So being a babysitter around here could definitely be lucrative. The idea has my heart beating fast- finally, the chance to succeed!
The day is hot, a dry heat that is making my throat sore. And damn it, I forgot to bring a water bottle. I try to ignore it for a while, but the sting in my throat becomes unbearable by the time I see my favorite cafe on the next block.
I toss my dark blonde hair over my shoulder and wipe the sweat from my forehead. Stapling one more of my pink fliers, I place the rest in my bag and head into the big double doors of the cafe. The building smells like cinnamon and coffee, and it's unusually quiet for this time of day. I slide into line behind a man and his daughter, a cute girl that looks around 4.
The man, probably her dad, is trying to keep her under control as she cries and demands a muffin. The few others in the cafe are watching them with disdain, judging the poor guy. She's kicking and punching him as he tries to pick her up, one of her little fists landing square on his nose.
I watch the scene for a second, but the young girl starts screaming. The shrill sound forces my headache to come back, my face contorting in pain. I bend down next to the girl, trying to remain calm.
“Hey there, little cutie. Why are you crying?”
The little girl pouts and looks at the floor, her arms straight at her side and her fists balled up tight. I look up at the dad who is wiping away a slow trickle of blood coming from his nose.
“You wanted a muffin, right? But Daddy won't give you one?” I ask. The girl nods her head slowly, angry tears streaming down her face. “Well, I understand. But I'm sure if you calm down and be a good girl, Daddy will eventually give you something even better. You just have to be patient, okay?”
The girl is quiet for a second, her wild and curly hair unruly from her temper tantrum. She takes her dad's hand, sliding behind him to hide from me. Quietly, she says, “Okay...”
I chuckle and stand back up, noticing then that her dad is staring at me. He looks thoroughly surprised. I worry for a second I'm about to be yelled at for not minding my own business.
“I've never seen her calm down that fast before,” he says, holding out his hand. I hold out mine and he shakes it. “You must work with kids for a living or something.”
I stare up into his stunning black eyes. He's tall, an older man in a perfectly tailored suit and a classic hairstyle. His skin was nearly as dark as his black hair. He stood like a man proud of his heritage. He looked like one of those handsome men in vintage advertisements, almost. I blush and shake my head. “No, not yet, I'm still just a student. I am studying child development, though.”
The man's thick, black eyebrows raise a bit. “I see. I think you'll do well in that field! The name's Jack Bloomfield. I saw you putting up fliers while Katie and I were on our way in. Did you lose a pet?”
I shake my head again, blushing and not wanting to tell him what the fliers were for. He looks at me expectantly. “No... Actually I'm trying to get someone to hire me as a babysitter. I'm having a hard time paying for my schooling and I figured babysitting would be an okay job. Might even look good on a resumé!”
Jack crosses his arms, one hand coming up to his chin. He looks to be in thought. “No, that won't do.” He pauses. “Well, Katie's babysitter is absolutely atrocious. How would you like to become her new babysitter for me? I'll pay you well.”
I step back, my mouth falling open. I stutter. Placing my hand on my chest, I try to steady myself. “I'd love to! When can I start?”
“Well, how about now? Unless you have class, of course.”
Instinctively, I start bouncing up and down, and Katie does too. She's smiling and mimicking me. I reach down and take her hand, grinning. “We're gonna have lots of fun, Katie!” Then I look back up at Jack. “I'm ready now!”
The man chuckles, his smile showing off his prominent cheekbones. “Great. Let me get us some coffee, and I'll give you a ride. Oh, and what's your name?”
“I'm Chloe!” I reply.
His car is truly a luxury car, which makes the ride to his house even more exciting. Pulling up into his driveway, Jack turns to me. “I have to work until 10 tonight, is that okay? Sometimes I'm a little bit late.”
“Yeah, that's fine. I'll write up my class schedule for you before you come home.” I sip my coffee. It's more sugar and cream than coffee, but that's how I like it. Katie's in the back, humming along to a musical she's watching on the TV mounted into my seat.
The man's house is as large as I expected, just a few streets down from my college. He has acres of land, dotted with horses, cows, and apple trees. On either side of his front door are two huge edible gardens, full of berries and cucumbers, kale and lettuce.
“Do you cook?” I ask, plucking a ripe blueberry from a bush at his request. It's sweet and juicy.
“Sometimes, if I have the time. It's one of my hobbies. Most of this food goes out to the families in the next neighborhood that can't afford healthy food like this, though.”
I'm actually surprised by that. When you're a college kid, you sometimes get the impression that the rich do nothing for the poor, but Jack reminds me that's not always true. Katie grabs a handful of strawberries and mulberries before skipping in the front door to the home.
As the huge door snaps shut behind me, I'm faced with a huge living room. In the corner is a beautiful white piano, set next to a fireplace and in front of large windows that look out to a pool. The water is clean, shining in the afternoon sunlight. On the floor is one of the most beautiful Persian rugs I have ever seen on top of old hardwood floors. The two couches that face the huge TV at an angle look plush and inviting.
“This is the grown up space, so try not to let Katie play in here. She has the whole rest of the house, though. I just like to keep this area clean.” He leads me into the hallway, stopping at the kitchen. “Eat whatever you like. I'll leave you some cash if you'd prefer to order pizza, but make sure she doesn't eat for an hour before bed, which is 7 PM sharp. How are you with cooking?”
I wave my hand dismissively. “It's one of my talents! She'll be well fed.”
Jack sighs with relief. “Good! I hate letting her eat junk food too often. Her bedroom is just down the hall, and the family room is next to that.” He looks down at his watch. “I'm going to be late if I don't get going. I'll see you tonight!”
He shakes my hand again, then leans down to kiss Katie's forehead. Her cheeks and hands are now blue from the mulberries.
Katie is a fun kid. She has this trading card game, so she built me a deck with all the best cards and we played against each other. She won every time! Then we swam, and I made her what she wanted for dinner (Chicken strips and macaroni and cheese, with a side of green beans).
Finally, as 7 chimes on the big grandfather clock in the family room, Katie is in bed and I am studying for a test tomorrow. I can't help but give myself a pat on the back. The girl seems to love me, and she didn't have a single tantrum tonight. It'll be good to give Jack a happy report when he gets home.
Still, I'm tired. Absolutely exhausted, really. At some point while laying on the couch studying, I drifted off to a light sleep.
My skirt slips up my thighs a bit while I sleep, with my panties clearly visible. This is what Jack sees when he walks in just past midnight. My pink panties peeking out at him, teasing him slightly. He blushed and averted his eyes, walking down the hallway to check on Katie. She is sound asleep. Jack knows he has to take me home now, but he doesn't want to wake me.
I stir in my sleep, flipping over onto my back and lifting up my leg to get comfortable. Jack bites his lip and tries to look away, but can't help but notice a small damp spot on my panties. He can almost see the soft folds beneath the fabric, the hint of my womanhood sending a rush of blood out of his head and down to his cock.
I drift in and out of sleep, but as soon as I know he's there, I'm awake. Through the tiniest opening I can manage, I watch Jack rub his cock. He groans, turns around to walk away, then comes bac
k. He falls to his knees next to me, gently grabbing my hips. He's careful not to wake me as he pulls me to the edge of the couch. Reaching up my skirt, he finds the elastic of my panties and pulls them down to my ankles slowly, so slowly.
Spreading my legs, he dips his face beneath my skirt and tapes in the erotic aroma of my womanhood before sticking out his tongue and pressing it into my folds. He doesn't know I'm awake, and I try to keep quiet so that I can enjoy this. I've never been taken like this, and even though it seems so naughty, so wrong, I know I want it. While I was sleeping, I was dreaming of him, of his cock pushing into my pussy and taking my virginity. Now I'm going to get what I want.
His tongue moves in just the right way. It's proving hard not to wiggle my hips or moan in response as he lashes at my clitoris, making the little nub stiff. Moving his tongue up and down, then side to side, and then in a circle, he pleasures me. The pressure is light, but just hard enough to send electricity coursing through my body.
I steal a quick glance at him, marveling at how handsome he looks with his manly, black face buried between my legs, his tongue between my cunt lips as he sucks up my juices and moans. His dark hands reach up and paw gently at my breasts in time with his licks. I close my eyes again, letting my body go limp.
His arm falls under the couch, where he unleashes his cock from his pants and takes it in his hand. With his face still buried in my quim, he grips his prick firmly and groans. He moves his fist up and down, dragging his skin along his shaft.
I'm faced with a dilemma. Jack might not fuck me if he thinks I'm asleep, but he might also kick me out in embarrassment if he realizes I'm awake. As he sticks his tongue deep into my hole, I try to think of a way to get him to fuck me, hard, before he cums in his hand.
Thinking fast, I moan dreamily, begging for him to fuck me. “Oooh...” I breathe softly, spreading my legs. Jack freezes, thinking I'm awake. “Oh, yes, please put your big dick in me.”
He peers up at my face. I do my best to keep breathing in deeply with my eyes closed gently, and it seems to convince him. My heaving breasts rise and fall with my measured breaths.
As if thinking “I might as well give the girl what she wants,” Jack slips his pants down further and raises to his knees. The couch is at the perfect height for fucking me. His big black dick, slippery with pre-cum, easily finds my tight, virginal hole. His swollen member slips slowly into my hole, the sensation painful. I screw up my face, but try to keep calm so he doesn't realize I'm awake.
He breaks past my hymen, a quick jolt of pain making me arch my back. The deeper he places his cock within me, the tighter his hands grip my hips, pulling me closer to him.
“Oh... god...” he moans, not meaning to but unable to hold it back. Holding himself still, he tries to get used to the tightest cunt he's ever had. He can't stand not moving for long though, so with slow, long strokes he fucks me.
Now's the time to reveal I'm not Sleeping Beauty. I wrap my arms and legs around him, drawing him closer to me and thrusting down onto his big dick. “Fuck me harder,” I demand, opening my eyes and kissing him. “I want you, Jack. Please fuck me!”
He pulls almost completely out, surprised, but then his eyebrows furrow and he slams his member back into me that I scream. He hits my cervix hard. Jack covers my mouth so I won't be too loud as he pumps into me harder, and harder, each time sliding against that soft spot, my G-spot.
I can feel pleasure building in me, fast, and know I won't be able to contain myself. I dig my nails into the skin on the back of his neck, driving myself down onto his cock. My first orgasm with a man rolls through my body, my pussy letting loose a squirt of girly liquids! They splash on his pelvis and stomach as he fucks me harder, driving his hips against me as I scream and gurgle with passion.
My body goes numb and I black out for a second. Jack never stops fucking me while I orgasm. He's never experienced a girl who can squirt before, and he likes it. With a growl, his mouth latches onto my neck and he bites hard. I squeal and feel my insides twitch again with a smaller orgasm.
He grips at my hips and humps me hard, completely allowing animal instinct to take over. His thrusts go shallow and fast, his balls tightening as he prepares to explode. The animal in him desperately wants to scream, to call out a cry of victory, but he holds it back.
Thick, hot streams of cum shoot into my young womb, making my fingers and toes curl. “Ooh, mmm...” I coo below him. We're both soaked with my juices and sweat.
Jack picks me up without warning, still breathing hard from fucking me. He carries me past the living room and to his room, where he throws me onto his huge bed. Standing before me, he presents to me his still-hard cock. I fall to my knees, desiring nothing more than to worship this man's beastly manhood. It's so big, I have no idea how it ever fit within me.
I lick my salty juices off of his soft skin, sucking on his balls and kissing his shaft. I suck on his dick until he's as hard as he was before.
“Stand up and bend over,” he commands. I obey. With my ass in the air, I look behind me at his cock, ready at my entrance. He slides himself into me again, immediately hitting all my most sensitive spots and forcing me into yet another orgasm.
I press my face into his blankets, screaming and moaning as loud as I can. I spread my legs, standing on my toes to lift my ass high as he fucks me silly.
Before long, I'm yelling, “Fuck! Fuck, oh god, fuck yes! More! Fuck me harder! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” My ass humps back onto his cock, my pussy engulfing him and massaging his prick as it twitches from my orgasm. He cums in me again, this time with less force but still pushing me into yet another Earth-shattering orgasm that leaves me a shaking, gibbering mess for minutes while Jack cleans himself up in the master bathroom.
When he steps out, he finds me sleeping on his bed, and with a smile he picks me up. Lovingly, he places me so that my head is on the pillow, tucks me in, then lays next to me. He falls asleep spooning me.
Temptation and Revenge
Sons of Sin Motorcycle Club
Dalia Daudelin
ONE
Sand drifts over my dirty feet as hot desert sun beats down on me. My poor skin is fried. If I were a bit more Irish, I'm certain I would be beet red and in a lot of pain after spending so many hours out on this road.
I bring an old plastic water bottle to my mouth, thankful that I thought to bring it with me. My last ride, an old woman who was definitely on some crazy meds, just dumped me out on this road when we got to discussing politics at her behest. I hesitated buying this water bottle before we left the last city because it would be too heavy, but if I hadn't bought it I would probably be dead by now.
The sun will go down soon, though. Actually that's not as good as it might sound. I would rather deal with this heat than the freezing night that's going to follow it.
I'm on my way across the country, much to my mother's chagrin. Backpacking across America, from Florida to California, and I won't be taking that flight back home for another six months. That gives me plenty of time to wander down highways surrounded by sand and not much else. It also gives me plenty of time to die and decompose out here before anyone even thinks to search for me.
Dad promised they would keep my bank account full while I'm gone, hugging me while Mom sobbed into a pillow and gave me the silent treatment. Dad's always the practical one, if you couldn't tell.
My finger slides against the fragile silver cross hanging around my neck. Mom gave it to me for my 12th birthday. I'm not exactly an innocent or godly girl, and I'm been in my fair share of trouble. Still, having this around my neck always reminds me of home. As long as it doesn't burn my skin when I wear it, I figure it's safe enough. It keeps me from doing some of the more egregious things, so it keeps me out of trouble. Most of the time, at least.
I've been walking along this highway for 4 hours now, promising myself that if another crazy old lady stops for me that I'll just refuse and die on this road rather than deal with the verbal abuse I got from t
he last one. My whole body is covered in sweat and my deodorant wore off an hour ago. Not the prettiest sight, but it isn't like anyone can see it. I kind of expected someone to show up and save me from this sandy hell, but the three cars that did come by didn't even slow down. I bet my thumb was little more than a tiny blur to them.
Once the sun starts settling into the horizon, I pull my old sweater out of my backpack and tie it around my waist. I'll put it on once the chill sets in. I have a very long walk before I make it to the next city, and I don't have the luxury of stopping for breaks.
My teeth are chattering and I can almost see my breath now. I look up at the sky while I walk, watching the stars. At least there's no light pollution out here, so I can see the constellations clearly. I've been thinking about majoring in astronomy when I do decide to go to college, since I've always been interested in space.
The moon is waning and every star twinkles so much brighter than they do back home. I'm standing still, trying to find and name every star I can when I hear a low rumble from behind me. For a second I worry that it's a storm coming my way. Rain is rare here, but it's not unheard of this time of the year. The longer I listen, though, I realize it's not thunder but the roar of an engine.
Turning to face the sound, I look down the long road to see what it's coming from. In this wasteland, sound can carry for miles.
About a mile away, I spot the lights of what seems like a huge black motorcycle blazing towards me at top speed. No one one a motorcycle has stopped for me yet. I consider just ignoring it, but my body is desperate for a break from walking. My feet ache and my hands are shaking from hunger. Stepping closer to the road, I throw out my thumb and wait.
Before too long, the huge bike is near enough for me to see the faded American flag bandana on the driver's head. His headlights hit me and I wiggle my thumb.
He passes by me at top speed. A wave of disappointment courses through me, but then I hear the engine cut and turn around. He's stopped ahead, and dismounting his bike.
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