16. Brat in Training

by Skye Darrel

  He can barely resist me though.

  Even when we were completing my hiring forms—everything has to be legit after all—he had me on his lap with his fingers in my pussy. I stroked Daddy’s hard cock as he scribbled out the forms.

  This morning, Daddy’s regular guys have already arrived. Tough as nails, no nonsense. Bursting with testosterone, just like Daddy. The men aren’t used to having a girl around, I can tell. They look shocked when I step out of Daddy’s pickup.

  I blush. I’m wearing these ridiculous short shorts that barely cover my ass and a snug blouse tied under my breasts. My uniform picked out by Daddy.

  “Gather around,” Daddy shouts, standing beside me. “You all know I have a daughter. She wanted to see what it’s like here, and I’m letting her.”

  He pauses.

  The men stare at me, their interests piqued.

  Daddy puts his hand on my shoulder. “This is my little girl. Keep your eyes to yourself. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes, Boss,” the men say as one.

  “Good. Let’s get to it. Rosie? You’ll come with me.”

  I trail after Daddy to his trailer office. The men go back to work.

  “Why’d you make me wear shorts if you’re so worried about them staring?”

  “I’m not,” Daddy growls. “My boys know who’s boss. Those shorts are for me, baby girl. I want to see your plump little ass at all times. Are you wearing panties?”

  “I followed your instructions, Daddy.”

  “And?”

  “I’m not wearing any panties,” I snap, blushing. No bra either.

  “Good girl.”

  When we step inside, he slips his hand under my shorts and rubs my pussy.

  “I told you I’m not wearing any panties!”

  “I needed to make sure,” Daddy says, an obvious bulge forming at his crotch. “Remember what we talked about. What’s the first thing you should do every morning when you get to work?”

  My blush grows hotter. Daddy gave me a list of rules to memorize. I know what to do and step out of my shorts. I hop on his desk, spreading my legs.

  “Your little girl is ready for her morning inspection.” Just saying the words makes me buzz. “Daddy.”

  He steps closer and slides two fingers into my pussy. I clench around him, grabbing the edge of his desk.

  “Are you wet already, Rosie?”

  “You know I am,” I whimper.

  Daddy flicks my clit a little with his thumb. Then he pulls out his hard cock and nods, his rugged muscles straining under his shirt. “You know the rules, baby girl.”

  I slide off the desk and drop to my knees.

  Daddy pushes his thick cock over my tongue as I wrap my lips around his shaft. I work my saliva all over, making a mess. I pull off and stroke him as Daddy glares down. I kiss his balls like he taught me and run my fingers around his cock head. Daddy puts his hands on his waist.

  “Good girl.”

  I take him again to the back of my throat, choking a little, breathing in Daddy’s manly scent. He cums with a grunt and his seed spills out in hot spurts.

  “Swallow every drop, baby girl. I want to know when I cum that it’s going inside you.”

  I do as I’m told, swallowing everything Daddy gave me. The heat of his cum going down my throat makes me moan with pleasure.

  I smile and pout my lips, knowing I’m the only girl in his life now, and that despite his gruffness, Daddy always lets me do what I want. After all, he let me work for him didn’t he? I only have to please him like he wants.

  Daddy eyes my pussy again, but he controls himself. He told me in the pickup that he wants to cum first, before he takes care of my pussy. With his edge off, he won’t get any dirty thoughts, like shoving his big cock into me.

  Dirtier thoughts, I guess.

  “Turn around and put your hands on the desk. Show me your cunt.”

  I obey, and my tummy tightens with excitement. This will be my first orgasm of the day. I haven’t cum since last night while I straddled Daddy’s lap, rubbing against his cock like we’ve been doing for weeks. Daddy still has that camera in my bedroom. He makes sure I don’t touch myself at night.

  “Are you ready for your reward, Rosie?”

  “Yes, Daddy!”

  He grabs my ass as his tongue shoves into my entrance. Daddy suckles my sopping folds as he slides in and out. A finger circles my clit. Another rubs the rim of my asshole. I arch and buck back, and my pleasure surges. Daddy pinches my aching bud with his tongue rolling inside me. My pleasure sharpens and I cry out, gushing over his mouth.

  Daddy slaps my ass, licking up my juices. “That’s a good girl.”

  I gasp. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  We clean up and put on our tool belts. I have no idea what anything does, except the hammer and screwdriver. But Daddy smiles at me as we walk out to the construction site, a half-finished house.

  “Baby steps, Rosie.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  The other workers avoid me like the plague. Though they steal glances when Daddy has his eyes turned, which isn’t often. He makes me follow him everywhere. Whether we’re adding drywall or nailing planks, Daddy eyes me like a hawk. When there’s no one around, he’d always rub up against me, growling and squeezing my ass, or he’d slide his hand under my shorts to massage my pussy.

  My whole body hums. I can’t even hammer a nail into the wall without my hands shaking. Daddy won’t let me use a nailgun. He says I could hurt myself, but I suspect he wants to watch my curves jiggle when I swing the hammer.

  Ugh! He’s insatiable.

  Two hours in, Daddy gets a call. He pecks me on the lips and says he’ll be right back. “Punch in this last row of nails, baby girl. Nothing fancy. Just like I showed you.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  I work my way down the nails, feeling bored already. There’s a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see a gorgeous olive-skinned hunky god with a brilliant smile.

  “The name is Emilio,” he says.

  “Oh.” I blush. Daddy was rubbing my pussy when the call came in, and my blood is pumping hot. “Rosie. Emilio—is that Spanish?”

  “Portuguese. It’s fine, I get that a lot. Your father is a real boss man, yes?”

  “Y-Yep.”

  Emilio smiles again. “If you want help, I am around the corner.”

  “Sure.”

  He throws me a glance as he walks away.

  I bite my lip and smack my butt for him.

  “Rosie!”

  I spin around to find Daddy frowning. He looks past me to see Emilio frozen midstep.

  “Eh, Boss, I was just—”

  “Don’t worry about it,” Daddy says. “Get back to work.”

  Emilio rushes out.

  “You can’t stay out of trouble for five minutes, Princess? And the nails aren’t done, I see.”

  “Daddy, nothing happened!”

  “Hm.” He steps close and tips my chin up. “What did I say about flirting with my guys, baby girl?”

  “I wasn’t flirting,” I huff.

  Daddy squeezes my rear making me moan. “You were showing him this ass. I saw that smack, baby girl. You horny? Don’t lie to me.”

  “You know I am,” I hiss. “You keep touching me.”

  “I’ll have to discipline you later.” He runs his thumb along my lip, his eyes hungry and possessive. “You’ve been a bad girl.”

  I feel a pang of dread.

  And excitement.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  At noon, the work crew breaks for lunch, leaving Daddy and me alone in the half-built house. He brings out a lunchbox packed with our sandwiches. I eat in a hurry while Daddy takes his time. We have an hour to ourselves.

  “Take off your tool belt,” Daddy growls. “Put your hands on the wall.”

  I do as I’m told, and Daddy stands behind me. He slides my feet apart as he squeezes my ass. Two sharp slaps land each cheek, jiggling my flesh. I moan and I hear him
grunting.

  “You’re mine, baby girl.”

  I feel his tongue sliding up and down my slit. A finger squeezes into my asshole and another rubs at my clit. My orgasm surges, but I know better than to cum without Daddy’s permission.

  His zipper slides down.

  “What are you doing?” I moan.

  “Something I should’ve done weeks ago.”

  “Daddy?”

  “I’m making you mine, baby girl. No more waiting. No more teasing. We’re moving on to the next stage of your training. You’re going to learn how to use your pussy like a woman.”

  “Wait!”

  The tip of his cock is already sliding between my folds. Daddy growls. He leans back, squeezing my ass. “Don’t be afraid, Rosie. I’ll make you feel good. Daddy’s going to make you cum hard even when he punishes you.”

  “I want to see you, Daddy. It’s my first time. You can’t do it like this.”

  He takes a deep breath then slaps my ass hard, but he listens. Daddy turns me around. “Lie down, baby girl.”

  I get on my back, and Daddy pulls my shorts off. He opens my blouse and grabs two handfuls of my breasts, squeezing roughly. He pulls my panties aside.

  “This is the sexiest little pussy I’ve ever seen. I’m coming inside you, Princess.”

  I look into Daddy’s handsome face, and I know there’s nothing I can do to stop him. The last of my fears burn away when I glance down to see his beautiful hard cock. Massive and thick, throbbing with power. I need to feel my daddy’s cock inside me, marking me as his forever.

  “I love you, baby,” Daddy growls. “I wanted to wait until you were older, but you’re too fucking much. This slutty virgin pussy makes my cock ache. I’m making you mine, baby girl.”

  His eyes are crazed with lust, and his voice shakes. I’ve never seen him this way. “Daddy . . . you didn’t need to wait.” I bite my lip and raise my hips just high enough to slide my folds against the underside of his cock. “I love you too.”

  “I know, baby girl.”

  His eyes soften for an instant as his hand glides over my thighs. Then Daddy’s gaze settles on my slit, and he sets his jaw. He guides his cock to my entrance and slides just an inch into me, deep enough for my lips to wrap around Daddy’s tip. Daddy tests me, and I feel only the slightest discomfort. When he pulls back, the crown of his cock glistens with my wetness.

  The love fades from his eyes, replaced with hard lust.

  Daddy grabs my hips and lines up his cock. “Is your slutty little girl hole ready to be punished?”

  “Yes,” I moan.

  With one thrust, Daddy slams into my tight pussy.

  I thought I was ready. I thought my dildo had prepared me for what a real penis feels like, but I scream. And Daddy holds his hand over my mouth, leaning down. The sudden pain shocks through my tummy. Daddy’s so much thicker, and he’s only in halfway. He reaches down to rub my clit, and as my walls stretch, pleasure washes out the pain. Heat crashes through my belly.

  For a moment we hold still. Daddy on top of me, his cock buried in my body. I writhe as my walls adjust, my legs clamped tightly around his hips.

  Slowly, Daddy takes his hand off my mouth. He smothers me with a kiss. I whimper, moaning for him, and an agonizing orgasm builds in my channel.

  “That’s a good girl,” Daddy whispers in my ear. He thrusts again, his balls touching my asshole. “I’m proud of you, baby, taking my whole cock.”

  “It feels so big, Daddy. So good.”

  “I know it does. Daddy knows what his little girl needs.”

  My walls clench tighter, and I feel my orgasm at the edge. “I’m going to cum, Daddy. Please give me permission to cum. Please!”

  He grits his teeth. “Fuck! Say that again, baby. You sound so fucking hot begging me to cum.”

  I suck in a deep breath, Daddy’s demand turning me on even more. Every muscle tightens inside me. “May your little girl cum for you?”

  “Slut,” he says. “Say slut.”

  “Oh god.”

  “Say it,” he growls. “Look at me.”

  I stare straight into Daddy’s eyes. “May your little slut cum on your cock?”

  “Yes.”

  I let go and shudder with orgasm, burning with pleasure white hot. My body twists as my walls pulse, and Daddy has to muffle my mouth again as I jerk under his body. I moan into his palm, my pussy squeezing Daddy’s thick cock. A moment later he grunts out his release, flooding me with hot seed, his hand slipping off my mouth.

  “Daddy!” I cry.

  “It’s okay, baby. Don’t you worry. You be a good girl and take Daddy’s gift.”

  Our bodies lock together, our cream squelching inside me. Daddy heaves against me and forces his cock to the roof my vagina, pushing his cum to my deepest place.

  I run my hands down the rippling muscles of his back. I soak in Daddy’s hard scent. Seconds pass before our bodies settle.

  Tremors roll through my body as Daddy pulls out with a moan. He squeezes each of my breasts then kisses me hard.

  “I love you, baby.”

  As Daddy’s cum trickles out of me, it hits me at last that the man who raised me not only took my virginity, he took it raw. Daddy came inside me, and his cum is soaking into my womb. I sit up and look at the sticky mess between my thighs, suddenly embarrassed.

  Voices grow louder outside. The other men are coming back from lunch.

  Daddy wipes the cum and sawdust from my skin, and he helps me dress. Our mingled juices dampen the inside of my shorts. I wish he’d let me wear panties. I’m still flushed and breathing fast. And a little mad now that I’m thinking clearly.

  He fucked me on a floor in a half-built house. I pout and shoot him a glare.

  “Don’t give me that look,” Daddy says. He kisses my throat. “I felt how hard you came, little girl. How wet you were.”

  “You said no orgasms during work hours,” I remind him.

  He scowls. “You were too much, baby. Daddy couldn’t resist.”

  “Everything okay, boss?” Emilio asks, his head poking through the door frame.

  I blush hotly and look away.

  “Yeah,” Daddy says. “Had lunch with my daughter.”

  I meet Emilio’s gaze and shrug. He walks in and says he needs to have a word with Daddy about some broken tool.

  “Give us a sec,” Daddy tells me.

  “Sure.” As I walk out, I glance over my shoulder and smack my ass for them both.

  Emilio looks shocked.

  “Rosie,” Daddy barks. “Stop right there!”

  I gulp and turn around.

  Daddy walks over calmly, his face a mask. “Didn’t we talk about inappropriate gestures at work?”

  “Yeah we did, Daddy. I guess you’ll have to remind me when we get home.”

  “I’ll do that.”

  ◆◆◆

  It’s getting late. I’m starting to feel sore from my first day at work. But I sit perfectly still on my stool like Daddy told me. He’s upstairs working on something in his bedroom. I can hear a drill and hammering.

  I’m nude, hands on my lap.

  On our way home, Daddy took the long way, stopping downtown at an adult toy store. He bought something. I didn’t know what until we came home, and he showed me the bullet-shaped vibrator.

  After dinner, Daddy stripped me bare and put a towel on the stool. He made me sit and spread my legs. He studied me for a while, silent and stern, and then he tucked the vibrator into my pussy and left it on at the lowest setting.

  “Do not cum,” he growled. “If you do, I will punish you harder.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I said in a hurry, eager for my punishment. Anxious to see how long I can last. I didn’t think a tiny vibrator would make me orgasm after Daddy’s big cock, but Daddy knew me too well.

  The bullet inside me buzzes softly, just next to my spot. I’m drenched, my clit a hard bud. The towel is only a little wet, but—and Daddy knows this I’m sure—if I cum, it�
�ll get a lot wetter.

  I hear footsteps and sit up straight.

  Moments later, his finger runs down my spine. “It’s finished, baby girl.”

  “What is?”

  “You’ll see.” He walks around, already naked, cock erect. He rubs my clit making me moan. “Get up.”

  I wobble off the stool and stand at attention. Daddy kisses my nipples before he checks the towel. He rubs the small wet spot and sniffs it. He checks my pussy before he pulls out the small vibe shiny with my juices.

  “Good girl. I see you were able to control yourself.”

  “Thank you, Daddy.” Just barely, I kept from coming. I glance at his hard cock. The night is far from over. “What now?”

  Daddy takes my hand and walks me upstairs to his bedroom. I spot the change at once. He’s nailed a bar under one of the windowsills. The bar is waist-high and about the width of my shoulder. Daddy’s belt is on the bed.

  “Put your hands on the bar,” Daddy says. “Spread your feet and show me your cunt.”

  My belly quakes, but I do as I’m told. I hold the rough wood as Daddy paces behind me. I hear the belt jangle as he picks it up.

  “Are you my little slut?” he asks.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Were you a naughty girl today?”

  “Y-Yes.”

  “What happens to a naughty little girl who doesn’t listen to her daddy?”

  “They get punished.”

  “That’s right.”

  The first lash cracks off my buttocks making me yelp. Daddy spanks me with his belt, just hard enough to sting and jiggle my cheeks. Fire streaks my rear as the belt whistles through the air.

  His punishment makes me wetter, and my nipples harden into pebbles. Again and again the belt whips over my ass.

  I’m dripping by the time Daddy counts to twenty-five. My bottom is on fire, and I moan. I must be red back there. Then I feel a wet kiss on each buttock.

  “Daddy’s going to train you hard, baby girl.”

  “Train me as what?” I moan.

  He bends over me, his rock hard cock bending against the cleft of my ass. “You know what, Princess. You know and you fucking love it.” He rubs the hot moisture between my thighs. “This little cunt loves it.”