“I was just checking on Taylor and Charlie,” I said, trying to keep my cool. “They’re both sound asleep.”
“See, that’s why I keep hiring you, Anniston. You’re so thoughtful and caring. You’re going to make a great mom someday…”
That comment, so pregnant with possibilities, gave me the warm tinglies all over and made my belly smile. And I totally forgot about my stupid phone.
-Three-
Flash forward to the present, and I’m about three seconds away from having a heart attack.
My phone. My mother fucking phone.
It’s lying on Darren’s bed. In the middle of his messed up sheets. And it’s filled to the brim with pictures of my tits and a video of me masturbating and begging to be filled with cum.
And I said “Daddy” too.
This is so not good.
Before I have a chance to even think the whole situation through, my feet are running on autopilot, carrying me back to Darren’s house. When I get there, I can see that the television is on in the living room. That’s a good sign. With any luck, he hasn’t gone upstairs yet.
But what am I gonna do?
I can’t just ring the doorbell and ask for my phone back. If I do that, he’s going to find out one way or another that I left my phone in his bedroom. On his bed. That’s going to raise all kinds of questions. Questions that I won’t be able to easily talk my way out of.
As much as I hate it, there’s only one thing I can do to get out of this pickle.
I’ve gotta sneak inside and get my phone.
A quick glance around the neighborhood reassures me that the coast is clear, so I head around to the back yard. It’s dark back there and I fumble around a bit. I nearly bust my ass when I trip on one of the boys’ tricycles. At last, I reach the back door.
The key is right where it’s supposed to be, hidden under a potted geranium on the back step. I pick it up, and ever so quietly unlock the back door.
Going super slowly, so as not to creak the door, I slip into the darkened kitchen like a burglar and carefully shut the door behind me.
My heart is hammering in my chest now. My skin feels absolutely electric with tension. I take a slow silent breath, and then silently exhale, trying to calm my frazzled nerves.
What the heck is wrong with me. First I diddle myself on my Daddy’s friend’s bed, and now I’m breaking and entering.
I slip off my shoes and set them by the door. Then, quiet as a little kitty cat, I sneak across the kitchen and timidly peek out into the front hall. I can see the living room from there, and although I can’t see Darren, I guess he’s lying on the sofa because the TV is still on, lighting up the room with a minty glow. Just my luck too because the noise from the TV completely masks the sound of my socked feet.
One wrong move though, and I could be totally busted. If Darren decided to get up and go to the kitchen right now, I’d be in deep poop.
But so far I’m good. He hasn’t come out of the living room yet. As quickly as I can without making any noise, I tiptoe up the stairs, feeling like a little kid sneaking cookies in the middle of the night.
Once I make it to the upstairs hallway, I breathe a little sigh of relief. I’m almost there. Of course, I’ll still have to sneak back out too, but I’m going to feel a lot better once I have my phone back in my possession.
Shoot, I left the bedroom light on too. Gosh, that probably would have looked suspicious to Darren in and of itself. Thank goodness I made it back here before he saw.
But as I slip back into the bedroom, my heart clenches and I wince a little. Everything in the room is just as I left it. Everything, that is, except my phone. It’s nowhere to be seen. I could have sworn I left it lying right there on the bed. Maybe it slipped off onto the floor when I leapt off the bed when Darren got home?
Trying my best not to make any noise, I crawl across the bed and peek over the far edge. Nope, the phone’s not there.
As I walk myself back across the mattress, my foot bumps the nightstand. I have one of those stomach-in-my-throat moments as I look back over my shoulder and see the lamp teetering. It’s going over, and it’s gonna smash if it hits the floor.
In an amazing feat of agility that I’m sure I can never repeat again in my life, I dive backward off the mattress and make a catch that would make any wide receiver jealous. However, in doing so, my body makes a rather noisy bump on the floor.
Before I even have a chance to worry if Darren heard me, the door to the en suite bathroom flies open. It’s Darren. He wasn’t downstairs at all. He was in the bathroom the whole time. Now he’s running out in an awkward shuffling gait because his pants and boxers are around his ankles.
“Anniston?”
The bad news is that I’m busted.
The good news is that I’ve found my phone.
Darren is holding it in his left hand. His other hand, his right, is trying desperately to cover his naked cock. It takes my addled brain a moment to realize why he’s having such trouble doing that.
His cock is hard.
Like, all the way hard.
-Four-
“Darren!” I gasp in surprise.
I’m lying on his bedroom floor, the fallen lamp clutched in my arms, and I’m looking upside down at my employer and my Daddy’s best friend’s enormous erection.
Embarrassed, Darren turns around, giving me a perfect view of his incredible, totally squeezable butt, and a hot pulse of desire rushes through my body again at this most inopportune of moments.
He pulls a towel from the rack on the door and wraps it around his waist while stepping out of his fallen pants and underwear.
“Anniston, what are you doing here?” he asks, as he turns back around. He’s fully covered now, and I feel a tiny twinge of disappointment that I didn’t get a better look at that magnificent pole between his legs. “How did you get in?”
I get up and set the lamp back onto the stand.
“I’m sorry,” I say in a trembling voice. “I forgot my phone and I—”
That’s when I hear it. It’s ever so faint because the volume is turned down low, but it’s my voice speaking from the phone.
“Fuck me,” the needy voice whimpers. “Come inside me.”
Darren’s eyes go wide, and he frantically tries to stop the video, nearly dropping his towel in the process. He manages to get it turned off, but not before my voice says that one final incriminating phrase:
“Come inside me, Daddy.”
I don’t know who is blushing more at this point, him or me. He hands me back the phone, and I’m literally on the verge of sprinting out of his house in embarrassment when Darren catches my arm in a firm grip.
“Anniston, wait.”
“I should go,” I whisper, feeling absolutely mortified by what he has seen.
“Sit,” Darren says.
His voice is stern, and it rumbles through my body, practically forcing my muscles to obey. I sit my little tushy down on the edge of the bed. Darren sits down beside me. He looks kinda funny because he still has his dress shirt on, but he has the towel wrapped around his waist like a kilt.
He also looks sexy beyond belief.
“How did you get back in?” he asks, more quizzical than angry.
“The key under the flower pot,” I say. “Remember, you showed me where it was a long time ago in case I ever got locked out.”
He nods. The air is heavy with awkward silence. Then Darren breaks it.
“Anniston, that video. You—”
“Please,” I blurt. “I can explain. It isn’t what it looks like, it…”
My voice trails off. What am I talking about? It’s exactly what it looks like. I fingered myself in my Daddy’s friend’s bed. There’s really no way to spin it. Feeling trapped, I try to turn it around on Darren.
“Why were you looking at my phone, anyway?”
My strategy doesn’t work. Darren isn’t thrown off at all.
“I was wondering why you hadn’t tex
ted to say you were home yet, so I sent you a message to see if you were okay. As soon as I did that, I heard a ding up here. I came to check, and sure enough, here was your phone.”
I huff, trying my best to be annoyed, even though I know I’m totally busted.
“Well, that didn’t give you a right to look through my phone.”
“No,” Darren acknowledges, “But I saw you had some messages from a boy. Bobby? He said some pretty nasty things, Anniston.”
I look at my phone, and Darren is right. After I didn’t text him back, Bobby got increasingly impatient and wrote some pretty rotten things that I would rather not repeat. Well, the hell with that guy.
And to think, I had planned on giving my virginity to that jerk.
“Look, Anniston, I know you’re not a kid anymore,” Darren says, placing his hand on my shoulder, “but I don’t want to see you get hurt. You deserve better than an asshole like that. Pardon my French.”
I really can’t disagree with Darren about that. I don’t want to have anything to do with Bobby anymore.
“More important, you need to be careful about sending out pictures and videos of yourself, Anniston. If that stuff ends up online, you can’t take it back.”
“I know, Darren,” I blurt. “I didn’t even send those pictures after I took them. Oh God, you probably think I’m a huge slut.”
I hide my blushing face in my hands. Darren’s hand brushes my hair back and smooths my shoulder.
“Nonsense, Anniston. I would never think that about you. I understand that being young is tricky, especially when it comes to the opposite sex. You might find this hard to believe, but I was young once too.”
He pulls my hands away from my face and smiles to let me know it’s really okay.
“I bet you were a real stud muffin back then,” I tease him. In fact, I know he was from all the stories I’ve heard.
“Anniston!” he laughs.
I sigh and kick my feet, which are hanging off the edge of the bed.
“It’s just that I’m so inexperienced, Darren. I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but…I’ve never done that with a guy.”
Darren lets out a loud and rather startling exhale, and it seems as if a massive, invisible weight has been lifted from his shoulders.
“You mean, that that?”
I nod sheepishly.
“In fact, I haven’t really gone very far with boys at all, Darren. All I’ve really done is kissing. But I’m worried that I’m not even very good at that.”
He plucks a stray lock of hair from my cheek.
“I doubt you have anything to worry about,” he says. His voice sounds different now—hoarse and raspy.
I nod, blushing a little, but also enjoying the nervous storm of butterflies swirling in my tummy. My eyes wander down to his lap, and I see that the terry cloth towel is still majorly tented with his enormous erection. It hasn’t gone down one bit since we’ve been sitting here talking. In fact, if anything, it’s gotten bigger.
He’s still hard as all get out, and it’s from watching my movie.
Both of our cats are out of the bag, so to speak, and I’m thinking it’s time for them to play with each other.
“Darren,” I say in my best little angel voice, “maybe you and me can try kissing, and you can tell me if I’m doing it right.”
“Anniston,” he gasps. “We can’t do that. Just think if your Daddy found out…”
“Daddy doesn’t need to know,” I whisper. “And we’ll only do it this once. Besides, you can’t trust these inexperienced college boys to teach me the right way, can you?”
I knew I could convince him if I just appealed to his possessive side. Maybe that’s not playing fair, but I just don’t care right now.
Darren touches my face. His thumb caresses my bottom lip. My eyelids flutter weakly. Darren leans close until our lips are almost touching. There’s an electric tingle in the millimeter of air between our lips. Then our mouths join, and I lose myself in a kiss that erases everything else.
My lips buck open, letting Darren’s tongue inside to explore. My tongue rises to meet his, and they writhe together wetly.
All of a sudden, my fingers seem to have a life of their own. They tiptoe along Darren’s towel-covered thigh and touch the jutting tower of terry cloth, feeling the thick, hard shaft underneath.
“Anniston,” he exhales against my lips. “That wasn’t part of the deal. We agreed we were just going to practice your kissing.”
My voice comes out as the brattiest little whine, but this time I’m not play-acting.
“Can’t I just see it, Darren?” I beg him. “Just one little peek? I’ve never seen one before.”
That’s basically true. I mean, sure, I’ve seen them in dirty movies and stuff like that, but I’ve never seen a man’s penis in real life until just a few minutes ago when Darren burst out of the bathroom.
Darren plucks my hand away from the bulge under his towel, but he cocks me a flirty smile too.
“Okay, but just one little peek and that’s all, got it?”
“Promise!” I practically squeal, hardly able to contain my excitement. Then I remember the boys are sleeping and we definitely don’t want to wake them up. In fact, Darren even gets up and shuts the bedroom door before coming back to stand in front of me.
“Remember, just one peek, and then you’ve gotta go.”
I nod and nervously bite my lip in anticipation.
Darren unfolds the towel and pulls it away, and his long, thick cock bounces free. The glistening, pink bulb of his head bobs in front of my face where I’m sitting on the bed. He is still wearing his dress shirt, and the shaft is jutting out between his loose shirttails. I want to get a really good look at the whole enchilada, so I gingerly pinch the corners of his shirttails and lift them away from the base of his dick.
“Hey, what are you doing?” he gasps.
“I just want to get a really good look,” I tell him. I know my eyes are wide with awe and I have to be careful to keep from drooling.
His dick is absolutely enormous. God, no wonder the ladies like Darren. I mean, he’s handsome as a mug and a super nice man to boot. But holy hell this cock is off the charts.
The base of it emerges from a well-groomed thatch of salt-and-pepper pubic hair. The shaft is long and thick and ribbed with winding veins that I swear are pulsing slightly with Darren’s heartbeat. And the head, oh my goodness, is the loveliest rosy pink color. I swear it looks just like a yummy lollipop.
Unable to help myself, I touch his shaft.
“Anniston!” he hisses, but he doesn’t cover up. “This is not what we agreed upon, young lady.”
But it just feels too amazing to stop. I’ve never touched anything quite like this in my life. It is both hard and supple at the same time. And hot too! It feels like a warm, polished stone wrapped in the most exquisite layer of soft, smooth satin.
I wrap my fingers around it and give it one quick pump.
“Oh my gosh!” I giggle, delighting in the way that the skin shifts and stretches over the hard inner core.”
“Anniston, I’m warning you…”
But Darren’s voice is losing its stern edge. I think I’m starting to win him over. This is my first time seeing a cock, much less touching one, so I’m pretty much clueless, but the raw throaty sound that is creeping into Darren’s voice suggests he likes what I’m doing.
Slowly I test and tease every inch of his magnificent member. There’s this cute little V shape on the underside, where his head meets his shaft. When I run my thumb over that part, Darren groans, and a little bead of clear fluid squeezes out of his slit.
“Darren,” I gasp in amazement. “What is that?”
“It’s precum,” he groans, “Look, Anniston, we really…”
“Precum?” I giggle.
I’ve heard of cum of course. I’m not that clueless, but I didn’t realize there was an appetizer too. I swipe the slightly sticky fluid with my thumb and pop i
t into my mouth.
“Holy crap, that's super salty,” I laugh as I wince a little.
It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever tasted—an intensely salty flavor that seems to just soak into my tongue like a sponge.
Fuck. That was intense. But I think I kinda like it, and I definitely want to try more.
“Anniston! What are you doing?” Darren gasps as I lean forward and give him a little lick.
Another tear of precum wells, and I kiss it away.
“I’m serious now, Anniston. If your Daddy—”
Darren seems to lose his train of thought as my tongue swirls around his plump, round cockhead. I suck the tip into my mouth and flick my tongue on his slit, trying to get more of the salty fluid out of him.
“Oh fuck,” he groans above me. “Fuck that feels…”
The towel drops to the floor, and Darren’s hands move to my head. His fingers wrap around my pigtails like handles, and he begins coaxing my head forward.
“That’s it,” he sighs, “Just like that, baby. Just like—Oh watch your teeth…”
I round my lips over my teeth and press the wet pad of my tongue against his underside, trying to keep everything nice and soft for his hard but sensitive cock. His hands continue to guide me forward, not rushing me but simply coaching and encouraging me to take more and more.
“Do you like that?” he says, petting me. “Do you like having a big, hard cock in your mouth.”
“Mm-hm” I moan around the dick that is filling my mouth.
And it’s true too. I do like it. In fact, I love the way it feels. Darren’s penis his hard and smooth and warm inside me. But even more than that, I love the feeling of giving pleasure to my handsome and protective older man.
With each bobbing motion of my head, I take him deeper and deeper, until his blunt head is beginning to poke the back of my throat, making me gag.
I quickly draw back, pulling my mouth off Darren’s length with a wet slurp, gasping for air.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Darren says. “Easy. You just need to relax your throat and take it slow.”
Determined, I dive back in to suck his cock even deeper, but I go slow, just like Darren said. I feel myself starting to gag again, but I don’t panic this time. Instead, I just allow myself to relax completely, throat and all. I let Darren take control, and he starts fucking my mouth, swiveling his pelvis to work his cock deep into my throat.
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