Pregnant By My Boss: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance Compilation

by Cassandra Dee

  But the sad thing was that once upon a time, Alexandria was my type. She was always an annoying bitch, but I guess in my youth I didn’t focus on personality so much. So long as the female was a stunner, someone to make every man’s dick hard, then I was okay with it. I could put up with all sorts of shit so long as she was a ten on the traditional looks scale, someone who was paparazzi-ready night and day.

  But my thinking’s changed, all the old shit makes no sense anymore, so it’s out with the old and in with the new. Maybe it was because my ex was a six foot skeleton, all looks and no brain, and five years with her wore me down. I mean, how many dinners did we have where there was literally no conversation? Not a single word exchanged, and not because she and I were on bad terms. Vivian just didn’t have a cell in her brain, so at most, we could chat about the weather or our daughter, if she’d even bothered to see Violet that day. Plus, my ex never ate either, just swilling wine the entire meal. Is that even safe? Is it safe to be drinking gallons of alcohol on an empty stomach, night after night?

  But my ex was gone now, and I was more than thankful. Because oh fuck yeah, I’m a different man now. It was a tough lesson, but I like sweet, curvy and sexy now, a little poundage makes my pulse race, the blood course in my dick like a hammer coming to life. I want huge tits, the kind I can bury myself in, fucking their sweet bellies if I want a titty session. And as for ass … I never thought of myself as an ass man, my previous girlfriends had nothing to speak of back there, flat as a pancake. But now I like them bountiful, huge, the better to knead, squeeze, and penetrate illicitly.

  Because oh yeah, I want anal. I want to pound a butt so hard that the woman comes, her breasts dragging on the ground as she kneels before me, doggy-style, taking it from the back. I want to ruin that asshole, make her cry out in pleasure as her back pucker is breached, as she gives me everything she has to give, curvy body rolling and shaking as she’s fucked from behind.

  But I forced myself under control because my thoughts were getting away from me and right now, I just wanted to locate my babysitter. My sweet, sweet teen sitter with the body of my fantasies, whose face had been superimposed on my dream girl, the one who took such good care of my daughter. Oh yeah, when Mandy had lifted Violet into her arms, soothing the tot, I’d felt a surge of something. I’m not sure what it was. But Mandy looked so maternal, so beautiful, cuddling the baby. What would it be like to see the teen swell with my child, that curvy form becoming even rounder, her stomach blossoming with the evidence of my seed, my virility? Fuck, that wasn’t enough. I wanted to see her bloom over and over again, bearing two, three, even four of my children.

  What the fuck is wrong with you? I raged. This was no way to think about my innocent babysitter. Mandy was probably asleep next to my daughter even now, maybe hugging one of my daughter’s stuffed animals, her breath mixing softly with Violet’s. Fuck, I was a sick bastard, my imagination had gone over the edge, way off the reservation.

  So reining myself in, I cracked open the door to Violet’s room. But there was no Mandy. Nope, Violet was asleep, a little blonde lump in her child-size bed, curled up and peaceful. There was definitely no teen temptation camped out in the room anywhere. Softly, I closed the door once more, shaking my head. Where could my babysitter be? Maybe the study? The library?

  But shit, all that alcohol at dinner turned on the waterworks and I needed to piss. So I strode over to my suite and opened the door quietly. What the fuck? Was someone in here? Something was off, there was a rectangle of light under the en suite door and the distinct sound of water splashing.

  What the fuck, what the hell was going on? Did I have a leak? It was totally possible given that new construction these days can be shoddy, even if you paid millions for a renovation. And this couldn’t be a robbery, unless the sick fucks had decided to take a bath in my room before taking my shit. So what the fuck?

  I pressed forward again and the splashing sounds continued, this time louder as I leaned towards the door. And fuck, but sounds came out then. Not the singing I’d thought I’d heard, but the moans of a woman enjoying herself, pleasuring herself over and over again in a luxurious bath. Her breathy sighs and gasps rang out in the tiled space, the echoes magnifying every throaty gasp, every needy whimper so fucking arousing.

  Oh shit. I had to see, I fucking had to see this. It could only be one person and the right thing to do would have been to spin on my heel and beat feet out of there, to let my teen babysitter enjoy herself and pretend like nothing happened. Fuck I should get back into my car and drive in loops until my body calmed, dick under control, heart rate slowed.

  But I couldn’t. Because the entire night, images of Mandy’s face and body had been dancing through my mind, speaking to me as my stupid date talked, her lips moving but soundless as I dreamed of another woman. Shit, I’d spent the entire two hours fantasizing about my sweet babysitter, envisioning Mandy’s sweet smile when I got back, seeing that curvy body. So to suddenly realize the teen was in my bathroom, pleasuring herself, blew my top off and I fucking had to see. I had to. I owed it to myself.

  Nudging the door open, every rational thought flew out of my head as the beast within roared to life, zooming to the fore like a fucking hungry monster. Because Mandy was there. And oh god, but she was so creamy, so tantalizing … and so dirty. The teen slut had the shower head positioned between her thighs as she blasted water straight up her twat, those huge breasts bobbling as she moaned and sighed in ecstasy, one hand tweaking a giant tit. And oh fuck, but as I watched, the little girl lost it. Yep, right there in my bathtub, the beautiful woman came, creaming hard, her pussy spasming visibly, the pink snatch clenching again and again as tremors electrified that sweet body, her pink flesh giving it up, an earthquake shattering the gorgeous girl.

  And every shred of decency evaporated then. Instead of backing off, slipping away unseen, I stepped completely into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. Not that the woman noticed. Mandy was lost in her own world, her body quivering and shaking with orgasm, that pink pussy pulsing so hard that water sloshed everywhere, tits flying left and right as she moaned and screamed.

  And right as she hit her peak, eyes squeezed shut, every fiber of her body alive with electricity, she screamed my name. Holy fucking shit. The brunette was crying out for me, over and over again, there were the distinct words of “Fuck me, Mr. Parker, fuck me.”

  And the male animal within roared again, dormant no more, growling, ready to take, own, possess. She was mine, no fucking way was I gonna stand here and watch a girl cream herself while dreaming of me. I was getting in on the game stat and Mandy was about to get the ride of her life. So dick rigid in my pants, I began clapping, the sound slow and resonant in the tiled space.

  The brunette’s eyes flew open then, her mouth forming a perfect pink “O.” Oh god, what would it feel like to have those plush lips circling my cock, sucking the seed from my balls, the source of all life? Oh fuck yeah, that’s what I wanted, that was absolutely on my to-do list. But first things first.

  “Hey Mandy,” I ground out, eyes dancing, body hard.

  And the girl sat up with a jerk, gasping for air.

  “Mr. Parker!” the brunette shrieked, scrambling, trying to sit up without slipping. She was so bountiful that it was totally futile, water sloshed everywhere as she grabbed the tub edge, trying to get a grip, the wet sound of her butt sliding against porcelain loud and raunchy. Shit, there was so much liquid on the floor we’d probably need one of those wet-vacs to dry this place out. But no worries, it was totally worth it.

  “Hey Mandy,” I rumbled again, a casual tone in my voice, acting like everything was normal despite our illicit circumstances. “How goes?”

  And the brunette turned beet red then, hunching in the water so that her big breasts were submerged. But it was futile. The water was clear so there were no bubbles to hide her nudity, nothing to shield that sweet white flesh, and I looked my fill, eyebrows raised.

  “I’m so sorry,
” the brunette babbled, clutching her arms over her chest, trying to shield herself, clamping her thighs tight. I chuckled a bit because I had every intention of parting those legs, looking straight up into her channel as far as the eye could see before burying my cock deep into the plush depths.

  But the girl was still apologizing.

  “I’m so sorry,” she rushed again, eyes wide, a flush running from her hairline all the way down her sweet chest. “Violet’s okay, I put her to sleep, I just thought I’d enjoy myself a little, you know, take a bath in this guest suite ….”

  And I looked at her with an eyebrow arched.

  “Guest suite?” I rumbled. “This is my room, where I sleep. You’re in my room, honey.”

  And the teen gasped again, clutching herself even tighter, so tight that a boob literally popped free, bobbling in the water, pink nipple hard, begging to be tasted. But Mandy was still blathering on with the apologies and didn’t even notice.

  “You-your room?” she stuttered. “I had no idea, Mr. Parker I thought you’d be in the master suite, although maybe with the divorce and all …” she said, the words coming to a slow halt.

  But fuck my marriage had been over years ago and I wasn’t afraid to talk about it.

  “Vivian and I started sleeping separately a long time ago,” I rumbled smoothly. “So yeah, I moved here and she stayed in there, it was better that way,” I said, beginning to unfasten my belt, loosen my shirt.

  And the brunette’s eyes went wide again, mouth in an “O” as the dress shirt slipped off my broad shoulders, belt buckle dropping to the floor with a clunk. I growled because not only was the teen staring, but one soft hand was caressing a breast, trailing light circles around her nipple. Did Mandy even know she was doing it? Or was she still so caught in the thrall of pleasure that she was responding to her body’s needs, unaware how she was telegraphing it to the world?

  But fuck, no worries, I wanted a piece of that and was determined to get my fill.

  “Keep going, Mandy, keep touching yourself,” I rumbled low in my chest, eyes glued to that sweet form.

  And she jolted and stopped then, hand burying itself in the water once more.

  “Mr. Parker, what are you doing?” she whispered, eyes wide. “Are you getting in the tub with me?” she gasped, eyeing every inch of bronze flesh revealed as my clothes dropped to the floor.

  But I never answered because the little girl let out an “Oh god!” then, eyes fixed to my body. Shit yeah, I’d just lost the boxer shorts and stood completely nude before her now, Adonis come to life. Even though I’m nearing forty, I make sure to work out every day and eat right, and hey, maybe it’s good genes but I look a good fifteen years younger than my biological age. So my chest was broad, wide and deep, and my arms and legs thick and strong. But that was all secondary next to my dick. My penis was at full mast at the moment and stuck out from my hips at a ninety degree angle, powerful, hard, huge, ready to take.

  “Oh my god,” whispered Mandy from the tub, her white form suddenly gone totally still, eyes fixed on my rock-hard erection.

  And I laughed throatily then.

  “Don’t be scared,” I drawled, “This isn’t going in you … not tonight at least.”

  And the brunette flushed immediately, another low moan escaping from her throat.

  “Tonight?” she echoed, those big brown eyes never leaving my cock.

  “No, not tonight,” I repeatedly silkily. “Tonight, you’re just gonna watch.”

  And with that, I took my cock in a big hand and fisted it, the huge pole thick and hard. Squeezing tightly, I ran my hand up and down the fuckrod, body tense, head thrown back as I stroked myself.

  “Mmmm,” I rumbled, opening my eyes to look at the little girl. “Feels so fucking good. I love how you look at me.”

  And the brunette inhaled quickly, eyes still wide and glued to my fuckpole.

  “I-I can’t believe this is happening,” she said in a tremulous voice. “Oh my god.”

  And I chuckled deeply in my chest, knees locked as my hand slipped up and down, tracing the bulging veins in my cock, pink mushroom head slick and wet.

  “See that honey?” I growled, making electric eye contact with her. “See how much I want you, all that pre-cum?”

  And sure enough, at that very moment a bead of sperm slipped out from my tip and my big hand swept it over the huge pole, wet sucking noises beginning to sound out as I fisted myself again and again.

  “Mmmm, fuck,” I ground out, eyes closed, enjoying the sensations of performing for a beautiful woman, one who was nude and undoubtedly stroking herself in the tub. “Fuuuuck,” I ground out again.

  Because Mandy was now visibly toying with her breasts, both creamy orbs above the water line, a hand on each as she tweaked her nipples, pinching and rubbing the pink crests.

  “Oh god, Mr. Parker, oh god,” she panted, eyes glued to my hot pole.

  And never one to disappoint, I increased the pace, stroking harder, faster, gripping myself tighter. Oh fuck, oh fuck, it felt so good and I knew I couldn’t last long.

  “Baby girl,” I ground out even as my hand continued its fucking. “Touch yourself. Touch yourself down below,” I commanded.

  And without thinking, Mandy obeyed. One soft hand disappeared below the water to trace her clit, rubbing circles around the sensitive nub until with a small gasp, she pressed down hard on the button, tremors shooting through her body.

  “That’s it,” I rasped. “Come with me baby, come with me.”

  And just like that, both of us lost it. My orgasm was crazy, I hadn’t come so hard in years. Semen erupted from my pole, arcing across the bathroom to splash wetly in the tub, mixing with Mandy’s sweet cum as I pumped and pumped, goo oozing everywhere.

  And the girl completely gave in as well, her cries of pleasure ringing out in the small space. “Mr. Parker!” she shrieked. “Oh god, yes, Mr. Parker!” I watched as her body spasmed and shook, cunt gushing and pulsing at once, wetly giving it up as she frigged herself harder, riding that sweet clit to the edge. “Oh GOD!” the brunette cried again, hand a blur between her legs, a motor on her puss.

  And fuck, but I was no better. My cum just wouldn’t stop, arc after arc soared out from my dick tip, the hot white pumping so hard and fast that it was like three orgasms rolled into one, one right after another. My balls clenched high and tight, cock jerking again and again in my hand, sweet missiles of sperm repeatedly splashing into the tub.

  “Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK!” I roared, chest tight as my hips pounded, fist like a vise around the pulsing shaft. And fuck, but I was still coming, the white so copious and thick that I could have fathered five kids right there, there was so much sperm, so much goodness.

  And when it was all over, our bodies shaking with mere shivers instead of full-on tremors, her pussy quaking in the aftermath, the sperm dripping from my tip instead of shooting from it, I looked down at my hand. Fuck, it was coated in oozing white goo, the hot stuff steamy and virile. And suddenly I knew exactly where I wanted it to go.

  Closing the distance between us in two long strides, I held it to the brunette’s lips.

  “Drink it baby,” I rumbled, blue eyes seizing those big brown ones. “Taste Daddy’s cum.”

  Mandy stared at me with shocked eyes, that curvy form still panting, still heaving in post-orgasmic ecstasy. But then her lashes dropped, and with a soft sigh, the brunette leaned forward, that pink tongue licking my palm, scooping up the hot sperm into her mouth, letting it sit in her mouth for a moment, savoring, before swallowing audibly.

  “Daddy,” she breathed, looking up at me coyly through her lashes. “You taste amazing.”

  And fuck, but my cock grew rock hard once more. Because the teen was perfect for me. Everything about her, that sweet, sensuous body, the dulcet voice, her sheer dirtiness, first fucking herself in my tub then swallowing my sperm, she was perfect, one hundred percent. And all I wanted was more … as much Mandy as possible, as soon as possible. />
  CHAPTER FIVE

  Mandy

  It wasn’t awkward at all. It should have been but it wasn’t for whatever reason. Because after I licked the sperm off his hand, Mr. Parker chuckled deep in his chest.

  “Baby girl,” he rumbled. “You are one dirty slut.”

  And the words should have made me angry, should have repulsed me but instead, they turned me on, made my pussy cream again even though I’d just gushed hard into the tub.

  “I know, Mr. Parker, I know,” I whispered, looking up at him through my lashes. “And my slutty cunt wants you, wants your cock inside,” I murmured, the words slipping through my lips like honey. Oh my god, was it me saying that sentence? Saying unbelievable dirty phrases that made both him and I jerk, snap alert?

  But yeah, it was me, and my body went with it. I was possessed, a new woman, ripe and sexy, and for the life of me I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. Mr. Parker was hard again, and that huge rod was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Thick and solid, jutting out from his waist at ninety degrees, bobbing slightly and just inches from my face. There’s nothing that can prepare you for how big a dick is in real life, veins throbbing vividly, pole shaking with each pound of blood.

  And oh fuck, but I wanted to taste it. I wanted to feel it in me, feel it take me deep, hard, make me cry out with ecstasy, a slave to him. So I pleaded with my eyes and my words.

  “Please Mr. Parker, please?” I said breathily, brown eyes wide.

  But the big man just chuckled.

  “Naw, not tonight sweetheart,” he rumbled. “Water must be getting cold and your parents are gonna wonder where you are.”

  The word “parents” brought me back to reality with a jolt. Oh my god. My parents. Trish and Jim would be shocked to find out that their dear daughter, class valedictorian and budding college student was currently acting out her dirtiest fantasies with their trusted neighbor, a family man.