Her Father, My Master: Mentor

by Mallorie Griffin

  Chapter 3

  At 4:30 on the dot, I pulled my car into Maddie’s driveway. Her dad was rich, or at least exhumed an air of wealth. He lived in a posh neighborhood in our city, and his house loomed large over me now, as I sauntered down the walk towards the front door. The red brick face seemed more menacing to me now than it had in the past. I was nervous.

  I’d started out confidently enough. After school let out, I raced home, and began preparing myself. I took a long bath, removing every inch of hair from my body as I shaved, the razor slipping over the smooth surface of my skin. Sliding my fingers between my smooth pussy lips like that was a different experience, and more than a little arousing. But instead of having fun in the bath, I continued with my preparations. After I shaved myself hairless, I did my makeup and hair, and slid on my slutty-but-hopefully-not-too-slutty outfit. The shorts really were rather short, and the top, though it was just a casual t-shirt top, had a big rip right in the middle of the collar so it would expose just the right amount of flesh underneath. I was also wearing a push-up bra underneath, giving my small breasts the biggest boost I could afford.

  I thought I looked good.

  But now, in front of her house, shivering in the slight chill of the early spring air, I wasn’t so sure. What if he just laughed at my advances? Was this really going to work? I hauled my schoolbag further up my shoulder. I had to take a chance, if I wanted my vengeance.

  I knocked on the door, and Maddie immediately answered it. “Krys!” she cried, throwing her arms around me in a hug. Biting back disgust, I returned it grudgingly. She pulled back, and stared at my outfit. “You going somewhere later?”

  Damn, I was too slutty. “I have a date later,” I improvised quickly.

  “Wow, already?” Maddie said thoughtfully. “With who?”

  “None of your business,” I said shortly, and brushed past her as I entered the house. It was just as opulent inside as it was out. There was even a chandelier in the foyer. It was way fancier than my house, that was for sure.

  Maddie led me to her room, and we awkwardly did our homework for about 30 minutes. I knew Maddie could sense the tension in the air – she’d have to be a dummy to not have realized something was up. But I didn’t care. I was in.

  “You want to get a snack?” I asked her a little after 5. “I’m a little hungry.” I decided to throw a smile in there for good measure.

  “Sure!” Maddie said brightly, immediately jumping to her feet. I inwardly smirked. She was so desperate to please me, it was kind of funny. “What do you want? I’ll go get it.”

  “No, I’ll come too. I’m a little tired of sitting, anyways.” We both trundled down the stairs. I stopped by a hallway mirror to check my hair and makeup, both of which still looked good.

  “I’m sure whoever’s meeting you will love how you look,” Maddie said when she noticed me stop.

  I smiled devilishly. “I’m sure too.”

  We made our way to the kitchen, and Maddie set about making a plate of celery with peanut butter and raisins. She knew it was my favorite. I quirked another little half-smile at her groveling servitude. I could get used to having my very own slave. I read one of the books I’d brought downstairs while she worked, pointedly ignoring her. After she finished her preparations, she set the plate in front of me, smiling pathetically. I smiled back. I could definitely get used to this.

  We were still in the kitchen when I heard her dad’s Porsche pull up the driveway. My heart suddenly leaped into my throat, and I could feel a cold sweat on my palms. This was it. No turning back now.

  “Hey Madison!” he called as he entered the house, keys jangling in his hand. “Oh, you have a guest. Hi Krystal.” He smiled at me, and I sat in frozen shock.

  Now that I had my sights on him in a more amorous nature, I realized how attractive he was. His steel gray hair was cropped close to his head, and his dark brown eyes were currently crinkled with smile lines as he grinned at me. He had a strong jaw too, and wide powerful looking shoulders, even under that suit. I felt girlish and small, and more than a bit weak at the knees.

  “Hi Mr. Hendricks,” I replied, completely unsure of myself now.

  “How was school?” he asked, oblivious to my jitteriness.

  “Oh, it was fine,” Maddie replied. “Just the usual.”

  “Ah, well, I’ll leave you girls to it. Dinner at 7? Are you staying for dinner, Krys?” He turned his gaze to me again, and I coyly shrank back.

  “I’m not sure yet.”

  “Well, let me know.” He smiled and winked at me, and my heart did a back flip.

  “Okay,” I said quietly. As Mr. Hendricks left the room, Maddie stared at me.

  “What’s up with you?” she asked, suspicious.

  “Nothing,” I said, reverting to my old, short self. She couldn’t see through to my plan, not now. I had to stop reacting to her father like this. But it was like some switch had been flipped in me. Now that I wanted to have sex with him, I felt like my every move counted. I couldn’t afford to make a mistake.

  After we finished eating, we headed back upstairs. Maddie’s dad was nowhere to be seen. How was I going to flirt with him, if he wasn’t even around? I silently cursed. Maddie shut the door behind us when we made it back to her room, and I sat back down on the floor.

  “Okay, what was that all about?” Maddie asked. She no longer seemed so groveling and pathetic all of a sudden.

  “What was what about?” I said defensively.

  “You were acting really weird around my dad.” Maddie’s eyes widened. “You don’t think I told him, do you?”

  “What?” I realized she was talking about Joey. “No! I mean, maybe.” That was a good cover for my strange behavior, actually.

  “Jesus Krys, of course I didn’t! Even if I wanted to, I remember my promise.” She nodded firmly, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I knew her promises meant nothing.

  “Okay,” I said, and then looked around on the floor for my schoolbook. “Shoot, I left my book downstairs. I’ll be right back.”

  “I’ll go with you!”

  “No, that’s okay. I’ll be just a minute.” I zipped out of her room, and hurtled my body down the stairs, with only my book on my mind. Maddie’s dad took me by complete surprise, when I rounded a corner and nearly ran into him.

  “Oh!” I said, caught completely off-guard.

  “Oh?” he replied, looking down at me. He was a good head taller than me, and seemed very imposing, all of a sudden. “Need some help?”

  “No, I just forgot my book…” I trailed off, realizing that this was my chance. I tried one of those flirting techniques I’d seen. I put one of my hands on my hips, and gave him what I hoped was a seductive smile. “Have you been working out?” I asked. “You look good.”

  He suddenly laughed, and I felt very stupid. “Are you coming on to me?” he bluntly asked. I wanted to shrink into nothing, melt into a goo and disappear between the floor boards, right at that moment. I was an idiotic girl-child for thinking I could possibly pull this off.

  “I-uh-I, no. It was just a question,” I said, reverting to my stammering self around him. This was never going to work.

  But then he took me by surprise, yet again. He grabbed my slender arms in his strong hands, and confidently turned in a circle, pinning me against the nearest wall. “You’ve grown so much, since I first met you,” he said softly. “How old are you, now?”

  “18.” I was barely able to breath out that word. I knew what was on his mind, if he was asking that question.

  “Ahh…” He lifted a hand and stroked my hair back, revealing my long, pale neck now. “And, you are coming on to me. Don’t lie, Krystal.” He firmly, but not painfully squeezed my arms now, and I mutely nodded. This was happening so fast. I wondered if I was truly ready. And his entire demeanor had changed, from the moment I started hitting on him. Before, he was congenial and fatherly. But now, he was like a predator, his focus honed to a razor sharp point on his prey. Me. />
  Mr. Hendricks smiled slightly, and then dipped his head to kiss my neck. They were soft, light kisses, like the fluttering of a bird’s wings against my skin. “Have you ever been with a man, Krystal?” he asked, his head still buried in my hair.

  “No,” I gasped. His confidence, his maturity, how sure he was about himself was turning me on like nothing else. Every thought of revenge was slipping out of my mind, and I found myself wanting to be with him, just for the sake of being with him. I squeezed my legs together as I felt that familiar hot pulse course through my vulva, centered on my clit. Even though I couldn’t feel myself with a hand, I knew I was growing moist down there. Soon, I would be dripping wet.

  “Do you want to be?” He pulled away now, looking at me sternly. I nodded, wide eyed, my body trembling slightly. It was all I could do to keep from throwing myself against him. I wanted him, badly.

  He laughed, a short, light chuckle. “You’ve grown up so much, Krys.”

  I blushed and looked downwards. That’s when I noticed his erection tenting his work slacks. He was huge. I chanced a teasing play of words. “You have, too.”

  Mr. Hendricks looked down at himself, and without warning, he was on me. We both franticly and passionately kissed each other, and his hands were running up and down my sides, his thumbs just barely brushing against my breasts.

  I gasped and moaned into his mouth when he brazenly took my small breasts into his hands, his thumbs now rubbing against my nipples, pressing on them through my bra and the thin fabric of the shirt. My whole body was on fire, and every touch of his was electric, etched into my skin.

  He finally pulled his head away from me. I could see another question on his lips, before he even spoke it. “Have you ever sucked a cock,” he murmured. The way he said it made me feel like he was proposing to me. I nodded, breathless. “I mean,” he paused for emphasis, “a real man’s cock.”

  I shook my head now. I had sucked cock before, but only a couple of high school boys. That was the furthest I’d ever gone with anyone. Mr. Hendricks was now wrapping his arms around my head, and gently urging me downwards. I complied eagerly, knowing exactly what he wanted. My heart was beating in my throat. Though I’d done this before, I didn’t want to be bad for him. I already knew that whatever happened tonight, I wanted more of him. Much more.

  I crouched down to the ground, kneeling in front of him, and he snaked his hands over to his burgeoning trousers, unbuttoning and unzipping them for me. I wrapped my hands around his legs tentatively. I didn’t want to make a wrong move, not now, not when I was so close to him. Soon, his mammoth of a cock was freed, along with his heavy balls, and it hung mere inches from my face.

  He was huge. Far larger than Joey, or Brad. He had a cock like the ones I’ve seen in some porn. Maybe not quite as large, but this was a real man’s cock.

  I eagerly dove for the tip, but he stopped me, tipping my head upwards, looking down at me. “Are you sure about this?” he said softly. I nodded. I was never more certain of anything in my life.

  It was good that he stopped me, though. Instead of diving straight in now, I realized I should tease him. My hands gripped the fabric of his slacks as I kissed his balls, mouthing at them lightly. I could feel the muscles in his thighs and ass flex, his entire body tensing as I teased him with my lips and tongue. His member gave a huge throb, but he didn’t force himself on me. He let me go at my own pace.

  Soon, I was kissing up his shaft, from the root to the very tip. I’d read that the underside of the tip was the most sensitive area, so I gave it an experimental lick. Mr. Hendricks moaned and tensed at that, one of his hands now gripping my hair, his fingers digging into my scalp.

  “Oh, that’s good,” he murmured. My confidence bolstered by those words, I finally took that massive throbbing shaft into my mouth. Sticky drops of pre-come had already leaked out of his tip, and I licked them up greedily. He tasted heavenly. It was like his pre was pure, concentrated maleness, thick and heavy and musky. I delighted in the sensation of his cock against my lips. The skin was soft and veined, but underneath was the indomitable rock hardness of his masculinity. I loved every inch of him.

  Mr. Hendricks now had a hand on the wall, and he was thrusting ever so lightly against me. I knew he was holding back, I knew he was trying to be polite. I could feel his body shake with desire for release under my hands, taut as a bowstring. I had to get him there. I knew I did.

  I pulled a hand upwards, and grabbed his thick, spit-slickened shaft, gripping it tightly. I pursed my lips together as firmly as I could, and began to bob my head, slowly at first. Mr. Hendricks gave another groan, and I could feel his pulsing rod give another twitch in my mouth. God, I needed his come, I needed to taste him, have those pearly drops of semen filled my mouth up. I pressed my tongue against the underside of his dick, and pumped faster.

  Mr. Hendricks was bucking wildly now, and the only thing keeping him from choking me was that fact that my hand was wrapped around his throbbing shaft. He was so big, my mouth couldn't possibly take all of him in. But I wanted to, I wanted to badly. I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted this thick cock of his sinking into my virgin pussy. I wanted to feel him fill me up completely, with his dick, and then his come.

  I moaned with need around him, and he answered with a moan of his own. I knew he was trying to keep it down, so Maddie wouldn't hear us. The tiny part of my brain that cried for revenge willed him to be louder, but I quashed that portion of my psyche down easily. I didn't want this to end, I never wanted it to end.

  But it had to come to an end eventually. Mr. Hendricks was thrusting spastically against my abused mouth, rocking his hips back and forth erratically. And then, without even a warning, he came inside my mouth, his rod pulsing as spurt after spurt of spunk filled my mouth, and slid down my throat.

  It was almost too much for me. I gagged, nearly choking on the sheer amount of come, but I swallowed it down. I knew it would please him, and I wanted to do nothing more than please him.

  After a few more spastic jerks, he began to calm down, petting my hair with the hand that was gripping it tightly just a few moments before. "That's a good girl," he murmured quietly. I almost didn't hear him. "Stand up," he said, and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me off his dick and hauling me upwards. I whimpered. I wanted that dick in mouth until then end of time.

  He seemed unstoppable. He was already pressing me against the wall, his still hard cock pushing into my belly. "You are quite the naughty little thing, Krystal," he said and his fingers fumbled at the button of my jeans. Soon, he had them undone though, and he was roughly thrusting his hand downwards, underneath my panties. He cupped my pubic mound with his hand, and smiled. "I know you want more."

  I nodded. "So much more," I whispered, barely audible myself.

  "Well," he continued, as one of his fingers pushed its way between the folds of my drenched pussy, "I don't think it would be prudent to do anything now, because of-" He jerked his head upwards. Right then, his thick finger found my clit, and pressed down. Hard. I nearly swooned, falling to the ground from the overwhelming stimulation, but he caught me in his other arm. "I do know Madison will be out of the house from 7 to 9 tomorrow, however."

  “Yes… yes.” I nodded again, furiously. I needed this. I needed him. My pussy felt achingly empty, and I needed him to fill it.

  He leaned down to kiss me again, his finger wandering in the folds of my slick vulva. Then agonizingly, he pulled away, salaciously sucking his drenched digit. “What did you come down here for?” he asked.

  “You,” I said, and he laughed, stepping close to me again. I could feel the heat of his body warming my own.

  “I know,” he said. “But certainly you didn’t tell Madison that, did you?”

  “Oh!” I said, and blushed, understanding what he meant now. “I forgot my book in the kitchen.”

  He leaned down now, murmuring in my ear once again. “Go get your book. When you go back upstairs, Madison will want to know what took
you so long. Tell her you were asking me a question about your schoolwork.” He chuckled now, a deep throaty chuckle that sent a shiver straight up my spine. “Tell her we were talking about wave-particle duality. That will confuse her.”

  I nodded obediently, and went to get my book. Before I could make it past him and up the stairs, he grabbed my arm and pulled my close one more time. “Don’t forget. Be here tomorrow. 7pm, sharp. That’s an order.”

  I gulped. “Yes, sir.”

  “Sir… I like that,” he said with a smile, and gave me a light slap on the bottom before sending me on my way.

  I could hardly think. I’d never expected this to happen. This was just supposed to be a one-time thing, and I would have my revenge on Maddie. But it was turning into so, so much more. Mr. Hendricks was nothing like any of the boys at school. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he just took it from me. I felt a throbbing pulse course through my body as I neared Maddie’s door. I had to get out here. I had to get home so I could give myself that release that my body was so badly craving.

  But even more, I needed to be here again, tomorrow. I needed Mr. Hendricks.

  Chapter 4

  Maddie eyed me strangely when I stepped into her room, and I knew why. I was breathing hard, and my eyes were flitting about, like I was expecting some sort of attack to come.

  “What’s up with you?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. “Why were you gone so long?”

  I tried to compose myself. I utterly forgot that I was supposed to be mad at her. To be honest, my anger at her was fast dwindling, in the face of what had just happened. There were so many more important things in the world. Like Mr. Hendricks. “I stopped to ask your dad a question.” My heart gave a jump at those very words. “About schoolwork,” I added lamely.

  “Uh huh,” Maddie said, suspicious.