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

by Scarlett Skyes

  “I’m going to cum into you so hot and hard, you’re going to scream my name, baby girl,” Daddy promised, right before I felt a really wide and very hot thickness pressing against my sopping pussy lips.

  I whimpered, but that ball of hot flesh just kept pushing against my swollen slit, while at the same time Daddy rubbed my needy pussy even harder. The electric sensations in my pussy made me desire the hard shaft pushing into me, and I started humping back against it.

  “Daddy,” I cried, and the feeling of overwhelming fullness stretched inside my virgin core, while I panted at the buildup in my pussy, which was making me desperately reach for a fast-approaching climax.

  But then Daddy stopped pushing, with his impossibly wide cock only partway stabbed inside me—but his fingers kept flicking my pussy, making me jerk with high jumping squeals.

  “Daddy, daddy, daddy!” I cried, and then it broke free.

  A huge climax rocked my plus-size curves, only the next second pain hurt inside my core. I started to cry out, but a thickness filled me even fuller and deeper. I gasped at the intense pleasure that followed this stuffing, and then Daddy pulled his cock out of me and thrust the beast back inside my little pussy again. I think my climax started over as I jumped beneath him, and Daddy started really fucking my virgin hole.

  “Fucking so tight, baby, so tight on Daddy’s cock,” he groaned, while his hand held my pussy so I couldn’t back away from the thrusts he plowed into me. My young hips rocked with the force as my full breasts lunged with each of his heavy fucks. His muscular chest slid over my back and he practically lifted me up into his thrusts. “This is what I deserve,” he snarled.

  All I could hear were the slapping sounds of our flesh smacking together as Daddy took me like he owned every piece of me, and my body was jerking so fast and furiously, I was ecstatic. But I remembered the most important thing.

  “Daddy, pull out!” I cried.

  But Daddy just kept fucking me harder, and then I felt his shaft, which was plundering my pink young slit, jerking hard and deep inside me. Daddy groaned harshly and his cum jetted inside my virgin hole.

  “More,” Daddy growled.

  And I cried through a climax, while screaming. “You didn’t pull out!”

  But Daddy’s hard shaft bucked inside me again, filling me with so much of his seed it started dripping out of me.

  But if I really thought my smoking hot and very masculine Daddy was done, I was in for a huge surprise, because suddenly Daddy pulled out of my quivering cum-filled pussy, and I felt the huge head of his cock pushing against my virgin butt hole.

  I thought about screaming at him to stop, but it was so slick from that creamy stuff he’d put in it earlier that it slicked the way for his heavy cock to start immediately entering my tight rear tunnel. Panting, I looked back and his huge rod bucked—I felt more of his hot cum jetting up inside me, but this time it was in my virgin ass, not my pussy which was so squishy with Daddy’s cum it was dripping down my inner thighs.

  I might have thought I couldn’t take a big cock up my tight young ass, but the sensations grinding inside my butt were the most intense pleasure I had felt yet. And my legs slid wide as I humped backward, trying to get all of my Daddy’s cock up my ass, while he rolled his hips and circled his cock, squishing his cum deeper inside me and making us both moan wildly.

  I had my Daddy’s cum in both my virgin holes, and my mind was one big spasm of pleasure.

  “Fuck, baby girl,” he groaned.

  His cock jerked deep in my ass and more of his hot cum spurted inside me. Daddy covered my back with his sweaty muscular chest and we held there with his cock buried deep, while I was thoroughly fucked and dripping with his cum.

  Then my Daddy uttered the one thing that could make my heart sing.

  “Your mother never lets me fuck her this good.”

  I was so proud. “Daddy, I love you,” I whispered, and I felt a twitch of his cock deep in my ass.

  “That’s good baby girl, because you are one hot daughter, and I’m going to fuck you even harder next time, because your pussy and asshole aren’t virgin any more ... there mine.”

  “Daddy!” I squealed, wiggling against him I was so happy.

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  Are you sure you can’t go with us, Lex? We are leaving later this morning and I’d hate for us to miss the trip.

  That’s the text message I woke up to on the second day of Spring Break. I was home from college – COLLEGE! As an adult, I was supposed to be free from parental rules and curfews. My overbearing stepfather, Shawn, saw things much differently.

  Shawn hadn’t always been this strict. When he married my mom and moved in six years ago, he was a really cool guy.

  He more than made up for my sperm donor, who ran out on Mom and me the day after my third birthday. He took me to baseball games and taught me how to fish. I was a tomboy growing up, and I guess the son my stepdaddy never had.

  As I grew boobs and started thinking more about boys than sports, Daddy become more over the top with the house rules. No dating. No boys in the house. Be home by 9pm on school nights, 10pm on weekends.

  Going to college hadn’t really relieved me of his stern demeanor. He allowed me to live in the dorms on campus, one hour away from home. But, I was expected to come home every weekend after my last class on Friday. He continued to preach the dangers of boys, partying, drugs, alcohol – basically anything but going to class and studying.

  And since Daddy paid for everything, he had the final say. Which included any Spring Break trips my friends were enjoying this week.

  I didn’t bother texting my friend back, because she knew as well as I did that my father wouldn’t let me go to the beach, five hours away from home. Even though I was 19, he didn’t think I was old enough to stay somewhere that didn’t have “adults” around. It was difficult enough to talk him into letting me stay at my friend’s houses in high school.

  I knew better than to even ask to go on a trip.

  I tossed my phone on the nightstand as I got out of bed. Stretching, I glanced in the mirror to see my shirt rise, baring my flat stomach. Daddy would have a fit if he had seen that. The only skin that was okay to show was my face, arms, and from the knee down. No short skirts in my closet!

  My mom had left for a business trip the day before I arrived home. It seemed like it was just Daddy and me most of the time anyway. She enjoyed getting to see the country, and didn’t care if we were left behind.

  Sometimes, I thought it would be nice if she were home more, like she was when I was younger. Maybe she’d talk my daddy into letting me do more, since I was an adult after all.

  I gathered my clothes for the day and headed to the bathroom for a shower. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as the warm water hit my face, I started feeling less zombie-ish and more human. I grabbed the loofah hanging from the faucet and squirted a do
llop of my favorite melon-scented body wash on it. Lathering up, I rubbed it along my arms and neck, letting it trail down to my chest.

  It always felt good to wash off my breasts. Seeing the perky nipples go erect as I touched them turned me on. I pinched the hard nubs, feeling a bolt of electricity shoot directly down to my trimmed pussy.

  Even with a strict father, I knew all about the joys of masturbation, thanks to lessons from my college roommate, Dana. She knew all about my daddy’s rules, but we experimented behind the locked door of our room when we weren’t busy with classes (or she wasn’t busy with a new guy or two).

  I trailed a soapy hand down my abdomen, until I felt the soft hairs covering my mound it felt so good to rub myself there. The hot jets showered my back, and I stuck my hand in the stream to wash off the bath wash. Slipping a warm, wet finger inside my swollen labia, my clit immediately responded by going firm.

  I massaged my clit, dropping the sponge into the tub to squeeze my nipple with my other hand. Closing my eyes, I let the sensations take over me. The pleasure built until it spilled over, like a roller coaster going down the steepest hill.

  I shuddered as I came, leaning against the wall to keep from falling. My clit twitched as I rubbed it, making the orgasm last as long as possible. As my climax calmed down, I picked up the loofah and finished showering with wobbly legs.

  Once I had dried off and put on my clothes, I went to the kitchen to find some breakfast. I checked the fridge to see if daddy had cooked anything and left a plate for me. When I found nothing, I opted for a cream cheese bagel and some fresh fruit.

  I headed to my father’s den, a place I wasn't allowed to eat when he was home. I flipped on the TV, browsing the guide until I found something good to watch. Settling for old sitcom reruns, I ate my breakfast in my dad’s comfortable recliner.

  Eventually, the old television show was no longer holding my attention. As I carried my plate to the dishwasher, I decided that maybe a movie would be better. I headed back to the den, opening the cabinets to the left of the TV. That was where the DVD player and movies were kept.

  Browsing the selection, I was unsatisfied to see that there was nothing new to watch…until I came across a clear case. It wasn’t like the movie cases you buy in stores. The DVD could be seen through the box, and it only had two words written on it in a permanent marker: “Shawn’s movie.”

  Intrigued, I couldn’t get the DVD out of the box and into the player fast enough. I heard the disc spinning as I grabbed the remote and settled back into my father’s chair.

  What kind of movie would he have? Why hadn’t I seen it before?

  A menu popped up once the DVD had loaded. I had the choice between 4 chapters. Not knowing what any of them were, I scrolled to “Chapter 1” and pressed the “select” button on the remote. The screen went black for a few seconds, before the scene opened up.

  I couldn’t believe my eyes! There were two people in the picture, a man and woman, lying on a bed making out. Both were stark naked, the man rubbing his hand along the small of the woman’s back. I watched with amazement as the woman's mouth left the man's, trailing down his stomach before taking in his dick.

  Thanks to Dana, I knew that the man was getting a blow job. The woman bounced up and down on his manhood, slightly gagging when she went too far down. The man was lying on the bed, his head on the pillow and his eyes closed. It was obvious he was enjoying the oral sex given to him.

  The man's hips started to buck upward, causing the woman to choke on him even more. He groaned everytime she made a throaty noise, apparently turned on by the gagging.

  I sat in my dad's chair, frozen. I'd never seen anything like this before. Dana and I had talked about sex, but she never offered up a dirty movie like the one with Daddy’s name on it!

  Speaking of Daddy, he obviously wanted to keep me from seeing things like this, no matter how excited I got by watching them. The woman on the bed got up on her knees, her mouth never losing contact with his dick. She threw a leg over the man’s head, straddling him so he can total access to lick her. The two moaned and jerked while a pleasured one another.

  I felt that familiar tingle in my pussy, the same I had felt in the shower, return, begging for me to slip my hand beneath the waistband of my panties. I did so instinctively, finding the thin material to already be wet. My fingers rubbed my slippery lips while I watched the man push the woman off of him.

  He rose from the bed, positioning himself behind the woman while she was still on all fours. The camera zoomed in on his rock hard cock, giving me a bird’s eye view as it slid into the woman’s slick hole. He pumped in and out of her, their moaning intensifies while they fucked.

  My own fingers sped up against my clit, alternating between massaging and dipping inside my own canal. I imagined what it would be like to have a hard cock filling me. If the woman on the screen was any indication, I would like it very much!

  I continued watching until the man withdrew from the woman’s pussy. She remained in place as he stroked himself before finally erupting with a grunt. His sperm landed on her, thick, white spurts coating her lower back.

  As I watched him come, my own climax ripped through my body. I writhed on Daddy’s recliner as I enjoyed the pleasure, my own moans mirroring the ones coming from the television.

  Coming down from my orgasm, I pulled my fingers from my soaking pussy just as I noticed that the next chapter of the DVD was starting. The man and woman in this scene wasted no time getting down to business. The woman was laying on her back on a leather sofa, the man on his knees in the floor.

  His tongue was lapping at her folds, eating her pussy while she whimpered. She ran her fingers through his hair, taking a handful as she called his name.

  “Oh, Bobby!”

  “What in the hell are you watching, Lexie?” my daddy voice boomed from behind me. I jumped off the chair so fast that I sent the remote control flying across the room. I stayed where I was, making no attempt to retrieve the clicker but instead, facing my father.

  “Daddy! I’m sorry, I didn’t know what it was.”

  “Turn it off, now.” His stern voice let me know I was in deep shit. I grabbed the remote from the floor, pressing the power button to shut off the DVD player. The screen flicked to blue before I reached up and turned off the TV too.

  “Why were you in my den anyways, Lexie? You have a TV in your own room.”

  “I know, Daddy. I was bored and came in here to watch a movie.”

  “You expect me to believe that? It looked like you were in here having fun.”

  “No, Daddy. Really! I was looking through the movies and I didn’t recognize this one, so I put it in and found…” my voice trailed off, unable to speak about what I had been watching. Tears threatened the back of my eyes, but I blinked them back. No way was I going to appear weaker than I already was to my daddy.

  “Saw what, Lexie? People fucking?! That’s exactly what you saw.”

  Daddy strode over to the DVD player, removing the disc.

  “Do you see what it says here?” he asked as he held up the movie.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I responded, my voice barely louder than a whisper.

  “For Shawn doesn’t mean Lexie can watch it too.” He inhaled as he stood beside me, catching a whiff of something. I was dumbfounded until he grabbed my hand, sniffing the fingers that I just been between my legs. He smirked as the immediately recognized the scent.

  “You fingered yourself while you were watching?” he said in a questioning tone, though there was no doubt that he knew. I stood there with my eyes on him, unable to confirm that I had masturbated to the porn movie.

  “Answer me, Lex. Did you rub your pussy while you watched my movie?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I mumbled, looking away as my face felt hot. No doubt it was 50 shades of pink.

  “I can’t believe I come home for lunch and find my little girl fingering herself to a dirty movie. I thought I raised you better than that.”

 
“You did, Daddy. I’m sorry I was bad. I promise I’ll never watch it again!” I wailed. Daddy contemplated what to do next. Finally, he sat down in his reclined and grabbed my hand.

  “Lexie, I need to show you what happens to little girls who go through other people’s things without permission. And who watch naughty movies when their daddy is at work.” He pulled me closer to him, until I was standing to the side of his lap.

  “Lay down in my lap. It’s time you got your first real spanking,” Daddy ordered.

  “What? Please, Daddy. I will be good from now on!” I shrieked. The thought of my daddy’s hand on my ass intrigued me, but the embarrassment had me trying to talk him out of it. Like that was going to work…

  “Lexie, do as I say. Now, or you’ll get an even bigger spanking.”

  Mortified, I leaned down and spread myself across Daddy’s legs. His strong hand rubbed my thin capris before he moved it, only to bring it down hard a second later.

  WHACK!

  The first spank stunned me a little. Not because of the pain, but because of the prickle it sent through my pussy. Was I really getting turned on from being disciplined by Daddy’s hands?

  CRACK!

  POP!

  Each smack of my ass sent me into a squirming fit. My panties, already damp from the video I watched, would be soaked by the time the spanking was over.

  “Hold still!” Daddy commanded, but I couldn’t help it. When the next strike landed on my ass, I writhed with discomfort and delight.

  “That’s it,” Daddy said. He yanked at the waistband of my pants, pulling them and my panties down at once. Just like that, my ass was bare for my father.

  SMACK!

  A bare ass spanking hurt much worse than one with clothes on. But, it also turned me on more too. Especially when Daddy massaged the heated skin before each strike.