Anything for the Man of the House: Ten Brats who Learn how to Behave (4 page)

“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 strangled
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 could 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.”