The Sitter - Part I
Saturday mornings at the small-town coffee shop are always busy. The four-light business loop is right on the highway and is a frequent stop for day trippers as they head to the coast. Parents and kids going to and from sporting events, and your regular stream of coffee addicts pack the lobby, waiting for their dose of the Nectar of the Gods. Jeff opened the door for Lisa who walked in, carrying their 9-month-old baby, Rhiannon. Lisa had whipped herself back into shape amazingly well, losing all of the weight she’d gained during the pregnancy. She was back at work, but still breast feeding, so her breasts were much larger than normal. She and her husband joked about how he could feed off of her so she could keep her milk for ever. They’d jogged to the café on this brisk Fall morning and parked the stroller outside. The thing about small towns, though, is that you always see someone you know, even if it’s the barista. Today was no different.
“Hi!” Lisa said as she stepped to the side to make room for the people that were trying to squeeze into the lobby behind them.
“Hey, it’s the Barker’s,” Jeff added as he extended his hand to Mr. Barker. Sam and Matty were long-time friends of Jeff and Lisa, and they’d brought their daughter, Cyndi and two of her friends with them. The college girls were all in sweats with their hair up and looked like they’d been up late. As the women talked and the girls cooed over the newborn, the men shuffled forward with the line and caught each other up on current events.
“The girls came over for a hot tub party last night,” Matty explained.
“How are the dorms, Cyndi?” Lisa inquired.
“Terrible!” Cyndi said as she rolled her eyes. “That’s why I’m living in an apartment with Lindsey and Mikala.”
“How’s school going?” Lisa asked.
“Going good,” Cyndi said not entirely convincingly. ” I should be doing homework all weekend, but I have to work in a couple hours and I’ve got crew practice tomorrow morning.”
“Wow, you’re rowing for the university?” Lisa beamed. “That’s great! Congratulations on making the team!”
“Yeah, it’s really hard work, but it beats running on the track team,” Cyndi finished while cupping her huge breasts and hoisting them up a couple inches before letting them fall back into the support of her bra. They weren’t huge in the unmanageable sense, just huge in that they spilled over the top of the D-cups of her bra.
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“Where are you working?” Lisa asked.
“Actually, I’m baby sitting. I can’t really hold down a steady job with my workload and practices, so, this way, I get to choose my hours.”
“Oh my God,” Lisa exclaimed. “Why didn’t I think of that? I totally need sitters. I guess I just figured you were…I dunno…past that.”
“Noooo. I love it,” Cyndi said, smiling broadly. “The kids are great, even the monster ones.”
“Well, give me your number and I’ll call you. Actually, Jeff and I are long over due for a date night. Are you available tonight?”
“I think so. I’ll have to call my ‘client’ that I’m sitting for today and see how long she needs me. If it’s just the afternoon, then I can totally do it.”
“Great!” Lisa said. “Let me know.”
“What would you like, Hun?” Jeff interrupted.
“My usual peppermint Café Au Lait,” Lisa said nonchalantly.
“That’s MY drink!” chirped Cyndi, and then both ladies said, in unison, “That’s so weird!”
“OK, then, shall I just order two to make it easy on ‘em?” Jeff asked. “Call it a back to school present.”
Cyndi said to herself, “you have something you can give me for a present. And you can wrap it in my box.” She lost track of the conversation briefly and then caught up, musing at her naughty nature. She actually had very little experience sexually, but she knew enough to fantasize, and her circle of friends was nowhere NEAR as innocent as she was, so her ears picked up all the lingo. She’d had less than pure thoughts about Jeff during her teen years at camping, barbecues, and ski trips. Now, she was going to be baby sitting for them. Wild. Life is strange.
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JUST JEFF
He closed the garage door and walked down the hall to the kitchen. Jeff quietly put his keys on the counter. The TV silently dazzled the dark family room with it’s picture, and, as he came around the corner, he found Cyndi slumped on the couch with his baby in her arms. She craned her neck and welcomed Jeff with a “hi”.
“Don’t get up,” he whispered. “I’ll fix her bed and take her upstairs.” He disappeared around the corner, kicked off his shoes and went up the stairs. When he returned, he stood over the couch and bent down to pick up the sleeping infant. He couldn’t help but touch Cyndi’s breasts as he hoisted her up into his arms, and when he was standing up straight, he noticed that she didn’t have a bra on because her nipples were standing at attention. Warmth began to spread between his legs.
“How was the evening?” he asked trying to break the short silence.
“Oh, it was fine,” she said, straightening her t-shirt. “Where is Lisa?”
“She stayed the night at Zuzanna’s. She was a little too tipsy and didn’t want to ride in the car, so I came home to relieve you.”
“She was such a good baby,” Cyndi said as she stood, pulling her minis skirt down. Jeff hadn’t backed up at all, so the baby sitter was standing right next to him, her breasts lightly grazing his arm as she peered at the baby. Just then, it opened its eyes and gave a meek little cry.
“Was Daddy’s little girl such a good baby?” he whispered in near baby-talk.
“Yes, she was a sweet little girl. I had to spank her little bottom when she tried to play with that big, dirty log by the fireplace, tho.”
Jeff shot a look of shock at her as she said this for two reasons: one, he didn’t want anyone spanking his baby…and two, her baby-talk about the log was playing right into his fantasies. His mind raced, conjuring up images of this young girl taking his throbbing log from his pants and rolling it around in her hands and stroking it with her tits, and…”Dude!!!” he yelled at himself, “Get a grip!”
The baby stirred some more and he became worried that he would be spending the next hour trying to get her back to sleep. She started to get more cranky and he asked Cyndi if she had a pacifier.
“Here,” she said as she took her finger and dipped it in a glass of wine she’d been drinking. Turning back to them, she stuck her wine-coated finger in the child’s mouth and, instantly, she closed her eyes and began sucking.
“It’s a trick my mom taught me. Works every time,” she explained, noticing Jeff’s horror. “It’s not like it’s whole glass, just a couple of drops,” she continued. “Look,” she said bouncily as she turned and dipped two fingers on her free hand into the wine. Before he knew what was happening, she stuck those two fingers in his mouth. The father and family-friend in him told him to spit them out. His hands were full. He could back away, but the slut in him closed his eyes and his lips around her fingers and sucked. The taste was wonderful. Her skin was soft and her nails smooth. He slid his tongue around her fingerprints and under her nails. His cock swelled and he had to open his eyes to keep from loosing his balance. He’d had a couple of glasses of wine himself, that evening, and was becoming aware of its effects. She pulled her fingers out slowly, completely baffled at her own actions. Secretly, though, she knew why she drank Jeff’s wine and took her bra off. it wasn’t because it made her more comfortable. It was because she wanted to tease him. She’d seen the way he looked at her since she began growing her beautiful, large breasts years ago. She wanted to torture him for all the days she had to endure watching him with his shirt off and drool at the sight of the way his soaked bathing suit clung to his muscular thighs and hugged his big, long cock. At least she thought is was big and long. Truth was she wasn’t exactly sure what big was. Sure she’d seen pictures of naked men and even made out with a few on campus, but she had a pretty good idea he would be big enough for her. She reveled in the feeling his mouth had on her fingers. His tongue tickled them and sent shocks all the way down her arm to her neck and made the hairs on the back of her neck stand straight up. She wanted him to suck them again. She thought she might orgasm if he sucked on them for a few minutes. She really did.
“I’m glad to see you helped yourself to the wine. Did you eat?” he asked.
“A little,” Cyndi said shyly. It was really the first time she’d been coy around him. “I really have to watch my figure,” she finished quietly.
“You? Watch your figure?” Jeff said in amazement. “You’re a riot. You have the best body of anyone I’ve ever seen…” he trailed off and looked at his sleeping girl for escape from the hole he’d just dug. “I better go put her to bed.” Thanks for the….uh…pacifier.” She took the hint an slowly pulled her fingers out of the baby’s mouth. Jeff turned and walked out of the room, chancing a glance back at Cyndi, who was watching him, her head tilted down slightly in shame, her eyes looking lovingly at his. He made it upstairs and successfully deposited Rhiannon in her crib. He had to get something other than his boxers. His cock was jutting out a bit too much to hide. Making his way to his bedroom to get some nice, tight briefs, he headed for the master closet. As he entered his dark bedroom, he nearly ran into Cyndi as she was trying to fasten the front clasp on her bra. By the light of the hall, he could see that her shirt was hiked all the way up to her armpits and, in her fright at Jeff walking in on her, she lost hold of the clasps, causing the bra to pop wide open and her breasts to bounce in freedom. Jeff actually had to put his hands on her shoulders to keep from running clean into her. He took a step back, unable to do anything but stare at her marvelous breasts.
“Fucking perfect,” were the words that came out of his mouth.
Cyndi tried to find the elusive clasps as she turned to shield her self from his gaze. “I know. Murphy says, right? I mean what are the odds?”
Jeff finally gripped that she thought he was calling the ‘situation’ perfect in a heap of sarcasm. “No…actually I meant your…um…breasts are perfect.”
She stopped trying to fish for the bra and pressed her huge tits together, covering her nipples with her fingers, and slowly turning back to face him. “They are?”
“Oh, my God, YES!” he said and then closed his mouth, realizing the loudness of his voice. “They’re…spectacular!” was all he could come up with, recalling a favorite Seinfeld episode.
Jeff reached out his hands and gently grabbed her wrists. Pulling her hands down and away from her chest, he stared into her eyes to let her know he was looking at her and not just her breasts. She was a beautiful girl. Her eyes really did turn him on. She had a narrow, medium-sized nose with full, barely parted lips. The dimples in her cheeks were missing as she wasn’t smiling at all. She let him move her hands and dropped them to her hips, which she now rubbed nervously through the denim. They both knew what was going to happen next, both knew that they had already passed the point at which they could sweep this encounter under the carpet and chalk it up to a fluke.
Jeff brought his hands back up and caressed her breasts lightly. She shifted her arms forward and mashed her breasts together again, reflexively trying to cover them up without moving her hands. Jeff leaned in to kiss her while putting one hand underneath her hair at the base of her neck. She looked up into him and let his lips meet hers. He wasted no time getting his tongue into her mouth. He’d dreamt of this moment for years. He couldn’t help himself: the way she looked at him, the way she teased him, the way his cock got hard every time he thought of her. As if she read his mind, she reached her hand forward and felt his crotch. Gold. She’d struck it rich. She grabbed his shaft and began firmly stroking it, the skin of his cock gliding along his blood-filled organ. That was the sign, not that he needed it. He broke the kiss and pulled her shirt over her head, but before he completely removed it, he wrapped it around her wrists and pinned her hands high against the bedroom wall. They kissed again and her knees sagged briefly as she fought a spell of dizziness from the touch of his lips on hers. She grunted softly into his open mouth as their tongues entwined. This is what she wanted: to be handled by this older man. So many nights she’d kissed her pillow, pretending it was him. So many times she’d gotten up in the morning and started a load of laundry so she could clean her pillow cases and bed sheets, the ones she’d soaked with her cum. She wanted him to squeeze her breasts and suck on them and pinch her nipples until she came. She wanted him to eat her pussy, to look down and see her juices glistening on his lips and chin as he smiled after making her cum.
With her hands still pinned, Jeff broke the kiss and tilted his head down to the side so he could kiss her chest. His free hand steadied one breast as he engulfed her large nipple. it was erect and riddled with goose bumps. His mouth opened as far as it could and he sucked her flesh into it deeply. With her nipple on the verge of his throat, he wound his tongue around it and sucked firmly. “Oh, HELL yes,” Cyndi moaned under her breath. Her pussy was getting very wet. She was surprised at how fast her sex reacted. She felt so vulnerable in his hands, and, at the same time, so comfortable. She’d known him for years…enough to know that he was a good man (aside from the fact that he was married and fooling around with the baby sitter). None of the guys she’d made out with had ever pinned her or sucked her nipples so hard. As surprised as she was, she liked it. She wanted more.
Jeff released her tit from his mouth and moved to abuse the other nipple in the same fashion. In the dim light from the hall, he caught a glimpse of the breast he’d just finished with. It was red and raw, and his teeth marks were visible around her huge aureolas. Cyndi felt her hips bucking ever so slightly. Her pussy wanted some of that good lovin’. Jeff let go of her shirt and set both hands to the task of corralling her breast. He squeezed it flat so he could get more of it in his mouth. She took her hands out of the shirt and let fall as she maneuvered to the bed. He took the hint and paused long enough for her to sit on the foot of the bed and lay back. He stood there for a moment admiring her beauty. She massaged her breasts together with both hands and asked him to take of his shirt. He took his shirt off and put his hands on his hips.
“You look like you’re having a hard time going to sleep, little girl,” Jeff said to her in his best baby talk. “Do you need a pacifier or a blanket? Maybe some milk?”
She looked down at him, her legs crossing a bit as she became aware of the moisture between her thighs. She smiled and said, in a coy voice, “I need something to suck on, Daddy. That always helps me to get to sleep.”
Jeff’s cock flexed against his jeans with lust. She was game. He wanted to see how far he could take this. “You need to get your own binki, then. Daddy is tired.”
“Oh, do I HAVE to?” she whined. She spread her legs as far as she could, hiking her skirt up to her hips. To his amazement, she was completely buck, her moist pussy lips staring up at him like a kitten on its back that wanted to be scratched. She reached between her legs with both hands and began playing with her pussy, spreading her lips for him and circling her clit with one fingernail. Her chest was compacted by her arms as they stretched southward.
“Oh, holy Hell,” Jeff thought to himself. “I may have met my match. She’s coming in under my radar. I better step it up. I’m in way over my head, but I can’t let her know she’s got the best of me.” It took all the strength of his will to not dive in and eat her pussy to his heart’s content. He knew there would be time enough for that. He needed to be the older, wiser, more experienced man. “Oh, no. No you don’t,” he said with conviction. “You can’t sweet talk your Daddy that easy. You sit up and get what you need. It’s time to go night-night.” He remained motionless. They were smiling at each other, on the verge of ending the act.
Cyndi stuck two fingers into her gaping pussy as far as they could go. She looked at him with a defiant grin as her other hand came up and heaved a breast up to her mouth so she could lick her own nipple with her…Good God!…amazingly long tongue! She knew she had him. She knew what he wanted. She also knew, if he had his pants down, she would have no choice but to blow his mind. She wouldn’t be able to resist. She wanted him to fuck her the way Mindy had told her she’d been fucked by that guy at college. She wanted a taste of the raw lust of sex, and Jeff was just the man to give it to her. She knew that.
“I’m going to count to three,” Jeff said, putting on his disciplinarian face
. “If you’re not sitting up, taking off my pants, I’m going to have to punish you. Do you want Daddy to punish you, or do you want to be a good girl and get your sucker?”
“Ga-ga,” was all that Cyndi could think of, so that’s what came out of her smiling mouth, as she stuck all four fingers in her pussy and began stroking them in and out.
“That’s it. THREE!” he said trying to keep a straight face. He undid his belt which he stretched to taught between his hands. Then, he stepped forward and rolled her onto her stomach. She didn’t resist, and her knees ended up off the bed, her hips just at the foot of it. She spread her legs a bit and put her toes on the floor to steady herself. He raised his hand with the belt buckle in his fist and let it come down a little faster than he wanted. The belt caught her right across the ass cheeks with a loud “crack”.
“Ow! Daddy, ouch! I’ll be a good girl,” Cyndi pleaded with some sincerity. “Son of a…”
“Sit up,” Jeff interrupted.
She rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at him. She wondered what he had in store for her. He dropped the belt to the floor and stepped in between her partially spread legs. He wiped a strand of her hair from her face. Cyndi looked at his chest and then to his bulging jeans. Slowly, she raised her hands to his waist and began unbuttoning his pants. She pulled them down, his boxers allowing his cock to peer through the flap. Before his pants hit the floor, she had his cock in her hand and was sucking the tip.
“Oh, that’s it,” Jeff groaned. “Put that binki in your mouth and suck on it until you drift off to sleep.”
She looked up at him with his head in her mouth, knowing how much he would enjoy seeing her looking up with her pretty eyes. She yanked his boxers down, his cock springing back toward her face when it was clear of the waistband. Her hands went to his ass, cupping his buns. His muscular, round ass felt so good. She dove on his cock with her mouth again, taking him in several inches.
“Get it nice and wet, Cyndi. Keep your hands on my ass and drool. Cover my cock with your drool.”
Cyndi sucked his shaft in and out, massaging his ass. She pulled her mouth off and let the strands of spit hang like suspension bridges. She slurped the spit back up and spit it on his tip. Then, she took him back in, pulling his ass to her face and shoving his cock to the back of her throat where she gagged. She came up for air and then rammed his head to the back of her throat again. Jeff moaned and said something she couldn’t understand, but she didn’t think it mattered. This older man was completely enjoying her blowjob, and that was all that mattered. She wanted to please him. She wanted him to be happy with her, to need her, to teach her what he liked. Jeff wiped another strand of hair from her face as it was stuck in her mouth. He pulled out and took a step back.
“Very good, Cyndi. I think you’re ready. Lay down with your feet to the pillows and your head right here. That’s right. Hang your head off the end a bit.”
He held the back of her head and lowered it down over the side of the mattress. Stepping out of his pants he put one hand on the bed next to her and lowered his cock into her mouth. She opened wide to receive his head. Once inside her mouth, he put his other hand on the bed and began to slowly fuck the young lady’s mouth. She could feel how much easier his cock slid in and out of her throat with her head in this position. She tried to relax, but she was so excited about how kinky this was and who she was with. Jeff stopped pumping and just leaned into her. He could feel his cock slide past her teeth and and the tip push further into her throat. Holding it for a minute, he worried that she might not be enjoying this new level of freaky sex. He pulled out, and she quickly grabbed his cock with one hand.
Gasping for air, she said, “Oh, shit, that feels good, Daddy. Keep fucking my pretty mouth with your big cock. Christ, it’s so big and hard.”
And with that, she put him back in her mouth and reached around his waist to grab his ass again. Jeff was in Heaven. Of all the women he knew sexually, only his wife was wife was kinkier, not to say that he slept around. He really didn’t, but he was still rock-hard excited about how much this lady was loving what he was doing to her. Again, he thrust his cock gently, but steadily, down her throat. This time, however, he leaned his head forward and began eating her tight, pink pussy. She moaned into his cock and gagged, unable to handle his cock and his tongue at the same time. She thought she might come any second. She was so close and he’d just touched her pussy for the first time. They fucked each other’s mouths for several minutes before Jeff’s arms tired of the eternal push ups he was performing. He stood up, spun around and sat on the end of the bed. Sitting there, he looked at her long, slender body. Her breasts pooled on her ribcage. It seemed they might just flow off the foot of the bed were they not contained by her arms and the skin that surrounded them. She was still breathing hard from her excitement and having her throat mauled by his shaft. He looked down at her hips and her muscular thighs which she’d spread so willingly while he devoured her sex. He reached across his body with his hand and massaged her breasts in turn. Cyndi put one hand on her pussy and began stroking her lips, playing with the saliva that had mixed with her own fluids. She clamped her thighs together now as she fingered her labia and clit. Her nipples hardened with renewed lust. Jeff was still hard, the veins of his cock pulsing with his own lust for this girl. He began to question his discretion in having gone anywhere with her this evening, much less THIS far. He struggled with her innocence and his own uncontrollable passion. He thought of her parents, his long-time friends, with whom he and Lisa had spent so much of their lives. Lives: they intertwine, they collide, they pass in the night. He marveled at his situation…his responsibility as an adult and friend. He should stop. He should get dressed, go check on the baby, kiss his baby sitter lightly on the cheek and apologize for taking advantage of her. That’s it then. It was decided.
Just then, Cyndi raised her blood-rushed head, rolled over on top of him and, with a beautiful smile, began sucking his cock with gusto. It was like she’d gotten the second wind of her lust and was bent on romping with Jeff for all she was worth. Jeff was caught completely unaware. Her knee clocked his head as she rolled onto him and he sat stunned for a second or two as he felt the head of his cock engulfed by her warm, wet mouth. Her teeth grazed the skin of his shaft as she tried to swallow him again. Then, he lost track of what was happening “down there” as she ground her pussy into his face. The full-weight of the lower half of her body pressed her pubic bone into his chin. She bucked her hips, beckoning him to continue the meal he’d started earlier.
“Eat my pussy, Jeff!” she begged as she pumped his spit-coated rod with her fist. “Eat my 20-year old pussy!” She continued mashing his face with her groin. “Eat my pussy the way you eat Lisa’s pussy!” She dove on his cock again, swallowing his shaft until her chin hit the base of his cock. She gagged once and pulled off, strands of spit dripping from her mouth with was open and panting. She looked at his cock in her hand and committed it to memory. This, she would remember for a very long time. Jeff forgot everything he’d just decided about being the voice of reason. Instead, he ate the young girl’s pussy to his heart’s content while she deep throated his maddened cock and dirty talked him into a sexual frenzy.
“Is this how Lisa sucks your Daddy cock? Yeah, stick your tongue in my…aahhhh, FUCK, that feels good!” She pumped his cock a few more times with her fist before licking it up and down with her adept tongue. Then, she yanked it to the side and sucked his left nut into her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue, sucking, sucking. Jeff moaned loudly into his midnight snack and sucked her lips deeply in retaliation. “Does Daddy like the way his little girl sucks his big, fat pacifier? Huh? Is Daddy gonna fuck his little baby sitter?”
Jeff paused long enough to contemplate what he’d just heard. “Yes,” he thought to himself. “Yes, I am going to fuck my baby sitter. I’m going to fuck her pussy so hard that she’ll never be fucked like this again.”
“That’s it…suck it. Suck Cyndi’s pussy. Suck it sooo gooooood…OHHH, yeah! FUCK, Daddy knows how to suck a lady!” she barked, her eyes pinched and her mouth baring teeth in a grimace. She forgot to keep stroking Jeff’s cock, as all her attention was on her sex. She was feeling things between her legs she’d never imagined.
Letting go of his cock, she pushed herself up so she was squatting on his face. Jeff grabbed her hips and pushed her forward a couple inches so he could lick her ass. He ran his tongue across and around her pucker before sticking it into her asshole as far as he could. “Ohhhh, what are you doing? Nobody’s ever licked my ass before, Jeff. Oh, God, what are you doing to me?” He moved his mouth back to her pussy and stuck his tongue in deep. Back to her ass. She sat down hard and relaxed her ass muscles this time, allowing him to penetrate deeper with his tongue. Back to her pussy. Back to her ass. Then, Jeff munched on her taint, that wonderful space between the ass and pussy, that space where so few experience the joy of a mouth. She got it. She understood. She began rocking back and forth, sliding her hips back and forth across his mouth so he could lick her and suck her from stem to stern. Her long hair hung down onto his belly as she lowered her head to watch. Between her dangling breasts, she saw his chin and neck disappear each time she rocked forward. She was in Heaven.
Jeff couldn’t stand it any longer. His cock throbbed to the point of pain. His balls ached. Here was this pussy in his face. He just had to stick his cock in it. It was a rule. He couldn’t disobey his instinct any longer. He pushed her firmly, until she realized he wanted her off. She fell forward and to the side, ending up on her hands and knees. She looked back to see him kneeling behind her. She smiled the smile of a child who knows that Santa brought her EXACTLY what she wanted for Christmas. Jeff gathered some spit on his fingertips and wiped it on the tip of his cock before guiding it home. He leaned forward until his head entered Cyndi’s folds.
“Are you ready for Daddy’s sitter skewer?” he asked, sounding like the Godfather.
“Yes,” she mewed as she lowered her head and shoulders to the mattress, spreading her knees a bit further, and presenting her ass for his pleasure.
“I can’t hear you,” Jeff said blankly.
“Yes, Daddy, PLEASE ram my sweet girl pussy with your sitter skewer. Fuck me like the bitch I am. Fuck my pussy like I know you want to fuck it. You’ve been dreaming about getting your nasty, married cock inside my pussy since you saw me changing into my bikini at the Lake. You wanted to fuck me then, and you can’t wait to fuck me now.” Jeff cherished everything she said. She had his number and she was telling him everything he wanted to hear but didn’t know it. “Put your long meat in my oven and cook me slow. Spin me on your skewer until I’m done on all sides and in the middle. You make me so fucking hot, I can’t stand it.” Now her voice began to panic. “Please, stick it all the way in! I have to have it. If you don’t fuck me, I’m going to scream…I can’t stand it any longer. Damn it fuck me!’ She leaned back into him, but he moved his hips back, keeping just the tip buried in her. “Fuck me. Make my tits sway. Fuck me so hard I get black eyes from them. Then roll me over and pile drive me with your massive mower. FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FU…”
Jeff slammed his cock all the way in. “…UUUCCCKKK ME, Daddy! Oh, YES! That’s the stuff…OHHH, yeah.”
He filled her up time and time again. Slow, forceful strokes rocked her just the way she needed it. The blows sent her face and chest plowing into the bed, mussing her hair. She futilely grabbed the bedspread for support. Both of Jeff’s hands gripped her hips, pushing her skirt up and out of his way. Her broad shoulders and back narrowed to a slim, muscular waist before widening to her womanly hips. Jeff watched her butt cheeks quiver as he pummeled them, the waves of his thrusts echoing in her flesh. Her pussy was tight. It felt so good, so warm and wet.
Cyndi started slamming her fist into the bed. “Oh…oh…oh…oh…fuck…yeah…yeah…fuck…fuckme…fuckme…” Jeff broke into a run, quickening the pace of his thrusts. He could sense she was close. He felt her pussy clamping down around his cock. “THAT’s what I needed,” she continued. “THAT’s what Cyndi-loo had to have. THAT’s what Cyndi-loo was thinking about when she took off her bra and panties tonight. THAT’s what she wanted Jeff to do to her. THAT’s…FUCKING…IT! Ohhh, fuckyeah, Cyndi’s cuming. Cyndi’s gonna cum with Jeff’s cock in her pussy,”
“Cum on my cock, Cyndi-loo,” Jeff chimed in. “I want your cum dripping down my thighs. Take this big Daddy dick. Good girl. Now bark like a dog while I fuck you like the sweet bitch you are. Bark!” He reached down and grabbed a handful of her flowing hair and pulled her head back gently to let her know what he was doing.
“WOOF!” She said in a loud whisper. “WOOF! Ohhhhh, yeahhhhh. Woo-hu-hu-huf…” she muffled as she buried her face in the sheets. She stopped leaning into his thrusts and the fluid began squirting out of her pussy, spraying his balls and thighs with her cum. It dripped down his legs and was smeared as his thighs slammed into her hamstrings. He let go of her hair, grabbed her hips again, and held his cock deep inside her. Flexing his cock as hard as he could, he let her ride out the waves of pleasure that racked her body.
Jeff was doing his best to keep his facade of ‘coolness’. Inside, he was a mess though. This girl was incredible. She could never turn his head from his wife; there’s so much more to marriage than wild sex, but Cyndi was vibrant. She started to move again, slowly rocking into his cock. She reached back and grabbed her ass with one hand and pinched a nipple with the other. She, herself, was racking her brain for answers. Why had she said those things to him? She’d never talked to anyone that way, not even joking with her friends. Was he everything she had hoped he’d be? He was amazing. She felt comfortable enough with him, after all these years, to know that all of his dirty talk was an act…or was it. Maybe he was a pimp at heart. If his dirty talk and wild sex was any indicator of his true character, then who was SHE. She smiled an evil, knowing smile. She knew she would still be the sweet, motivated college student that went home to her parent’s house for Sunday dinners. She’d marry a nice, athletic, motivated man and have 2.3 children and drive them to school in her minivan. But, she also knew now that she was a freak. She loved to have nasty, hardcore sex. That would be a hard thing to give up. She had to have more. All this was going through her mind as Jeff slowly fucked her spent pussy with his everhard cock. She pulled one knee up to her shoulder and placed her foot on the bed by her face. She wrapped her arm under her leg and turned to look at her lover. She looked like a sprinter doing some wild stretch routine in the blocks before a race. Jeff liked this new pose. It opened up her ass crack wide for him to see her puckering asshole and his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. He loved the way her lips spread out in a pucker of their own as they sucked on his cock. He brought his leg up on the same side to match her stance. He smiled at her and looked into her eyes as they fucked slowly and lovingly. He thought of saying something dirty or romantic but thought better of it and just smiled. She closed her eyes and continued her look of pleasure. Jeff put one hand on her back and began rubbing it along it’s length, exploring her spine and ribs and muscles. Then, he got the urge to spank that healthy ass. Those round, muscular cheeks were just BEGGING to be smacked. It would kind of ruin the moment. “Screw that!” he thought to himself. “What am I, in love?” And, with that, he raised his hand and spanked her ass hard enough to leave a hand print. The noise of the impact echoed down the hall.
“Spank me, Daddy,” Cyndi whispered. “You know I deserve it. Spank my naughty baby sitter ass.”
He did.
“Spank it harder. Spank it with your big, amazing cock sliding in and…”
He did.
“…out of my teenage pussy. When was the last time you spanked a teen ass while you fucked her teen pussy? Am I your first?” She looked over her shoulder at him with lustful eyes. “I trust you. Show me.”
Whack! He continued smacking her right cheek which was turning red, though he couldn’t see it in the dim light. “Show you what?” he asked.
“Show me how dark it gets. I can tell you’re a freak like me. Show me the dark side.”
“Oh, Cyndi, I don’t think you could handle…I mean it’s not even a good idea for us to be doing THIS.”
“But you like it, don’t you?” she started to wine like a spoiled child. “Don’t you want to tie me up and throat fuck me again? That’s what I want. I want to be tied up so I can’t get away and have you stick that beautiful, nasty cock down my throat until I gag and cry.”
“Funny,” Jeff thought. “That’s exactly what I was thinking I’d like to do to this little slut.” He knew he’d created a monster. Some people just need a little push to get them started, and then they just fall head over heels down the rabbit hole. Cyndi was obviously a natural freak. He knew now that he could do anything to her and she would let him…and love it. Fear is one of the biggest factors in domination. To place yourself at the mercy of another, to give up all control: that is more pleasureable than the physical act itself.
“Are you sure, little girl?” he asked in his new dominator role. “There’s no turning back.”
“Oh, yes,” she said in a gleefully loud whisper. “Use me. Take me and use me and hurt me and make me feel so good!”
Jeff’s cock throbbed with lust at her words. Just then, the baby started crying. A father’s work is never done. “The dark side will have to wait, I’m afraid,” he told Cyndi with sincere disappointment.
“Ohhhh,” she wined.
Jeff pulled his cock out, threw on some sweat shorts and headed down the hall. Cyndi lay for several minutes listening as the baby was rocked back to sleep. She crawled under the sheets of Jeff’s bed and lay awake for an hour before falling to sleep.
Two weeks later, Cyndi’s cell phone rang. She was studying at the coffee shop, hoping to “run into” Jeff. “Hello?” she answered.
“Cyndi, it’s Lisa. I was wondering if you could baby sit this Saturday.”
“Ummm…” Cyndi pondered her schedule. “Yeah, I can do that. What time?”
Actually, I was hoping you could come around lunch time and spend the night,” Lisa said with a hint of shame at asking her to commit to most of the day.
“No problem, Lisa,” she replied eagerly. All she could think about was doing more nasty things with Jeff.
“Perfect! Oh, you have no idea what a big deal this is.”
Saturday rolled around, and Cyndi had cancelled her girl’s night out with her friends in favor of getting to see Jeff. She was tingling all over with anticipation of what the night might have in store. She drove to his house in a daze, nearly running a red light. She pulled into the driveway and walked up to the front door. As she climbed the steps to the porch, she noticed a note taped to the door. When she was close enough, she pulled it free and read it: “Come in and go to the kitchen.” She opened the door and made her way to the kitchen. There was a square, black box about the size of a tire on the counter. Another note was taped to the top of it: “Put this on and come down stairs to the basement.”
She smiled a big, oh-this-is-going-to-be-good smile and took the lid off of the box. Inside was a pile of folded, shiny black material. She lifted it out and let it unfold. She was holding a latex suit. It was like something Catwoman wore. She looked back in the box and found two black boots of the same material and a pair of handcuffs. She faked dropping her jaw in disgust, faked it because she knew she was elated at her discovery. She looked around, as if someone might be watching, snatched up the box and hurried off to the guest bathroom down the hall. She quickly took her clothes off and put them in her duffle that she brought. Amazingly, the suit fit her pretty well. How did he know what size to make it? Naturally, she left her underwear off. She had to be careful to keep her tits clear when pulling the zipper up over them. She pulled the hood over her head and zipped the mask closed over her face. Only her mouth and eyes were visible. The rest of her body was totally enclosed. She admired herself in the mirror. Damn, she felt nasty in this thing. She could really get used to this look. She’d hardly ever seen anything like this before. She wondered where he got it: a costume store maybe. She slipped on the boots, which had the most outrageous heels she’d ever seen. They were about 4 inches long and she was practically walking on her toes, like a ballet dancer. Completely outrageous. Oh, how sexy she would look sucking is cock in this get up, she mused to herself. She left her bag and the box in the bathroom and fumbled with the handcuffs as she gingerly walked down the hall to the basement stairs. It suddenly dawned on her how impossible it was going to be to walk down the stairs in the boots, so she took them off and padded her way down. At the bottom, she put them back on and then slapped the cuffs on her wrists, with her hands in front of her. She wasn’t so hot on the idea of cuffing her hands BEHIND her back…at least not yet. “Oh shit,” she gasped to herself. “I hope he has the key.”
Again, she carefully walked down the hall, past a bedroom, a bathroom, and a storage closet. The door at the end of the hall was open and led into the rec room. Her heels echoed throughout the basement as they clacked on the hardwood floor. As she entered the room, she was dumfounded to find a man, also in latex, bound with rope, and gagged with a red ball, lying on a table in the middle of the room. She realized it was a pool table with some sort of make-shift board on top of it.
“Jeff, is that you?” She asked.
Suddenly, the door slammed behind her. She turned to see Lisa, in a much skimpier latex outfit with a rider’s crop, locking a dead bolt to seal her in.
“Oh…my…GOD!” Cyndi exclaimed, panic, terror, lust, and a pinch of amusement at her situation all swirled together into one emotion that made her heart go THUMP and then stop. She prayed for it to start again. It seemed like an eternity, but, finally, it began beating again, quickly. If fact, she instantly broke out in a cold sweat.
Lisa began strutting, circling the young woman and surveying the outfit. “Jeff says you’re a fantastic fuck…one of the best he’s ever had, actually.”
Cyndi was speechless.
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