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

by Scarlett Skyes

  By the time he was finished, I was in need of another release. Never had I orgasmed more than once in a single day. I was working on my third. If he didn’t somehow finish me off, I’d have to as soon as he left to go back to work.

  “I think that’s good for now. Get up,” Daddy demanded. I stood, my ass stinging as I moved.

  “You probably don’t want to sit down for a little bit. I hope that teaches you a lesson though.”

  I only nodded as I stood there, naked from the waist down. My pussy was eye level with his face, as he stopped talking I saw his eyes drifted down to the swollen lips.

  “Damn it, sweetheart. Either that movie really turned you on, or you like being spanked by Daddy,” he quipped as he slide a finger between my labia. I closed my eyes and moaned, my legs feeling like they wanted to give way. I wanted him to finger me to another climax, but his finger left my crotch after a single stroke.

  When I opened my eyes, I watched my father pop his finger out of his mouth, clearly cleaning the juices off it.

  “Mmm, such a sweet pussy.” he commented. He glanced at his watch, sighing as he got up from the recliner.

  “I have to get back to work. Clean up, and we will finish this tonight.” I nodded again.

  “And no matter what, no touching yourself. Don’t even clean there.” With that last demand, he was back out the door. I stood there, the air feel good on my raw, bare ass. I wasn’t sure how to feel about what had happened in the past hour.

  Watching my first porn, being caught by Daddy, getting a spanking…it was a lot to take in. Now, all I wanted to do was fuck my little cunt until I came hard, thinking about my daddy. But I wasn’t allowed touch myself.

  I grabbed my clothes and went up to my room. Tossing the soiled panties into the hamper, I pulled out a fresh pair and put them and my capris on.

  The rest of the day seemed to drag by. Around 4:30pm, I decided to occupy myself by making dinner for Daddy and me. I was anxious to find out what he meant by “we will finish this tonight,” and having dinner out of the way meant we’d get to his plans sooner.

  When Daddy walked in the door 45 minutes later, I had a steamy pot of spaghetti, fresh salad, and toasted garlic bread waiting for him on the dining room table.

  “Well, what a pleasant surprise,” Daddy reeled. He sat down and started fixing his plate, as if nothing had happened a few hours ago. We ate in silence. I was sure that was to continue torturing me about what he had in mind. When Daddy was finished, he carried his plate to the dishwasher and retreated to the basement.

  I wasn’t sure what to do, but I knew the kitchen needed to be cleaned. As I was drying the pot I had used for the spaghetti, Daddy reappeared.

  “As soon as you are finished, I want you to go take off your clothes. Then come find me downstairs.” With that, he was gone again. I put away the dried dishes with trembling fingers. I was nervous, excited, and anxious, feeling it all in the pit of my stomach.

  I didn’t want to keep Daddy waiting, so I took the stairs two at a time as I headed to my room. Tossing all of my clothes in the basket, I applied a little more deodorant and spritzed myself with my favorite perfume. I brushed out my wavy, brown hair and looked in the mirror one last time as I headed to find my father.

  When I entered the basement, I saw that the couch that usually faced the television was turned. It was now facing a video camera mounted on a tripod. There was a spotlight just behind the camera, illuminating the sofa.

  Holy shit! Was Daddy going to make me do a movie?

  “Come over here, sweetheart. Sit on the couch,” Daddy instructed as he placed a small disc inside the camcorder. I did as I was told, feeling awkward that I was bare ass naked in front of the man of the house. After what happened during lunchtime, I guessed I had no reason to be uncomfortable.

  “Since you like to watch dirty movies, I think we should make one. Don’t you?” Before today, my knowledge of sex was extremely limited. Even with that I’ve gained today, I doubted I’d know enough to make a good porn star.

  “But, Daddy. I don’t really…know much about…this kind of stuff.”

  “I can tell you know enough. Watching my DVD gave you a head’s up. You sure you are even a virgin, Lexie?”

  “Yes, Daddy!” I shrieked in response. “I have never been with anyone!” I could tell my reply aroused him, the bulge forming in his pants evidence. I wondered if he was more turned on by the fact that he was going to take me…or that he was going to take a tight virgin.

  “Well, today’s your lucky day.”

  Though I should have dreaded what was about to happen…being on tape, getting fucked by my father, the only thing I could feel was excitement and nervousness. Excited for what was about to happen, nervous that I wouldn’t have a clue what to do when the time came. Butterflies were swarming through my stomach, my palms slightly sweaty even though the room was cool.

  Once he finished messing with the camera, Daddy stepped up beside it and began unbuttoning his shirt. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he pulled the top down and off his strong arms. His snug-fitting undershirt followed, over his head in seconds.

  I continued to stare as his belt was undone, his pants unbuttoned, his zipper pulled down. The slacks piled on the floor beside his shirts. He must have already tossed his socks and shoes off before I came down to the basement, as he stood before me in just his gray boxer briefs.

  Daddy crossed the room, until he was standing beside me. Turning to the side, he grabbed my hand and pulling me up so that I was sitting on the edge of the couch.

  “Pull out my cock, Lexie. It’s time you learned how to suck.”

  I wasted no time getting his erect manhood from beneath the thin fabric of his underwear. Maybe I’d get points for my enthusiasm!

  As I gripped Daddy’s dick in my hand, I couldn’t get over how huge it was! It felt like I was holding a large, thick sausage. The red, bulbous head was inviting, and I leaned down to swirl my tongue across it as if it were a lollipop.

  “Mmm, no teasing. Cock in your mouth, NOW,” Daddy commanded, gripping the base of his shaft and pushing the cock against my lips. I opened my mouth to invite the stiff rod inside, feeling it slide along my tongue until the head was almost down my throat. Daddy pushed a little more, causing me to gag on his fat member.

  “Ummph!” I muttered around his dick. He pulled out slightly, letting me get used to having my mouth filled by a penis. I closed my lips into a tight “O” and bobbed them up and down on his length.

  “Play with my balls while you suck it.”

  My hand reached up to cup the balls at the base of my Daddy’s cock. Still sucking, I gently massaged them. The moans escaping from my father caused my pussy to moisten again. I would no doubt be leaving a wet spot on the couch if I sat here much longer!

  Daddy started to move again, fucking my face. He knew just how far in to go without making me choke. I reached a hand down to fiddle my clit while I gave him my first blowjob. The touch felt exquisite, and the first brush with my finger made me want to come again. When he noticed what I was doing, he pulled out of my mouth and pushed my hand away from my crotch.

  “That was good for your first time sucking dick. Now, lay back and let me show you something.”

  He went to his knees as I lay back on the sofa. He threw one leg over his shoulder while my other rested on the couch. Daddy wasted no time finding my clit with his tongue, flicking it hard as I began to writhe on the couch beneath him.

  “Oh Daddy, that feels so good.” I felt his fingers rubbing just below his tongue, brushing against my entrance before a couple went inside. My pussy walls were tight on his fingers, and I suddenly worried how he’d fit his cock in there later, it being much larger than the two digits currently filling me.

  My hips bucked involuntary at the intrusion. I’d worry about that gigantic member belonging to my daddy later. Right now, all I wanted to do was get off, and hard. I panted as he finger fucked my tight canal, randomly flicking
my clit at the same time.

  It only took another minute before I clenched down on his fingers, my orgasm surging through me.

  “Yes, Daddy, I’m coming!” He withdrew his fingers then, continuing the assault on my clit as my body rocked on the sofa. I could feel the juices from my hole running down, no doubt leaving a stain on the furniture. The idea made me gush even more.

  As my body stilled, my father stood and positioned himself between my outstretched legs. He leaned down, taking a nipple in his mouth and biting it hard.

  “Oww!” I cried out, the sharp pain mixing with the pleasure. Just as I squealed, I felt him run the head of his cock against my slit. I forgot all about the discomfort once I felt him close to sliding into me. He moved over to suck the other nipple as he teased me with this dick.

  “Please Daddy, put it in. I need you to fuck me.” I had no idea where those words were coming from, since I was completely shielded from sex the last few years. I must have hit a nerve, though, as a throaty groan came from the older man towering over me when I said it.

  “You ready for my dick, you bad girl?”

  “Yes, Daddy. I am ready. I need you now!” I whined, wanting him to stop rubbing me and thrust inside me. He sat up to see his cock as he pushed it down. Lined up with my taut hole, he slowly inserted his rigid member into my canal. When he felt the resistance of my intact hymen, he slightly rocked his dick back and forth inside.

  “This will hurt for a moment, but this is how I’ll take your cherry, Lexie.” Before I had a chance to react, Daddy shoved his hard cock deep into my womb, his pelvis against my clit.

  “Oh, shit!” I huffed, the sting in my pussy causing my eyes to water.

  “Shhh, it will be over in just a minute. Then I’ll make you feel better.” Daddy froze, letting me get over the uncomfortable feeling before he showed me what it was like to be thoroughly fucked. A couple minutes later, I felt his cock move. My body tensed, preparing for the pain to come.

  “Relax, Lex. I can’t fuck you if you all stiff.”

  I willed my muscles to loosen up. He was right; I let out a sigh as my dread was replaced with ecstasy. Daddy’s cock filled my pussy perfectly…actually I could feel it being stretched to accommodate him. It was a good feeling though, one that signified I was now a woman – and no longer a virgin. I was being taken by the man I loved.

  That realization caused me to swell with happiness. I dug my feet into Daddy’s lower back, pushing him down onto me so I could grip his upper arms.

  “Fuck me now, Daddy.” He didn’t need much coaxing, I’m sure, but he increased his tempo in response to my demands. His cock thrust inside and out of me, working me into a fit of squeals and moans. My body writhed as he drove into me again and again.

  “Oh yes, Daddy. So good. Fills me perfectly.” I panted as I spoke in phrases. The bliss of having my father’s cock inside my tight, young pussy prevented me from a real, coherent sentence.

  He leaned down to kiss me then, one hand finding a nipple. As he rolled it between two fingers, yet another climax spilled out of me. I thrashed beneath the older man as I came, gasping for breath and calling out his name.

  After a couple more thrusts, Daddy followed suit. Following a loud grown, spurts of hot seed coating my pussy walls. He continued to pound me as he emptied himself deep in my womb. I could feel the warmth flooding my pussy, a feeling that no masturbating could ever match.

  Daddy leaned up, looking at the ceiling as he reveled in the feelings of his orgasm. When he was finally finished depositing his sperm, he pulled out of me and walked to the camera. Switched off the red light, he grabbed a towel from a small table and proceeded to clean himself.

  “See what happens to little girls who snoop?” Daddy said sternly.

  “If this was part of my punishment, maybe I should be bad more often,” I replied, unable to stifle a grin.

  “Now you know what you will get if you do. Spanking and all.”

  “What’s going to happen to the movie?”

  I honestly didn’t care, but my curiosity needed to know.

  “It will be labeled just like the last one, and added to my personal collection,” he stated. Satisfied with the answer, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to think. He tossed me another towel, and I let it lay where it landed on my leg. I was too busy trying to decide how I should make Daddy mad enough to punish me again soon!

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  About the Author

  Ashley Rixxan

  Ashley Rixxan is a young southern writer with a very dirty mind. She loves to write about the naughtiest fantasies -- the more taboo her stories, the better! It still gives her the warm fuzzies knowing that people enjoy reading her work, most of which can be enjoyed through Amazon's Kindle Unlimited program!

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  Stealing Daddy – Saffron Daughter

  Mara was doing her best not to roll her eyes. Why? Because the boy on top of her had absolutely no idea what he was doing. Even worse, he was trying to pretend that he did.

  Her legs were open beneath him, and she was (impatiently) waiting, but he just couldn’t seem to make anything work. How that was humanly possible, she didn’t know.

  “Fuck,” she sighed, reaching down in between her legs, finding his rigid cock. She had to admit that he was pretty gifted in the size department, or so she thought anyway.

  Admittedly, she didn’t have that much experience.

  She positioned his cock at her entrance. “I’m wet and I’m waiting,” she said, her voice flat and monotone. She simply wasn’t bothering anymore, even though she knew that she should. “So just slide it in. It’s not rocket science!”

  She thought back to all her previous sexual encounters. Her friends swore by their sex. They talked about it while smiling, lost in their apparently wonderful thoughts. She even overheard older women talking about sex! And they’d been doing it for years and years! It just seemed like here was this magical thing, sex, and that was supposed to feel great, that was supposed to be what growing up introduced into a person’s life, and all her experiences with it had been lukewarm, at best!

  In the beginning, like any teenager would think, she suspected that she had a problem. Perhaps she wasn’t good at it, or that she hadn’t had enough practice. Well, logical thinking told her that was an easy problem to fix. But even after being with many guys from school, she was still left rather disappointed.

  “Shit,” she heard the boy on top of her groan. His proclamation of pleasure pulled her out of reverie, and she realized that he was pushing himself inside her… finally!

  “Yeah,” she hissed at him, a sound of encouragement. “Come on, fuck me.” The boy nodded and Mara felt herself stretched by his girth. It felt good in a new sort of way. She’d never been with a boy this large before.

  “Yes!” she cried as he inched forward, bit by bit, his progress so slow and so teasing it drove her wild with longing for more.

  “Oh, shit,” he groaned.

  “What?”

  “Oh, shit, oh shit!”

  “No, don’t, Jimmy!”

  “Ugh!” he groaned, burying himself inside her, his cock twitching and his body all tensed up. Mara tried to salvage the situation, and put her fingers to her clit. But it was too late. She could already feel the boy’s rod shrinking inside her.


  “Fuck, that felt fucking good,” Jimmy whispered, his arms giving way. He fell on top of her, and she rolled him off her as quickly as she could.

  “That was it?” Mara said, knowing she was being passive aggressive and likely hurting the boy’s feelings. But she was just so… frustrated!

  “Sorry,” he said, his brows furrowing.

  “Yeah, it’s fine,” Mara quickly soothed. “It’s okay, don’t worry. It felt good for me, too.”

  “Yeah?” he asked, perking up. When he smiled, he really was quite cute.

  “Yeah,” she said, nodding. “Yeah.”

  The two fell into silence for a while. Mara noticed that a replete glassiness had settled into Jimmy’s eyes. Her own were looking inward, wondering when she would find a boy who could satisfy her sexually.

  Even worse, she was all wound-up now, and she knew that once Jimmy was gone, she’d rummage in her underwear drawer for her vibrator. She wasn’t sure why that made her feel bad. She knew that it shouldn’t.

  “Mara!” The voice was deep, baritone, and coming from downstairs.

  “Fuck! That’s my Dad!”

  “I thought he was your step-dad?”

  “What? Yeah, I mean he is. You gotta go, Jimmy!”

  “Go? How?”

  “Out the window.”

  “We’re on the second floor!”

  “Now!” Mara hissed, hitting his arm. “Or he’ll kick your ass.”

  “Jesus,” Jimmy sighed, shaking his head, disapproving. “Okay, okay. See you later.” He got dressed and climbed out the window, but not without a little trouble.

  “Yes, Daddy?” Mara called through the door as Jimmy was extricating himself.

  “I got off work early!”

  “Yeah,” she said, too quietly for him to hear. She couldn’t help but smile. Her step-father was always happy when he got off early. She knew it was because he would come home to her. It made her happy, too.

  “Fuck!” she heard, followed by a gurgled groan behind her.

  “Damn it, Jimmy, you have to leave!”

  “I’m trying!” he whined, his trouser leg caught on the hinge of the window. Mara sighed and rubbed her forehead. She could hear her step-father coming up the steps, and she was desperately hoping Jimmy would get himself out in time.