Sarah stared up at the ceiling as her friend Michelle rambled on. Michelle paced the room, talking endlessly about the dresses she had in her hands, but Sarah wasn’t listening. All she could think of was the study at the far end of the hallway. Not just the study, but the person inside it.

Michelle’s father, Brandon.

Heat rushed through her as she remembered their last session. Brandon had tied her hands while he fucked her from behind. The sweet torture of being unable to touch him while he teased her with his cock was so intense that when she orgasmed, she squirted for the first time. All she wanted now was for Michelle to leave so she could go back for more. She needed to get fucked as often as possible before returning to college the following week.

“Sarah!”

Sarah blinked once, then turned on the bed to look at Michelle, who was standing a few feet away from her.

“Yeah?” she asked as she sat up on the bed.

“You haven’t been listening to me, have you?”

“I’m sorry….” Sarah sighed. “I just zoned out for a second. What were you saying?”

Michelle sighed, rolling her eyes as she tucked the dresses back into her closet. Sarah turned her gaze to the wall clock. It was a few minutes after four, and Michelle would leave for her dance lessons any minute now.

Minutes later, Michelle left the house. Sarah waited on the porch for a minute to make sure Michelle wasn’t coming back. When she was satisfied, she walked back into the house. She didn’t return to Michelle’s room. Instead, she headed for the study.

Michelle’s dad, Brandon, looked up as Sarah closed the door behind her.

“Is she gone?” he asked as he pulled off his glasses and placed them on the table.

“Yes,” Sarah said quietly, fiddling with her hands.

Brandon rose from his seat and walked around the table to stand before her. He was well-built for a man in his late fifties. He had grey hair, which showed no signs of balding. He had some age lines around his forehead and under his coal-black eyes, which were alit with lust.

“Come here,” he ordered.

Sarah promptly obeyed. She closed the distance between them; then looked up to meet his gaze. He placed his hand on her shoulder, sliding it up to cup her chin.

“You look beautiful today,” he said as he used his thumb to stroke her chin. He dropped his hand from her chin to her shoulder, brushing his palm over her shirt.

“Take it off.”

Sarah obliged and pulled off her green blouse, revealing her black cotton bra. She looked at Brandon again and saw the scowl on his face.

“I told you to wear a black lacy bra.”

“I’m sorry, Master. I couldn’t…”

Brandon held his hand up, gesturing for her to keep silent.

“You disobeyed me,” he said sternly, walking a few steps from the table. “Looks like I have to punish you.”

Sarah gulped as she watched him unbuckle his belt.

“Take off your pants, and lean on the table.”

She quickly obliged. The excitement of getting punished started to overwhelm her. Stepping out of her black skinny jeans, she leaned against the table. Brandon stepped closer. Then he turned the belt around his wrist. He struck her lightly on her ass cheek, and she gasped in shock. The light sting spread throughout her entire body, even to the tip of her fingers.

She shuddered as she braced herself for the next spanking. Brandon lashed her four more times before pulling her away from the table. He pushed her to her knees. Sarah licked her lips in anticipation as his pants fell. She reached out to stroke his bulge over the fabric of his boxers. Brandon tucked his fingers into the side of his boxers and stepped out of them.

“Suck my cock,” he said.

Sarah wrapped her hands around his thick shaft. Although she’d done this a million times, she still got awestruck by the size of his cock. She leaned in closer, then slipped it into her wet mouth.

“That’s good… just like that,” Brandon grunted as she bobbed her head gently around his thickness.

She swirled her tongue around his tip, lapping up the drop of precum that gathered there. Stroking him from base to tip, she ran her tongue around his shaft. She parted her lips, trying to take him deeper into her throat.

Brandon put his hand on her shoulder, gesturing for her to stop. She rose from her knees, waiting eagerly for her next orders. Brandon leaned in to kiss her neck, and she moaned softly. She placed her hand on his chest, sliding it lower and lower, but Brandon grabbed her wrist just before she could wrap her hand around his stiff length.

“That’s enough. Don’t touch me,” he said hoarsely.

In a split second, he grabbed her waist, then turned her around, pushing her to the table. He came up behind her, spanking her ass as she struggled to hold on to the edge.

“You’re my slave,” he whispered into her ear. “You don’t touch me unless I order you to.”

Grabbing her ass, he unclasped her bra. He turned her around one more time and pulled off the bra. She shuddered in pleasure as he dropped his face to take one of her breasts in her mouth.

“Fuck,” she moaned as she arched her back. She wanted to comb her hands into his hair but stopped and leaned back to clutch the table instead. Brandon slid his hand up to grab her other boob, squeezing gently. Her knees bucked, and she bit her lips as he flicked his fingers over her nipple. He slid his other hand lower to her navel, then lower.

Sarah gasped softly as his fingers slid into her panties. He rubbed her slick pussy lips, then slipped one finger into her.

“Oh my…yes…” she groaned as she threw her head back. She rocked her hips against his finger, still trying to fight the urge to wrap her arms around him.

Brandon pulled down her panties, inspecting her clean-shaven pussy for a moment. He reached into his shirt pocket for a condom and rolled it over his length.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said, wrapping his hands around his waist. He lifted her and placed her on the desk, forcing her legs apart. “And I don’t want to hear a sound from you.”

Sarah adjusted on the table and shuddered as Brandon slipped his length into her wet cunt.

Sarah bit her lips furiously, trying hard to stifle the moan almost escaping her throat. She rocked her hips against his cock, matching his pace as he started to thrust into her with more urgency. He slid his hand to her neck and pulled out his twitching cock.

“You have a tight little pussy,” he muttered, positioning the tip of his cock against her pussy lips before thrusting into her. 

Sarah felt her insides convulse as he increased the pace of his thrusts. Her eyes rolled backward, and she gritted her teeth while clutching tightly to the edge of the table. Brandon dropped his hand from her neck, sliding down her breasts to her soft folds. His fingers found her clit. He flicked it a few times and changed the angle of his thrusts, sending her flying off the edge. Sarah jolted sharply, her orgasm hitting her in waves. Her hips jerked, and her toes curled as she felt the pleasure sweep through her.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” Brandon groaned, pulling his cock out of her pussy. Sarah quickly leaped off the table, then fell to her knees. Brandon pulled off the condom, stroking himself feverishly. He turned to her just in time to spurt his warm load on her face.

“That was hot,” he grunted, spilling the rest of his cum on her hair and lips. When it was over, he walked over to pick up his pants. Putting them on, he turned to her.

“Get yourself cleaned up. We’ll do this again tomorrow.”