by Vallen Green
I felt myself giving in to an orgasm. He must have felt it to because he removed his hand and now started removing my shirt. What a tease. He kissed my neck and licked me very sensually there. His hand found my breasts and massaged them slowly, making me yearn for more. He tossed my shirt on the floor and now feasted on my breasts that look too full in my bra.
He pulled the strap of my bra and started kneading my breasts. My nipples hardened into knots and my chest felt heavy. I wrapped my arms around him as he massaged my tits and I moaned in his ear. I let him hear how much I like the way he was touching me, my voice almost breathless and halting. I removed his shirt and licked his body. He really is gorgeous. His chest is filled with muscles and his abs is chiselled to perfection. I don’t know what workout he’s into, whatever it is, it must be tough. I found his nipples and played with it with my tongue. I love his smell and the way he pushed my head even closer to his body. I sucked on his nipples and licked his chest earnestly. He is all man and I want to be able to explore his body really well. I reached his navel and licked it all over. I licked his waist and soon, he was groaning and begging me to unzip his pants.
He led my hand to his bulge and I sighed because he’s so hard and thick. I quickly removed his belt and fought with his fly to let him out. I closed my eyes as my hand slid on the waist band of his underwear. “Oh Flynn! I want you.”
I held him and for a few moments before I kneeled down and rubbed my face against him. He is so warm and rock hard, I find it hard to take my eyes off him. I started kissing his waist to tease him further. He groaned as my tongue flicked his waist and move towards his gem. He is the perfect size for me, and he is very thick too. I can feel my arousal going to the extreme as I smelled his muskiness. I want him inside me so badly.
Before I can do anything else, he lifted me and settled me on a chair. He opened a drawer and took out what look liked colourful scarves. He quickly bounded my hands and my legs on the chair. “Flynn, what are you doing?” My eyes are filled with sudden panic and I found it hard to speak clearly. Why tie me on a chair?
“Flynn, this isn’t funny. Let me go!”
“Shhhh. Relax, babe. I won’t hurt you.” He took another scarf and covered my eyes with it. He kissed me lightly on the cheek. I felt so exposed with my bra askew, my panties on my knees, and my skirt still in place. I felt him removing my skirt, my panties with it. His tongue was without mercy. He traced a line right from my ankle, up to my knee and increased its pace as it reached my thigh. I moaned as his tongue filled my legs with saliva. He made tiny flicks on my thighs. As much as I would want to close my legs to buffer the sensation, I can’t. I wanted to pull his hair and shove his face to my cunt. Being helpless made me even wetter.
His tongue found the throbbing cave between my legs and started digging in. “Ooooooooh my...Ooooooooh” was all I was able to say. My sounds became more incoherent then, tiny pleas and begging that I cannot seem to stop. I tried to move my hips but this man is determined to torture me to the fullest. His tongue was torture. He started licking my outer pussy lips, slowly at first until I was moaning like crazy. Then the tip of his tongue found my clit. The contact made me want to explode. I felt ticklish and more and more aroused as his velvety tongue teased my flesh. He spread my nether lips wide and rubbed his tongue firmly and slowly, building a rhythm that made me almost mental. He went achingly slowly and I almost lifted myself off the chair from the wave of sensations that flooded in my body. “Damn you Flynn!”
He chuckled then and started to tongue fuck me. His tongue found my opening and went in, rubbing my sensitive spots as he did so. I was panting then, my breathing and heartbeat going wildly. As he tongue tortured me, he inserted a finger inside me. He pushed it gradually, all the way through. Then he pulled it out almost completely then pushed it again. I felt my thighs tremble and soon, he was pushing three fingers inside me. He increased the intensity of his caress, sending sparks to my entire being.
His mouth found my breasts and I felt absolutely helpless as he sucked on my nipples. Oh, wicked Flynn!
His mouth was warm and gentle, like a babe. My nipples were so hard and budded, begging him to suck even harder. No one has ever paid this much attention to my breasts before. I could really get used to this. If only I could hold his head and lock them there. His hands caressed my now naked body and I shivered as he kissed my armpits and licked them very slowly.
“Flynn, take the blindfold away. Please. I want to see you.”
He placed a fingertip on my lips in response. “Please, Flynn.” I begged.
“If you say so.” In a snap, my blindfold went to the floor.
He kissed me then, like a lover who hasn’t seen me for a long time. My mouth welcomed him once more, loving the fact that I can taste myself in his mouth. My tongue went wild and licked his face, desperate to take all of him, to taste all of him. He set me free and in an instant, my hands went all over him, too desperate for coupling.
He removed the rest of his clothes and we both came together in a heated frenzy. Mouth to mouth, body to body, we luxuriated in the feel of each other, our breaths getting lost as we become closer and closer. He led me to the small bed and made me lie down. He spread my legs really wide and ate me again, more thoroughly this time. His tongue made slow circles on my pussy and I pushed his head against me. I moaned and moaned and in seconds, I was trembling from an orgasm so fierce.
I felt him licking all my juices. “You’re delicious.” He whispered.
I rolled on top of him, determined to be the one on top this time. He was able to see through me and out me back on the bed. He went over me, looking deeply into my eyes as his knee moved my legs. I pulled his cock, which was still rigid and desperately led him to my pussy. I was practically begging for it but I didn’t care. I wanted him so badly.
I felt his thick hardness probing my entrance and I tensed in anticipation. I wanted to relax so much but I just can’t seem to. He must have sensed this and tried to distract me by kissing my neck. Then it happened. I felt him sliding inside me. He was pure silk----rigid silk and I can feel my muscles adjusting to let him all in. He was taking his time painfully slowly. It was awesome.
Feeling his cock inside was the most amazing thing ever. He moved it slowly in and out me and I moved my hips to meet him. “Faster, Flynn. Take me faster!”
He started increasing his pace, moving faster and faster until I was panting and breathless. I was on the verge of yet another orgasm but I cannot possibly stop now. I dug my nails onto his back, clamouring for him to go even faster. That he did and with his intensity, the bed springs started to creak.
I opened my legs even wider as he plunged into me. His hips bumped onto mine and I savoured every sensation that came with it. His rod filled me to perfection, his silkiness rubbing against my intimate folds. I moaned as he took me faster, his speed adding more pleasure. I bucked into him and my arms gripped him for support. We joined together in an ancient timeless rhythm and I haven’t known anything just like it.
He pinned my arms as he again increased his movements and soon I was spiralling to oblivion. “I’m coming Flynn!” Just like that I exploded, sending stars all over my eyes. “I’m coming Marge!” Flynn came inside me, spilling all his contents inside me. He sagged on top of me, both of us catching some air.
We cleaned up after that and went back to the movie. I took a moment to check on Bunny. She was sound asleep. Thank goodness. Mrs. Gray also called to check on us and said that they were having the best time ever. Kat also left a message that she’d stay over at a friend’s house. Probably a male friend. Ha!
It was past midnight but we are still awake. We went to the kitchen to get something cold to drink. As we sat on the table, my feet found their way on his crotch again. I raised both on his thighs and massaged him sensually using them. He started to raise his glass to his mouth but ended up putting it on the table instead. He gave me the liberty to touch him with my feet. After a while, he grabbed one foot
and started to massage it, going from toe to toe. His hands were pretty good. In fact, nobody had given me a foot massage before and this one feels really, really good.
I sighed as his hands went to the soles of my foot. I liked how sensually he touches me, carefully going through every nook and cranny my foot has. He dropped it, took my hand and practically dragged me upstairs. We went to his room and before we even close the door, we were on top of each other, grasping for air.
I licked his neck as I gripped the bulge between his legs. I was desperate to have him inside me again. I quickly removed his shirt and nibbled on his shoulders, liking how taut they are. He removed my shirt again and tugged on my bra and fastened one nipple in his mouth. I cried as he bit me a little then moaned so much as pleasure replaced pain.
I sighed at the intimacy of it all. I relaxed as he sucked me more intensely, feeling him all over my breast. His tongue is pure magic, wreaking havoc all throughout my body. “I have a confession to make. My heater is perfectly working. It’s not broke.”
I moan deep in my throat. “You mean you let me see you naked on purpose?” I asked in surprise.
He moved on to the other nipple. “Yeah. You can say that.”
“Wretch!” I feigned that I wanted to be free from his embrace but I failed miserably. “Hot wretch. We’ll talk later. Finish what you’ve started.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
He was getting better in removing my clothes because in seconds, I was again completely naked. I led him to the shower and kissed him there. “What are we doing here?” He asked.
“We’re taking a bath first. I’m all sweaty.”
He chuckled. “Come here.” He opened the shower and started kissing me as the water cascaded down my body. The pressure of the water plus the sensation of his kisses drove me to the edge. I reciprocated, kissing every inch of skin that is within my reach, feeling pleasured and out of breath at the same time. He reached for a washcloth and slathered citrus scented body wash all over my body. He started gently rubbing me with the cloth, making sure that I am soaped all over. When he reached my thighs, his movements started to become more sensual. He rubbed my thighs gently, allowing creamy foam to cover my skin. He left my pussy without any suds and as he kneeled down to rub the back of my knees, his tongue started playing with my cunt. I shivered instantly.
I spread my legs and he lifted his head to lick me even better. I was totally at the mercy of his tongue. He lifted me and raised both my legs on top of his shoulders. His hand was at my lower back for support. My moans echoed inside the bathroom. I was grasping for air as the water dripped all over my face. His tongue dug inside me, making fucking movements that made me want to scream with ecstasy.
He increased the flow of the water as he licked me even faster. He settled me back on the floor and rinsed all the soap suds he made. He took a bottle of shampoo and applied some on my hair. He massaged my scalp really well then rinsed me all over. After that, he dried me up real quick using a fresh towel and wrapped it all around my body. He carried me to his bed with my hair still dripping wet. He put me down and removed my towel. “On all fours, Marge.”
Realizing what he intended, I did a crouching position and offered my ass to him. He squeezed it eagerly and gave me a hard spank. I looked at him angrily. “What the hell was that for?”
“For messing up with Kat’s brother.” He said cockily. I couldn’t believe it. He sounded like he was gloating. He spanked me again. And just when I was starting to protest, I heard another smack and felt its intensity on my posterior. “Damn you Flynn! Stop it!” He spanked me again. I felt my face getting red and before I knew it, tears were falling down my face.
I sobbed really hard and went on the farthest side of the bed, propping a pillow in front of me as if for protection. “I never knew you were such as cry baby.” He boasted.
“I never knew Kat has a bastard of a brother!”
He raised his hand as if to hit me on the face and I recoiled and buried my face in my hands. He dragged me to the middle of the bed and looked at me. “You will do as I say, Marge. Everything.”
The Knot and a Not
Babysitters are a sore spot for me. I have two kids who need somebody to look after them when my husband and I are away. I have had three babysitters in the best and all of them were great. However, after hearing my friends’ stories about how their husbands are having a “party” with the babysitter whenever they are not home, I started feeling vicariously traumatized. I recently told my husband that JUST to be on the safe side, I think we are better off having a male baby sitter. Anyway, my kids are two boys----Trance and Ken.
My husband never argued with me about the matter. He is very understanding when it comes to most cases and for that, I am immensely grateful. After that conversation, we started placing ads for a male nanny. He was the one who conducted the interview since I was busy. What started out as 15 applicants boiled down to 1----Matt Edwards.
My husband said that he chose him because he seems really nice, has great experience, and he seems “kid friendly”. I trust my husband’s judgment on most things so I didn’t dig deeper about the nanny. As long as he does the job really well and that he treats my boys nicely, then we’re fine.
I was getting dressed for work when the door bell rang. My husband left a few minutes ago. Thinking he must have left something, I didn’t bother with a robe. I was wearing a rose coloured chemise with no bra and my underwear. I opened the door and instead of my husband, it was a very handsome young man who stood there.
“Yes?”
“Good morning. You must be Mrs. Cay. I’m Matt Edwards.”
“Hi Matt. Please come in.” Just then, his eyes went over my body and I realized that I was scantily dressed. “Please sit down. I’m just gonna grab a robe.” I went upstairs in a flash but I could have sworn that his gaze followed me all the way up. Truth be told, that added an extra oomph to my every step. It’s crazy, I know. I returned a second later, now wearing a robe. Perfect timing because the kids just woke up and I introduced them to Matt. They seem to like him from what I can see and so I proceeded to say a couple of reminders to him. After that, I went upstairs to fix myself for the day.
I don’t know why but I suddenly felt all giddy as I continued dressing up. I wore a mauve wrap around dress, donned my nude pumps, and sprayed my favourite Chanel Chance hair fragrance. I feel like a goddamn teenager but I don’t care. I swiped red gloss on my lips and made my way downstairs. I bid my boys goodbye and went to work. Still, I felt Matt’s gaze as I walked away.
I jokingly talked about this to a colleague. “No. Not your babysitter!”
“Why not?” I asked innocently.
“Stop acting like you don’t know.” She countered.
“Fine. So he looked at me in a very odd, lusty way but it doesn’t mean I’m gonna act on it. Stop being too prissy.”
“I’m not being prissy. I am trying to be the voice of reason.”
“Okay, Reese. I won’t mess up with him. Besides, I love Roy.”
“That’s great to hear Vicky.”
I looked at her and smiled. What does she know? Reese is a 35 year old virgin and still single. She does not appreciate the many complicated facets of relationships or marriage for that matter. Anyway, maybe it’s just hormones. I’ll get past this.
I went home around 6 pm, but I was still scheduled to do some office work at home. My husband is not yet home, probably still with the boys for some beers. I got out of my pumps and went to check out the kids, who are still in their rooms. I decided to make some chicken nuggets and mashed potatoes for dinner. Sounds fancy right, but yeah I can cook.
Dinner went smoothly and I must admit that I felt really great knowing that my kids loved the food. I must also admit that I felt even better when Matt Edwards complimented the dessert that I made for them. Oh simple joys. Every time our eyes come in contact, I cannot help but flush. This turned out to be one of the days that I wished I was still single. Damn.<
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There is something about the way he looks at me that excites me and frightens me at the same time. Although that’s a bit weird considering that he is so much younger than me. I cleaned up the dishes after dinner. At least that me gave me time to avoid him. However, the mundane task just made me think about him all the more. He went down to the kitchen again to get something to drink. My back automatically stiffened. Weird I know.
After my kitchen tasks, I went to my mini office downstairs to do some of my work. I started slowly, removing first all thoughts of the young man who has been bothering my mind practically all day. I was able to get back to my normal pace a few minutes later. I went through several emails and notices from my secretary.
Just then, the door swung open. It was Matt.
“Mrs. Cay...”
“Yes, Matt?”