A Babysitter For Daddy

by Paul Fillmore

  Mr. Donaldson ushered Mona into the den, then left her for a moment. It was obvious he had been drinking a little and Mona was glad he wasn't going to be around. She wondered where Pete was. Then Mr. Donaldson returned, an envelope in his hand and closed the door behind him. Mona looked at him with a puzzled expression.

  "Well, how about a little drink?" the man said, stepping behind the bar, laying the envelope on the formica top and reaching for a bottle.

  "No thank you, sir," Mona replied, beginning to feel uneasy. "Are you and Mrs. Donaldson going out soon?"

  "Oh, Mrs. Donaldson isn't here. She took Pete up to our country place for a few days. He has a little cold, and we took him out of school. Wont be back until tomorrow." Smiling, he poured two large glasses of whiskey, added dashes of soda, then moved toward Mona, picking up the envelope on the way. "Here. Try this. If it's too strong, I'll add a little soda."

  "I... I don't drink, sir," Mona replied really feeling confused now. If Pete was out of town, then why was she here? She asked him as much.

  "Try it," he insisted setting it down beside her. "You never know, you might need it."

  There was something ominous in his voice and Mona picked up the drink, sipping at the harsh, burning liquid. Since Mr. Donaldson hadn't answered her question, Mona asked it a second time, making a wry face after tasting the liquor.

  "Oh, yes, well..." he began, sitting down and picking up the envelope. "It has to do with these. Here. Take a look. I never knew my son had such good taste."

  Puzzled, Mona took the proffered envelope, sat her drink down and opened it. Her heart lurched when she saw the pictures, every one a perfect masterpiece of pornography, bright and clear. There she was, sucking Pete's dick, and then he was fucking her dog-fashion, his dick glistening wet in the shots where it was partly out of her. Arnold was there too, his cock rammed up her ass. Mona blushed hotly, unable to look up. She was glad now she had sipped the drink, for the liquor was warming her, holding back the cold chill of dread that swept through her.

  "How do you like them?" Mr. Donaldson asked, a slight hint of amusement in his tone. "Nice, huh? Yes, indeed. You know what I said to myself when I saw those? Huh? I said, Charlie, that's my name, Charlie, I said, you just gotta meet the chick that posed for these flicks. Yep. That's what I said, all right." By now his tone was dark and husky, his lust creeping into the sound. Mona felt the chilly dread spreading despite the liquor and flushed hotly. There wasn't the slightest doubt in Mona's mind what Mr. Donaldson had in mind. If anything, she would only be surprised at some of the little specials he would dream up.

  "There, there," Mr. Donaldson soothed, seeing Mona's reaction. "It's not all that bad. I'm sure we can work something out so's I don't have to show these to your parents. After all, I'm not the sort of guy to knock somebody digging getting the cock banged to them the way you seem to. Naw."

  By now he was almost chuckling, fully in command of the situation, and was stalling for time only long enough to give Mona an opportunity to realize this too. Donaldson knew that Mona would struggle at first, but sooner or later she would come around. She would have to.

  "Never mind, sweetie," he continued. "Just have another sip of your drink. It'll help you. See! I told you it would." By then Mona had eagerly reached for the drink and swallowed a large gulp. Squinting her eyes involuntarily as the liquor went down, she quickly gulped another swig. "Hey!" Donaldson chuckled, "You sure go for the hootch pretty good too, huh?"

  Now the flush spread throughout, and Mona had difficulty knowing if it came from what Mr. Donaldson was saying or the drink. By now, however, he had risen and was sitting on the arm of her chair. Reaching down, he picked up the pictures she had let drop in her lap and began flipping through them, pausing now and then and calling strict attention to a particular pose. Mona blushed even hotter.

  "Now like I was saying," he mused then, pointing his finger at one of her nipples, then moving forward. "I'm sure we can work something out. Something that will be good for both of us. Huh? What'cha think?"

  Just then his fingertip came in contact with Mona's hard, alert nipple, made passionate by the prospect of being seduced by this older man. Remembering the size of the dildo Miss Barker had used on her, Mona was certain he would have a cock similar, only perhaps wouldn't be as gentle. His touch melted her and she knew it was useless to argue. Mona knew the man would probably carry out the threat, and in fact, having been so obviously worked up by the pictures, might even just rape her if she refused, then dare her to report him. He would deny it, show the pictures, say he'd found them in his son's drawer, questioned him, and that he must have told the girl about what happened. This was just her way of trying to blackmail him or something. Sadly, Mona realized it would probably be believed too.

  By now Donaldson was flipping her nipple back and forth; then he reached down and squeezed it between his thumb and finger. Mona groaned loudly, leaning her head back. Then the man's lips were on hers and his tongue stabbing hotly into her mouth.

  Cupping her entire breast, Donaldson massaged it roughly. With his free hand he lifted her skirt front and slid his fingers along the insides of her thighs. Again Mona moaned, answering his kiss with an ardent one of her own. Then his fingertips were brushing against the damp crotch of her panties, and Mona found herself spreading her legs widely.

  Massaging Mona's pussy through her panties, shoving his fingers inward, from time to time driving the wet fabric deep between the lips of her cunt, Donaldson allowed the folds of the lounge robe he wore to part. He wore nothing underneath, and his dick stuck out ready and throbbing.

  Pulling his lips away from Mona's, Mr. Donaldson peered down at her, and satisfied at what he saw, grinned. 'Well, I see we can agree. Good. Here, give me your hand."

  Reaching out, and Mona unable to stop him, he pulled her hand to his hard, hot cock. Mesmerized, Mona felt her fingers closing around the long shaft, even felt it throb in her hand, and the burning sensation of the liquor seemed to triple. Her clit, already excited, jumped to life. Donaldson was just rubbing her there when it suddenly sprang up, and increased the pressure. Soon Mona was twisting and writhing on the chair, her legs spread wider and wider, skirt climbing high slowly as she crept further down in the chair trying to get herself closer to the pleasure-giving appendage. At the same time she squeezed and jerked Donaldson's cock up and down urgently, her moans becoming louder. When Donaldson again cupped her taut breast, the added stimulus was sufficient to make Mona climax.

  As the spasms racked through her, Mona cried out, humping herself forward onto the prodding finger. The hot cock in her hand seemed to grow even bigger and she found herself dreaming of what it was going to feel like when he stuck it in her.

  "Oohhh, oh, oouuuuuu," Mona gasped, grating and gyrating her hips in a dance of agony. "Aughhhh, please... oh, oh, oh... please... Oouuuuuuuu!"

  "My, my," Donaldson chuckled, increasing his efforts on her clit even more until Mona's back was painfully arched as she thrust her pussy up to be teased and stroked. "We are a hot little piece of ass, aren't we," he mimicked sarcastically. "Maybe if you had something in your mouth you wouldn't be making so much noise. Yeah! Say, like a good, hard dick!"

  With that he turned his body toward her, half standing. His cock jutted straight out, aimed at the parted lips of Mona's mouth. The girl opened her eyes slightly, saw the huge head of his dick only inches away from her mouth, swallowed hard, then closed her eyes again. The next second Donaldson had moved forward and he touched the head of his dick to her hot lips.

  "That's it. Just open that sweet little mouth of yours so I can shove my dick in it. You know, like you done for the boys."

  Despite her revulsion at what was happening, again being forced into sex against her will, Mona found she was powerless to prevent it. Even now her own need swelled again inside her and she wasn't even completely through coming the first time. She would still jerk wildly every time Donaldson rubbed hard across her cli
t, gasping out as she did so.

  Slowly her mouth opened and the hard cock sank into her mouth. At once Mona noticed that his cock tasted much saltier than that of the boys. Also, being larger, Mona held onto the shaft still so that too much of it wouldn't go into her mouth and gag her. Donaldson was moving back and forth fast now, his swinging balls occasionally bumping her chin. Awkwardly bent, he still rubbed and teased at Mona's pussy through her panties, now shoving the misshapen nylon almost three inches into her slit.

  Mona's tongue circled the huge head and Donaldson slammed himself forward, the head of his cock finally nudging the back of her throat. Pumping in and out very quickly, Donaldson soon stood erect, forgetting momentarily his attentions to Mona's pussy. Grabbing her firmly by the head, Donaldson fucked into her mouth with abandon, trying to ram his dick as hard and far into her as he could. He ignored the hand she used as sort of a stopper, occasionally managing to force an extra inch past it. Mona would gag then, and Donaldson would pound into her all that much harder, feeling his semen beginning to boil deep down. Each time his come-laden balls bumped into Mona's chin now they seemed electrified, and Mona could almost feel the swell happening as the thick come amassed, knowing that any second he would spurt the heavy come into her mouth.

  Throwing his head back and uttering a cry, Donaldson pumped hard into Mona's mouth, held steady for an instant, then furiously humped himself at her.

  At the same time massive gobs of the thick come spurted out of the end of his dick. Mona, though expecting it, was still caught by surprise. She gulped hard. Her mouth was quickly feeling and swallowing the stuff. Even then, gulping down the hot come as fast as her throat would work, Mona couldn't keep up. Soon the murky cream was edging out around the corners of Mona's mouth, then dribbling down her chin. Still she couldn't keep up. Shocked, Mona felt the sticky stuff still backing up in her mouth and then it began running out through her nose, down over her lip and around the huge cock that had jetted it into her.

  "Gubbbb... glbbbbb... ugghhhuuu," Mona whimpered, thinking there to be no end to his come. Tightening his hold on her head even more, Donaldson was shoving and ramming his cock into her mouth as hard as he could. Having swollen larger when he came, the head of Donaldson's dick would sometimes block Mona's throat and more of his come would gurgle out her nose and mouth. But the come Donaldson would shoot off just then was forced straight down Mona's throat, almost gagging her again. Then he would pull back, hump back and forth into her mouth a few quick times, and again ram himself as hard into her as she could take. Each time a new wad of come would spurt out into her mouth.

  "Glugguuurrbb!" Mona gagged desperately, almost unable to take the next wad. Donaldson ignored her, fucking all that much faster until finally he was spent. Then, standing very still, he gulped for breath.

  "Oh... oh, wow! Baby, you... you're really something. W-wow! Th-that's the... oh, whew... the best blow job I've ever had!"

  Looking down then and seeing his come running down the lower part of her face, almost falling onto her skirt, he grinned and pulled himself back, his once proud cock hanging limply. With two quick steps he had grabbed a bar towel and tossed it to Mona. It fell into her lap and she glanced at it, unseeing for an instant. Picking it up, she began wiping the sticky come from her face. Deep down, however, Mona was purring softly. As Donaldson's come had oozed down her throat time and again she knew she had found her favorite sex act. Something about it excited her more than she could describe. Cautiously she glanced at Donaldson. He was watching her closely.

  "Well, now, that wasn't too bad, was it?" he asked, seeming to test Mona's reaction now that it was over. Mona could only shake her head, afraid to trust her voice. "Man, where did you ever learn to suck cock like that? Wow, you were the greatest," he went on, determined to get some reaction from her.

  "I... I don't know," Mona murmured softly, not feeling as uptight as before. Again she glanced in his direction and this time held her gaze for an instant before looking back at her hands.

  "Here, honey, have another drink. Kind of a chaser. Huh?" This time Mona accepted the drink willingly, letting the strong, amber liquid slip easily into her stomach. She had begun to feel giddy but this refreshed her. Temporarily. Donaldson too took a deep swig, confident now that he was still in control. Knowing the girl wouldn't have to be back for several hours, he could take his time and before he was through would have sampled about everything Mona had to offer. Sitting down, he lit a cigarette and waited for Mona to compose herself. At last the girl sighed, straightened her shoulders and looked at him as best she could.

  "May I go home now?" she questioned, hoping he would say no. The wicked grin assured her it was.

  "Home? Why, honey, we've just got acquainted. Take it easy. Here, have another drink. Later, I'll show you the house. Especially," he paused, increasing the meaning in his look, "the bedrooms."

  Mona felt herself tingling all over, and after finishing the third drink felt wobbly as Donaldson directed her ahead of him. She felt him reach down and run the palm of his hand over the smooth curve of her ass. Her entire ass lurched with lust when he squeezed one cheek. Laughing, Donaldson stopped the glassy eyed Mona and with a quick flip and pull had her skirt undone and around her ankles. Mona's soft blue bikini panties bulged thickly with the mound of her pussy, the crotch thoroughly soaked.

  Gazing down at her, Donaldson ran the tip of his tongue over his parched lips and shifted his focus to her youthful breasts. Again he reached out, quickly snipped open the buttons and tossed the open front over her shoulders. Without hesitation, Mona let her blouse fall behind her, standing there then in only her bra and panties.

  "Man," Donaldson wheezed out, his eyes burning with desire at the sight of her almost naked form. "You are really some good looker. What a pair of knockers you got. How old are you, anyway? Oh, well, never mind," he added quickly, as much for not wanting to be reminded himself as for compassion for Mona. Reaching out, he pulled her to him again, kissing her hard. His tongue tasted the strong drink in her mouth and his hands caressed her loveliness. Mona groaned and pressed herself against him, his own body naked beneath the gaping robe. She felt his dick getting hard again, pressing against her leg. Mona's desire heightened.

  Breathing hard, Donaldson broke the kiss and hurried Mona through the door. Again she unconsciously swung her ass back and forth as she strode uncertainly in front of him. Reaching out to caress the soft cheeks of her ass again, Donaldson's cock came to full hardness and he pulled her back. Glancing about hurriedly and after seeing the large overstuffed sofa to be the closest thing, he pulled Mona after him.

  Lying down on his back, Mona standing before him, he reached up and tugged at the waistband of her panties. Pulling them down tantalizingly slow, eyes feasting on the softness of her creamy white skin, Donaldson breathed harshly, beads of sweat appearing on his balding forehead. When Mona's cunt hairs came into view, Donaldson gasped, and yanked her panties the rest of the way off hurriedly. Mona stepped out of them, her own gaze caressing the man's cock, hard and ready again.

  "Take off your bra," Donaldson croaked hoarsely. "Get naked like me. Here," he said quickly, jumping up and stripping off his robe. "Like this."

  Mona didn't need the orders and quickly unfastened her bra snaps, letting her skimpy garment fall in front of her. Nipples taut and erect, Mona felt a slight chill pass through her once she was totally nude. Again she felt embarrassment flushing over her. Donaldson noticed too, and grinning again, lay down on the couch.

  "Come here, sit on top of me," he said, pulling Mona to him. "You ever got on top. No? Never? Well, you're gonna like it. You get up on top and just sit down on it, let it go into you. It might seem a little big at first, but after a while you'll get used to it. Here, I'll show you."

  Mona was awkwardly positioned and at his request reached down and held his massive dick upright, pointed at her slit. The throbbing heat of his meat excited her anew and she could feel the dampness in
side her cunt increasing. She knew that she would sit down on his cock, and that she would sit down hard, because she wanted it. It disturbed her that she couldn't control herself any better, but right then she was too occupied to worry about it. Now the head of his dick was only an inch away from her pussy lips and he was still urging her downward.

  Moving her knees around until she was comfortable, Mona concentrated on what she was doing. Lowering herself slowly until the head was nestled between the damp, hot lips of her pussy, Mona rubbed herself back and forth on it, enjoying the sound of Donaldson's anguished moans as the slick wetness of her pussy scraped across the supersensitive head of his dick. He was bucking up to her now, urging and pleading with her to stick it in herself. Finally unable to contain herself further, Mona dropped downward.

  The head of his dick sank three inches deep into Mona's wet, warm cunt. Much larger than that of the boys' Mona had known until now, she felt a sense of shock and fullness. Raising herself a little, she looked down, saw the enormous cock, the head hidden from sight, protruding from her and felt her heart begin to pound. Just then Donaldson shoved himself upwards again, sinking two more inches of his long dick into her pussy. Mona tightened her muscles, leaned forward on her hands and winced. As he dropped downward, the top edge of his cock grated along and over her clit, sending shivers trembling through her body.