Her Father, My Master: Mentor (3 page)

He suddenly laughed, and I felt very stupid.  “Are you coming on to me?” he bluntly asked.  I wanted to shrink into nothing, melt into a goo and disappear between the floor boards, right at that moment.  I was an idiotic girl-child for thinking I could possibly pull this off.

“I-uh-I, no.  It was just a question,” I said, reverting to my stammering self around him.  This was never going to work.

But then he took me by surprise, yet again.  He grabbed my slender arms in his strong hands, and confidently turned in a circle, pinning me against the nearest wall.  “You’ve grown so much, since I first met you,” he said softly.  “How old are you, now?”

“18.”  I was barely able to breath out that word.  I knew what was on his mind, if he was asking that question.

“Ahh…”  He lifted a hand and stroked my hair back, revealing my long, pale neck now.  “And, you are coming on to me.  Don’t lie, Krystal.”  He firmly, but not painfully squeezed my arms now, and I mutely nodded.  This was happening so fast.  I wondered if I was truly ready.  And his entire demeanor had changed, from the moment I started hitting on him.  Before, he was congenial and fatherly.  But now, he was like a predator, his focus honed to a razor sharp point on his prey.  Me.

Mr. Hendricks smiled slightly, and then dipped his head to kiss my neck.  They were soft, light kisses, like the fluttering of a bird’s wings against my skin.  “Have you ever been with a man, Krystal?” he asked, his head still buried in my hair.

“No,” I gasped.  His confidence, his maturity, how sure he was about himself was turning me on like nothing else.  Every thought of revenge was slipping out of my mind, and I found myself wanting to be with him, just for the sake of being with him.  I squeezed my legs together as I felt that familiar hot pulse course through my vulva, centered on my clit.  Even though I couldn’t feel myself with a hand, I knew I was growing moist down there.  Soon, I would be dripping wet.

“Do you want to be?”  He pulled away now, looking at me sternly.  I nodded, wide eyed, my body trembling slightly.  It was all I could do to keep from throwing myself against him.  I wanted him, badly.

He laughed, a short, light chuckle.  “You’ve grown up so much, Krys.” 

I blushed and looked downwards.  That’s when I noticed his erection tenting his work slacks.  He was huge.  I chanced a teasing play of words.  “You have, too.”

Mr. Hendricks looked down at himself, and without warning, he was on me.  We both franticly and passionately kissed each other, and his hands were running up and down my sides, his thumbs just barely brushing against my breasts. 

I gasped and moaned into his mouth when he brazenly took my small breasts into his hands, his thumbs now rubbing against my nipples, pressing on them through my bra and the thin fabric of the shirt.  My whole body was on fire, and every touch of his was electric, etched into my skin.

He finally pulled his head away from me.  I could see another question on his lips, before he even spoke it.  “Have you ever sucked a cock,” he murmured.  The way he said it made me feel like he was proposing to me.  I nodded, breathless.  “I mean,” he paused for emphasis, “a real man’s cock.”

I shook my head now.  I had sucked cock before, but only a couple of high school boys.  That was the furthest I’d ever gone with anyone.  Mr. Hendricks was now wrapping his arms around my head, and gently urging me downwards.  I complied eagerly, knowing exactly what he wanted.  My heart was beating in my throat.  Though I’d done this before, I didn’t want to be bad for him.  I already knew that whatever happened tonight, I wanted more of him.  Much more.

I crouched down to the ground, kneeling in front of him, and he snaked his hands over to his burgeoning trousers, unbuttoning and unzipping them for me.  I wrapped my hands around his legs tentatively.  I didn’t want to make a wrong move, not now, not when I was so close to him.  Soon, his mammoth of a cock was freed, along with his heavy balls, and it hung mere inches from my face.

He was huge.  Far larger than Joey, or Brad.  He had a cock like the ones I’ve seen in some porn.  Maybe not quite as large, but this was a real man’s cock.

I eagerly dove for the tip, but he stopped me, tipping my head upwards, looking down at me.  “Are you sure about this?” he said softly.  I nodded.  I was never more certain of anything in my life.

It was good that he stopped me, though.  Instead of diving straight in now, I realized I should tease him.  My hands gripped the fabric of his slacks as I kissed his balls, mouthing at them lightly.  I could feel the muscles in his thighs and ass flex, his entire body tensing as I teased him with my lips and tongue.  His member gave a huge throb, but he didn’t force himself on me.  He let me go at my own pace.

Soon, I was kissing up his shaft, from the root to the very tip.  I’d read that the underside of the tip was the most sensitive area, so I gave it an experimental lick.  Mr. Hendricks moaned and tensed at that, one of his hands now gripping my hair, his fingers digging into my scalp.

“Oh, that’s good,” he murmured.  My confidence bolstered by those words, I finally took that massive throbbing shaft into my mouth.  Sticky drops of pre-come had already leaked out of his tip, and I licked them up greedily.  He tasted heavenly.  It was like his pre was pure, concentrated maleness, thick and heavy and musky.  I delighted in the sensation of his cock against my lips.  The skin was soft and veined, but underneath was the indomitable rock hardness of his masculinity.  I loved every inch of him.

Mr. Hendricks now had a hand on the wall, and he was thrusting ever so lightly against me.  I knew he was holding back, I knew he was trying to be polite.  I could feel his body shake with desire for release under my hands, taut as a bowstring.  I had to get him there.  I knew I did.

I pulled a hand upwards, and grabbed his thick, spit-slickened shaft, gripping it tightly.  I pursed my lips together as firmly as I could, and began to bob my head, slowly at first.  Mr. Hendricks gave another groan, and I could feel his pulsing rod give another twitch in my mouth.  God, I needed his come, I needed to taste him, have those pearly drops of semen filled my mouth up.  I pressed my tongue against the underside of his dick, and pumped faster.

Mr. Hendricks was bucking wildly now, and the only thing keeping him from choking me was that fact that my hand was wrapped around his throbbing shaft.  He was so big, my mouth couldn't possibly take all of him in.  But I wanted to, I wanted to badly.  I wanted to feel him inside me.  I wanted this thick cock of his sinking into my virgin pussy.  I wanted to feel him fill me up completely, with his dick, and then his come.

I moaned with need around him, and he answered with a moan of his own.  I knew he was trying to keep it down, so Maddie wouldn't hear us.  The tiny part of my brain that cried for revenge willed him to be louder, but I quashed that portion of my psyche down easily.  I didn't want this to end, I never wanted it to end.

But it had to come to an end eventually.  Mr. Hendricks was thrusting spastically against my abused mouth, rocking his hips back and forth erratically.  And then, without even a warning, he came inside my mouth, his rod pulsing as spurt after spurt of spunk filled my mouth, and slid down my throat.

It was almost too much for me.  I gagged, nearly choking on the sheer amount of come, but I swallowed it down.  I knew it would please him, and I wanted to do nothing more than please him.

After a few more spastic jerks, he began to calm down, petting my hair with the hand that was gripping it tightly just a few moments before.  "That's a good girl," he murmured quietly.  I almost didn't hear him.  "Stand up," he said, and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me off his dick and hauling me upwards.  I whimpered.  I wanted that dick in mouth until then end of time.

He seemed unstoppable.  He was already pressing me against the wall, his still hard cock pushing into my belly.  "You are quite the naughty little thing, Krystal," he said and his fingers fumbled at the button of my jeans.  Soon, he had them undone though, and he was roughly thrusting his hand downwards, underneath my panties.  He cupped my pubic mound with his hand, and smiled.  "I know you want more."

I nodded.  "So much more," I whispered, barely audible myself.

"Well," he continued, as one of his fingers pushed its way between the folds of my drenched pussy, "I don't think it would be prudent to do anything now, because of-"  He jerked his head upwards.  Right then, his thick finger found my clit, and pressed down.  Hard.  I nearly swooned, falling to the ground from the overwhelming stimulation, but he caught me in his other arm.  "I do know
Madison
will be out of the house from 7 to 9 tomorrow, however."

“Yes… yes.”  I nodded again, furiously.  I needed this.  I needed him.  My pussy felt achingly empty, and I needed him to fill it.

He leaned down to kiss me again, his finger wandering in the folds of my slick vulva.  Then agonizingly, he pulled away, salaciously sucking his drenched digit.  “What did you come down here for?” he asked.

“You,” I said, and he laughed, stepping close to me again.  I could feel the heat of his body warming my own.

“I know,” he said.  “But certainly you didn’t tell
Madison
that, did you?”

“Oh!” I said, and blushed, understanding what he meant now.  “I forgot my book in the kitchen.”

He leaned down now, murmuring in my ear once again.  “Go get your book.  When you go back upstairs,
Madison
will want to know what took you so long.  Tell her you were asking me a question about your schoolwork.”  He chuckled now, a deep throaty chuckle that sent a shiver straight up my spine.  “Tell her we were talking about wave-particle duality.  That will confuse her.”

I nodded obediently, and went to get my book.  Before I could make it past him and up the stairs, he grabbed my arm and pulled my close one more time.  “Don’t forget.  Be here tomorrow. 
7pm
, sharp.  That’s an order.”

I gulped.  “Yes, sir.”

“Sir… I like that,” he said with a smile, and gave me a light slap on the bottom before sending me on my way.

I could hardly think.  I’d never expected this to happen.  This was just supposed to be a one-time thing, and I would have my revenge on Maddie.  But it was turning into so, so much more.  Mr. Hendricks was nothing like any of the boys at school.  He knew exactly what he wanted, and he just took it from me.  I felt a throbbing pulse course through my body as I neared Maddie’s door.  I had to get out here.  I had to get home so I could give myself that release that my body was so badly craving.

But even more, I needed to be here again, tomorrow.  I needed Mr. Hendricks.

Maddie eyed me strangely when I stepped into her room, and I knew why.  I was breathing hard, and my eyes were flitting about, like I was expecting some sort of attack to come.

“What’s up with you?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.  “Why were you gone so long?”

I tried to compose myself.  I utterly forgot that I was supposed to be mad at her.  To be honest, my anger at her was fast dwindling, in the face of what had just happened.  There were so many more important things in the world.  Like Mr. Hendricks.  “I stopped to ask your dad a question.”  My heart gave a jump at those very words.  “About schoolwork,” I added lamely.

“Uh huh,” Maddie said, suspicious.

I couldn’t stay here.  I could barely even concentrate, and I knew the longer I stayed the more suspect my behavior would become.  I started to gather up my things.  “I have to go,” I said.  “I forgot I have some chores that I need to finish.”

“Okay.”  I could see her skepticism written on her face, but she didn’t question me.  “See you at school, I guess?”

“Yeah.”  I stuffed my books in my bag, and walked out her door now.  “See you then.”

I raced down the stairs, half hoping to see Mr. Hendricks again, but he wasn’t around.  My heart dropped a bit at that, but I reassured it.  I would see him again tomorrow.

Tomorrow.  I had to get home, as soon as possible.

Maddie’s house was reasonably close to my own, and I made it home in record time.  My parents were nowhere in sight, thank God.  They were the last people I wanted to see right now, with what I had on my mind.  I ran up the stairs to my bedroom, and shut the door, locking it tight.  I needed release, and I needed it now.

I fumbled through the drawer of my nightstand, and pulled out my prize.  A small, vibrating dildo.  I remembered when I bought the thing off of Amazon a few months ago.  I was terrified that my parents would open it before I got home from school, or the words ‘SEX TOY’ would be emblazoned in capital letters across every surface of the brown cardboard box.  But I was safe, and it was the best purchase I’d ever made.

Now, I stripped down, discarding my shirt, shorts, and absolutely drenched panties on the floor.  My pussy was achingly empty, and I needed to fill it with something.  I wished desperately it could be Mr. Hendricks’ thick cock, but this would have to do in the meantime.

I fingered the smooth surface of the dildo as I lay down in my bed.  I had gone for one of the realistic ones, and this was flesh-colored, 6 inches and thick.  I held the thing over my face, remembering what I’d just done to Mr. Hendricks, wishing it was him that was hovering over me right now.  I took the tip of that dildo in my mouth, and moaned softly.  God, he was so hot.  I needed him again.