The Babysitter's Seduction
Babysitter Diaries #1
Kelli Wolfe
Copyright 2011 Kelli Wolfe
Published by Pink Parts Press at Smashwords
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All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Bonus Material
Excerpt from Kelli Wolfe's The Babysitter and the Beast
Excerpt from Kelli Wolfe's Jenna Makes Three
Excerpt from Kelli Wolfe's The Babysitter's Dilemma
Excerpt from Brooklyn Reese's Seducing the Daddy
"Everything's all right? Nobody needs anything?"
"No, David, everything here is under control. Everything's fine, don't worry about us."
I made my tone as reassuring as I could. Poor guy had enough to worry about, and I didn't want him fretting about the kids or me. He was going to wind up with an ulcer if he wasn't careful. And everything really was fine; David Morris just worried a lot.
"Good. I'll be home at eight, then. Thank you again, Jenna."
"No sweat, David."
I hung up and went to check on the kids. They had all finished dinner and parked themselves in front of the TV to watch cartoons. Thank god for cartoons. I took advantage of the quiet to clear the table and decided to do the dishes while I was at it; that would be one less thing for David to worry about when he got home. By the time I finished cleaning up it was almost seven-thirty. That meant bath time for the twins.
They launched into their it's-not-fair-he-gets-to-stay-up-later routine, but by now it was just done for form's sake, and they headed for the bathroom without having to be told twice. I sat and watched cartoons with Tommy until the twins finished, then sent him in for his turn. When I tucked the girls in and checked the clock it was eight-fifteen.
I plopped down on the couch and tried to read, but I was too restless to get into my book. Tommy came out of the bathroom and waved at me from the hall. He had hit that age where he was getting more standoffish, wanting hugs less frequently and on his own terms.
I winked at him. "Goodnight, big guy."
"Goodnight, Jenna."
His door closed and the house fell into deep silence. I tried reading again, but I was getting absolutely nowhere, so I dropped the book onto the couch and wandered through the house. A familiar picture in the hallway caught my eye; a family portrait of David with his wife Camille and all the kids gathered around them. Camille had been killed in a car accident a year ago. Since then David had been doing his best to handle everything, but a promotion a couple of months back had eaten up more and more of his time until he was working late practically every weeknight, and spending half his weekends at the office. And often it happened without a lot of notice, leaving his babysitter in the lurch.
When their last sitter finally threw up her hands in disgust and walked out, she told David to call me. I was in my second year of college now and looking for something where I could make a little extra money and still get all of my homework done. When I heard the situation I was skeptical, but I took pity on the naked desperation in David's voice and agreed to give it a shot.
I didn’t realize just how bad things were until the second time that eight o'clock turned into midnight. We had a heart-to-heart after that, and David explained that it wasn't a permanent thing, but he was on the hook for the next three months of the startup period. In the end I didn't mind it so much. David's kids were great, and it was generally a pretty quiet job so I never got behind on my homework and studying.
The clock in the hall chimed nine o'clock. I sighed and plopped back down on the couch, looked at my book and sighed again, and then flipped on the TV instead. Nothing was on, so I just surfed the channels mindlessly until I found myself watching a hot little blonde swallowing a guy's cock. I jerked upright and hit the mute button. The kids' doors remained firmly shut, so after a couple of minutes I turned the sound up just loud enough so I could hear it from the couch.
It took maybe ten seconds of that to get me wet. I had broken up with my boyfriend about a month ago, and I had gotten used to regular sex with him. The dry spell was killing me. I had a vibrator and I knew how to use it, but it just wasn't the same as being stuffed with a nice, hot cock.
My clit swelled and throbbed for attention, so I slowly rubbed it through the thin material of my yoga pants. On the screen, the guy pulled his cock out of the blonde's mouth and bent her over the counter. She spread wide open for him, and he positioned the purple head of his cock at her opening and rammed it deep inside of her. I imagined myself uttering her frenzied moans and thrusting my ass back against him as he pounded away at me with that thick cock. Damn but I needed to be fucked. Being celibate just did not suit me.
Rubbing from the outside just wasn't getting it done. I slid my hand inside my yoga pants. I never wore panties with them, so they were already damp at the crotch, and I pushed two fingers inside my dripping pussy, sliding them in and out until they were covered with the moisture oozing from my tight little hole. I glided their slickness over my clit and moaned at the burst of pleasure that seared through me and threatened to take my breath away. Faster and faster my fingers flew over my swollen little nub until an electric heat exploded between my legs. I arched back against the couch, grinding my clit hard against my hand and biting my lip to keep from crying out.
It wasn't a great orgasm, but it beat sitting around the rest of the evening with a case of blue clit. At least I hoped it would. I still had that yearning ache for a thick, hot cock to stretch me out and fill me. I changed the channel to something more innocent and sat thinking about guys I could call after David got home who could help me fix my problem.
A little after ten keys rattled in the lock and David walked in. He saw me in the living room, and taking off his jacket fell into the chair across from me. He looked frazzled; tired and frustrated and about at his limit.
"Sorry I'm late, Jenna."
He looked so contrite, his earnest blue eyes pleading for forgiveness from his haggard face, that I didn't have the heart to be mad. "It's all right, David. Don't worry about it."
I got up and walked over to sideboard and filled a glass tumbler half full of the scotch he liked. "Here," I handed it to him. "You look like you could use this. How was your day?"
"Thanks." He gulped down about half of the glass in one swallow. "It was long and basically sucked. How was yours?"
"Not so bad."
"Kids give you any trouble?"
I smiled. "No. They never do."
"I suppose not."
There was a sad wistfulness in his tone, and I knew he was thinking about Camille. I felt bad for him. His life had to be pretty hellish right now, but he was a stand-up guy who did what he had to do without complaining. He would have worked himself to death for the kids and Camille, who wasn't even here to appreciate it.
But I was here, and I understood and appreciated the sacrifices he was making. It hit me that the charcoal gray suit David wore really set off his dark good looks, its cut emphasizing his broad shoulders and trim waist. He looked pretty damned hot, actually, despite the weariness.
"Here," I said, moving to take the glass from him.
As I leaned in, I caught a whiff of cologne mixed with David's own scent and whiskey. Little tingles went off in my clit and pussy, and I almost fumbled the glass. I turned away to hide my confusion by topping off his glass. Down girl!
But why not? He was single. Couldn't get much more single, really. With his schedule, he didn't have the time or energy to date. I doubted he had been laid once since Camille died a year ago, and the poor guy probably needed to get laid worse than anybody else in the city. So why not? Wiggle it in front of him, let him know it's his if he wants it; he seems like the kind of guy who can handle the rest.
I slid the refilled glass back into his hand and stepped around the back of his chair. Leaning over the back, I began gently massaging his temples. He tensed under my fingertips at first, but after a little while he relaxed and sank back into the cushions with a sigh.
"Jenna, you are a gem. I don't deserve you."
"Nope, you don't," I agreed with a smile. "But then who could, right?"
He gave a quiet little laugh and relaxed a bit more.
"Your problem," I said, working my way around to the top of his neck, "is that you don't know how to relax. You need to let go, give yourself a chance to recharge those batteries. All work and no play gives Jack bleeding ulcers."
"Mmm hmm."
I kneaded the muscles in his neck and he slowly went limp in my hands.
"That's more like it. Doesn't that feel nice?"
"Yes," he breathed, and took another sip of his scotch.
My hands moved down to his broad shoulders. Firm muscles slid under my fingers, and my insides quivered a bit at the feel of him. Big, strong guy does it for me every time. I wanted to burrow my face in his neck and breathe in the smell of him. But not quite yet.
I kept working on his knotted muscles until each one loosened up, and David's breathing slowed and deepened. He hadn't said a word in several minutes, content to enjoy my attentions. When I was satisfied, I stepped back around the chair to look at him. His head was thrown back, eyes closed, and his breathing so deep he might have been asleep. I knew he wasn't, though. Do or die time, Jenna.
My t-shirt landed on the arm of the couch and I slipped onto his lap. I wasn't wearing a bra. Before he had a chance to do more than open his eyes in surprise, my lips were on his, my arms curled around his neck, and David Morris found himself with a lap full of very warm, cuddly, half-naked girl. I don't believe in fighting fair.
Apparently David didn't believe in fighting for lost causes. He kissed me back, a little tentatively at first but then more confidently as his passion overpowered his doubts. Strong hands moved over me, exploring my curves and caressing the satiny softness of my skin before finding their way to my tits. Already hard, my nipples crinkled in painful pleasure as his thumbs rubbed tight circles around them. His tongue slid and curled against mine, his mouth clamped over mine as if he never intended to so much as come up for air. One elbow knocked over the glass of scotch that sat forgotten on the arm of the chair. Neither of us noticed as it drained onto the carpet.
He pulled away at last and looked at me, blue eyes burning with curiosity and hunger. I don't know what he was looking for, but I guess he found it, for the next second his hot mouth found my tits. I had never had a guy enjoy my tits like David did that night. His tongue licked and swirled around my aching nipples, and then he sucked on them until I thought my poor clit was going to explode from the singing pressure building up there. When the sensations became so intense that I thought I couldn't stand them anymore, he bit into my nipples and gently pulled away so his teeth grazed the soft, sensitive skin. I moaned in ecstasy at every touch. My tits were on fire; David had me sopping wet and throbbing, and he hadn't even gone near my pants, yet.
"Oh, David, that feels so good."
He let go of my nipple and grinned. "I can do better."
"Show me."
I climbed up from his lap and headed for his bedroom. When David closed the door I untied the drawstrings of my yoga pants and let them slide to the floor. His eyes roamed hungrily over me from head to toe.
"Turn around," he said, a little hoarsely.
I did a slow-motion pirouette so he could enjoy my ass. When I came full circle David was standing about two inches away. His arms went around me, and his hands slid down my back to grip my ass and pull me hard against him. His tongue was insistent now as he pushed through my lips, and I could feel his erection pressing against my bellybutton like a steel bar through his slacks. I put my hands on his face to pull him closer and I kissed him back, hard. The satiny fabric of his shirt rubbed against my nipples, sending electric shocks through me to set off a pulsing ache inside of my pussy. I wanted him inside of me so badly it hurt.
When he finally came up for air I put a hand on his chest. "You're way overdressed for this occasion, mister."
"I guess I am, huh? I'm really kind of tired, though. Maybe you could help me with the buttons."
The feel of the tight muscles under his shirt was driving me crazy, and I wanted to unwrap him like a kid going after presents on Christmas morning. I made myself take it slowly, though, carefully undoing each button, my face close to his chest so I could breathe in the smell of him and so my breath warmed his bare skin. When the last button came free I peeled the shirt off of him and glided my hands over his body, up his arms, down his chest and tight stomach and then back up his sides. Oh, damn but he felt good. I wanted to press myself into him and just enjoy his hard warmth against me, but I wasn't finished with the job, yet.
I grinned wickedly up at him and sank down to my knees at his feet. Unfastening his slacks, I worked the zipper and teasingly slid my fingers along the length of his straining cock through the thin cotton of his underwear. His breath caught at my touch, and I felt his cock jump. He was big, too, nice and thick and just what Jenna needed stuffed in her poor, pulsating pussy.
One tug sent his slacks pooling around his ankles, and I moved in close so David could feel my hot breath on his cock and stomach. I pulled his underwear down slowly, exposing just the head of his cock first. My pink tongue darted out to taste him, soft and warm against his taut skin, and I licked him clean of the precum oozing from his tip. David shifted his hips and I knew that he ached to grab my head and shove his cock down my throat and fuck my face until he exploded.
"Easy there, tiger," I whispered. "We've got all night."
A little more and his cock swung free, pointing at my face like a compass points north. I snatched it before it had time to bob more than once and sucked his head into my mouth. David was just too big around for me to deep throat; I couldn't open my mouth wide enough. I felt a pang about that, because I knew how much guys liked that and I really wanted to do it for him. Maybe with some practice.
I settled for sucking hard on his head and slowly stroking my hand up and down his shaft, slick with saliva that I let dribble past my lips. David's breathing was ragged now, and I pulled his cock out of my mouth so I could rub his silky hardness all over my face. It always amazed me how guys could be so hard and so soft at the same time. When I vacuumed the head back into my mouth, his hands went into my hair, clenching and unclenching as I swirled my tongue over him. I reached down with the other hand and started massaging his balls. David moaned and his hip motions grew stronger.
I needed to slow him down, and my clit was demanding its fair share of attention. I reluctantly let go of his cock and crawled onto the bed. Turning over on my back, I tucked my legs up with my knees far apart so every quivering inch of me lay exposed. David's eyes were riveted on my tight little hole. I smiled and slid two fingers in to spread myself open for him.
"Hot, tight, nineteen-year-old pussy. And it's all yours, David. Now, why don't you come over here and show me if you can give as good as you get?"
David took just long enough to kick off his shoes and socks before he buried his tongue in my dripping snatch. I had thought my earlier orgasm took the edge off, but it turned out that it had only whetted my appetite; at the first touch of David's tongue on my swollen clit I felt my insides melt. The soft tip of his tongue whipped against me so that I writhed under him in delicious agony. Then he put his whole mouth over me and sucked in my clit, swirling his tongue around it and holding it lightly in his teeth so he could lash me with his tongue. After a couple of minutes of that I thought I was going to float right off the bed. Either he was a natural at eating pussy, or Camille had been an outstanding teacher.
His tongue left a molten trail down my slit as he glided down to my pussy. He licked teasingly over my lips, hovering around the edges, then his mouth covered me and he forced his tongue as deeply inside me as it would reach while he sucked in the juices gushing from me. I did come off the bed, then, arching my back and clawing at the twisted sheets. I felt his tongue flicker down, into that forbidden area below my pussy to lick and tickle at my puckered little asshole.
"Oh, sweet god, David, yes." I sucked in air. "Oh, fuck, that feels good."
He moved back up to my pounding clit, whipping his tongue over it, and snaked two fingers into my slick, hot pussy. He worked them in and out in time with the flickering of his tongue, forming a burning rhythm that throbbed inside of me. His thumb found my ass and rubbed gently, tickling the sensitive skin there.
Another orgasm started building, hot pressure spreading throughout my lower body into my clit and pussy. I was dripping with pleasure, and David was lapping up every drop, but I didn't want to come that way. I wanted to come when I was all stretched out over that magnificent, thick cock.
I put down a hand and gently pushed his head away from me. Blue eyes smouldered up at me.
"I'd let you do that all day," I said, "but don't you want to fuck me? I want your cock in me, David."
He slid back, grabbed my ankles, and dragged me to the edge of the bed. When he started forward, cock in hand, I stopped him and rolled over so my ass pointed towards him.
"I want it this way, tiger, from behind. I want you to shove it in and pound me."
A second later I felt the fat head of his cock push into the crack of my ass and slide down, sending tingles through me as it slipped tantalizingly over my back door, ad then it pushed at the opening of my wet little tunnel. Even as wet and slick as I was it was a tight fit. David thrust his hips forward, jamming another couple of inches into me, then again, and again until his balls pressed up against my slit and I knew he was all the way in. He stretched me more than I had ever been stretched before, and it hurt at first, until I got used to it. David didn't move; he was just enjoying the skintight fit of my pussy over his cock.
I squeezed the muscles deep in my pussy and pushed my ass back against him. His breath hissed out between clenched teeth. It was such a tight fit.
"When was the last time you fucked a tight little teen pussy, tiger?" I asked. "Do you like me? Do you like the way I fit on your cock?"
David massaged my ass with big, strong hands. "You feel wonderful," he breathed. "I've never been inside anyone as tight as you are. And you're so fucking hot." His fingers tightened on my ass until I gasped. "You've got the most incredible ass, Jenna."
"Fuck me, then, " I said. "Fuck me hard. Make me feel it."
He slid his cock back until only the head was still inside of me, leaving me with a gaping emptiness inside crying to be filled again. He stroked in slowly, giving both of us time to get used to the tightness, out, and in again, more forcefully this time. I was pretty well stretched to fit him by then, and he quickly found a good rhythm. With his hands on my hips for leverage, he rocked us together so his balls smacked hard into my slit with each thrust forward. I was so hot for him, the way his cock stretched and filled me, the way his hands gripped me, that I completely lost myself in fucking him. My hands clenched and thrashed in the bedclothes and I shoved my ass back at him like some wanton little slut, wanting that cock to fuck me deeper and harder with every stroke. My breath burst out of me in mewling little gasps like the cries of a puppy. No one had ever fucked me like this before.
My pussy started gushing around David's cock, and my clit tingled and throbbed until I just hand to reach a hand under to rub it. Tight, burning pressure built in my pussy and pulsed through me, throbbing in my clit and my pussy and my ass. I felt the muscles in my pussy and ass tighten, the back of my thighs and my stomach clench. Oh, it burned in me, wanting to get out, throbbing and searing until I bucked against David's cock in a frenzy.
"Yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I moaned over and over again.
Suddenly David slipped his thumb into my well-lubricated little asshole.
"Oh," I gasped, pushed into a whole new level by this second penetration, and then orgasm hit me. It felt like scalding liquid tingles running through me, searing away the tightness and leaving me shaking in its wake. Cries tore themselves out of my throat in relief from the release of that awful, boiling pressure.
I fell forward against the bed, knees gone watery in reaction to the power of that orgasm. The muscles in my ass and pussy trembled with the aftershocks. Behind me, David continued slipping his rock-hard cock into my sloshing hole. I let him go on for a minute, until I got some self-control back. By then I knew he wasn't going to last much longer.
"Put it in my ass, David."
"What?" His voice was incredulous.
"I want it in my ass, tiger. I want you to fuck me and finish off in my ass."
I don't think he believed me at first, but after a few more thrusts I felt him pull all the way out. His pulse pounded in the crack of my ass as he slid his cock up to the narrow passage where his thumb was still working slowly in and out, getting me ready for him. Gently he pulled it out and I felt the thick head of his cock take its place.
The stretching he gave my pussy was nothing compared to what David did to my ass. Sweet fuck it hurt going in. I was crying into his bed and trying not to scream, but I wanted him in my ass so badly. Finally he worked the head all the way in, and I fought to relax my muscles to fit the rest of him. As his shaft slid in, inch by inch, it felt like a red-hot baseball bat penetrating me.
"Fuck, you're so big," I gasped.
David let out a little moan as the base of his shaft touched my ass. Ever so slowly he withdrew a couple of inches and began sliding in and out. I felt so dirty and so slutty, my ass stuffed full of his thick cock, my belly full like I was going to explode.
"Fuck me, David," I grunted. "Oh, yes, fuck me. Fuck my ass."
The heat and tightness of my ass were too much for him to take for long. In seconds I felt his cock jerk inside of me and send scalding gouts of cum shooting deep into my guts. I let myself go limp, gasping for air, my skin still on fire from the orgasm and the incredible fucking.
David's cock slowly shrank until he could squeeze it out of my twitching ass. I felt like I had sat on a bowling pin, and I was probably going to have trouble sitting down tomorrow. I didn't really care. It's not every day you get fucked as thoroughly as David had just done for me.
I felt warm lips kissing my neck, then move to my ear.
"Thank you," he said softly. "I really needed that."
A little tingle started in my clit. I smiled.
"You're very welcome. And maybe when you've had a little while to recover you'll really need it again."
BONUS MATERIAL
Excerpt from Kelli Wolfe's Babysitter and the Beast
Falling asleep wasn't that big of a deal by itself; it was the dream I had that was the problem. I was naked on the couch and Dylan was doing wonderfully wicked things to me that set off bursts of electric fire in my pulsating pussy. His mouth and tongue pampered my clit while his fingers played in the tight, wet hole below. I creamed hard on those wonderful fingers, my hips wiggling against their teasing probes, trying to get them deeper inside of me. Dylan's thumb took over massaging my clit and his mouth dropped down to my steaming snatch. The moist tip of his tongue licked up my slit, scooping up the juices running down me, and then darted inside my hole to suck the cream straight from the source. When he had enough, his mouth hovered over my clit again, sucking it softly between his lips while his fingers slipped back inside me.
I was so hot and so wet, and I exhaled a chorus of low moans under the onslaught of his hot mouth and expert fingers. At last he looked up at me, laughter in his eyes, and he kissed his way up my mound, up my stomach, lingering a moment to tease my bellybutton before continuing up to the firm roundness of my tits. His mouth on my hard, pink nipples sent more shocks through my already-throbbing pussy. I couldn't stand it anymore. I needed his cock inside of me.
"Jenna," he whispered, his mouth hovering over mine. "Jenna."
"Oh, god, Dylan, don't stop. Please don't stop."
The strong, spicy scent of his cologne washed over me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face to mine. I crushed my lips against his, grinding my hips against him in the burning agony of my desire.
"Jenna!"
My eyes snapped open. Dylan stood a couple of feet from the couch, looking down at me, eyes aflame. I thought at first that he was pissed, but it wasn't anger I saw in his eyes. It was a look of yearning, of deep desire mixed with hopelessness. I caught it for just an instant and then it vanished so quickly, masked by his usual sternness, that I wondered if I had just imagined it. My eyes dropped to his mouth, where a bright slash of pink stood out against his dark lips. Pink that was the exact same shade as my lip gloss.
Oh. Shit.
Excerpt from Kelli Wolfe's Jenna Makes Three
The brunette woman I didn't know lay naked on the bed with her legs spread. Alicia crouched between her thighs, face buried in the wide-open snatch before her. As I watched, Colin hiked Alicia's tight skirt up around her waist to expose the lush roundness of her ass. She wasn't wearing panties. Colin's fingers probed between her legs until a gasp from Alicia told me that he had hit the right spot. With soft little moans, she began gyrating her hips and humping back against his hand.
"Fuck, yes," she groaned. "Right there, baby."
For a second I saw the glistening slit of the other woman pointed right at the doorway, the dark pink of her tunnel open and inviting, and then Alicia bent back down to lap hungrily at the juices leaking from that steaming hole. The brunette's moans joined Alicia's in an erotic chorus that vibrated through me, meshing with my own hammering pulse. Moisture seeped into my panties, and I slid my hand into my pants until my fingertips dipped into the spreading wetness between my legs, toying at the entrance of my aching cunt. My clit was hard as a rock, and I rubbed it softly with fingers slick with my own cream while I watched entranced as Colin's fingers stroked into his wife. My breaths came hard and fast, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning myself. I had never imagined that just watching other people this way could get me so fucking hot.
The brunette wriggled and twisted as Alicia's tongue flickered over her clit, clawing at the bedclothes until her hands found the headboard and locked onto it like a drowning woman might grab a life preserver. Alicia's perfect ass swayed as she fought to keep her face in the woman's snatch. Colin finally got tired of chasing her with his fingers, and he pulled his hand away from her cunt, drawing a mewling whine from Alicia.
"No," she pleaded. "Please don't stop."
Colin stood up and stripped off his clothes. His cock jutted straight out, so stiff and erect that it might have been chiseled from marble. The swollen, purple head bounced a little as he climbed back onto the bed and sank to his knees behind his wife. Colin's hands massaged the soft, round globes of her ass, and his thumbs slid tantalizingly through the crevice between them to lightly tickle her pink little asshole. Alicia's body shuddered at every touch on her innermost private place, her moans turning into an animal whimpering against the brunette's mound as the burning lust inside her built and consumed her.
I felt my own ass pucker and tighten in sympathy, sending a new wave of hot tingles through my quivering tunnel. Oh,fuck, but I would have given anything to be sitting on that lovely rod of Colin's just then, with it spearing up into that aching hollowness I felt inside. My fingers continued working on my hard nub as I pumped out more cum to soak through my panties.
Gripping his cock with one hand, Colin guided it into the slippery trough between Alicia's legs. He ran it up until the head slid over the ticklish skin of her clit, then drew it slowly back until the tip rested against the trembling crinkle of her ass. He taunted her with it, driving Alicia crazy with its nearness to her pussy until she was practically frantic.
"Oh god, please put it in," she begged. "Please. I need it, Colin. Shove it in me and fuck me, baby."
Excerpt from Kelli Wolfe's The Babysitter's Dilemma
I was still on fire after my encounter with Trent, and Brian soon had me back at a full boil. His tongue slid against mine, and as I felt his fingers brush across the smoothly-shaven skin of my mound I parted my thighs for him. Fingertips found my clit, already rock-hard and aching with need, and swept gentle circles over the taut skin. I whimpered deep in my throat, and his hand moved lower, down my slit to my throbbing pussy. His fingers pushed gently into the opening and found me already soaking.
"Damn, you're wet, Jenna," he breathed, one finger toying inside my tight hole. "Just what have you been thinking about?"
Burning need surged through me, and I ground myself hard against him, rubbing my clit against his palm while his finger worked inside. Brian's mouth moved to my nipple, teasing it with the wet, velvet heat of his tongue. I moaned as he sucked it into his mouth; my skin was so sensitive that I could barely stand it. Juices poured from my snatch and coated my thighs and ass along with Brian's hand. Two minutes and I was ready to come already, just from him fingering me.
Brian had other things in mind, though. He let my nipple slip out of his mouth and crawled between my legs, his finger still buried in my pussy. His lips caressed the satin skin of my inner thighs with tender kisses, and I tensed in anticipation of what he would do next. With each breath I waited for the feel of his mouth on the hot, eager flesh of my cunt. Slowly he teased his way inwards, his tongue licking at the juices that covered me, every touch leaving me shivering. The heat of his breath washing over my exposed slit set off a rush of tingles deep within, and then he found my clit.
Brian had never eaten a pussy before I got hold of him, but it didn’t take long for him to catch on and he really seemed to enjoy it once he started. The delicate tip of his tongue moved in little patterns over my swollen nub, gently stroking the sensitive skin until waves of heat pounded through me. My whole body sang with the tension building in my pussy, and I threw my head back, gasping as I tried to suck air into the tightness of my chest.
I grabbed Brian's head, holding him hard against my clit, and my legs went around his back to clasp him against me. His finger never stopped working, even when the muscles inside my tunnel clenched and tightened around him, and I shuddered and cried out as I finally got the relief I had needed for hours.
That relief lasted about thirty seconds. It just wasn't enough; my body was still screaming to be stuffed with a hot, thick cock. I was throbbing again by the time Brian drew his finger out of my dripping snatch and pulled himself up over me. Wild with lust I pressed up against him, licking my cum from his face and thrusting myself against the iron hardness of his manhood.
"Fuck me, Brian," I pleaded. "I need you inside of me."
Excerpt from Brooklyn Reese's Seducing the Daddy
I put the phone down and made my way to the shower to cool off.
“Focus, focus, focus.” I chanted as I doused myself with the lukewarm pulse raining down from the showerhead. “He’s your new boss. This isn’t healthy. You probably imagined his glances. He’s a father, for chrissakes. He’s old enough to be your father, for chrissakes! Snap the fuck out of this!”
It was no use. I knew my mind wasn’t going to win against my aching, wet pussy. It had been far too long since I’d felt the warmth and hardness of a man against my skin. The idea of Mitch being the next one to enter me quickened my breathing and had me dripping with desire. I had to release this tension – just this once, and then wash him from my mind, as it were. I traced my fingers lightly down my neck, closing my eyes as I reached the perky mounds on my chest. I imagined Mitch’s large hands cupped over them and that wicked smile playing on his lips as he flicked his tongue over them, forcing my nipples to harden and pucker, daring him to lick, suck and nibble every inch of their pinkness. I moaned with lust and grabbed the showerhead from its resting place and slid down the wall of my fluid sanctuary, taking the hose with me. I felt my clit swell with delight and anticipation of what was coming next. With a flick of my hand, the light, pulsating stream turned into a full-force power jet that beat like a drum against the side of the tile enclosure. I scooted back as far as I could and spread my legs wide, fantasizing about Mitch being there, watching me, and playfully working his expert tongue around my hot, smooth cunt and rock-hard knob. I groaned with pleasure and rammed two fingers in my slick tunnel, working them in and out, feeling the swollen flesh close in around me. I starved for more. My entire body was screaming with the need to be fucked any and every which way possible. I brought the nozzle between my thighs and pointed it inward, holding it just far enough away to pound rhythmically against my clit. Fuck, yeah. Oh, god, this is it. If I can’t have a thick cock stuffed inside me, this is the next best thing. I kept the head on me, allowing myself just enough pleasure to push me to the brink, and then I quickly pulled away, taunting and toying with my hot, saturated mound of flesh. I was hell-bent on making damn sure I wouldn’t topple over the edge until the last possible moment. I kept on like this, again and again, willing my body to cling to the pleasure building inside and take me to a place that I almost couldn’t turn back from. I had my pussy begging for more. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep this up, but I wasn’t ready to let go of my fantasy of Mitch just yet. I alternated between the jets and my fingers, pulsating against me, fucking myself, pushing my buttons. Lost in the moment, I had a sudden image of Mitch shoving his cock into my asshole. It was forbidden territory and still tight in its untouched virginity. Its hotness was right there; ready to be penetrated in much the same way.