Delicious Babysitter

Delicious Babysitter

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Innocent little Jane is a babysitter for the Powells. She adores Kyle but it is his father that she can't help but lust after. Will her fantasies ever be realized? Read on to find out!

Summary

Innocent little Jane is a babysitter for the Powells. She adores Kyle but it is his father that she can't help but lust after. Will her fantasies ever be realized?

Read on to find out!

Chapter1 (v.1) - Delicious Babysitter

Author Chapter Note

Innocent little Jane is a babysitter for the Powells. She adores Kyle but it is his father that she can't help but lust after. Will her fantasies ever be realized?<br /> <br /> Read on to find out!

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: August 17, 2014

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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Chapter 1

Mama always called me a foolish girl like grandmama did. My two last family members in the world would call me that at least once a day because I was always in a daze. I was totally indecisive. If you asked me what I would like to eat I would look at the menu for the longest time. That was why I rarely ate out and if we do like on special occasions, mama and grandmama would decide for me. I was told this trait of mine was inherited from my worthless irresponsible father. That was why I could not accomplish the simplest task. This was also why I got a babysitting job because it was what I’m good at, playing with kids.

There was also another reason why I was foolish. I was wearing this tight top and pair of short shorts to Mr. Nathan Powell’s house. The man was at least older than me by a decade but I still found him irresistible. All older men were like that to me. When puberty hit, it really did hit me pretty hard because all the places that girls paraded in front of me for the past few years finally showed. Boys looked at me differently as did the girls but none held my attention for long. No one could hold a candle to Nathan. He was perfection personified into real life. His lips were what novels described as kissable and sin. His eyes imprison your very soul, sucking all life out of you as he approached. Little electrons coursed throughout my body in a haywire whenever he was near and that twinkling in his eyes told me he knew exactly what I thought – my impure thoughts of stealing him away from his wife.

His wife was beautiful to say the least but she was never around. I’d only met her once before she flew to somewhere else in the world. A sought after model with a perfect husband. Mr. Powell should be in the modelling business himself with his tall build and firm bulging muscles but he was a computer technician. I was hired to look after baby Kyle every day after school to relieve the house maid there.

The house maid, Mrs. Fleming eyed me with disapproval before stepping past me to her car. I did not mind her snub since I was dressed extremely slutty of late. Often it wasn’t intentional as none of my clothes fit me anymore. My tops all strained against my breasts and my pants hugged my round bottom. I wished I had the height to go with it too but that would be asking God for too much. I was already thankful I’d received something that would hopefully turn Mr. Powell’s eyes. Today I turned eighteen and I wanted to celebrate.

I found Kyle in his little playpen and he giggled at me as usual. My heart melted immediately when I saw him. He was so adorable with his baby fat that I often just played squishy-squish with him. Kyle found it amusing and would giggle like the tickling Elmo. Today too, I spent the better half tickling him until dinner time. To Mrs. Fleming’s disgust, Mr. Powell got her to cook my share of dinner as well. Mr. Powell was so sweet and was making me even more attracted to him. None of the boys at school could surpass him in chivalry.

Kyle stared at me as he drank from the bottle. This intimacy tugged at my heart and I wished to have a baby like Kyle one day. After giving him the burp, Kyle fell asleep. This was my chance to roam around the huge house. I wouldn’t steal anything of course but I liked imagining myself in various rooms and doing the naughty with Mr. Powell. My favourite was his gymnastic centre where I saw him one time in his gear. His bulging muscles scarred my eyes such that I would always pull out as fodder for my masturbating dreams. I’d seen people have sex before in the park. Not that I was playing spy but they didn’t notice me there and gave me a live show. It was very educational and I learned just what to do. Today though I wanted to masturbate in his bedroom.

His bedroom was off-limits but today I planned to break all rules.

“Mr. Powell!” I kneaded my breasts to the point of pain as I flicked my thumb over my little nub in urgent pace. The ribbon of heat was already unfurling deep inside of me, rising for release, and I moaned, long and loud. His name escaped as a near scream between my lips. The usual burning inside me indicated my climax was close. Before my release, the door opened downstairs bringing me to a chilling stop.

“Hello?” Mr. Powell! My original plan of seducing Mr. Powell with my body went flying out the window. I was still a good girl deep down. What I fantasized was, really, to remain a fantasy.

Scrambling, I hopped down the stairs, finding Mr. Powell in a form fitting shirt and nice dark blue jeans that clad around his muscles. Those wonderful muscles.

We both stopped and admired each other. My eyes finally reached his face and I nearly fell back from the heated gaze. His eyes were licking me all over and I wanted his saliva on me. With ginger steps I walked towards him. “Kyle is sleeping.”

Mr. Powell did not say anything, watching me approach with a very stiff posture. Why was he so tense? There was something different about him today. Was it because of my outfit? He was finally reacting to me, judging by his hard tool forming a tent in his jeans.

This was it. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest as I finally realized my dream was going to be fulfilled. He met me halfway, his arms pulled me to his chest. He reminded me of a possessive wolf.

“Oh, Mr. Powell, what great big muscles you have!” I exclaimed, stifling an inappropriate giggle at my mimicking Little Red Riding Hood. Mr. Powell played along much to my happiness.

“All the better to hold you tight.” The rakish grin on his face, if possible, turned even more devilish. His eyes were a stormy grey as he divested me of my shirt.

My breath hitched and shivers ran down my back like ice cubes slid down when my skin was exposed to the cool air. “And…and what large hands you have.” His hands were large, larger than anybody I know.

“All the better to squeeze your cute ass with.” He murmured in my ears. My ears were what I found to be sensitive spots because whenever a strand of hair brushed by I would shiver. Now with this man’s sinfully deep voice breathing in, my legs gave out and I collapsed onto Mr. Powell’s large frame. He chuckled, holding me up by my arms, then with his enormous strength lifted my languid body like a feather.

My arms and legs automatically wrapped around his torso like a koala. I could feel the heat rising from the core between my legs to my face. His laughter rumbled in his chest and I trembled with excitement as his nipples grazed mine. I wish my shorts were gone so I could feel the bulge rubbing between me as he walked. Just imagining that impressive bulge released from its confines and rubbing against my slick wet slit was sending me spiralling into heady arousal. To stop myself from grinding like a cat in heat, I hugged him tighter, bringing his radiating firm skin to my soft ones and his tantalizing masculine smell to tickle my nose.

He smelled like heaven and warmth. Like a cat I sniffed from his shoulders all the way to the juncture between his neck and then up. Only when he released a feral moan did I realize my actions.

“Oh!” I pulled back, embarrassed.

“No. Don’t stop. What are you going to do?” His large palm rubbed my back while the other supported my bottom as he carried me slowly up the stairs.

“I – I want to lick and bite.” I was raised as an honest child.

“Do it.” His chuckle turned to moans when I did immediately going for the bulging neck vein. Perhaps I was a vampire in my previous life because I couldn’t stop nibbling there. In no time at all, I was brought to a firm bed. Mr. Powell towered over me with a determined look as he flicked open my shorts button and pulled it down, panties and all. I gasped as he flung the garment way back to the door. What power and strength! My amazement increased when he pushed down his pants. He did not wear any underwear and I could see that the impressive tool of his should not be restrained by anything.

Long and thick, it stood straight aligned with his flat chiseled stomach, past his navel. How long was that? I need a ruler! Those plains on his chest were clearly defined and I drooled just thinking of licking it. My heart was beating too erratically and I gasped, writhing my bottom on the coverlet. Watching me, his tongue flicked out to lick across his bottom lip as if tasting me. And I wanted him to taste me!

With shaking legs I opened my most untried feminine spot to him. His eyes seemed to glow when he saw my wet well. It was already leaking down to my ass hole. Groaning, he immediately attacked my well with his feverishly long tongue. The firm muscle pushed through and licked my insides, around and around. The slurping sounds were driving me insane with desire. I purred and gripped his hair, bringing it closer to my pussy. I was thinking extremely dirty thoughts and I couldn’t help it.

“Mr. Powell!” I yelled in shock when my orgasm hit, blinding me with white flashing lights. I laid limp on the bed, basking after my climax when I felt something nudge inside me.

“Hold on tight, baby.” My hands gripped strong shoulders when he pushed in swiftly, breaking my maidenhead with his long pole. I screamed in surprise. No words could describe this moment. I was impossibly full with his long iron-like rod pushing apart my virgin channel.

“No…don’t move.” I wriggled in protest as he began to pull in and out of me. The friction caused by his slow rubbing was making me hot and I wanted to pee.

“Let it go.” He murmured, his fingers pinched my clitoris and I immediately erupted. My insides squeezed around his tool, trying to pull him in but he held on with a hiss.

"God! You’re tight.” Before my orgasm subsided he continued to impale me deeply, bringing my legs all the way to his shoulders. I gripped the bedding above me as he pistoned down into me with abandonment. My whole body shook as he pushed and pulled out of me. The way my breasts bounced to his movement aroused me to no end.

“Mr. Powell!” I moaned from the pain and pleasure. His impressive manhood continued pounding my poor tight pussy like forever. I was maneuvered into various positions: with one leg up while he scissored into me to pushing into me from behind.

How could he hold it in for so long? I wondered in between breaths as he positioned me facing the door way while he braced my back. I was straddling his thighs with him holding my hips in a tight grip, pushing me in and out of his huge cock. The slick and slap sounds were driving all coherent thoughts out of my mind. My internal dialogue was erased by another orgasm. I felt him close this time and I wished to bring him to his climax. From our long love making, I found the right grip for him. I wriggled my hips, grinding his mushroom head inside me to my womb. He moaned, letting me pleasure him. I continued with the squeeze and pulling, grinding until he couldn’t take it anymore. With a roar he thrust in once and then twice before releasing his pent-up seeds. That was when the door opened and like being dumped with ice water, we were drenched in cold silence.


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