Good thing too, because while their mother’s name was being dragged through the mud by some uncaring gossips, the word was that their daddy was a good man.
So there I was sitting across from this sweet young thing and my dick decided to remind me that I am indeed a man. It was all I could do that day to carry on the interview with a rock hard cock.
If that wasn’t enough to deal with, it was the first time I caught on to the effect I seemed to have on her as well. There’s nothing like getting the green light to free up the libido.
After she’d left I’d gone to the shower and stroked one out, spraying the shower walls with my cum as I imagined sucking her mammoth tits while deep fucking her. It was the hardest I’d cum in years.
I’m not that much of an asshole that I didn’t appreciate the situation we were in. I’m her boss, ten years older than her. I didn’t want to put her in a position where she felt like she had to fuck me.
That’s why for the past few weeks I’ve been watching and listening. I know she thinks I haven’t noticed those secret looks she throws my way when she thinks I’m not looking, but I never miss anything.
Today when she came into my office to bring me lunch she’d come damn close to having her little ass spread eagle on my desk with my dick balls deep in her tight little teenage cunt.
I’d smelt her pussy and seen the way her nipples pebbled beneath her top. And when I reminded her about calling me sir, I could’ve sworn she rubbed her legs together. Then of course the doorbell rang and killed the moment.
After getting rid of the ex and helping the kids with their homework while she cooked, I’d had some serious thinking to do. I knew I wanted her, but until Tanya had threatened her earlier, I hadn’t known how much.
I felt a keen sense of protectiveness towards her, something that had been growing stronger with time. I find myself including her in my thoughts when I think of the future, something that scared the piss out of me in the beginning.
I’d already been burned once so was in no hurry to jump into anything too serious. I needed to make sure that if I ever went there again, the woman had better be someone I could trust.
She was so young that it gave me pause. But somehow I got the feeling, that even with her body that was made for sin and fucking, she was one of those ‘good girls’.
She may not have noticed, but I’ve been doing some looking of my own. Not that it was hard, the girl’s a fucking knockout. But it was her age more than anything that held me back even as I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were gonna end up together.
So, I fought it for as long as I could. But then I’d noticed the way she is with my kids, the way they love her. They don’t seem to mind that she’s little more than a kid herself. In fact it was because of them that she was even here.
After the whole mess with the divorce, I’d spent more time with my kids, picking up the slack. I’d got them to open up about the shit that had been going on while I was away.
She was the one recurring bright light in every story they told. I had no idea, that even while the divorce was pending and things were getting ugly.
When I’d moved out of the house for a while because I couldn’t stand to be in the same room as my ex, that she’s the one who’d been taking care of them.
It was because of them that I’d started looking at her differently. She might be young but she had a good head on her shoulders. What’s more she loved my kids and they adored her.
My dick hadn’t changed its mind either over the following weeks. Every time we were anywhere near each other that shit stayed hard. I knew it was only a matter of time before one of us made a move.
And after today, I was more sure than ever that before the summer was out I’d have her under me. She’d gone home a couple hours ago after playing with the kids in the backyard, and the kids were down for the night.
I sat in the living room with the TV on for noise and let my mind wander. I’m not into casual sex, never have been. Any woman I take to my bed better be in it for the long haul
She’s so young though, maybe she has dreams of her own. But it could be so good between us, somehow I just know that. And then there’s my size.
It had taken Tanya years to be able to take me. In fact she’d tried claiming that that was one of the reasons she’d cheated. Her lovers didn’t like hearing that shit when I let the cat out the bag.
Damn, just thinking about forcing my cock in her tight little pussy had my dick coming alive. I groaned out loud in the quiet room and took another sip of the scotch that was now watered down by the melted ice.
I made up my mind then and there that I’m gonna take her and forget all the other bullshit. My dick wanted her when he hadn’t shown any life in years. And after what I saw tonight in the kitchen there was no longer any doubt of her interest in me.
But how the fuck do I approach this shit? Should I just lay my cards on the table? Do I just make a move and see how that shit plays out? Or should I wait for her to come to me?
It’s been so long since I dated, not since I was sixteen. I’m a little rusty I guess. Would I have to wine and dine her first, or just get the first fuck out of the way and go from there?
It’s not like we didn’t know each other. We’ve known each other in one way or another for two years. Which only reminded me of her age and how fucking young she is.
Another big worry for me is, what if this shit doesn’t work out? What would that do to my kids? To lose someone else they love.
Shit, she was practically doing all the things a wife would at this point, and the kids were already attached. And somehow I just don’t see her as the type. What the fuck Gage? When did you become such a sniveling asshole?
Yeah, what the fuck am I doing? Sitting alone in the dark moping like a lovesick teenager. I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let what that bitch did to me take my balls.
As I thought it I realized I’d been hiding from life for the past few years. I’d told myself that I was doing it for the kids, but the truth is I’d lost interest. Now I want back in the game
That night as with many others here lately, I went to bed wanting her. All through breakfast where I tried to be present for my kids, my mind was on her.
What would she be wearing today? I’d noticed a slight change in wardrobe. Nothing drastic, but I could swear the last few times she wasn’t wearing a bra.
She’d traded in the baggy loose fitting shorts she favored, for leggings that showed off her figure.
That ass alone was worth a slap in the face, and her camel toe just revealed that she had a fat pussy with a long slit. When I sprung a boner under the table while my kids ate their pancakes and eggs I figured it was time to switch my mind off.
All morning I wondered if she’d show up early again today, but then I remembered the showdown with my ex. It’s a miracle Alyssa hadn’t quit after that performance.
I know it would kill Tanya if I did take Alyssa to my bed. She’s always been jealous of the girl. I remember once long ago, she’d accused me of ogling her, something that was patently untrue at the time.
I guess she was just projecting her own morals on me. Since she was already fucking everything with a heartbeat by then, she suspected me of doing the same.
It’s fucked up, but the thought of how fucking hurt my ex would be if I moved the young girl in with me and put her in my bed gave me a thrill. She’d shit bricks for sure. It would serve her ass right.
I’ve become mean enough to do it too.
But I can’t see using Alyssa that way, just to get back at a woman that I honestly no longer have any feelings for.
No, if I take her to my bed, better yet when I take her to my bed. It will be to put out this fire she’s started in me.
I sprang another boner when I thought of planting my seed in her. It’s true I’d wanted to have another little one to add to the other two.
Just thinking about it had me sitting at my desk with my dick in my hand. I didn’t plan
to stroke it to completion. Instead I was getting it ready for her if she made the mistake of showing up here early again. Fuck waiting and second guessing.
Gage
My heart tripped when the doorbell rang a little before noon. I made a beeline for the door but came up short when I saw her standing there with tears in her eyes.
“Alyssa what is it? What happened?” I looked around for the danger but as usual the street outside my home was quiet.
She was crying too hard to speak so I pulled her gently through the door and closed it behind us. Without thinking, I picked her up and took her into the den. I sat on the couch with her on my lap. “Tell me what hurt you sweetie.”
I dried her tears as they fell only for more to take their place. That only seemed to make her cry even harder. After about five minutes of me talking to her soothingly, running my hand up and down her back, she got herself under control and the tears turned into sniffles.
I turned her face that she’d buried in my neck up to mine with a finger under her chin “What is it baby? Tell me who hurt you.” She looked at me with the most soulful eyes and all I wanted to do was pull her in close and comfort her.
I ran my thumb along her cheek, my eyes following its path to the corner of her mouth. I teased her there until her breathing escalated. We studied each other without saying a word, but there was a hell of a lot being said with that look.
I pulled her into my chest and her body twisted slightly, making her soft firm melon sized tits press into me. My dick, which she was currently sitting on, started to get hard.
Now is not the time Gage. Obviously there’s something wrong here. But no matter how I tried to talk myself down, my cock refused to obey. She felt so soft though, and it had been so long.
I stopped breathing when she shifted, hoping against hope that she wouldn’t feel my ten inch dick pressing insistently into her ass. I should get up, get her off my lap.
For one, now wasn’t the time, and for another, I didn’t want her feeling the size of my cockmeat and making a run for the door.
Not only is my boy long, he’s thick. Five inches on the shaft and about seven at the base, and I’m sure that sweet pink gash between her thighs is going to be tight as fuck.
My thoughts weren’t helping. I found myself pressing her down harder on my length and had to pull back. But with her soft tit flesh pressing into me I had no control over my dick.
That, along with the sweet smell of her skin and hair were double teaming me and it wasn’t long before my cock was at its fullest in years. Not since, well, a long time ago.
She rocked back and forth on my cock like she was trying to get comfortable, before resting back in my arms. I tried to concentrate on anything but the feel of her softness against my hard chest.
I gritted my teeth and told myself over and over again not to put hands on her. Not to take her down to the carpet and fuck my cock into her the way I was now imagining.
Dammit Gage she’s been hurt! I counted to ten, thought of the burn from a hard workout, anything to get my mind off her heat that I could feel on my thigh. It was then I realized what she was wearing, why it was that I could feel the heat of her flesh against mine.
The shorts must’ve been painted on. And the halter top with no bra was just saying fuck me. Damn baby what’re you wearing? I was getting light headed from holding my breath.
I couldn’t hold that shit forever and when I finally released it I felt my cock jerk against her tight firm ass cheek, like he was nosing around for the pussy to dive in.
She looked up at me but said nothing. Now there was no doubt that she could feel me. “Are you going to tell me what happened to make you cry like that?”
She gave a little shake of her head and I decided not to push her, for now. She rocked a little in my lap, squeezing my cock as the sadness cleared from her eyes only to be replaced with heat, and I knew if I tried right then she would let me fuck her.
She seemed to know it too because she didn’t shy away from the hardness of my cock, but instead pressed her ass down harder. I kept reading her eyes and saw no fear or hesitation, nothing standing in my way.
As we stared into each other’s eyes, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to lean in and kiss her. My heart thundered in my ears because I knew once I crossed this line there would be no going back, for me or for her.
Still I took it slow at first, giving her time to pull away while I still had some control left. I took soft nibbling bites along her lip, my tongue following the path of my teeth.
She took a huge breath and released it into my mouth as it began to cover hers. I sucked on her tongue slowly, learning her mouth as I pulled her harder against me.
“Ummm.” I couldn’t hold back the moan. She tasted soft and sweet. Her lips reminded me of the cotton candy I used to love as a kid. I sucked her tongue the way I was going to do to her clit before the day is done.
No way am I turning away from this. I’ve never felt this fierce sense of possession for anyone before, not even my ex. I don’t know if it was her age, or the innocence of her kiss, but something about this girl was making me feel things I never thought I would again. She made my heart sing.
I took her head in my hand as the kiss grew increasingly hotter. She moaned into my mouth and pressed pussy in the tight cutoffs down harder on my cock.
I pushed her tongue from my mouth and fed her mine, playing with the soft insides of her mouth until we were swapping spit and grinding into each other hard.
She made these hot little mewling sounds as she tried to suck my tongue from my head. One of my hands was clenched tightly in her hair, while the other one rested on the firm swell of her ass.
I lifted that hand now and grazed the side of her tit with my fingers. When she didn’t object I got bolder and cupped her tit which overflowed my hand. And I used to think I was a leg man.
She moaned sexily into my mouth while I played with her nipple through the soft material of her skimpy top. She turned all the way around until she was straddling my hips, her pussy now pressed fully down on my cock. My dick started leaking pre-cum and I was ready to fuck. I barely restrained myself from tearing the shorts from her body and doing just that.
I pushed the tiny top she wore, which I hadn’t had enough time to admire, up over her tits. Those beauties came into view and I started salivating.
I released the other one for my greedy mouth and tongued her nipple before sucking it between my teeth, while I teased the other one to hardness between my thumb and forefinger.
She moved against my cock like her pussy was on fire. And because she wanted me so much, I found that I could calm down a little. Not much, but enough to know that this was finally going where I’ve been hoping for the last little while, so I didn’t need to rush.
In the back of my mind was the fact that I had an eighteen year old girl in my lap, practically riding my dick. Young, fresh, sweet, and mine for the taking. I didn’t feel too guilty about her age. After all I’d been married with a child on the way when I wasn’t much older than she is now.
Again, the thought of fucking my child in her played hell with my senses. I should’ve known that all the secret smiles and stolen looks was gonna lead to this.
I think I knew when I called her here for the job. Unbeknownst to me, after all the stories my children had told me, the stories that told me she was more a mother to them than the woman who gave them birth, my heart had fallen into her hands.
I know it now, accept it. I’d fallen in love with the idea of her, before my dick got in the game and made that shit real. my thoughts made me get a little rough with the nipple in my mouth but she didn’t complain.
In fact she arched her back as if asking for more and I tried to get as much of her tit in my mouth as I could and damn near smothered myself. I tried not to make comparisons, but it was hard.
Before Tanya and I started dating, I’d gone out with a few girls. I’ve been fucking since the age of thirte
en so pussy was nothing new to me. I used to have a long line of girls my age and older wanting to ride my dick once word got around of how big I was. That was before I grew up and chose to be different.
With that said, I can honestly say, her tits are the finest I’ve ever had in my mouth. It’s true that I’d usually gone for the model type in the past, she was the complete opposite of that.
Shorter by far, and her curves were bountiful. Not that she was heavy, she just had more ass and tits than my ex-wife and somehow that was just fine by me.
I loved her softness, could already imagine sinking into her between her well shaped thighs. My thoughts manifested themselves in my actions and I bit her nipple harder.
Her body strained against mine as she tried to get closer. Her hips moving faster as if she already had my cock inside her. “Shh, baby, I don’t want you to cum unless some part of me is inside you.”
Her whole body turned red and I went back to my meal. She was hot to the touch as I squeezed and nibbled her tits, moving my head from one raspberry colored nipple to the other. Between the feel of her under my hands and the sexy little noises she made, I made up my mind that the time for questions was over.
I got to my feet and she clung onto me tighter. “No don’t stop, please don’t…” I had to calm her with a soothing hand up and down her back as she dug her nails into me to hold me in place.
“Ssh, I’m not stopping sweetheart, I’m taking you to my bed.” Her face brightened, telling me all I needed to know. I moved just a little bit faster now that I knew without a doubt that she was with me.
I stopped when my knees hit the bed and laid her down gently. It wasn’t the same bed that I’d shared with my ex, that shit had been burnt and the room redone to suit my taste.
“You’re the first woman I’ve brought to this bed and the first I’m going to fuck in a very long time.” I ran my hand along her thigh to the tight seat of her shorts. When I trailed my finger along her slit her eyes widened and she bit into her lip as her body moved against the sheets.
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