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 pulled 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 ov
er 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.
“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 tongu
e and dragged his wonderful salty sperm into my mouth.
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Breeding with the Reluctant Babysitter 3
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.
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