The Babysitter's Virgin Cunt
The Babysitter's Virgin Cunt
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The Babysitter’s Virgin Cunt
Harper Thrush
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The Babysitter’s Virgin Cunt
Copyright 2012 Harper Thrush
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coincidental.
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The Babysitter’s Virgin Cunt
“Ooh, Mr. Black, you shouldn’t have.”
Hallie bites her bottom lip seductively as she removes the gift from its delicate pink tissue. I can’t take my eyes off the luscious curves of her body. I know she’s a virgin, because she brought her diary over here once, when she was taking care of little Jeremy. It slipped between the couch cushions, forgotten.
I found it. Masturbated furiously, cumming hard over the pages that mention my name. Passages like:
Babysat for the Blacks again today. Mmm, Mr. Black is so hot, he gets my pussy wet. Wetter than it’s ever been before. When he talks to me I feel my clit tingle and I want to touch my moist lips, oh God! All I can think about his him filling my virgin hole with his hard cock. I bet his penis is huge… I want him to be my first. Want him to fuck me raw and spill his hot seed deep into my cunt.
“Try it on for me, doll.” My deep voice resonates, and Hallie’s face flushes. She slowly undoes her shirt, teasing me with each button. I can see the curve of her perky breast… Then a flash of her left nipple, all too brief. I’ve got a savage erection pulsing against the crotch of my jeans. Good Lord, this girl turns me on.
Just a few more buttons and…
“Eric, you shouldn’t have!”
Oh shit. I look up from a bland breakfast of instant oatmeal to see my wife beaming, clutching a little red box in her hands. She’s been snooping again.
“Er, Missy…” I stammer, desperately searching for an appropriate lie as I tear myself away from my intoxicating morning fantasy. “You weren’t supposed to find that just yet. It’s a gift for, um…”
She lets out a girlish giggle, which grates on my ears. “Our anniversary, of course, silly billy! Did you think I’d forget?”
Double shit. I knew there was something coming up this week.
My face falls, and I sigh deeply. “Yes, dear. It’s a present. For you. For our anniversary.” I don’t even bother injecting warmth into my voice. All the warmth I once felt for my wife has slowly, predictably dissipated over seven long years of marriage… So what’s the point?
I sip my coffee as she rips open the present.
“Oh, Eric, really…” Her tone has instantly become one of disapproval. The pink tissue parts, and she holds up the kinky leather bondage gear with a look of absolute disgust on her face. “What do you take me for, some kind of prostitute?”
She spits out the last word like it’s contagious.
“No. I just thought we might be able to have some fun for once. I mean, Jesus Christ, we’ve only had sex what – two, three times since Jeremy was born?”
God, that’s a long dry spell. No wonder I’ve been so horny lately.
“It’s not appropriate.”
My eyebrows shoot up, and I slam my coffee cup down hard on the table. “Oh? It’s not appropriate for a man to want to have sex with his wife?”
“I’m not just a wife, Eric. I’m a mother now.”
I breathe deeply, massaging my temples and trying to keep it together as she packs up the leather and stuffs the box in the trash. I had no idea when I married Missy that she held such… well, puritanical views on the whole sex after baby thing. Apparently she thinks of herself as some sort of chaste Madonna figure, unable to be a good mother and have an active sex life.
Well, fuck that. I’ve lived with this craziness far too long, trying to keep my natural, healthy sex drive purring along with porn and elaborate fantasies. Not anymore. I just bought that leather stuff as a sort of outlet. I wanted to imagine Hallie wearing it for me, submitting her body to my dark desires…
But now. Now I think I’m finally free to do what I’ve wanted to do ever since I found her diary in our couch.
I let Missy go wake Jeremy. Then I sneak the crumpled box out of the trash and stow the bondage gear in the liquor cabinet above the refrigerator. Missy hardly ever looks up there… She’s too short to reach it without a stepladder and besides, she disapproves of alcohol.
I’m about ready to leave for work by the time Jeremy runs into the kitchen to give me a kiss goodbye.
“Are you going to be a good boy at school today?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he beams up at me.
“Okay. Do what Mommy and Teacher say. I love you.”
He waves at me with his pudgy little hand as I get my briefcase and head out to the garage. Missy smiles after me (that fake, Stepford Wife smile) and calls, “Don’t forget to pick up Hallie from her cheerleading practice today on your way home! She’s going to babysit for us tonight while we have our anniversary dinner.”
“Yes, dear…”
Somehow I doubt everything is going to go according to Missy’s plan. Not tonight.
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The cheerleaders are warming down. They stretch their lithe, athletic bodies in the golden afternoon sun as I idle in my car, already excited. I pick Hallie out of the bunch. She’s easy to spot – striking brunette with a killer figure. Her tits almost burst out of the sexy tank top she’s wearing. She leans down, touching her toes…
Mmm, her cleavage is getting my dick hard.
The coach blows his whistle and they break for the day, chatting and laughing as they grab their gym bags and head toward the parking lot. I roll down my window and wave to Hallie. She sees me, and jogs over, breasts bouncing.
I wonder if she’ll notice my arousal.
“Hi, Mr. Black.”
She leans over the car window, making sure I get a good view of her tits.
“Hello to you, Hallie. Climb on in.” I open the door for her and she slides into the passenger seat.
“Thanks for giving me a ride. My car’s in the shop.” She pops her gum and smiles at me. When she reaches for her seatbelt, her legs part. I catch a quick glimpse of her crotch, barely covered in blue spandex.
Fuck me.
“No problem. And thank you for agreeing to babysit Jeremy on a school night.”
She purses her lips seductively for a moment before murmuring, “Anything for you, Mr. Black.”
Little cocktease. I’m gonna hold her to that.
I gun the engine and peel quickly away from the curb, reveling in my dominant, masculine roll. Hallie squeals involuntarily and presses a hand to her bosom. She blushes, shoots a quick glance at me before settling back into the luxe leather seat. “In a hurry? I bet Mrs. Black is anxious to start your date.”
“Actually, she might be tied up,” I say.
She better be, after that fake text I sent her. Tied up for at least an hour, which gives me
plenty of time to…
“I don’t mind,” Hallie replies.
“Being tied up?”
Hallie gasps. “Mr. Black, you’re terrible.”
I wink at her as I lean back, rolled up shirtsleeves and the wind blowing in my hair. It’s a perfectly balmy September afternoon, and I’ve got a barely legal cheerleader in my passenger seat.
Life is good.
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The rest of the drive passes uneventfully, and I pull into the driveway at exactly 5:15 p.m. My phone beeps, and Hallie lets herself into the kitchen as read the text from Missy.
I’ll deal with it. Be home as soon as I can. –M.
Perfect. I snap my phone shut and close the garage door behind me. Hallie’s leaning over the kitchen counter, flipping through one of my wife’s gossip magazines. That perfect ass… I want to run my hand over it, feel the smooth skin. Spank it till my handprint glows red.
“So it looks like it’s just you and me for a bit,” I say. I come up from behind and place a hand on her shoulder. “Missy has an errand to run.”
Hallie turns around, not shying away from my touch. “No problem,” she shrugs. “So what do you want to do?”
This is it. The moment I’ve been waiting for.
Unable to control myself any longer, I pull Hallie in close, running my hands down her back, breathing in the sweet citrus scent of her hair. Feel her soft body melt into mine as I whisper, “I want to fuck you raw and spill my seed deep into your virgin cunt.”
Hallie turns white as a sheet, lower lip trembling. She struggles out of my arms, and slaps me across the face. “Mr. Black!”
She backs away into the living room, but I follow her, mirroring her every step.
“You want me, Hallie. Don’t deny it.”
Hallie shakes her head, breath hitching as she stumbles over a chair. “I can’t believe you read my diary. That’s private!”
She’s about to burst into tears. I sigh, holding out my hand to her in a friendly, non-threatening way. “Look, I’m sorry for reading your diary.”
Hallie glares at me suspiciously. “Did you steal it out of my bag?”
“No, I found it in the couch cushions.”
“Oh. Shit…”
There’s an awkward pause. Hallie bites her lip and gazes at the floor as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. Her arms are crossed, cradling her enticing tits. In another moment I’m at her side, running my greedy hands over her supple skin. Brushing a tear off her cheek with my thumb as I draw her up into a kiss.
My hot tongue invades her mouth. Sweet transgression. She yields to me, moaning as I cup her jaw in my hand, crushing her lips. I want her so bad. Our kiss is breathless, all-consuming. I explore her with a savage hunger, taking out all of my sexual frustration in this one taboo act. She coos, pressing her chest into mine.
Finally I force myself to break away.
“Hallie,” I pant, drawing a finger along her collarbone. Trembling with desire, I trace it down into her cleavage. “Are you really a virgin?”
She nods, blushing. “Yeah.”
My finger rests between her soft tits, stroking up and down. “No one’s ever put their dick inside you?”
Hallie shakes her head, glancing up at me with stars in her eyes.
“Wait here.”
I walk over to the liquor cabinet, suddenly aware of the massive hard-on I’m sporting. My jeans are tight, swollen erection pulsing against the rough denim. I grab the leather gear, still wrapped in its pink tissue, and press the messy bundle into Hallie’s hands.
“Try this on for size.”
Her mouth opens in surprise as she pulls out the sexy leather straps and metal rings. “Wow, Mr. Black. This is a little… hardcore.”
“I’ll fuck you if you wear that for me.”
She looks from the leather to me, and then back to the leather. Unsure of herself.
“Come on, baby,” I beg, letting my stubble rasp her cheek as I give her another kiss.
“Okay.”
I settle myself on the couch as she stands up, sweeping her hair to the side as she tries to sort out all of the buckles. She sticks her tongue out at me playfully. “Close your eyes, Mr. Black. I’ll tell you when to open them again.”
I laugh, but do as she says. Eyes shut, I lick my lips in anticipation of the delicious sight I’m about to behold. I hear fumbling, the soft sound of fabric whispering against skin. Hallie’s getting naked in my living room. She kicks off her shoes, bare feet padding away…
A whoosh as she draws the curtains. Click as she turns on the lamp by the bookcase.
“All right,” she says. “Open up.”
The room is dark, lamp pooling soft light on the Persian rug. Hallie’s feet. I lift my head slowly, drinking her in. Bare legs, rounded hips. The crotchless leather panties give me a view of her sweet teenage cunt.
I stare at it for a moment. Flushed pink like the soft lips of a spring bud, thin strip of delicate curls, well-groomed. A tiny bead of moisture glistening in the lamplight.
She’s ready for me.
I rip my eyes away from her young pussy to appreciate the black leather bands across her breasts, holding her like a harness. Her rosy nipples poke through metal rings. Biting my lip and giving an appreciative moan, I press my hand to my burning cock, rubbing myself even harder through my jeans.
“Hallie, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted you.”
She licks her full lips, standing awkwardly on display. I can tell she’s frightened; the way my eyes rove greedily over her nearly naked body makes her even more nervous. I’m a grown man, after all.
Capable of dark, mature sexual acts.
She shivers, bringing her arms across her chest. Blushing.
“Should I… Mr. Black, what do you want me to do?”
I rise slowly from the couch, feeling my full height and the powerful breadth of my shoulders and torso. I tower over her, completely dominant. When I speak, my voice deep. Rough.
“Turn around, Hallie. Face the couch.”
Slowly, she does as I ask. I put a hand on her lower back, run it up her spine as I push her down over the warm cushions. Then I bury my fingers in her thick, raven hair and press her face into the couch. She whimpers. I wait until she stops struggling.
“Now spread your legs.”
That perfect ass is on display in a leather thong, her pussy open, wet. Aching for my cock. Roughly, I shove two fingers into Hallie’s cunt. She gasps as I feel her steamy warmth, penetrate her virgin hole with a purposeful thrust. Lord, she’s tight… Hot and moist, like a ripe peach in the summer sun.
I push my fingers into her again, getting even more depth. She moans. I can tell I’m hurting her, but now I’m getting off on it and don’t want to stop.
“Easy,” I murmur, caressing her hair as I pump in and out. “It’ll start to feel good soon.”
I work her hole until it’s nice and primed. Lick her juice off my fingers and slap her across the ass.
“Ow!” she cries. “Mr. Black, what are you doing?”
“You’ve been a bad girl, Hallie,” I growl. My cock pulses with heat as I strike her again, harder. “A very bad girl. Seducing your married employer… Mmm, naughty.”
“Oh…” I see the light of understanding in her eyes. “Yeah, I’m such a troublemaker.” She swivels her hips and sways her plump ass seductively.
“You need to be punished.”
I want to do brutal things to this girl. Her bottom is already red from my abuse, so I flip her over on the couch as I rip the knotted leather thong off her. Stalk to the kitchen and slash it in two with a knife, forming a short whip.
“What are you gonna do with that, Mr. Black?”
I grin, rolling the hard leather between my fingers.
Crack.
With no warning, I bring the whip down on her pussy. She cries out in pain, blood rising to her cheeks as her nipples pebble, aroused. Her chest heaves and she spreads her legs. “Do it again.”
Thwack.
The delicate skin under the soft brown curls turns an angry scarlet. I bring the leather down again and again, mercilessly, until Hallie cries out for me to stop.
Panting with exertion, I let the knots slip through my fingers. My dick has never been this hard before. Never.
“Oh God!” gasps Hallie, trying to catch her breath. I sink to my knees and bury my face in her cunt, licking the sensitive, bruised skin. She sighs with pleasure, pussy juice pouring out of her like a warm rain. Gently, I lap her up with my broad, hot tongue. She tastes like a sweet tequila sunrise, and she writhes on the couch like a porn star.
“I’m gonna… oh! Ohhh Mr. Black!”
Hallie spasms as I slip my tongue into her hole, cumming for me in shivers and gasps. Twice she seizes, and I can feel pure pleasure roll out from her center in waves. Clutches my hair, bucking as she rocks her pelvis forward, thrusting her hot, sticky sex against my face.
Finally she slumps back against the couch, spent for the moment. Utterly wrecked.
“That was amazing.”
I stand, massive erection tenting my jeans as I slowly remove my shirt. I see her face, and chuckle. “Honey, you think we’re finished? That was just a preview of coming attractions. I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk.”
Hallie squeals and licks her lips, eyes widening as I drop my trousers and she sees the size of my monster cock for the first time. Thick and veiny. Hard as a brick. Seven inches, baby. All for you.
“Is it gonna fit?” she whispers, pulling me down against her soft body. Her hot breath tickles my ear. “Is your huge dick gonna fit in my tiny little pussy?”
“That’s what we’re going to find out.”
I pull her legs apart, positioning my throbbing tool against her entrance. Just the slightest brush of her skin against my member is almost enough to get me off.
“Mmm,” she moans, running her fingers over my muscled torso. “I want you to fuck me, Mr. Black. Put that huge dick inside me.”
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