Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  “I’ve got to cum, Breanna. I suggest you do the best cock sucking you’ve ever done if you don’t want me to cum inside what I’m sure is a pretty little, barely-used, pussy.”

  My eyes widened at the threat, this was all going way too far. I tried to think of a way out of the situation, but with Mr. Warren’s cock in my mouth, pulsating on my tongue with every beat of his heart, it was impossible to think. I couldn’t suck him off, could I? It would be such a betrayal to Matt. On the other hand, this wonderful thick cock was already in my mouth… it wouldn’t be that much more of a betrayal would it? And besides, it tasted so fucking good!

  I began to slowly bob up and down on Mr. Warren’s engorged manhood, feeling the ridge of the head repeatedly slide over my soft young lips before plunging back to the hot and wet cushion of my tongue.

  “Fuck yeah, that’s perfect, my little schoolgirl slut. Take your panties off and play with yourself, I want to feel you moaning right on my cock when you cum.”

  I dismissed my recent notion of keeping my panties on, the truth was that I needed to get myself off, I needed it just as badly as Mr. Warren seemed to. Also, I thought that since I was giving him a blowjob, he wouldn’t need to fuck me anyway. So, while maintaining my sucking and licking of his wonderful cock, I reached under my little skirt and pushed my panties down to my knees.

  Mr. Warren grabbed on to my pigtails with each of his hands and began thrusting into my mouth. I placed one hand on his thigh to stop him going too deep and began to stroke my clit with the other. I knew I was wet but when my fingers made contact between my legs I was astonished at the sheer volume of pussy juice that must have leaked out of me, I’d never in my life been so soaked as I was at that moment.

  Amazement at my slickness aside, it was an incredible relief to finally have a finger flicking back and forth across my most sensitive little bump. It felt so good I barely even noticed just how hard Mr. Warren was fucking my face, the intense tingling sensations emanating from my clit almost completely overwhelmed the discomfort of his thickness hitting the back of my throat as he pulled my pigtails towards him.

  I began to moan louder and louder as my orgasm approached, just like Mr. Warren had wanted. It felt so good to have my lips wrapped around such a spectacular cock and the thought of my moans making him send a load of semen into my mouth was enough to push me over the edge. My abdominal muscles flexed in time with my pussy muscles as pulsations of pleasure rippled through me. More of my natural lubricant leaked out and I felt it running down my legs as my hand slipped off of Mr. Warren’s thigh.

  I took a deep breath, about to let it out right on his cock in the form of another orgasmic moan, but Mr. Warren took his opportunity and thrust forward hard, pushing the head of his erection into my throat, the very first hard dick that had ever been that far. My eyes bulged wide, I couldn’t breathe and I was right in the middle of one of the most intense climaxes of my life.

  I’d never even tried to deep throat Matt before, I thought there was no way I could do it, but once the head was in, the rest seemed to slide down without much trouble. Mr. Warren pulled and pulled on my hair until my lips were right at the base of his cock and his balls were resting on my chin. Being forced to hold my breath was doing strange things to my orgasm, prolonging it, as was the thought of what a little slut I must look like. What would Matt think if he could see me now? My Dad? My Friends? I didn’t care anymore, I wanted that cum down my throat.

  When the longest, by far, orgasm I’d ever had started to fade away, my concern for oxygen grew. Mr. Warren was still pulling on my hair, forcing his cock as deep into my face as he could get it, and I was beginning to turn red. My eyes began to water at the prolonged invasion and just when I thought I was going to pass out he pulled backwards and his cock exited my lips with a faint popping sound.

  I collapsed on the ground, gasping for air, and a brownish fog clouded my vision, I was right on the edge of passing out. I felt Mr. Warren’s strong arms pick me up as if I weighed no more than a piece of paper and set me down gently on the bed. I struggled for full consciousness, trying to make sense of what was happening. Had he cum straight down my throat without me even noticing? Was it all over?

  The brown fog began to clear at the same moment that I felt Mr. Warren on the bed between my legs. I wondered what he was doing for a moment, then remembered my panties weren’t on anymore and weakly tried to push my knees together. I couldn’t because he was in the way and then I felt him lean over me and his fat cock pushing at my slit. I was too breathless to protest much, but I mumbled something about asking him if he was wearing a condom.

  “Yes, angel, I’ve got one on.”

  That was good enough for me under the circumstances, I relaxed my legs and let him do whatever he wanted with my pussy. Mr. Warren slipped each of his hands under my arms and hooked them on my shoulders as if holding me in place while he pushed forward with his stiff shaft. It was so much bigger than Matt’s I had my doubts about being able to fit it in, but my still quivering tunnel was so slick and relaxed from my climax that there was no discomfort at all, only a wonderful full feeling.

  Mr. Warren began fucking me at a steady pace, while whispering in my ear. His quiet words were so close and with the background noise of his balls slapping on my ass the whole experience was unbelievably hot.

  “You’ve got such a perfect little pussy, Breanna, I had to fuck it. You like it, don’t you, you dirty little girl?” he whispered.

  “Mmmm… yes,” I couldn’t lie.

  On and on he went, telling me what a little slut I was, fucking me with long hard strokes, absolutely ruining me for Matt’s cock. How could I go back to him after this? After knowing how good sex can be with an older man? It wasn’t long before the hot friction of Mr. Warren’s pounding shaft brought me to another pulsating, shuddering orgasm and I moaned like the whore he had made me.

  “I’m going to cum inside you, Breanna, are you ready for it?” he panted.

  “Yes… in the condom…”

  “I’m not wearing one… UHhhhhhh!”

  I was too deep in the throes of my own climax to do anything but ride it out as I felt splash after steaming splash of warm cum coat the inside of my pussy, pumping me full of his sperm. I could almost sense them in their millions, already seeking out my fertile womb.

  “I’m not on the pill,” I whispered.

  “You’ll probably get pregnant,” Mr. Warren whispered back, still pumping smaller spurts of his creamy liquid inside me, not seeming to care.

  At last he stopped thrusting into me and just stayed still on top with his cock buried to the hilt as we both caught our breath. Eventually he rolled off and lay beside me.

  “How could you do that?” I asked.

  “You loved it.”

  “I did not!”

  “Oh? I think you’re such a cum-hungry little slut that you’d like to taste it, even now.”

  With that he grasped his still hard cock and ran his finger and thumb along it from the base to the tip as if he was getting the last bit of toothpaste out of the tube. A dollop of thick white semen appeared at the very end and he scooped it on to his finger. Without any further warning he smeared his sex juices on my bottom lip.

  “If you loved it, I think you’ll stick your tongue out for a taste of that cum.”

  I pursed my lips together, wanting to prove him wrong, wanting to prove to myself that I was still a good girl… I stuck out my tongue and dragged his wonderful salty sperm into my mouth.

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  Breeding with the Reluctant Babysitter 3

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  Danielle, has finally come of age. After Danielle tells Sara about the money and boyfriend troubles she's been having, Sara sends her off for a night of babysitting at the Warren household. Sitting for Mr. Warren can be lucrative, but it does come at a price, as this inexperienced woman finds out. The Warrens' couch will never be the same.

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  Breeding, Blackmail, Reluctant, Older Man, Younger Woman, Virgin, Babysitter, Schoolgirl

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  It’s funny the influence your big sister can have on you. If anybody else had suggested such an outlandish course of action, even my parents, I would have told them to take a long walk off a short pier. My big sister was always kind of my idol though. Sara Mounce, all the guys wanted her and all the girls wanted the guys that wanted her. She had the world at her feet, probably trying to look up her skirt.

  Everybody was so shocked when she got pregnant, thought the little princess had ruined her life. She soon showed them, though. Somebody, presumably the unknown father, was taking good care of her. She lived in a nicer house than we did, and was doing college-level courses online now that she had a nanny to help take care of her baby. It seemed like her life was looking as rosy as it ever had.

  I had complete faith in her throughout, and I was glad to be proved right. Now that I was about to finish high school I was proud to be in a similar position she had been. I’d been a somewhat late bloomer, but over the past year my body had changed an incredible amount. My breasts had swelled out from mosquito bites to full D-cups, bordering on DD, my complexion smoothed out to perfection and my unruly hair that had always been such a mess finally learned some manners.

  I looked at myself in my full-length mirror and, though I’m only into boys, I could objectively say I looked really sexy in the outfit Sara had chosen for me. I thought I looked just like Sara actually, and that’s about the highest compliment I could think to lay on somebody in regards to their appearance. Just like her, except I was a little bit more blessed in the chest department. I was wearing one of her old slutty schoolgirl outfits, I never did understand why she had so many but looking in that mirror I thought I was beginning to get some insight.

  Despite this, or maybe even because of it, I was still apprehensive about going babysitting dressed like that. I’d been telling Sara about how I was struggling to save for a car, and also about how, earlier in the year, on the night my boyfriend and I had planned to have sex for the first time, instead he had shown up wearing a ‘purity ring’ and with another one for me. He wanted to wait for marriage, he said. I didn’t know what else to do. I loved him, so I put the ring on, but I was so horny all the time, it felt so unnatural.

  Sara had paused for a moment and then told me about how she could set me up with a really great babysitting job that came with a couple extra opportunities to make money. Both of those extra opportunities were kind of shocking. One was outright theft, Sara knew where he kept a box of money hidden. The other almost seemed like a low level of prostitution. Apparently the man of the house, Mr Warren, was somewhat neglected by his wife and liked to have ‘eye candy’ to look at, so if one were to dress on the sexier side of things one could expect a larger tip than would normally be given to a mere babysitter.

  I’m not sure which part of it I had the bigger problem with. On one hand, the risk of getting caught for theft seemed almost too huge to contemplate. I was doing really well at school and was near the top of my class, Universities were practically falling over themselves trying to open doors for me. That would all end with a criminal record. On the other hand, since my boyfriend, Brad, had turned up with those damn rings, he’d wanted me to wear really conservative clothing. If I wore a skirt it was supposed to be as close to the ankle as possible, and so on.

  Like I said, if anybody but Sara had made the suggestion I wouldn’t have even considered it. However, she assured me that she had done it lots of times back when she used to babysit for the Warrens and there was no danger at all. Mr. Warren was apparently really sweet and just appreciated a little bit of attention from a beautiful girl. He was also a really successful lawyer, absolutely loaded with money and never missed the odd hundred or two from his cash box.

  So, safe in the knowledge that Brad would never find out and there was almost no chance of getting caught, I agreed and Sara made a call for me to find out when the Warrens next needed a babysitter. It turned out that they had a requirement quite soon.

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  Everything happened just like Sara said it would, when Mr. Warren opened the door he looked me up and down, drinking in the view like a cold glass of water after crossing a desert. I gave him my most coy smile and when I ‘accidentally’ dropped my purse in the living room I made sure I bent at the waist to retrieve it. The skirt was so short he would have got the briefest flash of my white cotton panties before I stood up and the show was over. I saw the look in his eyes when I was upright again and thought about what a great payday I was about to get for such little effort.

  The kids were really no problem at all, they ate their dinner and went to bed on time, contrary to almost every other family I had ever worked for. I wondered how often the Warrens needed a babysitter, it was the easiest job I’d ever had. Speaking of Warrens, I wondered where Mrs Warren was, I hadn’t seen her and had neglected to ask. That might have been a bit awkward, so I was glad she wasn’t around that night.

  Even the cash was right where Sara said it would be. I did think it odd that in all the years since Sara had babysat for them they hadn’t changed the hiding place, but I supposed if they had no idea their secret had been compromised, they would have no need to do so. I grabbed a little over a hundred dollars and thought to myself with a smile about how much closer my goal of my very own car was. I might even get a really nice one.

  Everything went downhill pretty fast when Mr Warren came home though. I was ready and waiting for him when he arrived, standing in the living room with my best ‘gee-whiz’ smile on and my hands clasped at hip-level with my arms pushing my big breasts together, giving a hint of cleavage over the top button on my shirt. He looked at me for a moment with more of that same appreciation he had shown earlier but said he had to check something upstairs first.

  I grew nervous as he was gone for minute after minute, what if he was checking his money or something? No… surely not. Sara had said there was no chance of that. Just when I couldn’t take it anymore and I thought I would panic and run, Mr. Warren appeared in the living room again. He was carrying a tablet PC of some kind and was looking at it with a grim expression.

  “I can’t believe you did this, Danielle.”

  “Did what?” I managed to squeak out.

  “Don’t play games with me. Look at this.”

  Mr. Warren tapped the screen a few times and then handed me the computer. I looked at the video file playing and felt like I was going to throw up. There, in high definition, was me. Stealing money from Mr. Warren’s cash box.

  “I can’t believe you did this,” he repeated, “Sara said you were a real good girl, doing well in school, your whole life ahead of you, but now you’ve thrown it all away for a couple hundred bucks.”

  “What are you going to do?” I looked downwards, an angle that would have given me a view of my feet a year previous was now obscured by my breasts.

  “I’m going to have to take you to the police, it’s up to them what happens from there. However, as a lawyer I can tell you that the criminal reco
rd is going to shut a lot of those doors that were previously open. Your life is going to be very different from how you imagined it.”

  “Please don’t do it, Mr. Warren!”

  I was still looking downwards and a big fat tear dripped off the end of my nose and went straight down my top, landing on my breast before running sideways to be soaked up by my bra. I was in shock, my whole life was being turned upside down in a matter of seconds. My mind was whirling around a million revolutions per minute trying to think of a way, any way, out of this. Panic was setting in, and then Mr. Warren’s voice softened.

  “You know, maybe we can work something out.”

  I looked up at him, tears still flowing out of the corners of my eyes and tried to smile.

  “Yes! Please! I’ll do anything, please just don’t go to the police. I’ll give your money back, OK?”

  “I’ve got a better idea, Danielle. You can keep the money, you’ve got something else I’d rather have.”

  “But what…”

  I was so confused, he was going to let me keep the money? What else could he possibly want? That’s when I saw him looking at my chest, hidden behind the schoolgirl shirt and my newest bra, bought to accommodate my recently grown tits. That’s when I knew that he probably wanted me to show him the breasts that only my eyes had seen. I couldn’t do it!

  “I want to see your body a bit more, Danielle. Will you take your shirt off?”

  “Just the shirt?” I asked, still utterly reluctant but also hopeful.

  “I’ll decide once you’ve done it. If the rest of your body is as amazing as what you’ve shown me so far, then yes, that will be it. The video will be destroyed and you can go back to your comfortable little life.”

  “Well… OK… I guess.”

  I handed him back his tablet PC and he tossed it nonchalantly on to a chair then folded his arms and watched me. I took a deep breath, my breasts rose and fell in front of me, and with slightly shaky hands I began to unbutton my shirt. I’d undone all the buttons down to the level of the underwire of my bra when he held up his hand.