His Baby to Keep: A Forbidden Romance

by Katie Ford

  So slowly, I parted my thighs, resting one pink, manicured foot on each edge of the tub, white legs falling apart to reveal my secret parts within. The water had little ripples, kind of like a funhouse mirror, but I could see my cunt and how it was swollen already, pink and luscious. I leaned forward to crane my head over my breasts and tantalizingly ran a finger up my thigh to stroke the crease between my leg and pussy. Mmm, that felt good.

  Slowly my finger quested higher until it was tracing over my labia. Oh god, yes, the flesh grew more engorged, my lips puffing up until they were practically double their previous size, pale yet peachy at once. But it’s my clit that I’m most proud of. Because I have a huge one, when it’s aroused it literally pokes out from between my pussy folds and right now the tip was clearly visible, pulsing and throbbing, I could almost feel my heartbeat in the sensitive nub.

  So with delicate fingers, I pulled my vagina apart, gazing deep down into that pink channel. Fuck, I was so wet and it wasn’t just the water. My clit pulsed harder, literally waving and bobbing now and when I brushed it with one finger, my body jerked, it felt so fucking good. Oh god, oh god, I was so aroused, so delirious from just a brush of my fingers, a little sensuous massage. My head fell back as one hand played with my pussy the other stroking a breast, pinching hard at a nipple, squeezing the soft white flesh.

  Mr. Parker, I dreamed. Mmm, oh yeah. I pretended he was here with me, hot eyes on my curvy body as I pleasured myself in his guest bathroom, moaning slightly at the thought of the huge male form in this small space, filling it up, his musk a spice in the air, making me swoon with desire.

  And desperate for more, I decided to take it one step further. Hey, I was in luxurious surroundings and wanted to use everything available to me. This was such a far cry from the cramped dorm shower stalls that it was time to explore, be adventurous. So with one toe, I flicked on the spigot once more, a gush of water rushing out, and scooted forward on my butt until my pussy was right under the spray. Oh yeah, that felt good. The bubbles were arousing, the swirl of the water so tantalizing on my sensitive flesh that I moaned loudly, throwing my head back, eyes half-closed. What would it be like to feel Mr. Parker’s fingers on my cunt, exploring those soft folds, running wetly through my most sensitive part?

  But it wasn’t enough. I needed more pressure, I needed to feel the spray of water right against my privates. So I leaned back, bracing myself on the tub bottom, and canted my hips upwards until my pussy lifted out of the water and the rush of liquid flowed right down on my clit. Oh fuck, that was good. Now the waterfall rained onto my hotly swollen pussy and my cunt began beating, small twitches at first, my moans growing louder, literally echoing through the small chamber. Again, I was no longer in the dorms, afraid of other people hearing, so I let loose, heavy panting rising into high-pitched whines with every passing second.

  Oh god, oh god, it felt so fucking amazing. But this was such an awkward position and I’m a big girl now, I can’t balance on my hands forever. So I sat back down, the water buoying me lightly, caressing my curves, my ass coming to rest on the porcelain once more. I wanted more, was desperate for more, but how to get it? Suddenly, something caught my eye. Holy cow, could it be true? Why hadn’t I noticed before? Because right next to the spigot was a removable shower head, the kind that you can hold in your hand while you spray yourself, rinse yourself off.

  And practically purring now, I reached for it, taking it off its holder and caressing it with my hand. Oh fuck yes. This was exactly what I needed in more ways than one. Because not only could I use it to direct water straight at my cunt, but I could also fuck myself with the shower head if need be, I could caress my clit with it, stick it up my hot passage. So with a naughty smile, I flicked on the spigot once more, this time pressing the button that indicated shower. And with a muted gurgle, the head came on, blasting me.

  Oh shit, the water was cold, and I jolted back for a moment. But within seconds, the water warmed and I adjusted the spray until the pressure was just right, a thin stream of liquid pulsing from the center of the head. Delicately sitting back once more, I raised my hips again so they were just at water level and pointed the golden tool at my pussy, water spraying relentlessly.

  Oh god, oh god, fuck yes, this was it. The water felt so good and I reached my other hand between my legs to spread my labia so that the spray could pound my clit, massaging me, making me whine and wriggle in the bath. Oh god, it was so slippery, nub pulsing with arousal, nipples about to burst, they were so hard and sensitized.

  But it was the feeling in my cunt that drove me over the edge. The spray was so fucking good, making my clit shiver and twitch, and I pulled the shower head even closer to my pussy until I was blasting myself from only inches away. Mr. Parker, I moaned slightly, my lips parting to speak his name. Mr. Parker, Mr. Parker, I moaned over and over again, the syllables feeling so right on my lips as I dreamed of the big man, pretending he was there in the bathroom with me, watching me frig myself to heaven.

  And with that, I came hard, pussy losing it. By now, the shower head was right up against my wet lips for maximum pressure and I burst, a hot gush of cream squirting from my hole, sweet white melting into the water. My boobs quivered and shook with orgasm, cunt clamping down hard, once, twice, then dissolving into a series of jerks and twitches as electricity shot to my fingers and toes, making them tense and clench, back arching as I came again and again.

  Oh fuck, oh fuck, water was splashing everywhere now, my curvy body rocking in ecstasy. The non-stop thrashing caused tidal waves in the tub, displacing gallons of bath water, lapping over the edge again and again, so thunderous and right, and I let go completely, throwing my head back and moaning throatily, a deep, guttural cry of “Mr. Parkerrrrr!”

  And finally, finally, it was over. Inhaling deeply, I leaned back in the tub, panting, slickly juicy as the trembling subsided, as the world came back into focus. Breathing hard, I let myself go for a moment, floating into the haze, my body relaxed yet alive, tingling with sensations. But a slight slapping sound invaded my reverie. It must have been my imagination because I was done, my orgasm subsided. But then the sound grew more distinct, more forceful. What the? It couldn’t be the water still sloshing on the floor, there was no more whirlpool, the storm had passed.

  But the clapping was now even more distinct and I sat up sharply, eyes flying open. Oh god. It hadn’t been my imagination. Because there was Mr. Parker himself, blue gaze hot on me, still dressed in his suit pants and button-down shirt as he clapped, eyes devouring me.

  “Mandy,” he ground out, blue gaze hot. “I had no idea you were so dirty.”

  And I flushed. Holy shit, my boss had just caught me touching myself in the tub, blasting my pussy with water when I was supposed to be watching his daughter, when I was on his dime. And my eyes grew wide once more, chin trembling, senses on alert … because Mr. Parker was going to punish me, wasn’t he?

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Pete

  The house was oddly silent when I got home. That wasn’t too strange, after all it was past Violet’s bedtime but usually Mandy watched TV or did homework at the kitchen counter, so there were at least lights on somewhere. But this time the entire first floor was dark, so I dropped my keys on the counter top and strode up the stairs. Maybe Mandy had fallen asleep in Violet’s bedroom, sometimes my daughter needed someone to stay with her until the monsters went away.

  And wearily sighing, I massaged my neck. The date with Alexandria had been painful, the woman got on my nerves with her nails-on-chalkboard voice and possessive ways. Funny how I’d forgotten, but one dinner had been enough to bring it all rushing back, reminding me of exactly why I dumped her so many years ago.

  But the sad thing was that once upon a time, Alexandria was my type. She was always an annoying bitch, but I guess in my youth I didn’t focus on personality so much. So long as the female was a stunner, someone to make every man’s dick hard, then I was okay with it. I could put up with all sorts of sh
it so long as she was a ten on the traditional looks scale, someone who was paparazzi-ready night and day.

  But my thinking’s changed, all the old shit makes no sense anymore, so it’s out with the old and in with the new. Maybe it was because my ex was a six foot skeleton, all looks and no brain, and five years with her wore me down. I mean, how many dinners did we have where there was literally no conversation? Not a single word exchanged, and not because she and I were on bad terms. Vivian just didn’t have a cell in her brain, so at most, we could chat about the weather or our daughter, if she’d even bothered to see Violet that day. Plus, my ex never ate either, just swilling wine the entire meal. Is that even safe? Is it safe to be drinking gallons of alcohol on an empty stomach, night after night?

  But my ex was gone now, and I was more than thankful. Because oh fuck yeah, I’m a different man now. It was a tough lesson, but I like sweet, curvy and sexy now, a little poundage makes my pulse race, the blood course in my dick like a hammer coming to life. I want huge tits, the kind I can bury myself in, fucking their sweet bellies if I want a titty session. And as for ass … I never thought of myself as an ass man, my previous girlfriends had nothing to speak of back there, flat as a pancake. But now I like them bountiful, huge, the better to knead, squeeze, and penetrate illicitly.

  Because oh yeah, I want anal. I want to pound a butt so hard that the woman comes, her breasts dragging on the ground as she kneels before me, doggy-style, taking it from the back. I want to ruin that asshole, make her cry out in pleasure as her back pucker is breached, as she gives me everything she has to give, curvy body rolling and shaking as she’s fucked from behind.

  But I forced myself under control because my thoughts were getting away from me and right now, I just wanted to locate my babysitter. My sweet, sweet teen sitter with the body of my fantasies, whose face had been superimposed on my dream girl, the one who took such good care of my daughter. Oh yeah, when Mandy had lifted Violet into her arms, soothing the tot, I’d felt a surge of something. I’m not sure what it was. But Mandy looked so maternal, so beautiful, cuddling the baby. What would it be like to see the teen swell with my child, that curvy form becoming even rounder, her stomach blossoming with the evidence of my seed, my virility? Fuck, that wasn’t enough. I wanted to see her bloom over and over again, bearing two, three, even four of my children.

  What the fuck is wrong with you? I raged. This was no way to think about my innocent babysitter. Mandy was probably asleep next to my daughter even now, maybe hugging one of my daughter’s stuffed animals, her breath mixing softly with Violet’s. Fuck, I was a sick bastard, my imagination had gone over the edge, way off the reservation.

  So reining myself in, I cracked open the door to Violet’s room. But there was no Mandy. Nope, Violet was asleep, a little blonde lump in her child-size bed, curled up and peaceful. There was definitely no teen temptation camped out in the room anywhere. Softly, I closed the door once more, shaking my head. Where could my babysitter be? Maybe the study? The library?

  But shit, all that alcohol at dinner turned on the waterworks and I needed to piss. So I strode over to my suite and opened the door quietly. What the fuck? Was someone in here? Something was off, there was a rectangle of light under the en suite door and the distinct sound of water splashing.

  What the fuck, what the hell was going on? Did I have a leak? It was totally possible given that new construction these days can be shoddy, even if you paid millions for a renovation. And this couldn’t be a robbery, unless the sick fucks had decided to take a bath in my room before taking my shit. So what the fuck?

  I pressed forward again and the splashing sounds continued, this time louder as I leaned towards the door. And fuck, but sounds came out then. Not the singing I’d thought I’d heard, but the moans of a woman enjoying herself, pleasuring herself over and over again in a luxurious bath. Her breathy sighs and gasps rang out in the tiled space, the echoes magnifying every throaty gasp, every needy whimper so fucking arousing.

  Oh shit. I had to see, I fucking had to see this. It could only be one person and the right thing to do would have been to spin on my heel and beat feet out of there, to let my teen babysitter enjoy herself and pretend like nothing happened. Fuck I should get back into my car and drive in loops until my body calmed, dick under control, heart rate slowed.

  But I couldn’t. Because the entire night, images of Mandy’s face and body had been dancing through my mind, speaking to me as my stupid date talked, her lips moving but soundless as I dreamed of another woman. Shit, I’d spent the entire two hours fantasizing about my sweet babysitter, envisioning Mandy’s sweet smile when I got back, seeing that curvy body. So to suddenly realize the teen was in my bathroom, pleasuring herself, blew my top off and I fucking had to see. I had to. I owed it to myself.

  Nudging the door open, every rational thought flew out of my head as the beast within roared to life, zooming to the fore like a fucking hungry monster. Because Mandy was there. And oh god, but she was so creamy, so tantalizing … and so dirty. The teen slut had the shower head positioned between her thighs as she blasted water straight up her twat, those huge breasts bobbling as she moaned and sighed in ecstasy, one hand tweaking a giant tit. And oh fuck, but as I watched, the little girl lost it. Yep, right there in my bathtub, the beautiful woman came, creaming hard, her pussy spasming visibly, the pink snatch clenching again and again as tremors electrified that sweet body, her pink flesh giving it up, an earthquake shattering the gorgeous girl.

  And every shred of decency evaporated then. Instead of backing off, slipping away unseen, I stepped completely into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. Not that the woman noticed. Mandy was lost in her own world, her body quivering and shaking with orgasm, that pink pussy pulsing so hard that water sloshed everywhere, tits flying left and right as she moaned and screamed.

  And right as she hit her peak, eyes squeezed shut, every fiber of her body alive with electricity, she screamed my name. Holy fucking shit. The brunette was crying out for me, over and over again, there were the distinct words of “Fuck me, Mr. Parker, fuck me.”

  And the male animal within roared again, dormant no more, growling, ready to take, own, possess. She was mine, no fucking way was I gonna stand here and watch a girl cream herself while dreaming of me. I was getting in on the game stat and Mandy was about to get the ride of her life. So dick rigid in my pants, I began clapping, the sound slow and resonant in the tiled space.

  The brunette’s eyes flew open then, her mouth forming a perfect pink “O.” Oh god, what would it feel like to have those plush lips circling my cock, sucking the seed from my balls, the source of all life? Oh fuck yeah, that’s what I wanted, that was absolutely on my to-do list. But first things first.

  “Hey Mandy,” I ground out, eyes dancing, body hard.

  And the girl sat up with a jerk, gasping for air.

  “Mr. Parker!” the brunette shrieked, scrambling, trying to sit up without slipping. She was so bountiful that it was totally futile, water sloshed everywhere as she grabbed the tub edge, trying to get a grip, the wet sound of her butt sliding against porcelain loud and raunchy. Shit, there was so much liquid on the floor we’d probably need one of those wet-vacs to dry this place out. But no worries, it was totally worth it.

  “Hey Mandy,” I rumbled again, a casual tone in my voice, acting like everything was normal despite our illicit circumstances. “How goes?”

  And the brunette turned beet red then, hunching in the water so that her big breasts were submerged. But it was futile. The water was clear so there were no bubbles to hide her nudity, nothing to shield that sweet white flesh, and I looked my fill, eyebrows raised.

  “I’m so sorry,” the brunette babbled, clutching her arms over her chest, trying to shield herself, clamping her thighs tight. I chuckled a bit because I had every intention of parting those legs, looking straight up into her channel as far as the eye could see before burying my cock deep into the plush depths.

  But the
girl was still apologizing.

  “I’m so sorry,” she rushed again, eyes wide, a flush running from her hairline all the way down her sweet chest. “Violet’s okay, I put her to sleep, I just thought I’d enjoy myself a little, you know, take a bath in this guest suite ….”

  And I looked at her with an eyebrow arched.

  “Guest suite?” I rumbled. “This is my room, where I sleep. You’re in my room, honey.”

  And the teen gasped again, clutching herself even tighter, so tight that a boob literally popped free, bobbling in the water, pink nipple hard, begging to be tasted. But Mandy was still blathering on with the apologies and didn’t even notice.

  “You-your room?” she stuttered. “I had no idea, Mr. Parker I thought you’d be in the master suite, although maybe with the divorce and all …” she said, the words coming to a slow halt.

  But fuck my marriage had been over years ago and I wasn’t afraid to talk about it.

  “Vivian and I started sleeping separately a long time ago,” I rumbled smoothly. “So yeah, I moved here and she stayed in there, it was better that way,” I said, beginning to unfasten my belt, loosen my shirt.

  And the brunette’s eyes went wide again, mouth in an “O” as the dress shirt slipped off my broad shoulders, belt buckle dropping to the floor with a clunk. I growled because not only was the teen staring, but one soft hand was caressing a breast, trailing light circles around her nipple. Did Mandy even know she was doing it? Or was she still so caught in the thrall of pleasure that she was responding to her body’s needs, unaware how she was telegraphing it to the world?