J Bradley - Discipline for daughter

He strode along the walk and under the trees and paused, looking at the small cottage. He swallowed, trying to think of the best way to put things to her. She might be behind it all. They were her subordinates. Maybe they were just following orders. In which case, she was responsible for Vera's wanting to leave. Then he'd let her know he knew it and that he was ready to go higher up to raise hell. If she didn't know what the two bitches were doing, then she should.

He sucked in his breath and headed for the cottage, his jaw set. He rapped on the door. It sounded to his ears like banging. When it opened, he stood there and stared, all the words flying off somewhere.

She wasn't in uniform. She wore a low-cut sundress, dazzingly bright yellow. She had her hair done in soft waves that made her look ten years younger, more feminine than he could have imagined. Her tits thrust at the halter of the sundress, and he could see they were braless. The nipples poked at the material plainly. She wore a low heeled sandal kind of shoe that tied around her trim ankles. A subtle, heady perfume wafted from her supple body and hooked into his nostrils and took his breath away. A delicate gold bracelet dangled from her wrist as she held the door and looked at him.

"C-uh-Cadet Cobb requesting permission to speak to the captain, Captain!" he bellowed in proper military fashion, snapping to attention.

There was a long pause. Could it be she hadn't heard him? He looked at her, feeling flustered. There was a slight smile on her full, red lips, and he couldn't help thinking how Goddamn beautiful she was.

"Come in, Frank," she said softly. "I was hoping you'd come."

She turned from the door, walking inside. He watched the fluid motion of her hips and ass under the skirt of the sundress. He noticed the halter straps had a simple tie at the top of her neck, that her entire back was bare. He closed the door and began following her through the small house, wondering where she was leading him. Maybe there was a porch in back or something.

When she walked into her bedroom and stopped by the bed and turned around to face him, he stood in the doorway, flustered as hell. He'd never been in a captain's bedroom before.

"Ma'am, I've got to inform you of something that," he started stiffly, sweat beginning to trickle from his armpit.

"Later, Frank," she said softly beckoning him into the room to stand in front of her.

Her eyes were deep blue. There was something hot and irresistible in them as she looked directly at him and reached up slowly to the nape of her neck and undid the halter tie. His own eyes bulged when she let the straps down, peeling the cups from her pointed tits. The garment hung from her waist.

"Don't make me give orders, Frank," she whispered breathily. "I'm tired of giving orders." She reached for the top, button of his shirt and began working her way down, sliding cool hands inside the gap and around to his back.

She stripped his shirt from him, making it slide down his arms. She looked at his chest, her eyes roaming over the young, muscular lines of it. She touched him, her eyes distant, as if remembering.

Then she slid her arms around him again and pressed her naked tits against him, the nipples burning into his hard flesh.

A soft expulsion of breath came from her parted lips. She looked ready to swoon or something. Her hips came forward, cupping his, her pussy mound now rubbing back and forth across the cock he couldn't keep from stiffening right then if his life depended on it.

"Captain Garner…" he said huskily, "I didn't…"

"Oh, Frank, shut up and fuck me," she breathed, hugging him tightly to her full, soft body.

"I thought you were supposed to be – oh, God…"

She pulled back slightly and smiled at him in an odd way, smoothing back a lock of hair from his forehead in a manner he'd have to call maternal.

"So did I. Frank," she said. "For too many years, I thought I was lez too. After you've fucked me, you can tell them we were all wrong."

"Oh, Ma'am," he groaned, his cock throbbing wildly now. He knew she could feel it pressing into her pussy mound.

"Later – there's something else you can call me, Frank later."

She drew him toward the bed. She lifted up on her toes and put her soft lips to his mouth, kissing him fully. She ran her tongue between his lips, wet, darting, hot. She unhooked his buckle and slid the zipper of his fly down and began pushing his pants over his hips and ass.

She didn't have to give him orders this time. He reached around her slender waist and undid the zipper of her skirt. The garment slid down over her firm butt cheeks and smooth hips and puddled at her feet.

"Oh, God – fuck me!" she moaned, falling back onto the bed, her knees lifting up and falling wide, her hips rising, her spine arching.

Frank looked at her body and nearly shot his load right then. Her cunt was bald! He stared at the wide-open oval of pink wetness and flew on top of her, feeling like a clumsy bastard.

"God, yes!" She grabbed his cock, testing the girth of it quickly with her fingers, aiming it toward her yearning hole. She put her hands on his ass and pulled inward, making his prick slither up her silken cunt in one slippery thrust. Her mind whirled, her hips circled, her hot cunt muscles squeezed down around the big prick and sucked it deeply into her body.

Vera arched her spine and felt her body shudder. His cock came in and in and in, as if it would never stop.

There'd been too many things up her pussy, fingers and toys and things, for there to be much of a cherry left in her. There was only a quick prick of pain and then nothing but a flood of sensation as she took her first hard male prick into her body.

"Ohhhh, God!" she cried. "You're fucking me! Don't fuck me! Oh, yes – harder! Make me come!"

"Ohhhh, so sweet, soft, slick!" he gasped, stretching inside her pussy, dipping down with his chest so that the tips of her nipples brushed stingingly, erotically across the hairs there.

His prick lay fully in her virginal pussy tunnel, soaking, tasting, feeling the sweet, delicate sensations of her cunt. Her pussy walls shivered and jittered all around the hard length of his prick, sucking and pulsing. Juice flowed from them, making a sea of lubrication for his throbbing prick. He moaned again, sliding backwards slightly, then forward, fucking her gently, tenderly.

Vera couldn't keep from going a little wild. She'd been right at the point of coming with the prick up her ass, and now this new one – and she could tell absolutely that he wasn't one of the two first ones – was being so tender and gentle and erotic with her heated body that she couldn't stop the sensations flooding through her from taking over.

She lifted her knees and threw her legs around his ass, locking her ankles again, willingly this time, without ropes. Her pussy opened wide, and she could feel his cock sink into her another inch. Her cunt lips bloated and puffed out around his hairy root, and she could feel them sucking at big prick wantonly.

Her mind was in a whirl. She rocked back and lay there and let his prick slide in and out of her cunt with increasing speed and fervor.

So this is what it's like to be fucked, she thought. This is what Sandy's been talking about all the time, trying to get her to do.

"Ahhhh, God – fuck me harder!" she cried. "Oh! Ow! My hands!"

Pain went through her shoulder. It made her aware that her hands were under the line of her spine, all cramped together, still tied at the wrists. She couldn't shift the ball it made of her fists that dug right into the small of her back.

"What?" he groaned, clearly hating the interruption.

"My hands are killing me. Oh, please untie them."

He paused, unsure. "This a trick?" His voice sounded funny – kind of strained, as if he were trying to disguise it.