She sagged against the recliner and listened to some songs to stay awake. She had not realized that she dozed off. A look at the nearby window told her it’s nearing 7 pm. “Jill, let’s have dinner. Come on.” They walked towards the dining area and Pierre was already there, bringing dishes on the table. “I didn’t know you cook, Mr. Whales.” She said as she sat. He laughed then. “Past my prime, Jill.”
They ate in amicable silence. The meal was superb---baked chicken and potatoes, some spicy gravy, coleslaw, and a generous serving of piping hot pumpkin soup. It was finished off with homemade Strawberry Ice cream. Jill helped Pierre with the dishes and brought Malik to his room. The poor kid fell asleep in minutes. He covered him with the blanket. She took her bag and went downstairs. She better leave now.
“Mr. Whales?” she called out. There was no answer. She knocked on the master’s bedroom door to say she was leaving.
“Come in.” He called out. With that, Jill opened the door and entered the room.
“Mr. Whales, I was just leaving. Malik is asleep already. He must have been very tired. Goodbye.”
“Close the door, Jill.”
“Mr. Whales, it’s late. I really should be going now.” She said quietly.
“I said close the door!” He practically shouted at her and so she did as she was told. She closed the door quietly and faced him.
“Take off your clothes.” He was behind a huge mahogany table and was looking at her intently.
“What? Mr. Whales, I better get going...”
“You won’t be able to get out of here Jill. Now take off your clothes.”
“I don’t want to.” She answered stubbornly.
He shook her head. “If you don’t take off your clothes, I’m going to rip them all off.”
She took a deep breath and unbuttoned her floral blouse, looking at him as she did so. This is what she wanted all along. She smiled inwardly.
“I can’t...I can’t do this Mr. Whales...” She pleaded with her eyes.
“Do it. Or I’ll tear everything off.” With that she continued removing her blouse. She tossed it on the floor. Next, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall at her feet.
“Come here, Jill.” She walked towards him wearing only a set of lilac underwear. She felt utterly exposed but inside, she’s really excited. She stopped a feet away from him and met his gaze. He stood then kissed her. Jill’s heart skipped a beat. He looked so handsome yet frightening. She kept her mouth close, knowing this would infuriate him. “Open your mouth, damn you.” He pressed himself against her and she almost jolted with the hardness of him. She let out a soft sigh and felt a rush of excitement growing inside her. “This is what you do to me, you bitch.” He fondled her tits, liking how they look in her bra. He plunged his fat tongue inside her mouth and teased her with it by making fucking motions deep in her throat. She sagged against him and pleaded. “Mr. Whales, please don’t hurt me.” With that, she placed her palm against his muscular chest and moaned as he kissed her. He unhooked her bra and buried his face in between her breasts. They were full and heavy. As he placed on nipple inside his mouth, Jill tossed her head and moaned deep in her throat. He suckled her nipples as he pinched her buttocks. She pressed her breast against his mouth. This excited him and made him kiss her more gently now but even wetter. He sat her on the table facing him and he spread her legs. Her thin white underwear is almost transparent. “God, you are wet!”
“Oh Pierre...” Her one foot went between his legs and massaged his cock. He was rock hard. Her juices came then, wishing he’d at least touch her. He looked at her for seconds then kissed her thighs. He held her knees to steady her as his mouth went nearer and nearer her now wet pussy. The sight of the wet part got him so aroused that he wasn’t able to hold back anymore. He started to lick her slowly against her panties, loving her taste through the thin cotton fabric. She moaned sweetly----without any pretense and arched her back. She closed her eyes as she savoured the sensations that flooded inside her. She went crazy as he removed her underwear and claimed her with his mouth. Without any fabric to buffer his tongue, her moans became even louder and louder. Her feet massaged his cock harder until he groaned. He quickly removed his clothes and entered her swiftly. He fucked her like that as she was seated on his table. She gripped his shoulders as his dick moved back and forth inside her pussy. Pierre closed his eyes, savouring her tightness, each movement taking him closer and closer over the edge. He gripped both her breasts as he banged her. God, it was so good. Her legs came over his waist, urging him to plunge deeper into her. It wasn’t enough. He carried her while his cock was still inside her and they collapsed on the bed. He rode her then, faster and faster until she was panting. Her eyes looked like she was on the verge of her climax. He went on, his hips banging hers without mercy.
They went on and on in a frisky rhythm, their bodies filled with sweat. As he pounced on her, she made all these arousing noises that made him even more turned on. He rode her even harder until she cried his name over and over. As his body tensed, she spread her legs even wider and urged him to go even faster... In seconds, he came with wild abandon, spilling his contents all over her tummy. Jill’s orgasm came a second later, sending quakes all over her body.
It took a while for their breathing to get steady and they just lay their, both filled with their own thoughts. He led her to the shower. As he rubbed her naked body with the sponge, he became excited all over again. Pierre kissed her as the water poured and rubbed his hands all over Jill’s body. Her hands snaked behind her neck and kissed him over and over. She kneeled down ever so slowly and took his cock inside her mouth. He gripped her head and pushed his dick deeper inside her. Her hands rubbed his strong thighs while her tongue tickled his silky skin. He sucked on his head over and over and rubbed it against her fat lips. Pierre fucked her mouth wildly, loving the way her mouth sucked him. Their movements began frantic and Pierre’s erection got so big that she almost choked. He came all over again, this time inside her mouth. After bathing, he carried her back to the bed again, eager to start another round...
What You Need
“Thanks for helping out, Mike.”
“It’s no problem. He reminds me of my little brother back home so it’s always fun for me to look after him,” he replied with a soft smile. “And no,” he added quickly. “It didn’t interfere with any of my college work, so don’t even think about saying it.”
Catherine chuckled in response. Juggling two jobs and taking care of a 3-year old was a tough situation for a 25-year old woman to get herself into, but it was people like Mike who made it just a little bit easier. The 19-year old college sophomore had moved to the apartment across from hers this past summer, her son Elliot taking to him quickly after a few meetings.
Mike had always offered to help out with Elliot when Catherine was going to job interviews, pulling double shifts or too tired to do much else. She had offered to pay him for his babysitting but he wanted none of it, telling her to save the money up instead.
“Do you need me to help with anything else?” he asked, pulling her away from her thoughts.
“I have groceries in the car,” she replied, standing up from the couch.
“Sit back down,” he ordered. “Give me the keys and I’ll get them. You just relax, put your feet up, watch TV, and I’ll be back.”
Catherine nodded, too tired to argue. She lies back against the cushions and let out a sigh. Her hands travelled to her feet, trying to massage the aches and pains of walking in heels all day.
She smiled tiredly as Mike walked back in, carrying four loaded bags right into the kitchen. She could hear him opening cupboards and the fridge several times, shouting a thank you knowing he had troubled himself to putting the groceries away. He came back to the living room area just a few minutes later, handing her a beer as he took a swig out of his own.
“Should you be drinking on a school night?”
“I don’t have class til 2PM,” he grinned cheekily. “A
nd don’t even start on me being 19 and drinking. You know you had a wild time with parties and alcohol too.”
“Do you always know what to say?”
“Yes,” he said smugly. “And I also know what to do.”
He sat his beer on the coffee table and leaned back on the couch, pulling her legs to stretch across his lap. He took one foot and started rubbing circles into her heel, eliciting a moan as his fingers did a better job than hers had. He repeated his actions with her other foot, smirking as her body went limp against the cushions.
“Turn over on your stomach.”
“What?”
“I know what to do, remember?” he said with a smile.
She had no reason not to trust him, so Catherine did as she was told. Before she could ask what he was planning to do, she felt his hands dig into her, kneading her sore muscles from the base of her neck all the way down to the small of her back.
“That felt amazing,” she groaned once his hands left her back, only to gasp at the feel of them massaging her ass. “What are you doing?”
“I told you,” he said huskily. “I know what to do.”
“Mike,” she whimpered as one of his hands disappeared under her skirt, his fingers tracing her lace-covered mound.
“Just relax, Cat. Let me give you what you need.”
Tired, vulnerable and not having much time for a social life had her succumbing to him, mewling when he pushed aside her panties to touch her flesh. A finger traced up and down her slit before sinking into her, another joining the first as he repeatedly pumped his hand.
She groaned in displeasure when his fingers left her. “Be patient,” he said softly, pulling her hips up and pushing her skirt to her waist. He rewarded her with his tongue swiping at her pussy, her groan dissolving into a moan.
She writhed on the couch as his mouth worked her over, rolling her hips to give him more of her. That action had him turning her over as knelt in front of the couch, giving him better access. Mike kept his eyes locked on hers as his mouth closed on her clit, licking and suckling as two fingers found their way back in her pussy.
“Fuck, that feels good,” she sighed, running her hand through his hair. “I’m so close.”
Mike abruptly pulled away at her words, shaking his head as he smirked up at her. Catherine begged for him to make her cum, trying to pull his head back down on her.
“Not that way,” he said, reaching in his back pocket to grab his wallet. He fished out a condom and held it up for her to see. “If you’re gonna cum, I’m gonna make you do it and feel you do it all over my cock.”
“Is this what they teach now in college?” she asked teasingly, quite turned on by his commanding nature.
Mike stood up and peeled off his shirt, smirking as he saw the look of appreciation on Catherine’s face. “Take off your clothes,” he said as he undid his pants.
“Holy cow,” she gasped at the sight of him. “You’re a big boy, aren’t you?”
“Wait til you feel that in you,” he said smugly. “No,” he said, swatting her hand away. “Let me do all the work, sweetheart.”
Mike ripped the foil package and quickly sheathed himself in the condom. He knelt on the couch and positioned himself between her legs, her thighs spreading apart to accommodate him. In one quick movement, he thrust into her, her hands clamping over her mouth to suppress her moans.
Catherine wrapped her legs around his waist, her feet locking at his back, as his thrusts got harder and faster. He supported his weight on one hand as the other went between them, finding her clit and rubbing hard circles into it, pushing her over the edge. She bit into his shoulder to muffle her screams as he kept pumping while she rode out her climax.
“Fuck, that was good,” she groaned as he slowed down his pace.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he said with a chuckle. “You’re gonna need to cum a few more times for me to be done.”
“Take me to bed and give me all you’ve got.”
The Position
“Hi! I’m here about the babysitter job.”
“Come in.”
Anthony Palmer ran a palm down his face as he walked into the kitchen to fetch some drinks and snacks. Who knew that trying to find a babysitter was a tough job? He had already interviewed three people this afternoon, now on his fourth. He was desperately hoping that this one would work out just so he can stop dealing with more interviews.
Walking back to the living room, he started asking her questions. Carla Humphries was a college junior staying home for the summer. She was studying child psychology, hence the reason she wanted to find a babysitting job rather than being a waitress with a steadier paycheck. She also knew how to cook and clean the house, which was a huge plus. Basically, he thought she was perfect for the job, immediately offering her an amount.
“Wow, that much?” she asked disbelievingly. “For that amount, I can throw in doing your errands, tutoring for her classes and taking her out on field trips, and maybe a couple of other things. You’re new at this, aren’t you?”
“Is it too much?” he asked. “My ex-wife was usually the one who arranged for babysitters so I don’t really know. I just want the best care for my daughter.”
“I can assure you that I can give her that,” she said with a warm smile. “Where is Arianne? I would love to meet her.”
“She’s currently with her mom across town,” he replied, explaining the situation with his ex-wife. Her work had her travelling a lot, so he had sole custody and her with visitation rights. “Arianne will be back tomorrow. Will it be okay for you to start then? I leave for work around 9AM and should be home around 4PM every day.”
Carla nodded affirmatively. “Is it okay to ask for a tour of the house? It’ll be helpful so I know where everything is, food, clean sheets, laundry area, that sort of thing.”
Anthony obliged, taking her around the house and telling her where everything was and some things he thought would be helpful in dealing with Arianne. He rattled off a few house rules and by the time they reached the end of the hallway, he figured he told her everything he needed to know.
“What’s in this room?” she asked, pointing to the last door.
“That’s my bedroom,” he replied. “I don’t think you need to see that. Arianne’s not allowed in there anyway.”
“She’s not, but what about me?”
“What are you saying?”
“Remember how I said I could do a couple other things for you?”
The meaning of her words wasn’t lost on him, especially not after she moved closer, her fingers playing with the collar of his shirt.
“I don’t think this is very professional,” he mumbled.
“Neither was looking down my shirt when I was writing on that little application of yours, nor was staring at my ass you took me on the grand tour.”
“This isn’t a good idea.”
“How come? You’re not married. Your kid isn’t here. We’re all alone. It’s the perfect time for you to get a taste of my services.”
“T-t-taste?” he stuttered as she took his hands in hers and placed them on her chest.
“Go ahead Mr. Palmer,” she urged, pulling her shirt down to reveal her breasts. “Feel them. Taste them.”
He always prided himself as a man who knew restraint when temptation comes knocking. But now, with no ties holding him back and a beautiful girl offering herself to him, he decided to throw caution to the wind and give in.
He pulled her closer, bringing one dusky pink nipple to his mouth, his tongue licking it to a hardened peak and repeated the action with the other breast. He hummed against her flesh when she felt his hand stroke his cock through his pants.
Anthony blindly reached for the doorknob behind him, pulling her into the bedroom. He pulled his mouth free from her breasts and started taking his shirt off, Carla dropping to her knees in front of him to help with his pants.
“I knew you were big when I was feeling you up, but wow,” she said in awe
.
He looked down to see her big doe eyes staring up in wonder, almost missing the playful smirk on her lips before she took him in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down in a steady pace as one hand fondled his balls, moaning as she took him deep in her throat several times.
Anthony pulled her to her feet before he got close to exploding, ripping at her clothes and pushing her down on the bed. Carla crawled to the edge on all fours, wiggling her ass in the air to tease him as she heard him fumbling around looking for a condom. She rubbed her pussy, her excitement growing when she heard the tearing of a foil packet break through the silence.
He gave his cock a few more strokes before he approached, rubbing the blunt tip against her wet slit before thrusting into her.
“Oh fuck, you are so big,” she moaned. “Fill my pussy up, Mr. Palmer.”
Anthony grabbed her hips and started pounding relentlessly into her, pulling her back to meet each of his thrusts. “You like being fucked, don’t you?” he groaned. “You offer these services to other dads, huh?”
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