Educating My Young Mistress (2 page)

I got dressed in my pajamas, and then went to the door. I pressed my ear to it, making sure I didn’t hear anything. There wasn’t any noise coming from upstairs, so I slowly opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. There was no one there, thankfully.

Without hesitation, I went into Raven’s room and shut and locked the door behind me. Now, as long as I stayed in the room, there was no reason why Mr. Prescott would ever know I was there instead of his daughter.

Since I was pretty much stuck in the room for the rest of the night, I decided to make the most of it.
I pulled out Raven’s laptop and started browsing the internet. It seemed like I’d just gotten through checking my email when I heard a voice calling up the stairs.

“Raven, your mother’s on the phone! Come down here and talk to her.”

Oh crap! My heart started racing as I began to panic. Raven hadn’t said anything about this. What was I going to do? If she didn’t go down, her father would come up looking for her. But if I went down, he’d know she wasn’t here. Either way, it looked like her plan had completely fallen apart.

“Raven, did you hear me? Get down here!” His voice was more insistent this time, and I knew that I couldn’t just stay up here.

I gave serious consideration to just running down the stairs a
nd out the door, but I knew that it wouldn’t solve anything. So, steeling my nerves, I slowly go up and made my way out into the hallway again.

Slowly I walked down the stairs, taking only one at a time, hoping that the few extra seconds it took me would be time enough for some brilliant idea to come to my head. None did.

“She’s coming now,” Mr. Prescott said into the phone.

He stepped into view, looking up the stairs and he finally saw me. He froze in place, the phone still held up to his ear. I could already see the steam shooting out of his ears as he glared daggers at me.

“She’s going to have to call you back,” he said into the phone, and then hung up before he received a response.  He continued to look at me like he wanted to kill me. If he didn’t hate me before, he certainly did now. “Get down here.”

I didn’t move at first, and hoped that as he walked away from the bottom of the stairs that maybe I could still make an escape. But he walked to the front door and secured the deadbolt.

He looked up at me again and pointed. “In the living room. Now!”

I had to admit, I began crying. I was so scared of the trouble I was in for helping Raven out. I hesitated again, then I took a single tentative step down the stairs. Then another. Each one was harder than the one before as I got closer and closer to the living room, and Mr. Prescott.

His head came into view as he sat on the couch, facing the TV. He didn’t turn his head, but he seemed to know I was approaching him all the same. His voice couldn’t hold back his barely contained rage. “I want to know what is going on, and I want to know now.”

I
walked around the couch and was clearly nervous as I moved into his eyesight. “I-I’m sorry, Mr. Prescott. Raven just asked me to...”

“Where is Raven?” he asked, cutting me off.

The words slipped through my lips before I even knew what I was saying. “She’s out with a guy she met at college. She thought you would get mad and not let her go, so she snuck out and had me stay in her room.”

“And I suppose that was all your idea, wasn’t it, Tina?”

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.

Then, 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.