Educating My Young Mistress (3 page)

“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 you 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, h
e 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.

As the pain subsided a little, I looked down at his dick n
early halfway inside me. He started pressing into me further now. His ridged shaft disappeared inside my soft body inch by thick and hard inch. My pussy lips spread to receive it. My blood seeped down onto his heavy looking testicles.

My once virgin pleasure box opened to my violator, trembling as he tore me fully apart, making me a woman. The smile on Mr. Prescott’s face told me he was really enjoying my pain.

It took six
or seven more thrusts before Mr. Prescott was into me to his balls.

I
froze and was silent. Mr. Prescott pulled out a little and then pushed back in. My face showed my pain, but my cunt was giving into the invader as he thrust faster and faster. After a few minutes, the pain subsided and I found that, without even meaning to, I was pushing back to meet every one of his thrusts.

"Yesssss!" he grunted as the pain from his thick cock
stretching the walls of my pussy continued to lessen. “You have one perfect pussy, Tina. We’re going to do this some more.”

He
slid deeper into me, forcing himself into my tight hole.

"Don't you like it?" he inquired
as he continued thrusting his cock up into my fertile womb.

I should have said no. I should have told this sicko to get off me. But while my mind was telling me to say these things, my mouth was already saying,
"Yes, but we shouldn't."

“You know you want more,” he said between thrusts this time. “You know you want to cum.”

Instead of responding to his prompt, I began working my hips in time with the sliding of Raven’s dad’s diamond-hard cock. I hated to admit it, but I was really beginning to enjoy the slip-sliding feel of his penis rubbing against the walls of my tight pussy.

His hands roved over my breasts, feeling my hard nipples against his palm. His lips met mine and he kissed me again, forcing his tongue into my mouth. This time I let him do it without protest.

I was on the verge of cumming once again when he stopped his thrusts. I almost cried out for him to keep going, but before I could say anything, he pulled out and flipped me over onto my stomach again, pulling me up onto my knees.

His
hands wound through my long, blonde hair. Holding tightly to it, he pulled back, causing my back to arch as he rammed his rod back into me again. I began, grunting from the thrusts as his hips smacked hard into my ass. He hammered into my cunt steadily and deeply, crushing our bodies together.

He tried to bur
y himself deeper into me, pushing my body into the mattress, but then yanking me back up to my knees by my hair. Then he started rapidly pounding into me, it still hurt but now it was mixed with what I knew would actually be the ultimate climax. It was already starting to ripple through my body.

Mr. Prescott,
slammed his cock into me even faster now, and I knew it was going to be over very soon.

Then
suddenly, almost without warning, I came hard. My hips bucked, pushing harder against his invading dick, allowing it to get that extra half-inch into me. My hands clenched the sheets so hard, I almost ripped them right off the bed as wave after wave of the most mind-blowing orgasm washed over me.

A few seconds later,
I felt the warmth of a man's semen flooding through my pussy, and I knew that Mr. Prescott had finally cum as well.

For a moment, I worried that I might have just gotten pregnant. After all, I wasn’t on the pill, and Mr. Prescott hadn’t bothered with a condom. I was also at the point in my cycle where it was a very good possibility of getting pregnant. But soon those worries were washed away with exhaustion, and I collapsed onto the bed, and promptly passed out.

I woke up some time later in the dark, to the feel of a naked body leaning atop me. Something long and hard was sliding between my ass cheeks. It took me a few moments to remember exactly where I was, and what had happened to me.

I assumed that the naked skin pressed firmly against my ass belonged to Mr. Prescott, but it was dark, and I couldn’t turn over to look.

A few second passed, with the hard item between my cheeks sliding easily against me, before I realized that it was also kind of slimy.

Mr. Prescott must have realized I was awake now, because he leaned down next to my ear and whispered. “Relax. I lubed it all up so it will go in easier.”

I didn’t know what he was talking about. He’d already been inside me, and I could feel his cum and my wetness still inside my pussy, so I was already pretty slick. What did he need lube for?

My mistake was realized a half-second before it happened.

I screamed in agony as he forced his cock deep into my bowels, stretching my virgin anus until I thought it would tear apart. My slender eighteen-year-old body shook and jerked, trying to get his large shaft to dislodge. But the effort was futile. Mr. Prescott had me firmly pinned down to the bed. No amount of fighting was going to stop him now.