by Tammy Goaren
“Oh fuck me harder daddy.” She moaned out as I felt her pussy walls tighten around my dick.
I pushed into her faster as her screams echoed around the room. Her body was thrusting up meeting each of my downward motions. She was a natural and was soon moving her hips around to make it even more enjoyable. I couldn’t hold back anymore and I unloaded my sperm deep into her passage.
“Oh daddy that was amazing.” She kissed me deeply. “I can’t wait for the next time.”
I knew that there would be more times to come, as many as I could set up. I was definitely going to talk to Marcie about her wishes to work outside of the home. Because I couldn’t keep taking off from work to fuck Molly, I needed more time than that.
STORY SIXTEEN
“Eunice! That limited pair of Gucci boots is for sale and are available now!” My sister, Julia Wilson, informed me with glee. “It is!? Where!” I sat next to her in an instant. “Look, it says right here!” She showed me her laptop, it was a Laxia post. Laxia was the nearest mall to our place and those Gucci boots had been a dream of mine ever since they came out. The style of it and its shades, I could just imagine the outfits that I’d wear with it already. ‘It would look so good that boys will definitely look at this sexy legs of mine.’ I thought with a cheeky grin. “How much is it sis?” I ask with excitement. I couldn’t wait to try it out immediately and go striding in the hallways of my school, showing it off to my friends and some of the hot guys. But definitely, I was mostly in it for the gorgeous style of the Gucci boots that I have been dying to get my hands onto. “It’s 500 dollars. Still aiming for it little sis?” she looks at me with a smirk. I groaned and drowned in self-pity. I don’t have that much money. I just bought myself a new pair of amazing shoes last week and now I only have some petty bucks. “Can you recommend me some work? Please.” I nudged my sister and her face turns sour. “No. Last time I recommended you to do a job. You ruined it within a day. I still remember how you broke that dozens of glass as a waitress downtown-” she started to scold but then I cut her off. “Stop, I don’t want to talk about that. Can’t you just suggest a safe job this time to your cute little eighteen year old sister?” My sister Julia sighed a very long sigh that I kept on smiling just to encourage her to share me her recommendations. She soon looks back at me and showed me a site for babysitting. My face twisted and I eyed her hardly if she really wanted me to take the work. She nodded and I read on then I gasp when I read that it was 50$ dollars per hour. I read on and then saw the picture of a handsome amazing daddy, carrying a sweet boy in his arms. I didn’t mind the face of the wife. My eyes were pasted to the face and body of the handsome husband and I couldn’t help but imagine how much of a good-kisser and a demon he might be in bed. His cold dark eyes and build was exhilarating to the eyes. I felt tingles and I unconsciously dirtied my panties, leaking down my thighs that I hurried to the bathroom!
“Eunice!? What’s wrong with you? Aren’t you going to take it? The offer sounds very nice!” Julia shouts from outside of the bathroom. I sluggishly fall to the floor and chew on my lips, shutting my eyes close as I tried to imagine the Gucci boots but then it changed to the profile of the sexy man. I licked my lips and let out a quick exhale of breath as the face of a complete total stranger had me squirming up and down and getting all of a bit tingly down in my pussy. This was a very bad crush with a crucial offer! “I’m taking that work!”
“Hello. You must be Eunice Wilson, Julia’s little sister?” A pretty lady smiles with elegance as she converses with me. I nodded politely and introduced myself then I realized that she was the lady of the house and the mother of the two year old boy that I was going to babysit for a day. She had a very nice body to boost and I really liked her character. No wonder she had such a wonderful man as a husband. “It’s very nice to know you ma’am.” I greeted, smiling back. “Oh dear, such a nice girl. To you as well dear.” She laughed and I was feeling a bit guilty for ever fantasizing about her hunk of a husband. We entered the house and Mrs. Torre showed me the rooms, materials and the equipments to use. Minutes later after touring the massive house, I was finally able to meet Chico, the cute two year-old boy and also Mr. Sean Torre. He was really on a different level with the hot guys that I hang out with at my university. I gulped. He carried Chico in his arms and he kissed Mrs. Torre sweetly. My heart ached for some reason but I ignored it and shoved the weird feelings away. “Pretty!” Chico shouts as he points at me and I smiled at him. He blushed and hid his face at the arms of Mr. Sean. I giggled and when Mr Sean’s gray eyes met mine and he gave me a dashing smirk, I felt my legs turning to jell-o and so mesmerized that I tried very hard to not get flustered. “It looks like he likes you Miss Eunice.” Hot. His voice was so sexy. Very-very sexy that with just those piercing eyes and a smile made me creaming deep down to my core and I could feel the liquids, sluggishly tainting down to my inner thighs. “I’m so glad to have you here. Chico is very picky and he hates being apart from us but I know you can handle him very well.” Mrs. Torre gave me a smile “Y…Yes ma’am. I will take good care of him, no need to worry.” I smacked my lips, pressing my thighs together as my nipples turns erect at the constant staring of Mr. Sean like he knows what great effect he has on me. I was never sure of it but I know Mr. Sean was really… a charming suave sex god.
“Well then I’ll be going, everything else that Chico needs will be instructed to you by my husband.” Mrs. Torre smiled sweetly at me, pecking on the lips of Mr. Torre as she slowly made her way towards the door and left us be. “You want to try holding him?” Mr. Torre’s raspy deep voice made me soil my panties, creaming myself up. I bit my lower lip while I moved close to him and tried to hold Chico. “Ummm of course,” I held out my arms to get Chico from him. Mr. Torre kisses Chico’s forehead and whispers something to him before he let me hold him. His arms brushed against mine, the touch of him felt electric and the scent of him was a total turn on. I imagine myself just smashing my lips on his instead of taking Chico from his arms as if I’m his wife or something. “Pretty…” Chico hugs me by the neck, the kid that looked like Mr. Torre was tons adorable! I hugged him as I look at Mr. Torre from head to toe. God, the sight of him was priceless. Those chiseled arms, six pack abs that were peeking through his white polo shirt, and the way his clothes accentuated his muscles from his torso down to the lower part of the body where his wood is. This hot husband of Mrs. Torre just keeps messing with my mind!
Chico holds my hand while touring me around his room. The Torre family was certainly very rich, that I wonder how Mrs. Torre even knew my sister, ‘Oh yeah, she baby-sit Chico before’ I thought to myself. “That’s twain woom!” I giggled, hearing Chico constantly trade in letter R for W when he speaks. “Yes, of course the Train Room!” I acknowledged him. Boy, was his room large. I got to say, his room was even bigger than our kitchen and had at least too many toys. I imagined how Mr. and Mrs. Torre’s room looks like, the place might be an amazing spot for doing ‘that’. I daydreamed about Mr. Torre, rubbing his hands all over my body while Chico dragged me around. I looked at Chico. “Where’s daddy’s room?...” I leaned down to asked him as he thought for a minute then dragged me to somewhere, in a few moments I found myself entering a room with dim lighting. The room had the scent of roses, I looked around and found a large bed at the center of the room, the sheets were a dark shade of red, complimenting the large carpet of the room, I could hear the sound of the shower in the background but I was far too busy looking around the fancy room. “Daddy! Daddy!” Chico started shouting out for his dad. he did definitely bring me to his father’s bedroom and I snapped out of the trance that I was having and tried to calm him down. “N-No, don’t call Daddy, I’m here” I tried to tell him but the cute little two-year old kept calling out for his father. “What’s going on here?” I heard Mr. Torre’s voice from behind me while I was talking to Chico. Chico ran with glee to him as fast as his little legs could carry him and I lookd back to see a Mr. Torre who was just fresh out from
the shower, with a towel wrapped around his waist. His body was fucking hot that I couldn’t help but stare and smack my lips. “I.. uhh.. We, we were playing.. and umm, yeah” I stammered, I couldn’t pull myself together, Mr. Torre looked very fuckable at the moment. I could feel my nipples erecting again, while I stared at him. Chico hugs at his legs as he picks him up and looks at me. “Pretty, want see daddy!” Chico spoke out to Mr. Torre and hugs at his neck while clinging to him. I could get the feeling of his child, why, if I was Chico I’d cling on this hot man forever.
“What’s the matter Eunice?” Mr. Torre spoke to me. I was at a loss for words, still staring at his perfect body. He smiled devilishly while looking at me being dumbfounded. I looked down, all flustered. “I’ll be right outside!” I squeaked, leaving the room in embarrassment. Hours later, the embarrassing moment had passed and I had just put Chico to sleep, I made my way to the kitchen to look at their fridge and get something to eat. Mrs. Torre did tell me to help myself to the food in the house. I opened the fridge and helped myself to some peanut butter cups, I closed the fridge and found a note at the top corner of the fridge. It was from Mrs. Torre, it said that she won’t be home for the night. I fixed all of my stuff and was about to leave the house when I passed by Mr. Torre who was sleeping on the couch. He was topless, only wearing a pair of black pajamas while he was eased deep into sleep on the couch. I dropped my bag to the floor silently and walked to him. He seemed so vulnerable that I couldn’t help but lean down and try to kiss his lips. I brushed my hair over my ear and was about to kiss his lips when he suddenly opened his eyes and startled me that I tried stand back up straightly and lost my balance, tumbling over I fell on my bottom. My legs spread apart as I held my head, looking at Mr. Torre as he stood up and looked at me with his dark eyes. “What were you trying to do?” My lips quivered as he asked me, I was unable to come up with any excuse at all. Mr. Torre walked towards me and grabbed my wrist, “w-wait” I uttered but he threw me to the couch and got on top of me. “You’ve been giving me dirty looks all day Eunice, you thought I don’t know what you’ve been up to?” he whispered while his face was close to my neck. He was getting so close to me that I could feel his breath against my skin. My heart was beating so fast while he held my hands over my head. “Mr. …Torre..” I squirmed and tried to get away from him but he was gripping my wrists tightly. I looked at him while he smirked at me. “What’s the matter? I thought you wanted this?” He took one of my hands and placed it on his crotch. I breathed heavily, his presence was too much to take in at once. I began stroking his crotch, feeling something getting hard underneath it. I looked down to see something bulging from his pants. Mr. Torre growled lowly, as he raised my shirt up, exposing the brassiere that I was wearing. “You have a beautiful body Eunice….” He whispered as he pushed my bra upwards which made it let out my boobs. I gasped as he started tugging on my nipples, tweaking them until they turn erect. “My… Such dirty thoughts, you’ve been thinking…” He whispered again, licking at the side of my neck, slowly kissing it as he lowers his head down to suck at my chest. “Mmmm…Yes…” I moaned in pleasure as he sucked on my nipple, his tongue teasing it intensely while biting on it lightly. I faced upwards from him, sucking on me. I held his head close to my chest while stroking at his bulging cock. “Oh,? What do we have here?” Mr Torre ripped my skirt off and touched the middle part of my panties. I was already wet from him teasing my nipples that when his hand touched my pussy, I couldn’t help but yearn for him more. He slowly took off my panties and let it dangle on one of my legs while he caressed and tickled my clit. I kept moaning louder, he smashed his lips against mine and pulled away biting my lower lip gently. “Sshhh, Chico is sleeping…” he hushed me, asking me to be more quiet while he slowly inserted his fingers inside my pussy and started fingering me roughly.. “Ahh… hmmn..” I covered my mouth, trying to lower my lewd moans. My mind was taken over by lust, letting Mr. Torre rock my core as he continued finger fucking me roughly. “I…I’m cumming!” I moaned out, having an intense orgasm from just his fingers. I came all of a sudden, squirting some cum on his hands. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them, I got lost in the point of bliss when he sat up slightly and took his huge hard cock out of his boxers, stroking it in front of me while leaning back down again. “You need to please me now,” he licked at inner part of my ear which made me squirm while he poked the tip of his dick in my pussy, teasing it to make me moan more. “Please fuck me…hnngh..” I managed to say between moans while he teased my wet and moist pussy. “Well if you ask for it that badly then…” He thrust his dick inside my pussy which made me scream in a moan. I wrapped my hands around him and clutched at his back. “hnnghh.. so tight…” he grunted, moaning while he slowly stroked his dick in and out of my pussy. “Ahh…yes…” I bit on my thumb, feeling the throbbing of his cock inside my pussy while he fucked me. “Fuck… you’re so good…” I kept on moaning as he pounded my pussy more and more, “You like it huh?..hngh..” Mr. Torre whispered, his grunts getting louder and louder as he got rough with me. “Y..Yeah.. ahhnm…keep going,” I urged him to continue. Mr Torre suddenly picked me up and made me sat on his lap while he was fucking me. “Bad girl” he spanks my ass, while he made me move in his lap, riding his huge pulsating cock. “ ahh…” I moan as he slaps my ass more, making me quiver from ecstasy. Mr. Torre squeezed my breast while we were fucking on the couch, pulling on my nipples harshly and flicking them, making my pussy leak out more slippery fluids. My back arches as he kept teasing and tugging on my chest, feeling his dick messing up the insides of my pussy. I found myself climaxing, spilling out love juices on his cock while he continued to prolong fucking me. “P…Please cum inside my wet pussy! ..ahh.. ah..I.. I can’t take it anymore!” I stutter and moan altogether. Mr. Torre pushed me down to push the rest of his cock deep into my pussy. “I’m cumming,.!” He grunted, as he came inside deeply in my pussy. I could feel the tip of his huge cock kissing on my womb as I leaned on to him, heaving breathily. “I suppose you finished up your work pretty well…” Mr. Torre smirked at me devilishly, spanking my ass while I leaned on his muscular broad chest, pressing my breasts onto his body. “I hope..to serve you more in the making…” I said, at a loss for words at the moment. “I think we’ll need to have you around for Chico…” Mr. Torre chuckled grimly while slowly taking his cock out of my pussy.
I walked towards the marbled pavement on the street, heading towards the Torre’s household. I happened to currently work as a regular baby sitter there. I felt good walking around in my Gucci boots, they were the limited edition that were sold in the Laxia mall, uptown. I was wearing a sexy low cut top, a mini-skirt, and a pair of naughty black thongs underneath it. Minutes after, I arrived at the Torre residence and rang the bell to the almost mansion-like house. “Oh, Eunice, dear girl, come right in.” I got greeted at the door kindly by Mrs. Torres and was led in to follow her in their elegant kitchen. “Where’s Chico?” I asked her while smiling sweetly. “Oh he’s upstairs playing with his father.” She told me while pouring a cup of tea for herself, she was charming as usual. “I see,” I set my bag down to the kitchen counter while I watched her sip on her tea. “Do treat the house as your own, we’ve taken quite a liking to you darling” she spoke gently. “Yes, of course, thank you” I nodded my head at her. “We’ll I must be going now, I have something to attend to, Have fun here, alright darling?” She slowly headed towards the main door of the house, while I escorted her out. “I will…” I waved at her as she walked away from the house, smirking to myself while slowly closing the door
STORY SEVENTEEN
Chapter 1
Standing outside the hotel room door, I stare at the gold lettering that reads Room 238. It’s not my idea to be here. My husband, Coach Kevin Hartford, begged and pleaded with me to seduce the star player of our rival football team. This was the fourth year in a row we’d squared off with Northern State College and my Kevin was determined to finally decimate them.
That’s how he hatched this plan. “Come on, Camila, my Cami Baby,” he had whispered into my ear, his finger teasing my nipple. “I need you to work your magic. Drain his energy tonight so he doesn’t have any for tomorrow. The team is counting on you…”
Truth be told I didn’t care that much about the team. I’d seen NSC’s star player though. Number 7. He was a tall, hunky young man, with a shock of dark, messy hair and deep, soulful eyes that sent shivers down my spine whenever he glanced my way. I made Kevin practically beg, but my answer had always been yes. I’m not crazy. I’m almost thirty and married, I know to jump on an opportunity like this, the opportunity to fuck some young stud and not have to worry about cheating. It’s not cheating with permission. I smile and finally knock on the door.
It doesn’t take him long to answer, but I stand there fidgeting until I hear the lock flip over. The second the door opens I let my best grin slide onto my features, letting my eyes wander over his muscle bound physique without shame. I may be almost thirty, but I know I’m hot and irresistible. “Hey Johnny,” I purr, forcing my way inside and quickly shutting the door behind us. “I caught the way you were looking at me during check in…”
He eyes me warily as I kick off my shoes. “Mrs. Hartford, what are you doing here?” There’s emphasis on the Mrs., as though he’s reminding me of my marital status. How cute.
“You can call me Cami,” I correct him, leering at him again. I close the distance between us, leaning toward him so that he has a perfect view down the front of my skimpy black dress. “Isn’t it obvious, Johnny,” I let my tits brush against his rock hard torso, “I’m here to fuck you.”