"This doesn't look like wine," he said, clearly looking down my shirt. "You look like such a good girl. Why would you lie to me?"
At this distance, I could smell his cologne. Not near as intoxicating as Mr. Brand's, but definitely smelling nice. Still, I wanted Mr. Brand. I shied away from him, smiling. "I just decided I'm not really thirsty right now," I said.
He grabbed my arm again. I struggled a little as he dragged me back to the living room. He sat me back down on the sofa, still holding my arm.
"Do you really want to impress Mr. Brand? Do you want to show him the time of his life?" he asked.
I wasn't sure how to answer. If I answered yes, would Mr. Graves tell everyone at his work? Would Mr. Brand lose his job? I didn't know exactly how to respond, but I felt myself slowly nodding yes.
"He's not going to be home for a couple hours. I can show you so many things, and you can use them to please Mr. Brand." I thought it wouldn't be so bad, but then he continued. "If you don't let me show you, I'll let Mrs. Brand know what you think of his husband, and you'll never be allowed over here again."
I started to sweat. Mrs. Brand would divorce Mr. Brand, and he would blame it on me. I'd never see him again, never see Sarah again, and probably never get another babysitting job in my lifetime. I swallowed, then smiled sweetly. "What did you want to show me?"
Mr. Graves smiled, and leaned in for a kiss. It was as full of lust as Mr. Brand's had been the day before. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and stuck my tongue out, kissing him passionately. "Good," he said. "I see you've been reading up."
I smiled. If I was impressing him, that means I would impress Mr. Brand, and that was what was really important. I threw myself into the kiss even more, drinking him in, enjoying his touch. His fingers touched around the bottom edge of my shirt, pulling up and threatening to take it off. I had worn this outfit specifically for Mr. Brand, and I wanted him to see it.
I pulled his hands away from my shirt and smiled at him. "Not yet," I said.
He wasn't going to be so easily put off. He put his hands around my shirt and yanked, hard. I didn't want him to tear the delicate fabric, so I lifted my arms above my head. He slipped the shirt off my head with ease, and we went right back to kissing. Now that my shirt was off, I felt a little more into this, almost as if it had been restricting me.
Mr. Graves looked down, checking me out. I hadn't worn a bra with the shirt, and I knew that he liked what he saw. My small breasts stood out nicely against my slender frame, and I pushed them out a little more as he looked down. He moved his mouth down to them immediately, kneading one with his hand while flicking the other nipple with his tongue. The sensation was fantastic, and I leaned back and enjoyed it.
It didn't last long. He began to move his hands down to my pants. I couldn't let him have me down there: that part really was just for Mr. Brand. I grabbed his hands. When he looked up at me, impatience in his eyes, I said, "I thought you were going to show me about oral sex."
He smiled, then stood up. He pulled his shirt up and I got to see his wiry, lithe frame. What muscles he had stood out well, and I liked how his hairless chest looked. He undid his belt as I watched, then pulled his pants down. His cock, already erect, was longer and thinner than Mr. Brand's.
"Now, I'm going to teach you what you need to know about giving head," he said. "Crawl up to me on your hands and knees."
I left the couch and got on my hands and knees, smiling. I kept my eyes fixated on his cock as I slowly moved over towards him. It must have been quite the sight, slithering towards him, my red pants hugging my ass tightly.
"Look up at me," he commanded. I made eye contact, smiling. "That's a good girl," he said.
When I got to where he was standing, I looked up at him, innocently. He grabbed the bottom of my chin and pulled me upward, putting me at eye level with his cock. I realized I was now able to be seen out the front window, but I didn't care.
I opened my mouth to take his dick in my mouth, but he stopped me. "Not like that," he said. "You have to tease me first."
I looked at his cock, then back at him. "What do you mean?"
He smiled at me. "First, lick from my balls to my shaft. Then, at the top, flick your tongue against the tip a couple times, then go back to teasing the shaft. Do that a couple times, then do what you were going to do."
I looked at his balls. This would be a lot easier if it were Mr. Brand. My tongue touched the base of his cock, then worked it's way up, getting him really wet. "That's it," he said, his fingers stroking my hair. It felt good for him to be playing with my hair, and so I put that much more effort into my licks. I teased him just the way he said, then went to suck on him.
I sucked on him for about thirty seconds before looking up at him. He looked down at me like he was enjoying it, but he pulled me back by my hair. "Clearly you do need help with this. I need you to do it faster and deeper. Not only that, but you have to enjoy it. Convince Mr. Brand that you love sucking his cock, that you worship his cock."
Worship his cock? I looked at Mr. Graves' dick, then starting sucking on it hard. I didn't quite know how to worship his cock, but I tried to make it look like I was enjoying myself, throwing my hair back and forth.
"What the fuck is going on here?"
I threw myself back, wiping my mouth and covering my tits with my hands. I hadn't even heard the door open, but there stood Mr. Brand, looking furious. This isn't the way I wanted this to go, I thought, my mind racing. I could feel a blush heating my cheeks.
Mr. Graves spoke first. "Hey, you didn't tell me your babysitter was a nympho, man."
A nympho? "Mr. Graves told me he could show me how to give you oral sex. I didn't-"
"Stop right there," Mr. Brand said. "And keep your voices down. I expected better out of you, Mandy," Mr. Brand said.
I was deeply ashamed. "And you," he said, turning to Mr. Graves. "I assume you're the one who hung up the phone when she called the office. You know our security protocols. I had to leave and come home right away to keep them from sending the cavalry."
Mr. Graves looked ashamed too. Good, I thought. "You're right, man. I was thinking with the little brain again. You want me to leave?"
Mr. Brand looked at me, then shrugged. "You could if you want, but it doesn't look like she was done with you yet. Why don't you have a seat on the couch and cool your jets for a minute?"
Mr. Graves smiled and headed to the couch. I looked up at Mr. Brand and started to stand. "Get back down," he said, pushing my shoulders. I was instantly hot for him, and I removed my hands from my body to undo his pants.
"You said Mr. Graves has been showing you some tips? Show me," he said. My smile couldn't have been wider. Now THIS is the way I wanted it to go, I thought. As soon as I had his zipper undone, I tugged his pants down. There, standing at attention, was his rod. Long, thick, mighty; it was everything a cock should be.
I looked up at him, then grabbed his cock in my hand and held it up, giving some attention to his balls. I licked my way up his shaft, maintaining eye contact the whole time. I flicked my tongue across the tip, and he seemed to enjoy it at least as much as Mr. Graves had. I did this a few more times, getting more and more into it as I went. He stepped out of his pants and began to unbutton his shirt.
A few moments later, I guess Mr. Brand was tired of being teased, because he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me in. I opened my mouth and took him deep, and immediately began to suck on his cock quickly and deeply. I suddenly understood what Mr. Graves had meant when he said to worship the cock, because I soon found myself just wanting to please him, just wanting to do what felt good for him. I looked up at him, sucking deep, and found my hand going down to rub my pussy under my pants.
Mr. Graves interrupted the moment. "Yeah, that's hot. Jack, do you mind bringing that hot ass over here for me?" I had forgotten he was there.
Jack smiled and nodded. He pulled me up by the arms then lifted me up, cradling me like a child. I leaned up and ki
ssed him as he carried me over to the couch. His stubble brushed across my face, and I ran my fingers across his muscular chest. I felt perfectly safe and warm in his arms.
He set me down on the couch, my feet by Mr. Graves. Mr. Graves looked at me hungrily, like a feast had been set down before him. As his hands began to work their way up my legs, a momentary feeling of fear filled me again. Mr. Brand solved that problem. He grabbed my chin and tilted it upward, putting his cock back in my mouth. My fear left immediately.
I continued to suck on Mr. Brand's cock, giving it the adoration it deserved, while Mr. Graves made it to my pants' zipper. As he pulled my pants down, I stopped sucking and looked down at him. I bit my lip. It was one thing to allow Mr. Brand to do this, but I barely knew Mr. Graves.
As soon as my pants were off, Mr. Graves dived in for my underwear. I moved my hands down to block him. "No, stop!" I cried, but he continued to try.
"Amanda, I thought you were past this," Mr. Brand said. I looked up him, feeling a little betrayed. Mr. Graves used this moment of inattention to grab the delicate fabric of my panties and tear. Like yesterday, my underwear came apart easily. I had specifically wore this pair because of that, but I had intended for Mr. Brand to do it, not some stranger. I wasn't sure I was ready for this.
I looked down, but before I could object, Mr. Graves had pulled the shreds of my panties to the side and buried his face in my pussy. I leaned my head back, enraptured, and I stopped fighting him. He knew what he was doing, I thought, as I felt his tongue dance upon my private parts. I was so full of ecstasy that I barely even noticed when Mr. Brand stuck his dick back in my mouth, thrusting away.
"She tastes sweet, Jack. Sweet as a peach," Mr. Graves said.
"Make sure you get her good and wet for me," Mr. Brand said.
Mr. Graves laughed and went back to eating me out. They're going to pass me back and forth like a piece of meat, I thought. I chuckled to myself. I didn't care as long as they continued to give me pleasure as good as this. I had never felt anything this good before.
I started to moan as I felt myself rising towards climax. Mr. Brand's cock fell out of my mouth, and I felt myself rising towards an inevitable orgasm. My face turned red, as red as the pants I had been wearing, and I gripped Mr. Graves' hair as he continued to lick me. I could feel him going faster, and faster, until...
My world exploded with joy as Mr. Graves' tongue finally pushed me over the edge. I bucked my hips and arched my back as wave after wave of sexual pleasure washed over me. Mr. Brand's mouth clasped over my mouth as I cried out, and I bit down on his hand, unable to stop myself from expressing myself in some way. He let this happen, but I knew he might make me pay for it later.
When I came down off my orgasm, I lay there writhing and whimpering for a moment while Mr. Graves continued to lick. "Thanks for getting her warmed up for me," Mr. Brand said. "You'll have your turn with her in a moment."
Normally I would object to being treated like an object, but at this point, I couldn't care less. Mr. Brand positioned his wet cock at my entrance, and I relaxed as much as I could. I was still a little sore from yesterday, and I hoped I would be able to please him today.
As he slid in, I bit my lip, expecting the same pain as yesterday. To my surprise, I felt only a warm feeling of fullness as he entered me. All of the pleasure, none of the pain. A girl could get used to this, I thought, wrapping my hands around to his back. As he thrust within me, I dug my nails into his back, trying to draw him further within me. I had never felt this close to a man before.
Mr. Brand leaned up, pulling my feet and legs up into the air as he continued to thrust. I enjoyed the view of his strong muscles working towards one purpose: plowing my tight pussy. My view was interrupted, however, when Mr. Graves stuck his cock in my face.
"You've got to get me wet too, Mandy. Otherwise, how am I ever going to fit?"
I giggled to myself a little bit. Mr. Brand was way thicker than he was, and he was fitting just fine. My hand reached down, touching my clit as Mr. Brand rocked he harder and harder. I felt a drop of his sweat roll off his forehead and land on my stomach; it just turned me on even more. Servicing these two men was quickly turning into the best experience of my life.
Mr. Brand pulled out of me and grabbed onto my hand, pulling me up into a sitting position. He thrust his cock into my face, and I could smell my juices coating it. I didn't care, I went straight in, sucking on it like there was no tomorrow. I tasted my sweet pussy all over his cock, and as I looked back up to his eyes, I went back to worshiping his cock.
Mr. Graves pulled on my waist, bringing my ass up in the air. I got on my hands and knees, making sure to keep Mr. Brand's cock in my mouth. Mr. Graves buried his face in my pussy, licking at it again. It was a weird sensation; his tongue in my pussy, his nose right next to my asshole, but I concentrated on Mr. Brand completely.
Mr. Graves pulled away and spit on my pussy before he did. I felt his thumb rub the moisture around on my entrance. Then, his thumb ventured upward, playing with my asshole. This was the last straw. I turned around and grabbed his hand. "Don't do that," I said firmly.
"I'll do whatever I want, honey," he said. He positioned his cock against my pucker, threatening to enter.
I looked up at Mr. Brand, giving him an adorable puppy dog look, my eyes begging him to make Mr. Graves stop. As Mr. Graves started to press against me, it turned into a look of fear. Mr. Brand finally said, "Come on Dustin. Just put it in her cunt like a normal person does. There's already enough gay jokes about you at work as is."
I mouthed a silent "Thank you" to Mr. Brand before beginning to suck his cock again.
"Ha. Fine then," Mr. Graves said. He moved his cock slightly downward and he pushed into my dripping wet pussy. Maybe it was the position, or maybe it was that Mr. Graves' cock was longer, but I knew he was touching a place so deep inside that nothing had explored it before. I nearly yelped as he pushed deeper and deeper within me.
We settled into a rhythm. Every time Mr. Graves thrusted, I took Mr. Brand's cock as far into my mouth as I could. Mr. Graves must not have been with very many women, because soon I could feel his rhythm changing.
"Oh God, this tight little bitch is going to make me cum quick," Mr. Graves groaned.
My eyes went wide. It was one thing for Mr. Brand to cum inside me, but I didn't even know this guy! I had never met his kids, I didn't know anything about him!
"No! Don't cum inside me!" I cried, my hands scrambling to push me up and get away.
Before I could escape, Mr. Graves' hands were on my back, pushing my face down into the couch. I struggled a little bit, but there was nothing I could really do. I was at his mercy. Mr. Brand began to stroke my hair, and I felt more at peace. I heard Mr. Graves grunt with pleasure, then I felt his cock freeze. I tensed my muscles up, tried to close my body off, and I think it worked. When his first spurt of semen hit my insides, I didn't feel the same sucking sensation that I had yesterday. He continued to spurt inside of me, the excess running out around his cock as he pumped.
Soon, he pulled out, and a river of cum ran out of me onto the couch. I sprang up, grabbing a nearby box of tissues and putting one underneath me. I managed to push out a fair amount right away, and I used another tissue to try to clean up the couch before it stained. I couldn't believe how much there was.
"I think it's time for you to go," Mr. Brand said as I wiped the last bit off the couch.
Mr. Graves smiled. "Right. See you at work on Monday," he said. He gave my ass a little spank, and I yelped. "And maybe I'll see you around again, too."
"I wouldn't count on it," Mr. Brand growled.
Mr. Graves put his clothes on and walked out the door, whistling as he shut it. I started to walk to the bathroom, but Mr. Brand's arm shot out, grabbing my arm. Again, I felt weak in the knees, unable to resist the powerful man.
"I'm not finished with you yet," he said, his voice full of desire. He pulled me over to the couch and laid down himself. I smiled a
nd got on top of him. My pussy was almost clear of the stranger's seed, but Mr. Brand didn't seem to care. I wanted him. Without a word, I slid down on him, my pussy even wetter now that Mr. Brand was touching me again.
I began moving up and down on him, trying to move as quickly as my mouth had moved when I had been sucking him off. He was enjoying the sight of my sexy little body bouncing up and down on him, and I knew he was building towards an orgasm.
Suddenly, he reached up with both hands and pulled me down. Just like last time, we were touching completely. His fingers made their way to my ass, and he began to play with my asshole gently. I froze up, and he whispered in my ear, "This hole belongs to me."
I eased into it, and his finger slid in just a little way. He grabbed my hair with his other hand and pulled, still thrusting furiously into my pussy. All these sensations together were too much to bear, and I found myself rising towards another orgasm. I could feel my asshole clenching on Mr. Brand's fingers, and he began to pump deeper and deeper into me.
He let go of my hair and I got a look at his face. His eyes were squeezed shut, his face contorted in a mask of absolute pleasure. It was enough to send me over the edge, and I felt my entire body opening to him. As he pumped into me, I felt more cum slamming into my body, thick ropes of it entering my waiting canal. When I came, my body accepted his seed, depositing it into my body's inner vault.
We writhed against each other for what seemed like forever before he started to slow down. Our sweaty bodies slid against each other, and I felt his rippling muscles slacken underneath me. We lay there for a few minutes longer, his cock softening within me as I felt his liquids absorb into me.
I got off him and started to put my clothes back on. He did the same. It seemed like neither of us knew what to say, but then he spoke up. "I know that guy can be a real jerk, and I'm sorry you had to deal with him. Tomorrow, Sarah and I will be headed to my father's farm to play. If you want to come, I'll make it up to you."
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