Bully and the Brat

Following a YouTube tutorial, Anna carefully parted her hair down the middle. She twisted the right side with a claw clip, then continued as instructed on the left side with a braid. Her face was glowing after her skincare routine, and now she was priming her usually frizzy locks. Growing up, she couldn't afford to look cute, but now she was in her girly element with numerous bows and clips to go in her hair and a vault of make-up, skin creams, and lotions to shine like the feminine Goddess she wanted to be.

Anna was at peace, whispering lyrics to her favorite song as she weaved her long locks into place. She got halfway down the next braid before two loud voices from the bedroom shattered the calm.

"You should have thought about that before you asked me for 5 grand!" Jeff confronted a man whose voice came out in static waves via a heated phone call.

Abandoning her hairstyle, Anna leaned against the door as his voice blared. The guy yelled again, and Jeff retorted, spitting curses that flushed her tanned cheeks and spread tension across her shoulders.

"....This has nothing to do with her!" Jeff boomed, "THIS is about the money you owe me."

The mention of a woman set off a high alarm for Anna given her envious nature. Tired of holding her ear to the door, she curiously entered the bedroom.

Jeff sat on the edge of the bed, his head hung low while the man spoke his grievances in a more level tone.

"You can't hold that over my head. That was ten damn years ago," Jeff's attitude emerged like a thundercloud, igniting a surge of warmth in her chest, "What you're going to do NOW is give me my goddamn money!"

His demanding tone turned her on. Desire drapped her like an electric current as he told the guy off with a fiery expression. She twirled toward him on the bed with a playful air and scrunched her glossy brims for a kiss.

Jeff leaned in, honoring her with a light peck,

"Go." he rasped, nudging his head towards the door, "Go get ready for school."

"Nuh-" she pouted as the man rattled off another excuse, "Kiss me, Daddy."

"No," he spat into the phone, "I don't understand what that has to do with paying me back."

"Daddy," Anna rubbed his hairy thighs.

"Hold on," Jeff dismissed his conversation, "I said Hold on a damn minute."

His firm tone weakened her knees, and he leaned in to appease her with a gentle lip lock. Memorized by the wrinkles in his forehead, she shot her tongue out to explore his mouth. He was all in, matching her speed until the man fired off again and ruined their intimacy.

"I don't give a fuck. Stop making excuses. You will pay me what you owe me! And that's that.... What?" His voice boomed through the air, a potent vibration that resonated deep within her soul.

Backing away from his foul temperament, Anna walked into the bathroom and feigned a search through the cluttered drawer. She listened as much as she could, her fingers teasingly sifting through the mismatched array of clips.

Jeff had now taken the man off speaker phone and spoke in a whispered tone that unnerved her. When his voice grew fainter, she peeped in the bedroom and saw he had carried his conversation into the hallway. She grabbed a hair bow and quickly followed him, but he took a long stride into the kitchen.

"Daddy," she called.

His bare back flexed as he turned to face her and dismissed her with a wave.

Embarrassed by her neediness, Anna hurried into the guest bathroom, gently cracking the door open to catch a bit of the conversation. His voice faded. She heard the door shut and knew he was outside.

Anna quickly finished her hair, leaving flyaways against the left braid. After dressing in a hoodie and shorts, she went into the kitchen to fix a quick lunch.

Jeff emerged from the door, his face a mask of disgust, and walked to his bar. It was 8am, and she refused to allow his dependency..

"No," she pointed, "It's too early for that."

Jeff cocked his brow, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Anna dropped her finger, realizing he was going through something too intense to play with.

Jeff dismissed the need for a drink and mumbled curses on his walk down the hallway. Knowing alcohol would never solve his problems didn't stop the craving. If anything, it was the cause. Had he sobered up in the past, he would have never dealt with Todd for so long. He certainly wouldn't have introduced him to his brother, then perhaps he wouldn't be in this mess, or five thousand dollars short.

Jeff rushed into a black suit, an irritating vibration flowing through his jaw. He hated that Anna called him out, but he loved her too much to argue. Even though his face refused to allow his acceptance to show, he was tickled to return to the kitchen to a Cowboys lunchbox and a thermos of hot coffee.

"You didn't have to do this," Jeff lifted the top, "Where did you find this old thing?"

"Upstairs. It's cute."

"I appreciate it."

"It's no biggie," she smiled, "Did you take your pills?"

"I'm going to take them tonight," Jeff said, his expression refusing to soften.

"You can take the blood pressure medicine now, because it says it doesn't make you drowsy."

"How do you know that?" Jeff grabbed the bottle.

Anna was brave enough to approach him despite the sternness in his jaw. She yanked the bottle from his grasp and scanned the back label.

"Because if it did, it would say it on the back. It doesn't. So you can take it now, because you have more blood pumping during the day than at night."

Jeff chuckled, taking her precious bait, "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard, it does-"

"Take it!" Anna slapped the counter, "Oh my god, you always want to argue with me about everything, just take it, fuck."

Jeff chuckled at her outburst, "Fuck?"

Anna giggled her temper away, "Just take it and stop being difficult. You make me crazy when you don't listen to what I say."

"Now you know my pain."

"Whatever," Anna rolled her eyes and returned to the kitchen for her lunch bag, "I'll see you tonight, right?"

"Where else am I gonna be?"

"I don't know? A Bar?"

"Anna," Jeff laughed, "I come home to you every night, little girl."

"Come home early. Like before the sun goes down. Because I wanna cuddle, and I have to be up early tomorrow morning."

"Alright."

Anna held up her short finger, "Pinky-Promise."

Her small digit amused him enough to cross his large finger against hers. "Pinky promise?"

"It means you're serious!"

"I'll be here. Early, I promise." Jeff petted her head.

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Jeff was home early, but he wasn't there. He was in his own world, glued to his phone. Anna had never seen him so distracted and unavailable. Usually, she'd get an ass rub on the way down the hallway or a crude comment about her outfit. But she got a simple, 'hey,' when he walked in, and a lousy, 'it was good,' when he ate the food she prepared.

On the bed, Anna lay on her stomach opposite of him. She wiggled her toes and occasionally arched her body, revealing she had no panties on to conceal the moisture sweeping below. Still waiting for his touch, she clapped her feet, but he remained focused on his phone and the international football game on the television ahead.

"Are you okay?" Anna turned her head to ask.

Jeff looked over his phone and mumbled his well-being, "Mmhmm."

"You're not acting okay," Anna tossed her hair over her shoulder and cocked her ass so it peeked through her short nightie. She turned and stared at the television screen where tall men were kicking a soccer ball across a lime-green field. Waiting for him to act on her slutty attire wasn't cutting it, so she sat up for attention.

Dismissing his eyes from the phone, Jeff lifted his arm, allowing her in for a cuddle.

"I was wondering what was taking you so long," he commented, caressing her cheek. "I thought maybe that pinky promise was bullshit."

Anna curled her arm around his stomach and blew a breath across his chest, "It was a promise you'd come home early."

"I'd call that early. Hell, I had some things to take care of. I work for a living, you know that."

"Yeah, I know. I didn't say you didn't come early. You did," Anna tightened her grip, "Thank you."

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing. Nothing is wrong with me."

"Alright, little girl." Jeff deepened his tone, 'I know when something is bothering you."

Anna lifted her head from his chest, "I'm good. I had a good day. Are you okay? You seem kinda bothered," she giggled, rubbing his stiff jaw, "You look mad."

"Yeah," Jeff rubbed his nose, "No, I'm fine," he sighed, "I'd be better if..."

Anna boldly shifted down to his crotch, ending his sentence. He laughed as she carefully tugged at his boxers.

"Well, that too. But, I was going to say if Argentina could make a goal, I'd be better...."

Anna rolled her eyes, proceeding to pull at his waistband. He lifted his hips and helped her struggle, shifting his boxers over his hairy thighs.

"What's your deal? Are you gonna take a bite out of it, Brat?"

"No," she giggled, making circles against his mushroomed head, "I don't bite."

"Yeah. Sure you don't," Jeff chuckled.

"I won't bite this time," Anna sweetly licked at his swollen tip, causing his head to spin.

This was spontaneous but needed. His racing heart was proof of that. He grabbed her hair, pulling her face to the side as she drove her tongue out, wetting the veins decorating his hard shaft.

"Yeah, something is definitely wrong with you, Brat." Jeff mocked, "What did you do, huh? Spend too much money on my card or something?"

Anna held his cock up to her face like a microphone, "Nope," she spat on his tip and teasingly rubbed the firm base, "I just wanna lick it."

"Hmm, that's it?"

"No," she giggled.

Jeff chuckled, his stomach bloating with an oddly nervous passion. He'd forced her to serve him so often that her eagerness to please sent butterflies in his gut. Easing up on his grip, he rubbed her head as she licked his shaft like a lollipop, pursing her lips to kiss. He wanted his cock in the back of her mouth, but patiently let her explore his passion.

Jeff looked at the TV screen, then back to her precious little tongue slithering up and down, "You're so sexy."

"Nuh uh," she hummed, sending a current against his throbbing cock.

"Yes, you are," he nodded, his eyes low and hazy with desire, "Put it in your mouth, sexy little girl."

Raising his hand over her scalp, Jeff led his cock between her plump lips. She locked in with a light suckle that urged him to sit up. He studied her eyes glued to his hairy chest and nudged her head back.

"Look at me when you suck it."

His cock fumbled out of her mouth with a pop that made her giggle.

"Oops," Anna lifted his heavy shaft, and rushed back to suck, "Mmmm."

"Oh, fuck." His mustache wiggled with a groan as she stuffed more inches in and slurped, "Aoh, Mm, that's my good girl."

Leaning against the headboard, Jeff tried to relax and focus on the game ahead. But she was too adorable, distracting him from his pastime.

"Do you think you can fit this big cock in your little pussy?" Jeff rasped, running his palm over her head.

Anna opened her eyes to nod, backing from his top to savor the leaking salty mix, "Mmmhmm."

"Mmmhmm?" Jeff repeated with a smirk.

"Yes, Daddy," she grinned, circling a finger over his hairy thigh.

Jeff beamed down as she lay her head on his knee, "Don't get shy now, little girl. You're going to have to get specific. Tell Daddy where you want his cock."

Anna giggled. Clenching her thighs together, she pointed between the crack under her long shirt

"Here."

"What's right there, little one?"

"My Pussy," she giggled against his kneecap.

"No," Jeff eased his fingers in, prying her thighs apart, and cupped her mound. "Who does this belong to?"

"I don't know?" Anna stuck her tongue out.

Jeff tickled her waist. "You don't know?"

Anna giggled over before he dragged her towards him. She saddled him, merging her knees into the soft mattress. Being in his lap was everything, especially at this angle where his head was low and visible.

He was forty and too old for her, but a boyish grin etched his mature face. Placing his large hands on her curvy hips, he encouraged her to hump.

"Tell me who you belong to, princess."

"I belong to Daddy," she proclaimed, pinching his hairy cheek with a lip bite that spoke of her attraction

"You're so damn sexy."

"Nooooo," she blushed.

Jeff grabbed her nape and leaned her toward his stern face, "You are. You're my little model."

"Nuh, uh," Anna beamed from his praise, riding his lap, "I'm not a model."

Jeff pulled her down and eased his tongue into her mouth. She kissed back, matching his sensual movements with a hectic lip tug that translated her desire. Goosebumps pricked her shoulder as his fingers grazed over her neck. She closed her eyes and held his jaw under a spell from his slick tongue. He broke and straightened his back, rocking her hips against him.

"Do you feel how hard Daddy gets when you're around?"

"Yeah, uh," she huffed, losing her mind from his stare.

"YOU do this to me, why do you think that?" Jeff smiled, "Because you ARE the cutest, sexiest little girl in the world."

His praise gave her the chills. But she remembered how he had yelled into the phone this morning, the deep snarl he held was the sexiest expression she could imagine. She couldn't get his angered face out of her mind. She'd thought about his rough hands on her all day, but here they were as gentle as could be.

"My sweet little princess." Jeff cooed.

"Hmm," Anna moaned, twisting harder across his hardness, "Oh, I'm your little slut, Daddy. I want to be a dirty girl, Daddy."

Biting his lip, Jeff molded his palm to her hips to rock her faster, swallowing his need to immediately get inside. She held his chest and seductively ground into him.

"Mm, I wanna be Daddy's nasty girl," Anna swept her hair over her shoulder, aroused by his soft eyes.

"What else?"

"I want to be Daddy's little slut. I want. Um... " Anna rubbed her nose, feeling ashamed of the disgusting notions she craved.

"What do you want?"

Anna averted her eyes down to his hard stomach afraid he'd laugh at her request.

"Come on," He cupped her chin, "Say it."

"I.. you. Hm. I want you to hurt me."

Jeff kept a gentle touch relaxing to the idea. Since Anna had been such a good girl, his need to dominate had somehow been a second thought. Dipping into her shirt, he caressed her breasts, studying the craving on her lips. She desperately panted, rearing her hips in and out across his lap.

"How rough can I get with you, little girl?" Jeff broke the silence, lifting the fabric to expose her torso, "You already know how rough I like it."

Anna regretted asking as he rolled her shirt over her head. Her body was petite but she knew there were flaws against her soft stomach and her tits were smaller than most girls her age. Her insecurities went out the door as his palm scored her neck. He leaned in, sliding his tongue along her nipple. It hardened on his lip, then she felt the ache creep in. He pulled her bud back with his teeth And yanked her panties down to squeeze her fleshy ass.

"Oh, umm," Anna swallowed hard as he cradled her in and nibbled at her sensitive nipples.

"Are you going to be a good pain slut for me?" Jeff asked, his voice a vibration between her small tits.

"Y-Yes," she stuttered.

Jeff grabbed her hair and tackled her throat leaning her forward, "Address me correctly."

"Umm, ugh," She straightened her back, intoxicated by the lack of oxygen.

"Daddy," Jeff slapped her face, "Say yes Daddy."

"Yes Dad-dy." Anna flinched from another slap across her cheek, "Uh."

Jeff dragged her into an arch and spanked her jiggly ass, "Spread your legs and show me my slutty holes."

Raising on her stomach, Anna cocked her ass in the air. She giggled, using her hands to show off her silky folds.

"What the fuck is so funny?" Jeff swatted her thighs, "You think I'm funny?"

"No," she giggled, unable to contain her excitement, "No Daddy."

"You won't be laughing when I am done with you, I'll tell you that now," Jeff angrily expressed, dragging her towards his swinging cock, "Head down."

Anna braced herself for his entry. Gripping the sheets, she swung her hips as he entered her rough. His hard back shots cleared her mind. He took her cheeks to a pink shade with deep impacts that made her wince. His grunts were deep enough to add a confidence boost to her low self esteem.

"Ooh, Gah," Anna huffed against the pillow as a well needed orgasm spread across her thighs.

"Get your ass up here," Jeff spun her hair around his palm and dragged her to his chest, "Bounce back on that cock like the desperate little pig you are!"

"Ahh, ah, ow, stop," Anna added an exciting declaration.

Jeff grabbed her throat, knocking into her depths as she growled for air, "Tell Daddy to stop one more time and I am going to stick my cock so deep in your asshole and-"

"Oh yes. Uh uh, oh yes, Stick in my ass," Anna twirled her hips before he took off with her body in his hands, "Ah! Ah ah ah, oh uh, fuck."

Anna felt a pop inside her cunt. Euphoria hit her like a shot clock and she fumbled out of his arms. He knelt firm on the mattress while she caught her breath. Her body felt like mush but she managed to get her head up.

"Did I hear you say you wanted this cock in your ass?" Jeff kneaded his sensitive shaft.

"Mmmhm," she nodded.

"Stop fucking mumbling and speak!"

Anna giggled, running her fingers down her stomach.

Jeff smiled, "I'm just a big fucking joke to you huh?"

Anna twirled back to him and made her ass wave across his waist, "I want more cock, Daddy."

"You didn't answer my fucking question," Jeff forcefully slapped her ass cheek stunning her head down, "Turn around and hold your legs back. Let's see how flexible you can get, silly pig."

Accepting his degrading challenge, Anna plopped on her ass. She held her thighs around her arms, her knees up, and her toes pointing straight. Her cunt held a light pink hue from his hard fuck. Showing off her flexibility, she tilted backwards and cocked her hips, positioning her cunt closer to her face. The pose wasn't challenging to hold yet, but he was taking forever, preparing his cock with a generous amount of clear lube.

"Hold this position," Jeff ordered, wiping lube along her crack.

He examined her perfect folds, his fingers roaming down, preparing for entry. His fingers felt amazing. She clenched, making her aroused clit pulse in the air.

"I'm going to destroy this asshole," he rasped with a push inside.

The first strain sent her into a frenzy. "Uh, fuck." she cried out from the delicious discomfort, "Uhmm."

"That's it, little piggy."

Anna humbly pushed her cheeks apart and blushed, ashamed of him knowing how badly she loved anal pleasure.

"Stay up!" Jeff slapped down on her thigh, and spat on her pussy, "Don't lock up on my finger, bitch. I know you can take it. You're Daddy's anal pig, hmm, There you go. Take that finger. Get that fat ass ready for my cock."

Anna gritted her teeth, her lips twitching with annoyance. Leaning toward her face, Jeff hooked his finger and watched her cheeks turn a pale shade of red. There were wrinkles of confusion on her brows that made his cock rock up with excitement.

"You got something smart you wanna say to me, piggy?" He spit on her tit and forced another finger in her ass, widening her tight opening.

"Ohh. Oh, ugh!" Anna swayed her hips, "Oh, God. Ow!"

"Thats what the fuck I thought. You better Fuck my fingers if you want my cock. Come on, you can do better than that, fuck my fingers, little piggy," Jeff spat on her face, "Show me what a desperate slut you are!"

"Uh, uh, my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my...Oh!" Anna gasped, watching his fingers pump in and out.