Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  Given all that, I was certainly surprised to receive a phone call from her near the end of my own last year of school.

  “Hello, Breanna?” the voice asked.

  “Yes… who is this?”

  “It’s Sara, Sara Mounce, from school. Remember me?”

  “Oh, uh, yeah. Hi Sara, how are you?”

  “I’m good thanks. Busy with the little one, but good.”

  “Great. Anyway, to what do I owe the pleasure, Sara, this is a bit out of the blue?”

  “I’ve got a job offer for you.”

  “I’ve got a job.”

  “I know, you’re a babysitter.”

  “How did you know that?”

  “Are you kidding me? You were my big babysitting competition last year before… well, you know. Some people would only contact me when you were all booked up.”

  I was slightly flattered by the confidence my regulars showed in me and smiled to myself. “I am still keeping pretty busy with all that, not sure if I can take on any more.”

  “I think you’ll want this one, Breanna. I had my own regulars you know, some really good ones, but I’m just too busy with my own kid now.”

  “What’s so good about this one?”

  “They pay pretty well for a start, the job this weekend is only a few hours and it will be $100.”

  “Wow, that is good.”

  “Yep, but there’s a couple extra perks… for the right babysitter.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, they’re pretty loaded and, um, keep this to yourself, but I found where they keep a box of cash. They never notice if you take a little bit.”

  “You steal from them?”

  “Don’t get on your high horse, Breanna, when I took over babysitting for the O’Malley’s they told me you stole from them. Besides, I know you need the money, I’m not judging you.”

  I was caught in a major conflict of emotions, embarrassment about being caught out on my false indignation, angry about Sara’s comment on my near-poverty-line home life, but also an undercurrent of interest about this job that sounded too good to be true.

  “OK, sorry, just reacted that way out of… well you know.”

  “No problem. There’s one other thing you can do to make this gig a bit more lucrative. If you’re interested that is?”

  “Yeah, I’m interested.”

  “Well, this might sound a little strange but hear me out, OK?”

  “OK…”

  “Well, you see, Mrs. Warren is a bit of a cold fish, doesn’t really give Mr. Warren a lot of attention from what I can gather. He likes to have a bit of, you know, eye candy around the place.”

  “If you’re suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, there’s no way! I’m a babysitter, not a whore!”

  “No, no! It’s nothing like that! Mr. Warren isn’t like that at all! He’d never lay a hand on you, but if you dress up nicely, like in a little schoolgirl outfit and just play up the little sexpot angle, you’ll find a healthy tip along with that $100 at the end of the night.”

  “I don’t know about this… what if he gets the wrong idea?”

  “Then you tell him no and he’ll listen, he’s not a psycho or anything, I’ve been babysitting for the Warrens for years.”

  “Speaking of Warrens in plural, what does Mrs. Warren say when you arrive at the doorstep looking like a call girl?”

  “Well, you won’t need to worry about that this time, she’s away. After you get your fat tip you can think of a way to get around that little obstacle if you want to do more babysitting for them. I know you can do this, Breanna, you were awesome as Juliet in Romeo and Juliet, just think of it like an acting job.”

  “You’re sure he won’t try anything?”

  “Positive.”

  *****

  I did everything just like Sara said, how could things have gone so disastrously wrong? I’d arrived at the Warren residence right on time in my shortest little tartan skirt and button-up white top. I even had my hair in pigtails, I wanted that tip!

  Everything had been going so well, Mr. Warren’s eyes had nearly popped out of their sockets when he opened the door and saw me. He couldn’t help himself but scan me from toe to head, lingering at the hem of my short skirt. I’m a petite girl, so his eyes didn’t have too far to roam and by the time they reached my eyes I was twirling a finger around one of my pigtails, really playing it up. When he offered his hand in introduction I actually even gave him a hug, making sure my little breasts pressed into him. Sara had assured me that he just liked a bit of attention and wouldn’t get any funny ideas.

  The Warren kids were well behaved and after putting them to bed I didn’t hear a peep out of them. I went to the drawer in the Warrens’ bedroom that Sara had told me about and lifted a couple hundred in twenties. Like I said, things were going great.

  That all changed as soon as Mr. Warren returned from wherever it was he had been that night. I was ready to go but he said he just needed to check something in his room. I couldn’t help but be nervous, waiting for him to come back downstairs. What if he noticed the missing cash? I gulped and my heart began to beat faster.

  “Breanna, could you come up here. Right now.”

  If I could have seen myself in a mirror at that point, I’m sure I would have been as white as a ghost. His voice was quiet, so as to not wake his kids, but laced with a stern edge that carried it all the way down the stairs to my terrified ears. I had an extremely brief debate with myself as to whether I should go upstairs or run. The debate didn’t last long, if he had noticed the money then he knew all my contact details anyway, if he hadn’t then he’d certainly thing something was odd when his babysitter ran away.

  I walked up the stairs towards his room feeling like I had a ball and chain around each ankle, I could almost hear the metal clanking. I peered into the softly-lit space and felt a momentary surge of hope, the drawer with the box of money wasn’t open, he was looking at something on a tablet PC with a completely unreadable expression on his face.

  “Have a look at this, Breanna,” he said.

  Mr. Warren passed me the tablet PC, on which a video of some kind was playing. I thought that was an odd time to be showing me whatever latest funny video clip was on the internet but my heart almost stopped when I saw it was a video of the very room I was standing in. Shortly after I registered that fact, I saw myself enter from the left side of the screen and perform the theft I had done earlier that evening.

  I looked back up at Mr. Warren with tears beginning to run down my cheeks, leaving blackish-grey trails of my eye-liner, which had all been part of my sexy schoolgirl costume.

  “Please Mr…” I began but he held up his hand.

  “Stop right there, Breanna. There’s no way I can just let this slide. The only question is are you going to come peacefully to the police station or do I have to make a citizen’s arrest and restrain you? Such a shame, how you’ve thrown your entire future away.”

  I literally dropped to my knees in front of him, carefully putting the tablet PC on the ground before grasping at his hands.

  “Please, Mr. Warren, I’m sorry! I’ll give you the money back!”

  “Of course I’ll get my money back, after the police have taken it from you.”

  “No, please! I’ll do anything! I want to go to acting school, they won’t give me my scholarship if I have a criminal record!”

  “Such a shame,” Mr. Warren repeated himself but seemed to be pondering something as he looked down at me.

  I’d seen a similar look on my boyfriend, Matt’s, face the first time I let him see my breasts. There’s an unmistakable look of hunger that goes with lust and I knew I still had a bargaining chip. Two actually, and though small they were firm and full of the perkiness of youth.

  “I’ll… I’ll let you see my boobs.”

  One of Mr. Warren’s eyebrows raised a little as he glanced down to my chest.

  “Oh?” he asked.

  “Yes! Right no
w! No touching, though.”

  “Let’s see them.”

  I began to slowly unbutton my shirt, partly because I thought he would find it sexier but mostly because I was nervous as hell and my hands were shaking. My boyfriend Matt and I were both in the drama club and I’d lost my virginity to him the very night we first played Romeo and Juliet to a packed crowd in the school hall. It was magical, he was my one true love and the only boy who had ever seen me naked. I couldn’t believe I was about to show Mr. Warren what I had planned on saving for Matt forever, but if I didn’t then Matt might go to acting school without me and find somebody else!

  The last button came undone under my fingers and my thin white shirt hung loose, exposing my taut navel and the strap of my bra between the two small cups. I looked up at him from my position on my knees, hoping against hope that he would just tell me to stop and that he would forgive me, but there was no forgiveness on his face, only more of that hunger. To add to my stress, my head was right in front of his crotch and there was no missing the fact that there was a swelling occurring in those pants.

  The thought that a hardening cock was bare inches from my mouth startled me by how much it turned me on. When the idea when through my mind it was like a gentle jolt of electricity hit me between the legs, momentarily distracting me from my fear and nervousness. The sensation passed quickly, as jolts of electricity are wont to do, and in its wake I felt the beginnings of increased dampness in my depths. I squeezed my eyes shut, which forced two more tears out to run down the eye-liner trail, and offered a silent apology to Matt as I shrugged my shirt off and felt it land on my calves.

  When I opened my eyes again the appetite had certainly not disappeared from Mr. Warren’s eyes, if anything it was stronger and the bulge in his pants was clearly covering an erection now at full mast. I paused, suddenly unable to go through with it. My breasts were for Matt, not Mr. Warren!

  “I can’t do it!”

  “Take that bra off, Breanna. Do you want to have a nice life, or do you want the first institution of higher learning you go to after school to be a prison?”

  There was nothing I could do, I’d played my bargaining chips and now he held all the cards. I reached behind my back, causing my chest to thrust out towards him and the ends of my pigtails to tickle my shoulders. With practised ease I unclasped my bra and felt the supportive hug of the underwire slacken. I unthinkingly crossed my arms over my chest before it fell off, still trying to cover myself out of modesty that had been drilled into me my whole life.

  I looked back up into his eyes and, with pounding heart, let my arms go slack. The bra fell to the floor and I saw Mr. Warren’s lips part slightly as he drank in the sight of my supple teen body. I held my hands at the side of my body for as long as I could muster the willpower then reached behind myself to pick up my shirt and began putting it on, relieved that my ordeal was over.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” he said in a tone that halted me in my tracks.

  “We had a deal!”

  “I didn’t agree to that deal, but I’ll offer you a new one. I need to feel your body, Breanna. It’s the only way you’re going to get out of this without jail time.”

  “But… I can’t! I have a boyfriend!”

  “That’s exactly why you have to do it, Breanna. A guy his age isn’t going to wait around for however many years it takes you to get out of prison. He’s as good as gone. Or, I can touch you until I’ve had enough and this whole problem just disappears.”

  I thought about what he said, it made a crazy kind of sense. So, with the best interests of Matt and my future together at heart, I let my arms go slack again and my shirt dropped to the ground. My small pink nipples were standing out embarrassingly hard, obviously still feeling the effects of that stray dirty thought about Mr. Warren’s cock and my lips. I blushed, hoping he wouldn’t notice how erect they were.

  Mr. Warren walked around behind me and stood close. I felt a heat radiating from his body, and the gentle brush of the material of his pants against my arms and back as I held my breath and waited to see what he would do. When his hands came down on my shoulders I squeaked in alarm but managed to stop myself from squirming away. It was all I could do to stay still as his hands moved inexorably towards my tits, sliding gently over my skin until his fingertips came into contact with the outward swell of my chest.

  He never stopped moving until both of my breasts were being cupped in his big warm hands. He pressed his palms into them firmly, pulling me back towards him and I felt the back of my head make contact with his hard cock, still in his pants. I gasped at the sensation and couldn’t help but think of the shaft of his erection gently rubbing at my head where my hair parted because of my pigtails. Another pleasurable spark of electricity hit me between my legs and I whimpered at the betrayal my body was inflicting on me. How could it get so turned on by an older man taking advantage of me like this?

  The finger and thumb on each of Mr. Warren’s hands lightly pinched my nipples and before I could stop it, my traitor-body pushed my breasts even harder into his hands before I pulled away. Matt was always so gentle he had never pinched my nipples, I was amazed at how fantastic it felt. That didn’t change the fact that I was supposed to be saving my body for my boyfriend and I blushed again at my responses to Mr. Warren’s manipulations.

  It wasn’t long before his hands were back on my perky teen tits, squeezing and pinching, exploring my formerly exclusive peaks to his heart’s content. Suddenly his left hand left my breast and slid upwards again, over my neck until he had a grasp around my jaw. Gently at first, but with increasing pressure, he pushed my head until it turned sideways and then pressed the bulge in his pants against my cheek.

  I tried to pull my head away, but he was just too strong and after a moment I stopped struggling. I couldn’t stop my mind from fixating on the throbbing shaft being rubbed against my face. It felt so big and hot behind that zip, I wondered if he was going to dry hump my cheek until he came. Matt had cum in his pants the first time I lay my hand on his still-clothed crotch and I pictured Mr. Warren doing the same.

  Oh fuck I thought to myself it would be so hot to feel his cock twitching against me through his pants if he came. Just thinking of all that cum, so close, was turning me on even more. I was so confused, where had all these feelings come from? I was a good girl, I’d literally saved myself for Romeo, but here I was on my knees, halfway out of a slutty schoolgirl outfit letting this much more experienced man do whatever he wanted with my body, and I was beginning to love it!

  I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feel of his cock rubbing against my cheek, I was swept away by the power of my filthy little daydreams and didn’t even notice when his right hand left my tit. The sound of a zip being pulled down brought me back to reality though. I tried again to struggle away from him, but he overpowered me easily again with just one hand wrapped around my jaw, holding me against his hip while he fished around inside his pants right in front of me.

  It wasn’t long before he found what he was looking for and an erection maybe twice the size of Matt’s was exposed about two inches from my face.

  “Please don’t, Mr. Warren! I’ve only had sex with my boyfriend!”

  “Who said anything about sex? All I’m doing is touching you, Breanna, just like I said. Look how hard you made me. You couldn’t expect me to keep that in my pants could you?”

  “I… I really made you that hard?”

  “Oh fuck yes, you’re such a sexy little slut. Let’s just keep going for a while, OK?”

  “I… I… OK.”

  The battle between my mind and my body was being well and truly won by my body. My mind was giving up ground at every skirmish, calling it a tactical retreat but knowing it was tinged with panic. Mr. Warren had the most magnificent cock I had ever dared imagine, straight, hard and thick, throbbing every bit as much as I had thought it would when I first felt it against my face.

  With my reluctant consent secured he pull
ed my face towards his cock and resumed rubbing it against my cheek, gently thrusting as he reached back down to begin playing with my breasts again. His pulsating rod was leaking pre-cum freely and smearing it all over me. It wasn’t long before I was sure the entire side of my face was glistening with it and I felt the dampness between my legs beginning to soak my white cotton panties in response.

  It was almost torture to be so turned on but being unable to touch myself. I couldn’t take my panties off and masturbate, that would definitely give Mr. Warren the wrong idea. This had to stop at groping and no more. I was sure that when Mr. Warren had felt up my body enough and I made it home, safe from the threat of prison, I would masturbate to the memory but for the time being it was all I could do to keep my fingers off my clit.

  Mr. Warren’s hand began to squeeze harder and suddenly my nipple was gripped in a firm pinch. I gasped at the conflicting sensations of pleasure and pain but as the shock of it dulled to a warm glow, the pleasure overrode everything and I quietly moaned out a ‘Yessss’ into the otherwise silent room.

  The older man took that as free license to repeatedly pinch my pink tips, alternating between each side. Every time he did it I gasped and my legs began to shake, having knelt for so long it was harder to stay still under the onslaught of pleasure.

  I opened my mouth to let out another moan and, before I could react, Mr. Warren had grasped the shaft of his erection and slotted it between my parted lips. I spun around completely so I could push with both hands against his thighs, trying to get his invading member out of my mouth. I even tried pushing it out with my tongue, but it only slid over the slippery head and seemed to excite my employer even more. With his strong hands, both of them now, on the back of my head I couldn’t get it out.

  I didn’t dare bite, knowing the consequences, so at last I gave up struggling and let his cock rest on my tongue. I looked up at him, trying to put every ounce of desperation I could into my eyes and shook my head in the universal ‘no’ gesture. This caused his cock head to slide from side to side over my tongue and I tasted his salty pre-cum as he looked down at me. He didn’t appear to be in the mood for negotiations.