by Fanee Sitter
Finally, with an audible tremble in his voice, "I--I don't think--"
"Hold this." I get him to grab the bar as I stand and walk to the center of the room. I curl my fingers gingerly under the bottom of my top and lift it slowly over my raised arms.
Dropping it to the floor, I hold my black lace bra to my chest as I unclasp the back of it and let the two bands hang loosely at my sides.
Mr. Kent continues to stare while I nudge the two straps off my shoulders, keeping one arm holding the bra up. Then I grin mischievously and let my arm go limp.
The bra falls quietly to the carpet floor, revealing my perky tits and hard nipples. He gasps as I pinch one nipple between my thumb and forefinger and giggle.
I turn away from him, bending over so my shorts ride up even higher. My red lace panties are peeking out from underneath. With my two thumbs I gently peel back the shorts and panties together until the top of my crack is exposed.
"Are you sure you want me to see this?" He asks, though it's clear from the tone of his voice that he is praying that I won't stop.
I respond by tugging my shorts and panties all the way down, letting them fall to my ankles to expose my bare ass. Remaining bent over, I step out of them and bring my knees close together so he has a nice view of my virgin pussy, now quivering with anticipation.
"So what do you think, Mr. Kent?" I slip a finger between my wet folds while he watches from behind.
"Claire, I--I really think you should put your clothes back on." He says. I can see the sweat of his forehead from here.
"But then how can you fuck me, silly?" I giggle, rotating my neck to see Mr. Kent looking stunned and speechless. I saunter over to him still sitting on the couch and place one hand on each knee.
With just a little force, I get him to spread his knees apart. His mouth is agape when I sit on top of of one, getting a leg over each side of it.
I push my tits together and lick at one nipple, "Want to taste them?" I lean in close, holding a breast up to his mouth so the nipple brushes his pursed lips. I guide one his hands to my waist, his fingers groping around my soft, shapely ass. Mr. Kent stubbornly keeps his lips sealed tight, shaking his head when I lean in further.
"Just give them a little suck... please?" I whimper at his refusal of me and pout at him playfully. Mr. Kent parts his lips to let out a long sigh, and I take advantage by getting my nipple in between them. I feel the wetness of his tongue on my hard nipple and his lips sealing around the areola.
My hair falls into his face as I arch my neck back, enjoying the sensation of him swirling his tongue apprehensively. Mr. Kent closes his eyes and allows himself to be lost in the thrill of sucking on his babysitter's tit.
Everything was happening just as I had hoped. I knew that Mr. Kent couldn't possibly resist the urge to fuck me senseless if I offered my body to him--the body he admired so much.
And now he was lapping passionately on the tits like he had probably imagined since the first time I showed up to watch his kid.
And now Mr. Kent is going to give me a child of my own, just like Charlie. I look down to see him licking wildly on the other breast now, giving in fully to his desire.
I notice the tent at the crotch of his jeans getting bigger. As horny as he is now, it should be easy to get him to fuck me and shoot his seed into me.
His hand move with a slight hesitation from my ass up to my lower back. I shudder as a finger tip trails along my spine and my body tingles all over. Fingers brush through the back of my hair as I lurch forward, pushing him by the shoulders against the couch and connecting my lips with his.
Our tongues dance while I gyrate sensually along his leg. I grasp the bottom of his jaw to keep his face close to mine as we make out. Then I pull back, tracing my tongue slowly along the edge of his lips.
Still holding him by the chin, I look down at him with lustful eyes and squeeze his cheeks together. Our lips join again and his tongue swirls wildly around in my mouth--he is getting anxious now.
When our lips part naturally, I stare down at his crotch and grin suggestively. Biting my lower lip in anticipation, I crouch down so I am level with his bent knees.
My hand moves slowly along his leg, squeezing firmly along the inside of his thighs. I begin tenderly massaging the bulge of his pants, but he squirms and grabs me by the arm.
"We can't do that Claire! What if my wife found out?"
"You know she's fucking around on you with that client of hers. How many times have they gone to dinner this month?" I wrestle my arm free to get at his zipper.
Surprisingly, he puts up little resistance. When his fly is unzipped, I nibble playfully at the mound at his crotch, looking up at him with doe eyes again.
I peel back the elastic band of his underwear and lick at the shaft of his engorged cock. The ice cream bar he was holding falls to the cushion when he feels the warmth of my mouth around the head. My tongue swirls down and around the tip of his shaft and I bring my head down, slowly.
I keep my lips sealed tightly around his cock while I suck him, coming back up the shaft to ask him one more thing.
"I've been thinking..." I pause a moment, deciding whether I should follow through. "I want you to fuck me and cum inside me." Mr. Kent's eyes go wide in disbelief. "I want you to put a baby in me, Mr. Kent." I go back down on his cock, hoping for an answer.
"Your wife will never have to know," I say through gargled words and drool a line of spit down his shaft.
Mr. Kent tilts his neck back as he moans. I can tell he is enjoying me slobbering along his thick cock. I force him way back in my throat until I have to gag and come up for air.
Wiping a trail of saliva from my chin, I tell him, "This can be out little secret." Mr. Kent lets out a heavy sigh and gives a subtle shrug with his shoulders. He grips a hand firmly at the back of my head and a grin stretches wide across my face. With a forceful jerk from behind I am back down on his cock.
He pushes me deep, further than I could go on my own. I start to gag again but his hand holds me down. I lap my tongue against his rock hard shaft and squint my eyes to help get it all in.
Another gag and I'm down all the way, drooling at his balls. Mr. Kent continues to hold me until my nose is nuzzled into his pubic hair. I can't believe I'd managed to deep throat the entire thing.
Becoming choked of air, I hit against his thigh with an open palm, trying to signal him to let me up. But still he continues to hold me down as I gag wildly and swivel my head around his whole cock.
Tears are rolling down my cheeks and mixing with thick globs of dark mascara. Another gush of saliva coats Mr. Kent's balls as I push myself up against his force with both hands on his thighs.
Finally, he releases me and I gasp for air as his entire cock slides out from the suction of my lips.
"Well then, let's take a look at that little virgin pussy shall we?" I yelp as he lifts me by the shoulders and twists me around so my ass is up in the air close to his face.
I feel the tip of Mr. Kent's nose graze between my folds as he sniffs. The scent of my wet teenage cunt must be making him wild.
He inserts two finger tips at the entrance of my wet hole. A thin string of my juices connects us as he pulls them back for a taste.
"Mmm...” he moans, "Tastes sweet." After a momentary pause, I feel a stinging pain on one cheek and squeal. The sound of his hard slap on my ass echoes in the the living room. Mr. Kent pinches the cheek skin and jostles it around before coming down hard with his palm for another slap.
"Ungh!” I squeal louder this time.
"So this is what you want?" Mr. Kent hits the other cheek with a back hand swing. The pain of his blow shoots through my spine and my back arches as I scream.
"You want me to fuck you like a little whore and get you pregnant?" Another hand lands hard on both sides of my tender cheeks. My hips writhe in pleasure as I let out a deep moan. The skin that was pale white is now raw and crimson.
The pain of it all has got me so wet that so
me juices are running down between the gap of my thighs.
"Well?” Again and again, Mr. Kent spanks my naughty virgin ass.
“Yes...” I manage a soft whimper.
"What was that?" He grabs me by the hair and yanks my head back, getting his ear close my mouth. "I can't hear you." He whispers.
"Yes!" I scream. "I want it!"
"You want what?" He whispers again.
"I want you to cum in my tight pussy... please!"
I hear the thud of Mr. Kent's belt buckle hitting the floor. He grips me on both sides of the waist and pulls me against his member. The shaft slips between my cheeks and slides smoothly down the lubricated crack.
He rubs the head around on my clit and the sensation causes my knees to buckle. My torso goes limp at the waist but Mr. Kent keeps my ass held up to his crotch.
The tip of him presses into my entrance just slightly, then travels back down to stimulate my clit some more. A drip of thick precum dribbles out from him and oozes down to my thighs. The sweat sheen of my bare back glistens in the light of the static white television screen.
And then, almost without warning, Mr. Kent enters me. My tight vaginal walls squeeze the girth of him as he pushes in deeper. The sensation is enough to blur my vision. I whimper, biting my bottom lip while trying to contain the scream that was building in my throat.
"Oh, god!” I yell. He pushes deeper and deeper, and I'm surprised at how am I able to take him whole inside me. Mr. Kent's cock bottoms out and my hips jolt. It hurt a little bit, but the pain is masked by the overwhelming pleasure of his cock filling every inch of me.
He pushes against my ass to slide back out until the tip is just barely inside me. Then his pelvis thrusts forward quick and rough, and I gasp. Mr. Kent pounds my pussy like this again and again, going balls deep with every thrust. My hips buck involuntarily each time he slams against my cervix.
The familiar tingling that is building in my core is nothing like when I pleasure myself with a dildo. This feeling is much more intense, and it’s rising like a fire in the very depths of me.
My ass twitches as a drop of sweat from Mr. Kent's forehead falls to the small of my back while he grunts like an animal, drilling me from behind.
"Do it!" I yell, clenching my walls tight to coax his head into squirting. "Cum inside me!" With another loud grunt and a final thrust, he impales me with the whole of his cock. The inside of me suddenly feels dripping wet, and my entire body spasms as I am overcome by waves of euphoria.
Mr. Kent struggles to hold himself up by my ass as he shakes violently against me. We moan together, long and hard. The head of his cock pulsates again and again, spraying his entire load deep inside of me.
There is enough of it that I can feel his cum dribbling out of me, oozing between my thighs and down his ball sac.
My mind goes blank, and we collapse onto the couch together. His cock shoots the last of his seed into me and my pussy quivers with delight. I glide along his shaft some more, savoring the sensation of my first real orgasm as his cock continues to throb and cum inside of me. Mr. Kent has made me a mother.
As we lie there, I match my breathing with his. I wonder if Mr. Kent will be there to help me raise my own little Charlie.
"Now get up," he snaps, "And get your clothes back on for god's sake." There is a tone of regret in his voice.
"D--Do you think that we'll be together now?" I ask timidly.
"Look, I just need you out of my house. Right now."
I scramble to get my clothes back on while he's rifling through the pocket of his jeans.
"Here, I still want to pay you for your time." Mr. Kent hands me triple what I normally get for one night of watching Charlie.
"But that's too--"
"Take it, and get out!" He yells.
Sobbing and confused, I take the money. Then I'm out the door without even taking the time to get my bra on underneath my tank top. I don't know why he was acting this way, but it didn't matter now. Mr.
Kent had paid me and kicked me out like a little whore, but I got what I needed from him. More of his thick spunk drips out of my soggy pussy and soaks the inside of my panties.
Mrs. Kent's car pulls into the driveway as I'm walking away from the house, but she doesn't see me. I can't help but giggle at the sight of her. She doesn't have a clue that her husband just impregnated the babysitter.
STRETCHED BY THE COWBOYS
CHAPTER ONE
Mary drove up the long, winding gravel driveway wondering when she would reach the house. Since turning on to the gravel road it had been five minutes of aspen trees lining the road with no sign of civilization or hope for rest.
She glanced at the cell phone on the passenger seat thankful that the ranch nestled in a valley prevented a signal. The last thing she needed was her ex-husband finding her.
The thought of him sent a shiver of fear snaking through her body and caused her cheek to pulse as if freshly punched. She shook the memories away and continued to scan the road with the car at a crawl.
She finally burst out of the grove of aspens into a courtyard formed by trees on one side, a large barn on the other side with the large ranch house directly in her path.
She stopped in front of the house, a rabbit hopping in front of her car as she turned off the engine. With a sigh she opened the door, grabbed her phone and purse from the passenger seat and got out.
This was the third ranch she'd been to today and if she didn't find one to take her on as a ranch hand she would be forced to go back to the city for another night. Her apartment, not leased yet, would provide a bed but
John knew where to find her. No, if she didn't convince the owner of the ranch to hire her she intended to press on until she hit another state if she had to.
The July heat beat down her. She shaded her eyes as she looked around the courtyard for someone. In the distance across the field on her left she spotted two figures on horseback trotting toward the house.
As the people got closer she could tell they were men. Within minutes they pulled up in front of the barn both of their bare torsos covered in a slight sheen of sweat running through smudges of dirt.
A cloud of dust flew up from the ground when they jumped off their horses. Dusty jeans hugged muscular legs. Cowboy hats covered their faces but she didn't care. Those abs made her mouth water. After so long without a man's gentle touch these two had her panties wet just thinking about them.
The shorter of the two approached first, a smile revealing perfect white teeth. He took the hat off, bowing slightly.
"Ma'am, are you lost?"
Ma'am. Did she really look that old? "No, I'm not lost. I'm looking for the ranch manager."
"That would be Tanner," the first cowboy said pointing to the other man who now approached.
"You're looking for me?" Tanner asked.
"Yes." She focused on a trickle of sweat making its way down the man's tanned stomach. It got caught for a moment in his washboard abs but was jostled loose as Tanner moved forward.
The trickle of sweat inched lower until it disappeared under the belt of his jeans. Lucky sweat.
Tanner chuckled. "What's this about?"
A blush rose to her cheeks. "Right. I'm looking for a job."
“We already got a cook," the other man said.
"Clyde!"
"What?"
"I don't cook."
"Then what is it you want to do around here?" the one named Clyde asked.
A sizzle of heat started at her feet and raced up her body as Clyde perused her form. His gaze settled on the swell of her breasts, perfectly displayed under her now clinging t-shirt. Besides tossing hay bails she wanted to ride both men until her legs were weak.
"I want to work on the farm."
A look passed between them that made her bristle.
"I don't think this is the right place for a lady," Tanner said. The genuine regret in his voice almost chased the anger away.
"I can do physical work."
True, her pale complexion rivaled a ghost's. And her arms weren't toned. Her legs weren't all that muscular. With a choice in the city of walking a few blocks or taking a car she almost always chose the car.
Not because she hated exercise but because she was too busy to take an hour what could be accomplished in fifteen minutes. All that time she saved by taking the car resulted in a mostly out of shape body.