Educating My Young Mistress

by J. M. Christopher

  I shook my head. “No, it was Raven’s.”

  “Why don’t I believe you?”

  “But... but it’s true. It was all her idea.” I found myself getting all defensive—not that I hadn’t been already. I just didn’t want him to think I’d been the one to make her go out with the guy. I already knew I was in deep as it was. “I thought it was a stupid idea.”

  “And yet, here you are, standing in my living room while my daughter is getting defiled by some young man.”

  I wanted to argue, but I knew that anything I could say would ring hollow. After all, that was exactly what Raven’s plan had been.

  He sighed, seeming to calm down a little. Then he rubbed the back of his neck. “Do your parents know you’re here?”

  I nodded. I’d told them I’d be staying the night. Of course, they assumed I’d be staying here with Raven in the house.

  He in turn, nodded and pursed his lips. Then he looked me over, up and down. His eyes roved over every inch of my body like he’d done when I’d come in earlier that afternoon. He just stared at me as he simply said, “So, you’re here for the night then.”

  I wasn’t sure if it was a statement of a question. Either way, I didn’t respond. All I could do was stand there as his eyes moved over me.

  Finally, Mr. Prescott seemed to decide something. He shifted on the couch, so he was sitting up fully. “The whole night,” he muttered. Then he looked me directly in the eye. “Come here.”

  I did as he said, not really thinking I had the option of leaving. I stepped up to him until I was standing right in front of him. He licked his lips, and looked me over once again, apparently seeing if I looked as good up close. I wasn’t stupid, I knew what he had in mind, and I was shaking already.

  "Get on your knees," Mr. Prescott said in a serious tone.

  I’m not sure why I didn’t run at that moment. I probably should have. Any sane person would have. But it honestly didn’t occur to me. All I could remember was thinking that it was ironic that I had just been thinking about something like this. Albeit, I was thinking about Raven and her date, but it was still strange.

  Mr. Prescott looked at me in anger when I didn’t immediately get down like he’d asked.

  When I saw that look in his eyes, I lowered myself to my knees, afraid that I might be hurt if I didn't.

  Mr. Prescott then pulled his zipper down, ever so slowly—or maybe it just seemed slow to me as I watched each and every link come undone. Then he pulled out his already hard cock from his boxers.

  He put the long, thick, hardened tool to my lips and simply said, "Suck my cock, bitch."

  At first, I looked up at him, not really believing he was going to make me do this. This wasn’t how I pictured my first time with a guy would be. A single tear ran down my cheek and I instinctually backed away.

  He sighed in frustration as I stared at his throbbing penis. Then, impatiently he grabbed the back of my head and pulled it forward, toward his awaiting member.

  I opened my mouth as Mr. Prescott forced my face forward and made me suck his cock. Now the tears were free flowing as I began to cry. I was so ashamed. Here I was, with my best friend’s dad’s cock in my mouth.

  “That’s it,” he said in a soft, almost soothing voice. “Take it all in your mouth.”

  Despite his hands on either side of my face, my head starting bobbing up and down on his dick of its own accord. I’ve never sucked a guy’s dick before, and I’m sure I wasn’t doing the best of jobs, but the simple movements came to me almost instinctually.

  It tasted a little salty, but honestly not as bad as I’d expected it to be. As a matter of fact, if it weren’t for the fact that I was essentially being forced to do this, sucking his cock wasn’t all that unpleasant.

  The head of his cock banged at the back of my mouth and I found myself gagging several times. Though this made me uncomfortable, it didn’t seem to bother Mr. Prescott at all. As a matter of fact, he started pushing it further into my mouth as if trying to get it down my throat.

  “You’re a decent cocksucker,” he told me as he tried pushing my head even further down on his cock. “We should have done this sooner.”

  I didn’t respond, I was trying too hard to keep the steel rod from actually entering my throat and cutting off my oxygen. As it was, with the huge dick in my mouth, I was having a hard time breathing.

  Soon, with his hand still firmly pressed on the back of my head, he had me moving faster and faster as he fucked my mouth. I knew, thankfully, that we were reaching the end. I closed my eyes and took it, expecting to feel my first ever burst of cum hitting my tongue. I couldn’t help but wonder what it might taste like.

  But it didn’t happen. He threw me off before anything happened, and I fell back as my ass hit the floor.

  At first, I thought I’d done something wrong, even know I knew full well that it was Mr. Prescott who was in the wrong here. But as I looked up at him from the floor, I could see he was trying his best not to cum. His eyes were wide open and he stared up at the ceiling. His body was all tense and he had a handful of the throw blanket that was usually strewn across the back of the couch.

  It took a minute for him to calm down as I sat frozen to the spot, my eyes wandering from his still rigid member to his awe-stricken face. Finally, he relaxed, and he looked down at me.

  “Come here,” he said in an eerily calm tone. Then he actually smiled at me—I think it was the first time he’d ever actually done that.

  Again, after what he’d just made me do, I should have gotten the hell out of there. But for some reason, I couldn’t say no to this man. So, I slowly rose and stepped toward him again.

  Still smiling at me, Mr. Prescott spread his legs wide and then patted his thigh, making it clear that this was where he expected me to sit.

  I stared down at his still hard dick sticking out of the fly of his pants, and then sat down on his thigh next to it.

  I know I said before that I couldn’t wait to get a guy’s hands on me. But this wasn’t at all what I’d expected. When I’d made that wish, I’d wanted a guy my own age, not my best friend’s dad, who was a whole lifetime older than me.

  He didn’t waste any time though. His hand wrapped around my back and came up under my arm, rubbing and pinching my nipple through the thin fabric of the tanktop. It made me uncomfortable, being in this man’s lap like this, but if I was being honest, the sensations of him touching me were much more intense than when I’d ever touched myself.

  Mr. Prescott reached down, lifting the bottom of the tanktop and began to stroke my firm tummy in little circles that quickly grew progressively bigger. The motions eventually reached the waistband of my sleep shorts. When they did this, my hand instinctively shot down to grab his hand and move it away. But he just shook me off and continued, unabated. Slowly this time, he moved his hand under the waistband, feeling my light pubic hair bristle underneath his fingers. I stiffened and moaned out a short protest but he continued his assault on my virgin mound.

  This was quickly getting out of control—of course, in the back of my mind, I knew I had never really had control of the situation. As soon as I’d come down those stairs tonight, my fate was sealed. I was going to be fucked and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

  His other hand reached over now and with both hands he grasped the waistband of the sleep shorts on either side and pulled them down slowly down my legs.

  I struggled a bit, but then realized that this was going to happen no matter what, willingly opened my legs just a bit to let this man continue his stimulation on my most precious area. His fingers worked magic on my pussy. He spread the lips apart and found my sensitive little nub. His finger gently rubbed my clit, making me moan out again, this time in pleasure.

  Why couldn’t I tell this man to stop? Why couldn’t I jump up and run away? Did some part of me actually want what was happening to me? I was completely lost in the feelings of his hands on my sensitive flesh.

  The
n, he pushed me off him as quickly as he’d done when I’d been sucking his cock. Roughly, he turned me over on the couch so that I was laying on my back and he ripped the sleep shorts the rest of the way off my legs.

  This is it, I thought. He was going to jump on me and ram his rock-like penis deep into my womb and fuck me like a wild animal.

  "Please don't. I'm a virgin," I pleaded.

  "Sure, you are," Mr. Prescott said very sarcastically.

  I closed my eyes and braced myself for the pain I knew was about to come.

  To my surprise, this wasn’t what happened. With my eyes still closed, I felt Mr. Prescott’s face in between my thighs. His hot breath blowing on my wide open, virgin love canal.

  I was sort of new to all this since I really was a virgin, and though I’d heard stories (not from Raven apparently) about receiving oral sex from a guy, I wasn’t at all prepared for how it felt. It didn't take too long for his tongue to moisten my slit. Waves crashed down upon me and I let out a loud coo as he stuck his tongue inside me.

  His powerful hands spread my legs even further apart, and I felt his tongue snake out and

  start lapping at my pussy, licking and sucking and kissing, occasionally going inside and sometimes circling my clit.

  He tongued my pussy and smiled up at me as his huge cock rose and trembled in the anticipation of the erotic coupling he knew was coming. Then, his tongue moved up and began working on my clit again as he fingered me causing small squeals of delight to escape my lips. I don’t think I have ever been wetter in my life than I had been at that moment.

  Again, in my mind I knew this was wrong. In my mind I knew that what Mr. Prescott was doing to me shouldn’t be happening, but at the same time, I didn’t want these sensations to stop. It was like my rational mind was fighting with the animalistic part of it, and the animal part was winning.

  “Stop,” I moaned lowly several times as my rational mind came to the forefront, but Mr. Prescott either didn’t hear me, or more likely, he didn’t care.

  My body began to tense and I felt an orgasm quickly approaching. It was going to be a big one, I could feel it. I was going to explode from the inside out. But once again, I was disappointed.

  Just as I was about to climax, Mr. Prescott stopped and pulled his hand and face away from my sopping wet, hot, virgin pussy.

  “Not yet,” he said in a tone that a father might use for a child who was asking to have dessert.

  I was so horny, I didn’t care. I needed to have an orgasm and it didn’t matter where it came from. So, with his head still only inches from my pussy, I reached my hand down and made contact with my clit.

  He instantly ripped my hand away, then he looked at me angrily. “I said not yet.”

  He was scaring me again with a set of eyes that looked intent on my torture. I scooted my ass up the couch, away from him. He remained motionless as I tried to make my escape, but didn’t prevent it.

  Slowly, Mr. Prescott rose and sat next to me on the couch. His cock, if possible, seemed even bigger and harder than it had been before.

  He slid over until he was right up next to me. When his thigh touched mine, I tried to get up. This time he did grab me and forced me back down onto the couch.

  “You’re not leaving. Remember? We’ve got all night.” He placed his hand over my pussy again. This time, I did try and close my legs, but he forced his hand in. When he made contact with my pussy lips again, and the sensations returned, I closed my eyes and moaned. “You little cocktease. You’ve been coming here for years and corrupting my little girl. You’re going to beg me to fuck you.”

  With those words, he lifted me up off the couch and threw me over his shoulder like a hunter that had just bagged its prey. He carried me up the stairs and back into Raven’s bedroom. Tossing me on his own daughters bed, he simply said, “Take that off.”

  Since I was only wearing one piece of clothing, I knew exactly what he was talking about. But I still didn’t move. Mr. Prescott was undressing. He’d already pulled his shirt off and was now unbuttoning his pants. It took him less than a minute, and he was soon standing in front of me, completely naked with his dick sticking out at me like an arrow pointing at its target.

  “I thought I said to take off your top,” he said angrily again.

  I hesitated only a second. I didn’t want to take it off and expose my entire body to this man. But then, I thought about what we’d just done downstairs, and thought that it really didn’t matter.

  I slid the top over my head and dropped it on the bed next to me. Mr. Prescott’s eyes widened as my small breasts came into view. I tried covering up, but in a flash, Mr. Prescott was upon me. His hot flesh pressed up against mine.

  I struggled, but only briefly. He was too fast for me, and much stronger. So, I simply allowed him to manhandle me. His lips came into contact with my tits first. He lightly sucked on them, and nibbled on them. All too soon, that same sensation was filling me up again.

  He didn’t linger longer on my beasts though. Soon, his body was sliding down mine again and he was once again between my legs. My legs, seemingly on their own accord, spread wide to allow him access. I was hoping that he’d finish what he started downstairs.

  Mr. Prescott didn’t disappoint. His fingers expertly worked on my wet, pussy meat. He slid them along the outer edge of my lips, moving ever inward. They lightly grazed my clit and entered my virgin hole about a centimeter or two. This little bit of stimulation had my orgasm building again.

  As much as I wanted that orgasm to overwhelm me, I didn’t want this man to do it. He scared me. He hated me. And all I was doing was submitting to his will.

  My body started to tense again as he brought stuck his thumb onto my clit and his index finger up to the first knuckle into my hole. I was just on the verge of orgasm once again, when he stopped and pulled away.

  I moaned in distress this time. I desperately needed to cum, and this man wasn’t going to let me.

  “I want to hear the words, bitch,” he said to me in a nasty tone. “Beg me to fuck you.”

  Though I knew it was inevitable, I still shook my head. He could take me, but I wasn’t going to beg for it.

  He moved back up my body and planted his lips on my neck. This was something I’d had done to me before. I’d had a couple of boys kiss and suck on my neck in high school. But either because I was so horny, or because Mr. Prescott was just that good at it, his lips made the wonderful feelings a hundred times more potent than they had ever been before.

  He continued like that for several minutes, first working on one side of my neck, and then the other. As he was doing this, his fingers found their way back to my virgin love box and began working me toward climax once more. He stopped once again only a few seconds shy of my actually achieving it.

  “Are you ready yet?”

  I shook my head.

  He pursed his lips, but nodded. “You’ll come around. We’ve got all night.”

  For the next hour it went on like that. He would either play with my breasts, or lick my neck, or kiss me. He would bring me right to the brink of an orgasm and then suddenly stop, leaving me wanting more. I knew that if I let him fuck me that I would achieve what he so desperately wanted to keep from me. The truth was, at this point, I really wanted him to do it to me. I really wanted him to fuck me. It was only through sheer willpower that I didn’t beg him to do it.

  Finally, Mr. Prescott must have grown tired of waiting, because he flipped me over, shoving a couple of pillows under my stomach so my ass was raised in the air.

  I couldn’t help wonder what he was planning on doing next. As it turned out, I really didn’t want to know.

  Mr. Prescott’s fingers pulled apart my ass cheeks and he shoved his index finger right into my asshole. It burned, and I screamed out in pain. His finger continued pushing into me and then eventually he pulled it back out, only to plunge it all the way in once again.

  He did this several times before finally pulling it out. “Are y
ou ready yet?” he asked me once again.

  I didn’t respond. I just buried my face into the mattress as I cried out the last of the pain.

  “Okay. You asked for it.”

  The next thing I felt, there was something else pressing against my anal opening. “What’s it going to be, Tina? I can either fuck your pussy, or I can fuck your ass. I promise, you’ll like it a lot more if I fuck your pussy. The choice is yours.”

  I hesitated. I didn’t want to beg him for it. But after a second, he started pressing his hard cock into my asshole and the blinding pain was too much.

  “Wait, wait!” I shouted.

  He stopped pressing and waited for me to say something.

  Tears ran down my cheeks. I was so embarrassed at actually saying the words, but to save myself a world of pain, I groaned out, “Please, fuck me.”

  “What?” he said, moving his ear down closer to my face. “I didn’t quite hear you.”

  “Please. Please fuck me.”

  “Fuck you where?”

  “Fuck my pussy.”

  “How bad do you want it?”

  “I want it bad,” I told him, which wasn’t far from the truth. I needed to climax so badly, my pussy was actually aching in anticipation.

  “I knew you’d come around eventually.”

  He flipped me back over and tossed the pillows aside. Then he placed his dick at the entrance to my soon to be defiled pussy.

  “Let me hear it one last time,” he said, smiling down at me.

  “Fuck me. Please fuck—”

  Then shoved his dick into my virgin pussy a little bit, cutting off the last words. I was really tight, and he couldn’t get it in all that easily, despite the fact that I had several hours of lubricant built up inside.

  "You actually are a virgin!" Mr. Prescott said.

  I nodded. “Please—”

  I was about to beg for him to stop now that he knew I was innocent. But before I got the words out, he pulled his cock back and then said, "This'll hurt."

  He ripped through my maidenhead and forced me open with one hard stroke. I yelled out in pain as I lost my virginity to my best friend’s dad. Thankfully, Mr. Prescott stopped, allowing me to get used to my first ever sexual invader.