE MAN WHO RAISED her be the one to make this needy girl’s birthday wish come true?

  Amabelle – Connie Cliff

  The night was misty, and I could barely see outside the kitchen window. When my mother’s car pulled up in our driveway, it was all headlights, with just a vague shape behind the wheel. I knew it was her though: it was just after 7 pm, the usual time when she arrived home.

  “Come on, Randy, she is here now.” I was panting, hardly able to squeeze the words out.

  He was behind me, holding me by the hips, pounding his cock into my tight ass. My panties were at my ankles, and I was grasping the edges of the kitchen sink, dirty dishes in front of me. I was sure my mother would notice them as soon as she walked in.

  Unless, that is, Randy didn’t cum. Right now. Because in that case, she would just see her darling husband, ass-fucking her innocent daughter.

  I could see through the sheer lacy curtain in the window that she got out of the car, slammed the car door, and slowly headed towards the front porch. She stopped briefly, noticing me in the window. Waved to me. Good thing she couldn’t see Randy pumping me from behind — he wasn’t that tall.

  Also, good thing she couldn’t see my expression. I was coming, hard. My whole body shuddered in a wave of the sweetest release, and I wrapped my lips around my teeth, squeezing them tight, trying not to make any noise. Mother was close enough now to hear me.

  “Ah, baby, I’m coming, I’m coming,” Randy rasp-whispered behind me.

  “Hurry up, Randy,” I hissed through my silent moans.

  “I know, I know. I’m done.” He pulled out and quickly zipped his fly. “All done now.”

  I bent down and pulled up my panties and my shorts, then turned the water on in the sink. Just in time.

  “I’m ho-ome,” my mother chimed. “What are you two up to?”

  “Just helping Amabelle with the dishes,” Randy said, nonchalantly picking up a dirty plate and covering it up with a towel.

  “I’m so glad you guys are getting along.”

  If only she knew.

  *****

  When my mom decided to start dating again, I was grossed out. She was beautiful and successful, so I guess it was bound to happen at some point, but I just didn’t want to think about it.

  My dad left us for another family when I was four years old, so I barely remembered him. Since then, my mother has been pulling the load of a single parent household, and she was doing it admirably, I must say. She worked as an accountant at our local small town bank, and almost everyone knew her. When she joined the online dating service, she had to expand her “willing to travel” radius up to one hour, just so that she could meet new men.

  At first, she dated older guys; I guess she wanted some stability. She was only thirty seven years old, and still in a great shape. She barely even had any wrinkles. The older guys were all creepy. I hated them. Then she decided to open her mind to going on dates with slightly younger guys. That’s when Randy came into the picture.

  He was thirty two, muscular, and oh-so good looking, my knees almost buckled when I first met him. He totally ignored me though, which kind of stung. As far as I could tell, his only shortcoming was that he was the same height as my mother, five-foot-eight. It didn’t seem to bother her, and they were soon getting serious. A few months later, they announced that they were getting married, and he was moving in with us.

  I didn’t know how to react. On one hand, I was happy for my mom — she seemed smitten, and it appeared that Randy was completely in love with her too. On the other hand, every time I saw him, I could feel butterflies in my stomach
. And not just butterflies either. Lower down, between my legs, I felt this unexplained tingling and warmth every time he smiled at me. And lately, I’ve even noticed that my panties were totally soaked every time he came to visit us. He was just so handsome and manly, so much more attractive than all those stupid boys at my high school who were asking me to go out with them.

  I guess it didn’t matter, though. I had promised to my mother that I would stay a virgin until I got married, so it’s not like I would have sex with anyone any time soon.

  They got married at our local church. My mom has always been very religious, so she insisted on a traditional ceremony, even though Randy wanted to elope to Vegas. The celebrations lasted the entire weekend, after which the newlyweds left for an almost week-long getaway to Florida.

  Their wedding took place two days after my eighteenth birthday.

  *****

  While they were gone, I partied all week, since there was no one at home to hold me to my curfew. My cheerleading crew was at my place almost every day, and they all brought their boyfriends, who brought their friends. On Friday, the night before my mom and Randy were supposed to come back, we were all drinking from a keg that someone was able to procure, and pretty much everyone was wasted. My friend Abby suggested we play “Spin the bottle,” and soon enough there were couples hooking up all over the place. Someone was even ballsy enough to use my mother’s bed — when I walked by the door, there were heavy breathing noises that could only mean one thing.

  I was a little jealous of all the action. I had kissed two boys so far, and one of them felt me up through the shirt, but that was as far as I was willing to go. My promise to my mother held me back, and sometimes I wondered what had possessed me to agree to her request. She grew up an a strict religious household — my grandpa was still a pastor at a neighboring town’s church. I was pretty sure she was a virgin when she got married, and I could bet that up until Randy, my father was the only man my mother had ever slept with. And even Randy probably got his wish only after the wedding.