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The Sitter

By: sub-alan



The following story was a request by a reader to be written in as a character in one of my stories. So here it is Paul, hope you like it.

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My wife and I were going out for the evening and asked our neighbor, Paul, to baby-sit. Marny said she was driving so I sat in the passenger seat and settled in for a nice ride.

Marny looked younger than her actual age, she was thirty eight but looked twenty nine, her body is as firm as ever due to a rigorous exercise program, and strict eating habits.

Like I said, she's thirty eight, she's five feet seven inches tall, long jet black hair that falls to her gorgeous firm ass. Her tits are firm, full globes size thirty six c. 

We arrived at the restaurant at 7:00, had a nice dinner with plenty of sexy talk and were enjoying after dinner drinks when Marny dropped this bombshell on me. "So Dalan, do you like lingerie?"

"Of course I do Marny, I love seeing you dressed sexy."

" No sweety, I mean, do you like to wear it? "

I sat there in shock, how could she have found my stash of sexy undies.

My fetish was discovered, but how? I had stashed them in a suitcase that we hadn't used in years in the attic. My stash was hidden because I had "liberated" it all from the neighbors. 

The first time was about six months ago, our next door neighbor was on vacation and asked us to look after her house, so I went over key in hand to open the blinds and pick up the mail etc. When I went inside I had a look around to make sure everything was secure, I checked the bed room and saw a pair of her soiled panties laying on the floor. I picked them up and started to the laundry hamper. I got the urge to smell them, it was overpowering and before I knew it I was holding them up to my nose and inhaling the smell of her pussy. Sweet and musky, my cock stiffened and pulsed in my pants, I dropped my pants right there and in about twenty seconds deposited a load of cum onto her stain, I rubbed it in with my cum soaked fingers and then licked my cum and her stain if off them.

So my fetish began there and has escalated to the point that many of the good looking ladies around the neighborhood have become donors to my collection.

When no-one's home, I walk over, ring the doorbell and then check the door, if it was open I'd go inside.

My heart would start to race about twenty feet from the door, and as soon as I turned the knob my cock starts to stiffen, I undress inside the door and stroke my throbbing cock, while I seek a new prize. 

I always smell them, jerk off and shoot a load of cum into them and then lick it up, savoring the taste of our mingled juices, I then wear them for the rest of the day, and add them to my collection.

I always waited until no one was home to dress up in silky teddies, lace panties, garter and stockings, and spiked heels. Then do chores around the house.

How had she found out?

Since I was caught I decided to tell her the truth. 

"Actually I do like to wear lingerie, I like how it feels," I admitted.

"So You've been wearing my Lingerie?"

" No honey," I paused, my face reddening, " I have my own."

"You have your own?"

"Yes. I do, I've never touched yours, honest. I thought that you had found it, that's why I admitted it."

"Well I haven't found yours, but someone's been wearing mine, but who?"

Her face dawned in realization, "I know who! I know who it is, and now it's time to catch him in the act."

"Him?" I asked. "Yes, Him! Hurry up and finish your drink, we're going to the mall..." On the way, Marny asked what size I was, "small fits nice." I said.

At the mall we went to a lingerie store, Marny bought a deep blue teddy with matching panties, Garter and fishnet stockings. 

Then to a shoe store where she bought a pair of six inch spike heels. 

Then Finally a pet store where she bought two leather dog collars with studs and leashes to match. 

On the drive home it was now nine-thirty and dark. Marny pulled into a rest stop, handed me the bag of lingerie and said "get out and change."

"But.." I started to protest but she stopped me. "Do it now and I'll make sure you enjoy it, refuse and I'll make sure you regret it! Do you understand?" 

She had her don't fuck with me, look on her face. So I answered "Yes I do."

I got out of the car and started to undress, " Oh no you don't go to the front of the car into the light!" I pleaded with my eyes, but she insisted. " do it NOW!" I moved to the front of the car and with the high beams shining on me started to undress. "Take everything off first!" she ordered. I removed all of my clothes standing naked in front of the car my cock stirred then stiffened and pointed at the sky. I slipped on the teddy, and my cock got harder, the garter was next, and my cock was leaking and throbbing, I reached down to stroke it when Marny yelled from the car "No, Don't touch unless I say so! Stockings and shoes next please." I did as I was told and had one stocking on and the other half way when a car pulled in. 

A man about my age got out and looked at me, half dressed in women's under clothes with a raging hard on, without saying anything he took out a camera and took a bunch of pictures of me. He looked in the car at Marny and asked, "Does he belong to you?"

"Why Yes, as a matter of fact he does." She Replied. "Does he suck cock", he asked. "Why Yes, as a matter of fact he does." She Replied. "Oh good, do you mind?"

"Not at all, help yourself." I looked in disbelief at her, I had never even touched another man's cock. She just glared back at me.

And with that he moved in front of me and dropped his pants. His cock was six and a half inches long and hard as a steel pole, I got down on my knees, and started to suck it, at first I was a little nervous never having sucked a cock, but I started to enjoy the feel of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. Wrapping my hand around the shaft and jerking him off like Marny did to me, and squeezing his balls with the other, he didn't last long. After a few minutes I was just starting to enjoy it when he moaned "Oh Yeah, here you go boy!" and with that he shot his load into my mouth, I swallowed most of it, and sucked him til he was dry. He pulled his pants up, said thanks and left.

"Finish dressing you slut!" Marny said from the car. I rolled on the other stocking, put on my new panties and shoes, then got back in the car.

"Did you enjoy that?" Marny asked me. "Yes I loved it, his cum tasted good, better than I thought. I felt so sexy in this outfit, I wanted him to last all night!"

"Oh don't worry, you'll get more!" Marny put one of the collars on me and attached a leash. She pulled up down the street from our house and shut the car off, "Look our Bedroom light is on. Let's go." 

She got out and walked around to my side of the car, opened the door and took my leash, leading me down the sidewalk in lingerie and heels. We went around to the side door that enters the garage, opened it slowly so she didn't make any noise and stepped inside pulling me in behind her. The stereo was playing fairly loud so we couldn't be heard, we entered the kitchen, no one was there so we checked the rest of the first floor, no-one was downstairs. Marny sat me down in the living room and told me to stay there while she checked the rest of the house.

Our bedroom was the last room, Marny swung the door open and there was Paul, in a garter, silk chemise and stockings, and her silk panties at his nose.

"Hello Paul!" Paul froze on the spot."

"So you like my underthings do you? Come with me NOW!" She snapped the other collar and leash on him and lead him downstairs to the living room. She turned him to face her, reached out and stroked his cock, which had shrunk slightly after being caught in her underwear, she stroked him to full hardness, then said, "On your knees Paul." He went down to his knees and looked at me, a realization dawning across his face. Marny grabbed my leash and stood me up. "Does he look good Paul?"

"Yes Mrs.Jones"

" do you want to suck his cock Paul?"

"I don't know I've nev..."

"I said do you want to suck it or not!"

"Yes, I want to suck it."

" well then go ahead, but don't make him cum to soon, understand?" Paul nodded as he took my cock into his mouth. I just stood there enjoying it, this young man was a good cock sucker, maybe even the best I'd had up til now. "Now you two boys have fun I'll be right back." 

Marny went upstairs and returned a short while later, with a video camera on a tripod and a strap-on cock that was huge, ten inches long at least. 

I looked at her with my mouth hanging open, "for later" she said.

She turned on the camera and told me to kneel down and suck Paul's cock, while she made Paul suck hers Paul's cock was seven and a half inches long and very very hard. I licked the precum off the head, savored the taste the took it all in my mouth, burying my nose in his pubic hair, he moaned from around the shaft of marny's big plastic cock and started pumping his load down my throat, I sucked it all back and loved the taste of him, sucking him til he was dry. Marny jerked him to his feet, and spanked him for cumming." I didn't tell you to cum did I?"

"No ma'am" Paul answered. "Well then you will pay for that, Paul"

Reaching behind her back she pulled out a tube of K-Y Jelly, "Down on all fours!" Paul dropped to his hands and knees, she tore a hole in the back of the panties Paul was wearing and smeared his ass with lube." Ever been fucked up the ass Paul?"

"NO" he answered. "Well there's a first time for everything isn't there?" Paul just closed his eyes. "Come over here Darling" Marny pulled me to her with the leash, "On your knees!" I got down on my knees. " Fuck his ass, fuck it good and hard!" I slipped in between Paul's legs my cock was rock hard, Marny grabbed it and pushed it against Paul's ass, she put her knee against my ass and pushed hard burying my cock in Paul's ass with one stroke, Paul cried out I had to wait for him to relax, his ass was so tight, I couldn't move, I had fucked Marny's ass before but I had never fucked another guy, and here I was fucking our young male baby-sitter, and more amazing I was liking it. I felt Paul relax and I started to move out, then in, slowly at first, then faster, and faster til I was pounding my Eight inches into his ass our balls slapping together I was almost ready to cum, I looked up at marny, " Yes honey fill up his virgin ass with your hot cum!" she reached behind me and squeezed my balls hard, I exploded into Paul's ass, cumming deep inside him, Paul started to cum at the same time pumping strings of sticky cum onto the floor. After a short recovery I pulled out of him exhausted. Paul and I shared Marny's pussy for the rest of the night, fucking and sucking til the wee hours of the morning.

Marny let Paul go home after that, but he still cums over regularly for a good ass fucking and a blowjob, we've become quite attached to him.

The Sitter



© 2006 by Mike Yevchekov All rights reserved. No part may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic means, including photocopying, recording or by any information and retrieval system, without the written permission of the author. 

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Start:

I love my wife Shannon, who happens to be my best friend. We have an almost perfect life that has taken some time for us to build. Shannon was introduced to me by a friend in high school. We dated a few times, but nothing special. Then, one night at a college party, we kind of hooked up and have been together ever since.

Shannon is as amazing as she is nice, sexy, and a great friend. We've been married for fifteen years and I could not ask for more. She's about five six and around one hundred thirty pounds, and like most women, she's a little uncomfortable with her body. I've never been jealous and always encourage Shannon to wear something hot, like a sexy little dress. I love buying her gifts like that. After the birth of our first child, a couple of years ago we started to work out and be more active. 

Tonight we had to attend this dinner and we arranged for a college student to watch our children. I really didn't want to go, but Shannon was really looking forward to a night out. I love taking her out as she dresses to impress. If I'm a good boy at dinner, then I will be a lucky boy at night! 

I noticed Dan walking up to the door and let him in. Sure, Dan's one attractive man but he has this easy way about him. I'm sure that he enjoys his share of young college girls and that did make me a little envious. Dan is about six feet two inches and I'm guessing he's around two hundred pounds of firm young stud. His parents did a great job raising him as he was curious and always the gentleman.

I walked around the corner to catch Dan peeking in our bedroom. Shannon must not have closed the door as she didn't know that Dan was here. Part of me was horrified as he was rubbing his already hard cock. Then as I watched him, something changed. My chest became heavy as this young man was taking my wife in. He found her sexy! 

Slowly and quietly I moved back to the kitchen. When I got there, I made some noise to announce my presence. Now, I made my way back to our bedroom and Dan was nowhere to be seen. Part of me wanted to bring him into our room, but the mature part of my mind told me to go and scold Dan.

Shannon was walking around the bedroom wearing only her pantyhose. My cock was aching as I watched my sexy wife get ready. She looked at me and knew something was up as I'm sure my face was blushing.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

Oh do I tell her the truth? "Nothing, why?"

"Well, you're all flushed." I looked down at the floor; Shannon came over to me and gave me a hug. "Its okay, you can tell me."

"Well, I just caught Dan peeking in on you."

"WHAT! Honey I'm so sorry I didn't mean to do that. Oh my god, what did he see? I didn't know that he was here. I'm sorry."

"Honey, there is nothing to be sorry for. I think that's why I'm flushed, catching him look at you."

Shannon looked a little shocked, but went with my reaction. "Really? He was looking at me?" She took a step back and looked at herself in the mirror. "That young stud was looking at this old married woman?"

"Please, you're the sexiest woman I know and yes he was really checking you out."

"I feel so naughty. He could see all of me."

"I know and he liked what he saw. I think he was stroking his hard cock."

Shannon walked over to me and grabbed me. "Oh, now I'm not sure who enjoyed the show more: you or my little stud boy."

"God, that's hot!"

"Really you think so? You're not jealous?"

"Strangely, no. I mean, we have a great life and you're my best friend. I love you. Tonight you will be in our bed so how could I be jealous? Besides, I'm going to fuck you really hard.."

"Wow," a beat, "wow, I don't know what to say? I never knew this about you? Too bad we don't have time to take care of this." She gave me a playful squeeze. "This will have to wait till after dinner."

"But I want you now."

"Sorry honey, you have to take me out to dinner first." She cupped her breasts and teased me, "These are off limits for now for both of you."

"You're enjoying this, knowing that he was looking at you."

"No."

"Please, just tell me the truth."

"You won't be upset?

"Do I look upset?"

"Ok, yes I'm flattered that he was looking at me. It's nice to know that I still have it."

I walked over to her and gave her a hug, turned her around and placed my hands on hers. "You are so hot and sexy. I'm amazed that you don't know that."

"You don't mind that some young man was looking at me?" She pressed her butt into my crotch. "Dan is an attractive young man that can get any girl his age. It's very flattering to know that he was looking at me, and thinking about me that way. He's very confident and a charmer."

"Oh yea, he enjoyed looking at you. I wonder how he would react if you caught him."

"What?"

"Well, what if you caught him and had him in the bedroom. Would he be a cool stud?"

"I don't know."

I moved my hands down her side, started to massage the small of her back. "I think he would fall apart. Lose his cool and become a lost little man."

"Is that a challenge? Be careful."

"Please, don't threaten me. I know you could never have him in our bedroom while you were getting ready."

"Just watch those words as I might take you up." Shannon turned around and slowly moved on the bed. She looked so hot as she was careful not to get a run on her hose. "Would you want him to see me like this?" She turned her head towards me but all I could see was her sexy body. My normally conservative wife was on her hands and knees, showing off her pussy like she wanted me to take her doggie style. 

"I think that this would work. Don't you baby? To present my pussy to him like this? Oh, I could ride him like a cowgirl until I came on that hard young cock."

"You know, I bet he's wanking now as he was hard from looking at you."

"Oh really baby? Was he big and thick?" Shannon turned around, keeping her legs closed like a somewhat normal lady.

"You look so hot!"

"Really? You like this?"

"Oh, do I ever."

"You want your wife to act like a slut?" She parted her legs and I could see a nice wet spot. "Showing off her body to some young stud while you watched?"

I moved over to her and held my hand out. "My lady, were going to be late." Shannon reached for my hand and stood up. She went into our bathroom and finished getting ready. All she had to do was put her bra and dress on. 

All though dinner Shannon was beaming and toyed with me by rubbing her leg against mine. Needless to say I was never able to stand through out dinner as Shannon teased me, keeping me very aroused. I loved the fact that her self esteem was running high and that she enjoyed knowing Dan was checking her out. Shannon ordered dessert and I knew this night was not over yet. 

Now it was time to put some of the heat on Shannon. "We should go out more and have Dan come over."

"I think you would like that." She rubbed her thigh up mine, trying to get to my lap.

I reached down and started to massage her foot. "Maybe you should tease him a little tonight."

"I don't know, won't that upset you?"

"Not at all. Honey, my hard-on has not gone away."

"Really? Wow. Well, she shall see how tonight goes."

The waiter brought us our bill. Without looking at the bill, I just gave him my credit card. "Shannon, why don't you go to the ladies room. I want your bra." 

Shannon was up for the challenge, although, to my knowledge, she has never done anything like this. While she was gone, an idea came to my mind. However, I was not sure that Shannon was ready for anything more. So far, she was having a great time and enjoying the attention. After fifteen years of marriage, I knew we were ready for some naughty fun. 

"Okay, my bra is in my purse."

"That won't work for me. I want you to place it on the table, now!" I noticed our waiter walking up to us. Shannon didn't mind him as she placed her lace bra on the table and smile at him. 

He looked down and thanked us. Shannon looked so sexy as her nipples were rock hard. "Thank you, we enjoyed ourselves, I hope you did too."

I stood up and escorted my wife to our car. We both were nervous wondering about tonight. How would things play out? How far was she willing to go? How far could I take this? I opened the car door for her and then got in our car. She hugged me as I fastened my seat belt and quickly turned the heat on as I wanted her to stay warm. What a sexy view I got of her toned legs! 

"So do you think he will enjoy looking at my legs like you do?"

"Yes, I think so."

She started to lift her skirt up. "Maybe I can tease him, show him a little leg?"

"Oh you're a naughty girl. I love it."

She reached over and felt me, and moaned as she started to massage my hard cock. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."

I reached over and felt her; the crotch of her pantyhose was soaked. "And that you're having some fun."

"Don't hate me."

"Honey, I could never hate you. I love you with all my heart."

"I love you too, but I'm a bad girl. Don't be upset with me for having dirty thoughts."

"No, please don't be upset with me, I want to show you off and have a little fun tonight." I reached over and grabbed her soft hand and placed it on my cock. "I have a little plan and would love it if you tease Dan a little."

"Really?"

"Oh yes! When we get home I want you to go to our bedroom and lose your dress. Then I'm going to have Dan come up and ask you something. I want you to pretend you don't hear him and walk out of the bathroom wearing only your pantyhose."

"My pantyhose?"

"Yes, it's strange but I'm sure that he likes seeing you in hose. Did you notice how our waiter was trying to see your legs? Let me tell you a little secret, most men have a pantyhose fetish. Not sure what it is, but I love looking at your legs in pantyhose."

"You are so bad, you want me to walk out wearing only pantyhose?" 

"That would be hot."

"Honey, he will see me!"

"I know!"

She looked a little excited, "Then what?"

"Well, I'm hoping that he will be rock hard and embarrassed." 

"Why?"

"Well, I want you to sit him down and confirm him. Tell him it's ok that he has an erection and that it's only natural." 

"You want me to sit him down, and talk to him wearing only pantyhose?"

"Oh yea, let him take you in."

"Really? Do you think he will want to look at me?"

"Please! He will want more, but he will be unsure."

She looked a little confused, "Mr. Cool will be confused? What about you?"

"Oh, I will be watching and waiting for you to take his hand, place it on your thigh. Let him touch you, feel your thighs. Oh and when he does, arch your back."

"What?"

"Trust me. Dan will never know what hit him. Just play it off like it's only natural and since he's seen you nude that there is no reason to cover up. Ask him if he has any questions."

Shannon unzipped my pants and bent down. Her legs felt so warm and wet on my cock. "Do you want me to do this to him?" She took me in her mouth, trying to get all of my cock in her soft warm mouth but the angle was a little awkward. 

"Oh that's hot!"

"What if he touches me?"

"Well, he can't fuck you since you're wearing pantyhose. So let him have some fun. I know that I will ."

"Oh, so can I ask him to undress?"

"You can do what ever you wish to do." "You are one very bad boy! Are you sure?" Shannon went down on me again.

"Damn babe, I'm going to cum." That just egged her on as she sucked harder and faster. 

"Do you want to cum in my mouth?"

"Oh I will." All too soon we were home. She pulled up as we entered our neighborhood. 

"Well mister, you will just have to wait."

"Oh I can't wait to take you, slide my cock in your wet pussy."

She kissed my cheek, "Promise?"

"I do."

We got out of the car and walked in the house. She kissed me and asked, "Are you sure? We can stop now and just have a great night alone."

"Honey, I really want this."

"Okay, but you can't use this against me."

I kissed her cheek, "Have I ever?"

"No, and this is your idea." She turned around and walked into the house. She didn't look back but made her way to our bedroom. The plan was set! I walked in and greeted Dan. After some small talk I made it look like I had to do something. Shannon called for me and I asked Dan to see what she needed. 

After a second, I snuck in behind him and watched him enter our room. The master bedroom door was open and he walked in.

"Dan, oh I'm sorry. I didn't know that you were in our room." 

I watched as she tried to cover up. Her face turned flushed as she was caught off guard. Now, she was a little nervous as this was for real. My sexy wife was standing in front of this young man, almost nude. She looked so sexy wearing her pantyhose and heels. 

"Well no use trying to cover since you saw most of me." She made some kind of joke and flung her arms out. Dan did not say a word. "Well, you might as well see all of me. 

Now they both were a little embarrassed. Shannon's nipples were rock hard and I could see her pussy. She started to regain her confidence as Dan's body started to come alive. just like the dirty plan in my mind, Dan started to become hard. He looked embarrassed and tried to hide his erection.

"Dan, there is no reason to be embarrassed." She reached out for his hand and walked over to the bed. She sat down and patted the bed next to her. "Here honey, sit down next to me. I won't bite, just yet." He looked down at the floor as she took a seat. "Dan, don't you find me attractive?"

"Oh yes I do!"

"Then why are you looking at the floor?"

"I don't know."

She reached over and touched Dan's face. "It's okay to look Dan. After all you've seen me so why don't see all of me? Don't you find me sexy?" He tried to cover his erection. "Oh honey, is that from seeing me?"

"Yes, Mrs. Curtis."

"I'm so flattered, thank you. Honey, I think we're a little past you having to call me that. Why don't you call me Shannon?"

"Thank you, you're so beautiful Shannon."

"Oh I bet you say that to all the ladies." Shannon leaned back and arched her back. 

The look on Dan's face was priceless. His eyes grew big as he looked at her. 

This was so hard, as I wanted to be in the room with her. Knowing my wife, she needed some time alone to relax and enjoy the moment. My cock had been rock hard for the past five hours and was I ready for some hot sex.

"Since you've seen all of me Dan, do you have any questions? Have you been with a woman Dan?"

He looked a little muffed, "Yea, I've had my share."

"Are your other girls hot?"

"Sure."

"Did you touch them?"

"Well, a little more then just that."

Shannon sat up, "Why don't you touch me? Don't you want to touch me?

"God yes! What about your husband?

She didn't answer him but reached out and placed his hand on her thigh. "You know Dan, I've been working out and I hope you find my legs just as toned as your young hotties."

"You are way sexier then any of my girlfriends." Dan forgot about his question as he started to rub my wife's thigh. 

"Thank you, that means a lot."

Dan started to lose control and was moving his hand quicker. I think Shannon was enjoying his youth but wanted him to stay a little composed. She didn't say anything, just leaned back and allowed him complete access to her body. 

"It's ok Dan you can do more than that. Would you like to touch my breasts?"

"Oh yes, they look so hot." Nervously he reached up and started to fondle my wife's breasts. Shannon looked up at me by the door and smiled. Dan touched her lightly at first with his finger tips and started to cup and squeezed her breast. 

"Dan, why don't you get a little more comfortable?"

"I can't."

"Why not? Don't worry about your erection, its only natural." She parted her legs allowing him to see her partly shaved pussy. "See, you can see all of me."

With out thinking, Dan stood up and removed all his clothes. In teenage form, he was undressed in ten seconds. Shannon was quickly taken back by his size. Dan obviously worked out as he proudly displayed his six pack. His cock was rather impressive, a little larger and thicker then mine. I'm sure that Shannon wanted to try him out. Shannon had lovers before we married and I'm sure she had a guy or two bigger then me, so I didn't worry about that. This was for her as well as for me. So, I was happy that this man would offer her something special. 

"Dan, you take great care of your body. I can see that you spend some time in the gym. Oh, and I'm sure that your girlfriends have enjoyed this love muscle." She reached out with her left hand and held his cock. 

Oh, I needed to cum and seeing my wife hold him left me breathless. 

Dan didn't say anything or move. He looked very nervous. Shannon picked this up right away and moved up on the bed. Just like she teased me, she moved on her hands and knees.

"Oh Dan, have you ever had a woman like this?" She pressed her ass against him. Slowly, she started to rock her hips up and down, pressing herself against his hard thick cock. "I can feel that you make a lot of girls happy." She reached back and pulled him between her legs. "Oh can you feel how deep your cock would be in me?" She pressed back against him. "God, I could take you deep in my pussy, would you like that?"

Dan just moaned.

"I would love for you to fuck me doggie style some time."

He grunted.

I think she wanted more and was trying to get him out of his youthful nervous shell. She rolled over on the bed, and spread her legs wide. Dan looked down at my wife's body, and I'm sure he could see her wet pussy as I noticed her scent. With her right hand, she slipped it under her pantyhose and started to touch her self. 

"Oh Dan, you should feel how wet I am." My wife was masturbating for him! She pulled her hand out and offered him her fingers. "Taste me Dan; tell me how good I taste!" 

He leaned forwarded and started to suck on her fingers. That was hot!

"Dan, I want to feel you against my body. Come here on top of me." 

He didn't need a second offer. Shannon was on the edge of the bed so when he climbed on top of her, Dan was a little uncomfortable. Shannon wrapped her legs around him as he moved up the bed. I watched as she held on to him, my wife's legs wrapped around him as he crawled to the middle of the bed. "You're so strong! Show me how you want to fuck me, Dan! I want to feel how you're going to fuck me."

He reached down and pulled his cock up. "Like this?"

"Yes, oh you feel good. Now come here and show me how you fuck all those girls of yours."

He started to dry hump my wife. I'm sure she could feel his thick cock against her pussy. I never thought things would go this far, but I was so aroused it hurt. I wanted Dan to reach down and rip her pantyhose, then slide that fat cock in my wife! That would be so hot! 

Without warning he grunted, bringing me back to earth. Oh my, he's cumming. This was so exciting and strange to watch this man, on top of my wife, cumming! I wanted to touch myself so bad but was afraid. Also, I didn't want to dry clean my suite pants. How would I explain that stain? Once Dan was done, he rolled off my wife. 




The Sitter



"Honey, did you enjoy that? Why don't you join us?"

Dan looked freaked out as I walked into the room. "Don't worry Dan, sit back and relax. After all, this was my idea so you have nothing to fear or be uncomfortable about. Look at Shannon, don't you find her sexy?"

Her legs were still spread as Dan and I looked at her pussy. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks when I saw it. Dan had pumped a massive load of cum over my wife. She had thick streams of cum on her chest, belly, and on the crotch of her pantyhose. 

I forgot about my cock until Shannon reached up and started to unzip my pants. "I think its time for you to get a little comfortable." Dan watched as my wife undressed me. That was kind of strange, but still erotic. 

Once undressed Shannon reached down and ripped a hole in the crotch of her pantyhose. "I need to get laid." She moved back on the bed, next to Dan, and opened her legs. "Come here honey and fuck your wife."

She looked so freaking hot lying there in her pantyhose next to Dan. I made my way up to her, my cock swayed as I moved. Being nude was a little awkward as this man could see me. It felt great moving up on my wife. Soon, my throbbing cock would be in her. I moved on top her and slide my cock in her wet pussy. So was so wet that I easily slipped in her. Oh did that feel good. Shannon has never been this wet before and I was so happy to be part of this. I'm so lucky to have a wife like her. Shannon started talking really dirty. I've never seen this side of her personality before. 

"Fuck me, harder! Do you feel Dan's cum between us? Give me that cock! That's it fuck my pussy with your hard thick cock. Oh god, I want to cum. Harder baby, I need to cum before I explode! Feel how wet I am? Harder baby, slam it hard! Push me into the bed, I want to feel you. Oh god, yes! Use my pussy, make me your slut. Fuck your slut's pussy baby. Right there, oh yea baby. Your slut's going to cum."

I'm about to lose it. Talk about pressure having Dan there and her begging for me to fuck her. I did my best to focus on not cumming. Shannon had to cum first. Her hot talk was really getting to her. Then, Shannon lifted her legs up and pulled them up to her chest. Was I going deep in her wet pussy? Each time I pulled back, her pussy made these wet noises. Hearing her pussy slurping and her dirty talk was really keeping me on edge. 

"Oh baby, I'm cumming on your cock!" 

She clenched and stopped talking. I felt her, felt her orgasm release as she started to cum. Her pussy clamped down on my cock and became vice like. I was so close and with a couple of pumps, I started to cum.

That was so erotic! Talk about an ego boost, being able to hold off until she came. Dan was able to see me at my best and it felt good knowing that he watched my wife cum on my hard cock.

The release was mind blowing. I rolled off Shannon and lay next to her. What a picture, Dan, Shannon and myself next to her. Our bed has never had this many people in it. Shannon moved around on the bed, I think she was enjoying the last of her orgasm. 

"Oh god, I have to take these things off." She reached down and removed her pantyhose. Not that it mattered as I'm sure Dan was able to see all of her before. 

I looked over and noticed that he was checking her out. Dan's cock was coming back to life. Nervously I waited to see what would happen next. Shannon rolled over to her ride and snuggled up next to me. She kissed me and thanked me for the best night of her life. Dan looked at me and I gave him the look.

He moved next to her and guided his cock between her legs. I'm sure that he was close to her pussy. Shannon opened her eyes, and had a little fear look. This was it! She was about to take her first man. I kissed her and told her to relax. 

She gasped and I knew Dan slipped in. I watched as he spooned behind her. He worked his hips and wiggled around to get in position. Slowly he worked that cock in my wife. Shannon grabbed me as Dan worked all of his cock in my wife. I kissed her again, to comfort her. 

Shannon started to make these faces as Dan started to fuck her. His cock looked bigger so I'm sure he was reaching places that I didn't. She looked so sexy, with her eyes closed, enjoying this stud. My wife was getting fucked by a young stud, in my arms, while I watched. Slowly he fucked my wife, working up a good rhythm. Shannon was mouthing words, but the only sounds she made was these sexy deep moans. Oh yea, she was enjoying the fucking that Dan was giving her. 

"Oh baby, he's fucking me good. You don't hate me do you?" 

"Baby, I love you! Enjoy it."

"Oh baby he's really using my pussy."

"You look so hot, I love you."

Dan pace was becoming faster. He was nailing my wife for ten minutes now. It felt like an hour. Dan was really giving it to her. 

"Oh baby, would you be upset if I cum?"

Dan was starting to grunt as he was getting close.

"No, cum for me." I reached out and brushed the hair out of her face. "This is for you baby, and I want you to enjoy yourself."

With that she pushed back, Dan was now on his back and she was on top. Shannon was riding Dan reverse cowgirl style. I watched as my wife, this new woman, rode this stud's cock. We've never had sex in this position before. Shannon was in her own world, with no cares, just pleasure. She bounced up and down on his cock. Taking him deep and hard, then grinding on him. That cock of Dan's was getting a work out from my wife. They were both on edge and on the verge of cumming. 

Then it hit me, Dan was not wearing a condom! That thick cock of his was deep in my wife about to explode. Shannon screamed as she started to cum. I watched as my wife pressed down hard against Dan, pushing his cock deeper in my wife. Her eyes lit up and I knew that that meant. I moved over and kissed her. Lovingly I wrapped my arms around her. Dan was cumming in my wife's pussy. Dan gave a few grunts as he came.

My wife was just fucked twice by two different men. Dan was still deep in her pussy. She worked her way off his cock and snuggled into my arms. Dan started to get up and gather his clothes. I told Shannon that I would be back in a minute. On the way out, I thanks Dan for a great night and he thanked me for the night of his life. Then he told me that he would never tell anyone, not even his best friend as most people can't keep secrets. He knew that we needed to be discrete and that most people would freak out. I thanked him for his digression. And then he was gone. I went back to my wife and we held each other. We kissed and hugged, and then drifted off to sleep.

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The Sitter



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I closed the front door quietly behind me, my eyes becoming accustomed to the gloom of the house. Hanging my jacket and loosening my tie, I glanced upstairs to see only the faint glow of the nightlight from the baby's room and nothing else – and, more importantly, no sounds of crying or screaming to pierce the cool night air that I had brought with me. Strangely, though, there were no sounds coming from downstairs, and only a low light creeping under the living room door. 

Walking softly, I gently pushed open the door to the living room, and could instantly see that the glowing light was coming from the silent TV, which was showing some late-night cable horror movie – I could see an attractive busty redhead running upstairs in a tiny skirt, mutely screaming, followed by a cloaked figure. 

Across the room, supine on the couch, head propped on a pillow and remote dangling loosely from one hand, my babysitter Katie lay, somehow still managing to look beautiful even when sound asleep, quite the feat. Her thick long dark hair framed her heart-shaped face, and her outfit – knee-length green skirt, thin cardigan sweater (a little impractical for a comfy night on the couch, but I wasn't complaining) – clinging to her ripe, 18-year-old body. We had known Katie and her family for about 6 years, since we moved to the area, and I'd seen the lithe brunette transform into a tan teenager who turned heads wherever she went. As beautiful as she was, though, Katie dated infrequently, and, admirably, remained focus on her college studies. Even now I could see a small pile of textbooks next to her on the couch that she must have been scanning as she fell asleep, with the TV on mute as a silent companion. I looked down at her, eyes scanning her face and body, my head full of memories. 

An image of pulchritude, Katie had developed well and early, and her current 38D-24-34 figure (my wife had taken her clothes shopping a couple of times when she was younger and her parents were away) was truly a sight to behold. She occasionally stayed with us when her parents were out of town, and even though she was now old enough to be on her own, and had been for some time, she enjoyed staying with us, sometimes cooking dinner for the family, or playing piano for us. I won't lie – having a gorgeous young woman in the house, wandering down to breakfast in tank top and pajama pants, or exercising on the back deck in tight yoga pants, did wonders for my libido. I found myself especially randy on the nights Katie stayed with us, and would screw my wife with a notable vigor, my mind racing with the possibility of Katie in the next room, hearing us fuck as she lay in bed. 

I had come to terms with the strange mix of feelings I had for Katie – that of a surrogate father, who wanted to help take care of and nurture her, as well as the dark lusts that she stirred up within me – and we had a comfortable, slightly flirtatious relationship. We would often sit up and have a couple of beers when my wife was working late (which, these days, was increasingly often) and she was warm, witty and pleasant company, her throaty laugh filling the room and her wide, dancing eyes marking me, telling me that she knew all of my secrets.

Even as this thought flitted through my head, those deep brown eyes opened and Katie stirred, propping herself up on one arm, her ripe tits pushed together into the V-neck of her sweater, the deep cleavage enticing. I forced my eyes to lock onto hers as I smiled. 

"Hey, sleepyhead," I said softly. 

"Griff!" Katie started, looking around. "I'm – I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep, is the baby-?"

I laid a comforting hand on her upper arm. "Shh... the baby's fine, sound asleep upstairs." I gestured to the monitor on the dresser, from which issued the soft sounds of breath. "The baby made it through a few hours, so I guess you get paid tonight," I added, smiling. 

Katie sat up, rubbing the sleep out of one eye daintily, and I sat next to her on the couch, turned to face her with my arm along the back of the cushions. "You're such a tease," she said, lightly slapping my wrist. "You know you never have to pay me, I like to help out so that you guys can go out and romance it up." She winked exaggeratedly, giggling.

I frowned. "Fat lot of good that did tonight," I said. 

Katie instantly picked up on this, sliding a little closer, a hand on my knee. "Something up, boss?" she asked with a smile – always trying to cheer everyone up.

"Ahh, you don't want to hear my troubles," I said, patting her hand. The night's young, I'm sure you could still go out clubbing."

"Griff," Katie said, sternly but with the ghost of a smile still on her perpetually pouty, bee-stung lips, "I'm sitting right here, ready to hear all about it. But first – how about I get you a beer?"

A smile crossed my face again. "You're an angel, you read my mind."

"Don't you move, mister man," she said, bouncing from her seat and hurrying to the kitchen, her firm ass switching in the little skirt. I felt an inappropriate thought about her – probably the millionth - cross my mind, and silently cursed myself for it, feeling like a dirty old man. Never forget, you're 20 years older than her, I told myself. Before I could chastise myself further, Katie popped back into the living room, 2 cold bottles of beer in hand, and sat with me, closer still this time, putting one in my hand and taking a sip from hers. "Shoot. Tell Katie all your troubles," she said, her head on one side, coolly regarding me with those amazing eyes.

"Not much to tell," I began, taking a sip myself. "Things were going fine – well, not bad – when I dared to mention that Jen's been working late a lot, working weekends, and we haven't had a lot of time together. She took it badly, kind of blew up at me." 

"Poor thing," Katie said, rubbing my knee. "I can't say I'm surprised, though. Maybe it's not my place to say –"

"No, go on, please," I urged, smiling at her. 

"Well, it seems like she's putting a lot on you. Working all those hours, expecting you to pick up the slack around here – I'm learning all about it in my social studies class, she's cast herself as the victim. Has... has your sex life slowed down, too?" she asked, looking down. 

"It's like you've been peeking in our bedroom, cutie," I said, shaking my head. "She hasn't come near me in months." 

"That's what I thought," Katie said, her hand still on my knee, stroking softly now. "Sorry, I interrupted your story, please, go on." I dragged my eyes from the deep well of her cleavage to her pretty face and smiled reassuringly before continuing.

"Things got worse when a girl from my office saw me and came over to say hello. As soon as she walked away from our table, Jen practically accused me of sleeping with her. After the meal she announced she's sleeping at her sister's house tonight."

"Why would she do that? Accuse you of sleeping around?"

"Well, I can understand – a little. This girl, Bryce, is very flirty, and she was pretty much ignoring Jen."

"What does this – girl – look like?" Katie asked, sipping from her bottle.

I looked up, as I remembered Bryce stopping at our table, touching my arm, thrusting her boobs in my face. "She's an intern, maybe 19 or 20 - about 5'8, long dark curly hair, big brown eyes, big tits – and she knows it. She shows them off whenever she can, and dresses kind of slutty." As I looked back down, Katie was smiling, her eyes alive, like we were sharing secrets.

"So is that your type?" she asked, giving me a knowing smile, knowing full well that, physically, I had pretty much just described my teen babysitter to a tee.

"Well, aside from the slutty part," I admitted, setting my beer on the table. "I like my girls to look a little more professional and demure."

"You like them to act that way, too?" Katie asked, leaning closer.

"In public, sure," I said, leaning in conspiratorially, enjoying this. "But in private, when we're all alone..."

"A total slut?" Katie asked. "Someone that will do whatever you say?"

"Something like that," I replied, not losing eye contact, a wry smile on my face. The beer, along with the wine I'd had with dinner, was creating a low buzz in my head and I knew I shouldn't be having this conversation with Katie, but something else told me to press on. I was talking about sex with a beautiful young brunette, which was certainly the highlight of my night. 

"Griff?" Katie asked, biting her lip, a slight look of nervousness crossing that beautiful face. 

"Yes, Katie?"

"You know we can trust each other, right? And that I would never dream of betraying your confidence – to anyone?"

"Of course, sweet thing," I said, patting her hand. "I trust you completely."

"Good. So did you fuck that girl?"

I almost spit out the mouthful of beer I had just taken; laughing and coughing, I set my bottle down. "Excuse me?" I said, still smiling. 

"Bryce, the girl who was flirting with you at dinner. The one who's your type – almost," she corrected, smiling. "Is your wife right? Did you fuck her?"

Hearing that word from the mouth of this innocent young girl was shocking but, I had to admit, arousing. We had never talked this frankly before. I shook my head. "No. No, I didn't," I answered.

"Never even thought about it? Not even one innocent little kiss?"

I tried to maintain my serious, innocent face, but it didn't last and a smile broadened there. "We did have a little make-out session at the New Years' party at work, just a little drunken grope in one of the conference rooms," I admitted, remembering the brief tryst on the huge oak conference table, with Bryce's tongue in my mouth and my hands on her luscious ass, her legs around me as we ground together. 

"Just kissing?" Katie asked, leaning further forward now, pupils dilated, as excited by this conversation as I was. "This sounds like a pretty hot girl. You didn't get to second base?" she asked, eyebrow raised. "Third? Alllll the way to home plate?" she added in a breathy, sex-operator whisper.

I shook my head, too far gone now to pretend innocence; I had to tell the whole truth, grateful in a sense to have someone to finally tell the secret to. "I had her tits out of her bra and I was sucking on them while I rubbed her pussy through her panties – she was shaved, and so fucking wet – I made her cum that way. "

"Lucky girl," Katie said; her voice was low now, almost lustful. "Did she return the favor?" Katie's eyes darted to my crotch, where the memory of my New Years' Eve liaison was evident in my growing hardon. 

"She went down on me," I said, my mouth dry, cock aching-hard now, from the frustrating evening I'd had and from this sexually-charged chat. "She was good, too. No gag reflex that I could tell."

Katie's chest was heaving a little faster now, and her cleavage was slightly flushed and pink. Maybe it was my imagination, but I swore I could see her nipples stiffen and push at the material of her sweater. "Did she... swallow it? Did you cum in her mouth?"

"Partly," I said, dragging things out – I was enjoying turning this teen sexkitten on, seeing her in a whole new light. We were practically face-to-face now on the couch, an electrical charge building between us. 

"Griff?"

"Yes, Katie?"

"Where did the rest of the cum go?" Katie said, licking her glistening pink lips. 

"I shot some of it in her mouth, and the rest on her tits. She cupped them and held them up so I could milk my cock dry onto them, then –"

"And then what?" Katie said, her hand on my arm, fingers digging into pliant flesh. 

"Then she licked the cum off her tits, and sucked my cock nice and clean... before we rejoined the party."

There was a long pause; Katie's eyes bored into mine, and her nipples were now obviously poking at her sweater. She set down her beer, returning her gaze to mine.

"Have you fucked her since?" she asked, biting her lip, her voice coy now.

I shook my head. "We've exchanged a few flirty looks at work, but no."

"I bet she wants to. I can't blame her. You're a good-looking man, Griff."

I threw out a tester. "A good looking married man," I said. 

Katie shrugged. "I can read between the lines. Jen's not exactly nice to you, and she's never around. I can't blame you for responding when a pretty young thing flirts with you, or wants to get closer to you -' she slid a little closer on the couch, out thighs pressed together, the heat of her firm young skin transferring to mine ' – or even when a young woman – maybe even one you've known for a long , one who's always looked up to you – tells you that she wants nothing more, right now, than for you to pound the shit out of her." Katie grabbed hold of my tie, pulling me closer to her, and my hands slid around her waist. "I wouldn't blame you at all."

In an instant, my tongue was in Katie's sweet, hot mouth, and my hands closed over the perfect globes of her ass through the skirt, pulling her onto my lap. As she parted her legs, straddling me, the skirt slid up around her waist, and as I looked down, I could see her panties rubbing against my straining hardon. Katie pulled hard and my tie slipped free and flew off; she was mewing as she kissed me, grinding hard against my crotch and panting.

"Why'd you have to tell me about fucking that lucky little slut's mouth?" she said, between kisses, her hands on my chest, unbuttoning my shirt. "I was being such a good girl, and now you've got me so fucking wet I can't stand it, Griff."

"Are you jealous?" I said, unbuttoning her skimpy sweater to reveal her full, ripe tits in a black bra that matched her panties. 

"FUCK yes!" Katie groaned as I kissed my way down between her tits, sighing as I tasted her, her fingers tangling in my hair. "I get jealous enough when you fuck Jen in the next room... I can hear her moaning, taking your big cock, begging for more... I lay there, and I shove my dildo in my pussy till I cum hard... I put my pillow over my mouth so you can't hear me..."

I had her bra off now; it lay in a pile on the floor with her sweater and my shirt. "Well, I want to hear you tonight, babygirl," I said, licking her nipples, making her moan. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Oh... god, yes, Daddy... please... PLEASE fuck me hard, fuck your babygirl, I've wanted it so fucking long..."

Everything seemed hyper-real; the light in the room from the flickering TV screen seemed drawn to Katie's smooth skin as I ran my fingers over her. My hands were inside her panties, kneading her ass cheeks, while I suckled on her hard, pink, pencil-eraser nipples, biting gently, making her gasp and cry out. Katie was grinding hard, rubbing her pussy up and down on my bulging erection through our clothes, tongue flickering at my earlobe, her breath coming in quick pants, pulling back to cup my cheeks and look down into my eyes, dark passion written across her face. All of this seemed like a sudden, intense dream, but Katie's fingers hungrily tugging at my hair as her tongue flashed across my lips let me know it was very real.

"I never knew..." I began, drinking in her beauty. "I didn't know you wanted this."

"Griff, I've wanted this... wanted you... for the longest time. I didn't want to cause trouble; didn't want to be a home wrecker... but you know what?"

"What?" I said, smiling, licking at her fingertip as she touched my face softly.

"If that bitch isn't treating you right... then I will." 

In one fluid movement, Katie slipped off my lap, kneeling between my parted legs, wearing only her college-girl skirt and panties, dark hair tumbling around her face, covering one eye as she smiled up at me. She ran her hands down my bare chest, and stroked my thighs as she cooed in delight at my throbbing hardon, threatening to burst out of my pants at any moment. 

"This is all mine tonight, Daddy," she said, leaning forward to lick along the pulsing ridge of flesh, hands gripping my thighs as she kissed up and down, my prick responding, pulsing harder, like an iron bar now. "Do you want me to take it out? Does Daddy want me to... lick it?"

I nodded dumbly, fingers digging into the couch, beyond lust now, hungry for this girl like never before, months of pent-up passion built up in me far past the point of no return. My head was buzzing with desire; if Jen had walked in right then, I would have happily fucked Katie on the rug while she watched. Katie was grinning wickedly, shaking her head, dark locks bobbing.

"Uh-uh, Daddy. That's not how it works. You're gonna tell me what you want... every... dirty... little... thing..." she purred, between kisses on my thigh, "and Katie's gonna do it. Whatever Daddy wants tonight... you're in charge. I know that's what you want... what you've always wanted. You're a man who deserves what he desires... so take it."

Her dark, lustful words filled my chest with fire; it had been too long since I'd been the man I used to be, the cocksure college boy who did as he pleased. I felt him pushing to the forefront of my mind; tonight he would come back. Tonight would change everything. 

I stood up, my pulsating hardon in Katie's face as she knelt before me, her hands placed primly on her knees. She bit her full, plump lower lip, gazing up at me, long eyelashes fluttering prettily.

"Take my cock out, babygirl."

A grin flashed across Katie's glossy lips, but she immediately returned to an expression of mock-servility. "Yes, Daddy," she breathed. 

Katie kept her eyes on mine, large, brown and deep, as she unbuckled and unzipped my pants, pushing them down to my ankles, my boxers tented before her. Katie slid her hands up my thighs, licking her lips as she breathed on my hardon, making it pulse anew.

"Like this, Daddy? Am I doing good?" she asked, her voice becoming more and more a breathy, innocent-little-girl whisper. I nodded indulgently, stroking her hair, making her close her eyes and lean into my hand, smiling.

"You're doing fine, baby. Keep going, I want you to see everything."

"And... then I can taste it?" she asked, her voice full of Christmas-morning excitement. My smile widened.

"Yes, Katie, baby. If you're good, you can taste it."

"Goody," Katie murmured, licking at my cock through my boxers, up and down, opening her mouth around the head, gently suckling it through the cotton. I moaned, my hand still on her head, watching her close her eyes and savor it, like she was getting her first-ever taste of some sweet treat. 

"UhhmmMMMMmm..." she moaned, releasing it from her full lips with a wet pop. "Oh, Daddy Griff..." she trailed off as her nimble fingers worked at the waistband of my boxers, pulling it out... and then down, releasing my cock from its prison. It bobbed free, pulsing in her face, and as she bent to lower my boxers, and raised back up to face it, the throbbing head slapped against her soft cheek.

"Oh, Daddy," the hot little brunette groaned, smiling, immediately gripping the shaft gently with her small hands and stroking gently up and down. Her ministrations caused my foreskin to slide back, the swollen purple head pushing free, hot and seemingly bigger than it ever had been before. Katie leaned in, eyes closed in apparent ecstasy as she rubbed my stiff, thick cock over her face like it was an ice pack on the hottest day of summer. Each time the head passed over her wet, parted lips, she gave it a soft kiss or a gentle lick, lapping at it like a thirsty kitten, causing pyrotechnic sensations to shoot up my spine. I sucked air through my clenched teeth, winding her long dark curls in my fingers, gripping a hank of hair to guide her head. Katie got the message and looked up at me expectantly, eyes full of innocent wonder.

"What should I do now, Daddy?" she asked, her voice carrying only a hint of teasing. 




The Sitter



"Close your eyes, baby," I ordered, voice gentle but firm. Katie obeyed, giggling as she closed her eyes tight.

"Now imagine that in front of you is your favorite flavor of Popsicle. Can you do that?"

Katie nodded enthusiastically, playing the young naïf to the hilt. "I like watermelon best, Daddy."

"Good girl. Right in front of you is the sweetest, juiciest, tastiest watermelon Popsicle you ever tasted – and it's such a hot day today. Don't you need something sweet to cool you down?"

Again Katie nodded, eyes closed, her sweet breasts jiggling with the movement. "Oh yes, Daddy, you're so nice to bring me my favorite treat. Can I have it now? I'm so hot..."

"Since you've been so good... yes, you can have it, baby," I said, my cock rock-hard and aching for her touch. Katie opened her eyes, said just one word – "Yummy!" – and promptly licked, slowly, from the base of my erect prick to the head, letting out a moan of sheer satiation. Holding the base in her small hands, she began licking over every inch of my cock, treating it for all the world like the best watermelon Popsicle ever. Little moans and sighs escaped her perfect lips, soft slurping and licking sounds that only served to further engorge my throbbing prick. Her large expressive eyes flicked up to lock onto mine, showing me the pleasure she was taking in tasting my dick, then returned to the task at hand, as she coated my shaft and balls in saliva, her soft pink tongue making long strokes on my rigid flesh. 

"Enough licking," I said, roughly. "Suck that Popsicle, you little slut."

As if she had been waiting for the command, Katie opened wide and plunged her mouth over the end of my dick, sinking down on it to the root; holding there for a moment and forming a tight seal with her lips, she slowly pulled back, a long slurping sound coming from that heavenly mouth as she sucked fiercely, only releasing my cock with reluctance, a long wet trail connecting my swollen head with her wet lips. 

I was speechless as she looked up at me, panting and licking her lips, before sinking down on it once more, repeating the entire process, a long, slow, wet, tight suck, before my prick emerged glistening from her teen lips, wet from root to tip. 

"Like that, Daddy?" she said coquettishly, head to one side. "Is that what you want?"

"I'll show you what I want, slut," I said, my voice dark with passion, loving the way her eyes flashed with each nasty name I called her. I grabbed her hair once more, taking control. I rubbed my wet cockhead back and forth on her lips a few times before pushing inside, and Katie, eyes wide, opened her mouth to take it, moaning blissfully – 'MmHMM!" – as if this was what she had been waiting for - to have her mouth owned, fucked hard, for me to make her swallow my cock. 

Katie's hands went to my thighs, and then slipped around to cup my ass, as I worked my dick in and out of her mouth, and I could feel the muscles at the back of her throat working as she breathed through her nose, taking every inch. Her beautiful eyes watered but she held firm, letting me guide her, hold her, letting me pump her mouth like I needed, the wet shaft slamming in and out, making sweet slippery sounds, my balls slapping against Katie's chin, her wet slurps and slobbers turning me on more and more. Her fingers gripped my asscheeks, urging me on, and I was happy to oblige, months of passion spilling free, all of the dark thoughts I had harbored about this stunning girl finally becoming reality; I was going to make her my dripping sex-slave, for as long as I wanted. 

I pulled my cock free to let Katie breathe, and she panted, tits heaving as she drooled on my cock, lapping at it with her pink tongue, her twinkling eyes locked on mine. She licked down to my balls, licking and sucking on them, moving from one to the other, going to town on me with gusto. 

"You like Daddy's cock, babygirl?" I asked, holding my shaft up, watching her roll her tongue around my balls. Katie nodded, releasing my sac from her wet lips.

"Oh god yes, Daddy Griff," the brunette moaned. "It's so good to finally have this sweet cock to myself, to treat it right, the way you deserve –"

I cut her off by hurriedly grabbing Katie's upper arm and pulling her to her feet, roughly turning her around and bending her over the couch. Katie gasped and smiled, her hair in her face and her breath coming in quick puffs. She propped herself up on her hands, her legs spreading wide as I flipped her pretty skirt up over her ripe ass, revealing two firm, full peaches of flesh in black lacy panties. Katie looked back over her shoulder at me, eyes entreating, hungry to see what I would do. I kicked off the rest of my clothes, standing naked behind her, looking her over and holding the base of my cock, the head swollen and wet. Katie bit her full lower lip, her low moan filling the room, and rolled her hips, sticking her luscious ass out at me, silently begging for me to touch, to taste, to do what I pleased. 

I smiled, knowing that drawing this out would prolong the eventual pleasure, and reached out slowly, putting a hand on her ass over the dark lace, rubbing, caressing the ripe skin. Katie moaned loud, her head back, her body quivering with lust.

"Oh Daddy... Daddy Griff... have I been a good girl? Are you gonna reward me... or have I been so, so bad...?"

"You tell me, babygirl," I said, kneading the soft, hot flesh a moment longer, and then raising my arm, slow and even, making sure she could see it, palm flat, up over my head, holding there. Katie whimpered louder, biting on the couch cushion, eyes staring, everything about her body language begging for me to complete that movement of my arm, to bring my hand back down, to make hard, sharp contact with her ass. I held it for another long moment, teasing Katie deliciously, until she could take it no longer and opened wide to cry out.

"Daddy, pleas-"

Her words ended abruptly as my hand flew down, spanking her perfect ass, the loud SMACK! echoing through the room. Her behind was pliant, soft yet muscular, toned and firm but yielding and supple. My cock throbbed, my eagerness to feel those cheeks in my hands as I plowed her pussy evident, but all in good time. Katie, eyes closed, was moaning, eyes watering, a look of intense pleasure on her beautiful flushed face. 

"Oh, Daddy," she sighed. "Daddy, Daddy..." Her ass wiggled invitingly at me, and I raised my hand once more, the fingers tingling from the hard contact, and brought it down once more – SMACK!

Katie cried out again, her moans the stuff that wet dreams are made of, and I began spanking her succulent ass with spirit, making her body shake. Katie tossed her head back, her dark locks flying and her big tits shaking, the sounds coming from her delicious mouth becoming more and more like raw animal grunts. She looked into my eyes, mouth open, and I saw the passion writ large there, the joy this was bringing her.

I slowed my fierce slaps on her firm bottom, then stopped, and Katie, panting, rested her head on my hands as I caressed softly. Grabbing the waistband of her delicate panties, I pulled them down, exposing her ass, now marked in red, clear handprints standing out, stinging-hot. She practically purred as I softly stroked her flesh, Daddy making it all better. 

I knelt down, my tongue starting to follow my fingers, kissing her ripe ass, licking softly, blowing on the skin, and Katie writhed on the couch, trying to hold still, breath hissing between her teeth.

"Oh my god Daddy," she said softly. "Thank you... I'm a bad little slut and I deserved that... you punished me so good." She smiled, licking her wet lips. She added, panting, "have I... earned a... reward?"

"Oh, I definitely think so, baby," I said, pushing her panties down more, then, as they interfered with the spread of her legs, tearing them free, the sound of the tearing lace seemingly very loud in the small room. I tossed the panties aside (after putting them to my mouth and nose and glorying in the sweet smell of her arousal) then returned my full attention to Katie, and to the sweet, smooth, bare pussy that was now exposed to me. Katie was moving her hips, rocking, unable to keep still, so turned on I could see her pussy juice glistening on her thighs. Unable to hold my hunger back any longer, I kissed my way up her thighs, licking as I went, Katie moaning into the couch – "oh god oh god oh Daddy oh God yes –" as I did so. I stopped, mouth poised over her eager young pussy, the lips wet and slightly open, inviting, the nub of her clit poking free slightly, begging me to feast on it. I obliged, starting to lick up and down on her sweet, wet cunt, long strokes of my voracious tongue. 

Katie began to buck and writhe instantly, and my hands held firm on her ass, gripping, digging into the soft flesh, my tongue licking around her hole, lapping up the sweet juices. There's nothing like the taste of a sweet young pussy (call me crazy, but brunettes really do taste better) and Katie was no exception; I licked and lapped, eyes closed, savoring the spiced-sugar and summer-afternoon musk of her, my dick pulsing and throbbing between my legs, knowing that soon it would be buried in this honey-hole. 

Katie was trying hard to muffle her screams and cries with the couch-cushions; I could hear her, moaning through gritted teeth, no comprehensible words, just cries of lust. Every moan urged me on, and I plunged my tongue inside, licking, wriggling deep, causing a new wave of movement to take over the brunette's body. 

"Oh... ffffffFUCK!" Katie cried before biting on the couch cushion again, and I smiled slightly, flickering my tongue in and out, only emerging so that I could suck on her delicious pink clit, gnawing gently, then sliding my hot tongue back inside to fuck her like a wet little cock, exploring as deep as I could into this tight, steamy hole. My lips were clamped to her pussy lips, my trimmed goatee tickling and scratching at her inner thighs, and Katie's hips were bucking wildly now as I suckled and slurped, noisily eating her wet young cunt like my life depended on it. Oblivious to anything else, I closed my eyes and licked, lapped and sucked my way to her orgasm, which I could sense was building fast; Katie's arms and legs were trembling, and her pussy began to pulse around my probing tongue, her breath fast and frenzied. Her head came back up off the couch and she reached back to tangle her fingers in my hair.

"Oh Griff... oh yes, that's it thatsitthatsitthatsIT... oh Jesus, I've never... oh my GOD..." Katie jabbered; I plunged on, tongue wildly dipping in and out, wriggling deep, exploring the wet folds of her tight pussy. She pushed back against me, needing me deeper, my face buried happily between her long tan legs. Katie pulled at my hair, making only mewing sounds now, beyond speech as she rode my tongue to orgasm:

"Ohhhhh.... Oh my Daddy... oh DADDY GRIFF YESSSSSS!" she screamed, her cunt juicily squirting on my outstretched tongue, my chin becoming soaked with sticky-sweet juices. I kept up my attentions, licking and lapping as Katie bucked her hips, gasping as each tremor overtook her, shuddering with pleasure as she slowly... slowly calmed down, her body relaxing, limbs unclenching. Katie lay with her head against the couch, breathing hard. 

"Oh my fucking god," I heard her say softly. "Griff... why doesn't she want your tongue inside her 24 hours a day?"

I laughed, and Katie turned, sitting up on the couch and slipping her arms around my neck, kissing me deeply, licking at my face like a cat, tasting her own sweet pussy on my tongue, my lips, my chin. My hands roamed over her, pulling at her skirt, and she helped me pull it off, stripping herself naked before me. 

"God... you're so fucking beautiful," I said, looking down at her as she sat on the couch, pink skin glowing in the low light. Katie blushed prettily, cupping her tits and smiling slyly up at me as my hard cock waved and bobbed in her face, her eyes flicking to it before returning to mine. 

"You like, Daddy Griff?" she said teasingly, her fingers rubbing over her stiff nipples and her small hands hefting her round tits, holding them up for my approval. In response, I gripped my shaft by the base, sliding it between those perfect globes, and Katie wordlessly wrapped her breasts around the hard rod, spitting on the head and shaft to ease my passage in her deep cleavage. 

"Oh... Daddy Griff does like it..." she said, tossing her hair back over her shoulders, holding her tits tight around my dick and watching me as I slid up and down, spitting on the bulbous swollen head every time it emerges from her tits to bump at her sweet lips. As I pumped harder, rougher, she opened up and her mouth enveloped my cockhead with every slick thrust, the force leaning her back against the couch as I propped one foot up beside her, my hips pumping as I fucked those perfect tits, that heavenly mouth. Wet, sloppy, slippery sounds emanated from that teen mouth, intermingled with the occasional happy moan or sigh. My own hands replaced Katie's, holding her tits tight around my dick, and Katie's wide eyes, burning into mine, glowed as she slurped and suckled, her fingers straying again between her spread legs to her wet little cunt.

"NO, baby," I admonished, not losing my rhythm in and out of her cleavage. "There'll be no touching that sweet little pussy... not yet. That's all Daddy's," I said, losing myself in our little game. 

Katie nodded, mouth full of throbbing cockhead, obediently returning her hands to my ass to squeeze and caress as I titfucked her. 

"Is your pussy all wet for Daddy?" I asked, teasing, as I stroked. 

"Mhmmm!" Katie mumbled around my dick.

"Do you want me to fuck it?"

"MmHMMM!" Katie groaned as she nodded as best she could. 

"God... I bet you're so ready for me to push this cock into your sweet cunt and fuck you nice and hard..."

"MHMMMMMM!" she practically screamed around my cock, the vibrations sending sweet sensations through my body. I relented, pulling out of her mouth, and sliding out of her tits, leaving her sprawled on the couch panting. 

"Oh Daddy... Daddy Griff, please..." she moaned, writhing on the couch, showing off that body to me. "Take me... any way you want me... I'll be good..."

"I know you will, slut," I said, my voice dark and rough with lust. Grabbing her, I forcefully flipped her on the couch, manhandling that body until she was bent over, knees on the couch and her hands propping her up, that ass and pussy presented to me. 

"Oh God, Daddyyyyyy," Katie practically whined. "Are you gonna fuck me doggy style? You gonna pump me like that, and fuck my pussy so good?" She looked back over her shoulder at me, cheeks flushed, waiting, and I stepped up behind her, rubbing my wet, aching cock on the cheeks of her ass, making her moan louder.

"Oh you're gonna keep fucking teasing me aren't you? Please fuck me... fuck me, fuck me, Daddy!" Her voice was pleading, and I could see from her gleaming thighs that her pussy was soaked by now and ready for another release. I slowly raised my hand, making sure she could see it poised over her ass, made her think she was in for another spanking – and then, suddenly, plunged my rock-hard cock inside that tight, slippery pussy, right to the hilt, my balls resting against her. 

"OH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSS!" Katie screamed, gripping the couch, mouth open in an O of pleasure. "Oh DADDY... fuck me, fuck me fuck me fuck meee..." 

I took a moment to let it sink in; my cock was buried, every inch, inside this velvet-smooth, silky-soft vice-tight pussy of an eighteen-year-old brunette vision of sex, throbbing hard inside her, each pulse sending shudders through her body,

and she was begging for more, for me to take her hard and deep. I didn't intend to waste another second doing anything other than exactly that.

Reaching up, I took Katie's long dark hair in my hand, winding it around my fingers, her head pulling back and her mouth open as she realized I was taking the reins. I ground into her hard, cock stiff, hips rolling, making her whimper with pleasure – and then took complete control. Hammering in and out of her tight little hole, I pulled hard on her thick sheaf of raven hair, making Katie feel every inch buried in her steaming, sopping-wet cunt. Months of sexual frustration, of fantasies about Katie, burst free and I pounded her pussy with complete abandon, making her body quiver and tits shake, and making the couch rock on its feet. 

"Oh Daddy... Daddy... Daddy Griff... OH GOD DADDY, DON'T STOP FUCKING ME!" Katie shrieked, slamming her body back onto my thrusting prick, meeting my movements, skin slapping against skin, taut and firm. She reached back, gripping my forearms as I plowed into her, that sweet and velvety cunt taking everything I had to offer, stretched tight around my length.

"Daddy?" Katie asked between gasps and moans, her head turned to face me, her lips wet and her face rosy with exertion.

"Yes, Katie, baby?" I replied, slowing my speed but not the power of my thrusts, impaling her on cock over and over. 

"Can I ... can I cum? I want to cum so bad..." she groaned.

"Well, let me think about that," I said, a teasing smile on my face, sliding slowly out before slamming home in her pussy once more, making her shriek. "Are you my slut now?" I asked.

"Yes... oh God, yes, Griff, I'm your horny little slut," Katie hissed, relishing the word, the dirty talk. She rolled her hips, moving my dick inside her as she continued. "I only want this big fat Daddy cock inside me, anytime you want it. I'm your whore, day and night, and I'll never charge you a penny, Daddy... just please, take me, own me, brand me, and FUCK me till I cum..."

I was in no mood to argue, and dug my fingers afresh into Katie's lush hips, driving my cock like a jackhammer – long, hard, fast attacks that felt like I was splitting her teen pussy open. Katie lowered her head, hair in a dark curtain around her sweaty face, and took it, biting her lip and groaning with each hard thrust inside her. My own sweat dripping on Katie's perfect ass and lower back, I increased the power and speed of my fucking, and the pitch and frequency of Katie's animal cries increased in tandem; I could tell she was riding her way to orgasm now, and I planned on making it an earth-shattering one. 

"Oh fuck," she exclaimed, her voice incredulous, "don't stop. Daddy, FUCK my slutty little pussy, hurt me so fucking good..." I could feel the muscles of her pussy walls undulating, contracting, bringing her closer and closer, and I released my hold on her hips, grabbing Katie's long hair once more, pulling it forcefully back as I renewed my assault on her tender cunt. Over and over I pounded deeper, and Katie pounded her fists on the couch cushions, body writhing mindlessly in desire. 

"Yes, Daddy, yes, Griff, that's it, keep it right there, oh God – oh GOD I'm... oh FFFUCKKKKK MEEEEEEEEE DADDYYYYY!" came the primal cry from Katie's throat, the bridles of her hair in my hands, leashes to hold my good little doggy slut as she came, gripping me tight, locking my cock inside, buried tight and deep, the sweet juices of her pussy spurting out and down our thighs, each judder and jerk of her body making me cock pulse, a chain reaction lengthening her orgasm and making us ride it out together. I held myself tight inside Katie, pulling her up, my chest against her back and my hands on her round tits, kissing her neck as her breathing began to slow toward normal. 

"Oh Griff," Katie mewed against me, hands in my hair, cupping my face, turning to kiss my cheek. "You didn't cum..." she said, sounding a little disappointed.

"That's because we're not done, babygirl," I said, kissing those full soft lips. "Not by a long shot."



The Sitter



"Hey, thanks for coming over." Nancy stepped back and let Tyler into her parent's house.

He looked around. "You weren't kidding. This looks exactly like it did back in the day." A smile formed as he circled the living room. "This place sure has memories."

"How many years did I babysit you? Three or four?"

"That sounds about right." Tyler put his hands in his pockets, feeling disoriented. Like he had stepped back in time. "How long are your parents in Florida? I would have loved to see them."

"A couple weeks. They go in the fall and spring. It was lucky I ran into you at the coffee shop. I'm otherwise not in town much. Speaking of which, you want a cup?"

"Sure." After she disappeared into the kitchen, Tyler called out, "Actually, is there a Coke in there?"

Nancy returned, grinning; two bottles in hand. "You always drank Cokes. I remember now."

They sat on the couch and reminisced about their school years, now a decade behind them. Nancy was five years older and babysat Tyler while she was in junior high and during freshman year. His parents held Saturday night Bridge games at home with their friends. It was convenient that a neighbor down the street had a teenage girl eager to earn some extra dollars, so young Tyler was shuffled off to Nancy's house nearly every weekend.

Tyler laughed. "I can't believe the things I used to do while you watched TV in here."

"Like what?" Nancy asked, her eyebrows raised. "I thought you were in bed."

"Oh, I'd sneak back out and watch from the kitchen. Sometimes I'd quietly grab a few cookies from the bottom drawer your Mom kept them in.

"Seriously? I can't believe you did that." She shook her head. "I was so clueless then." They sat in silence as they each searched old stashes of remembrances. Nancy's eyes lit up. "Remember that time, you must have been in fourth grade, when you wandered in here in your PJs because you felt sick. I was so busy studying for a huge math test I just brushed it off. I figured you were just being your usual annoying self. No offense." 

Tyler waved it off and laughed. "Yes, you weren't too happy with me. I remember after about the 3rd or 4th time I tapped your shoulder you lost it and gave me quite a walloping."

"I felt so bad about that. I was at my wits end. I remember hearing you cry yourself to sleep and could hardly concentrate. For what it's worth, I totally bombed the exam. I'm so sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure I deserved it." Tyler put his Coke on the coffee table. "If not for that night, then another."

"The worst part was that you really were sick. A raging fever of 104." Nancy rolled her eyes. "What a dork I was. If they had babysitting classes back then I might have at least checked your temperature or something. Called someone."

Tyler shrugged. "I lived."

Nancy smiled and looked him over. "Yes. Thankfully."

He blushed. Then exhaled and blushed deeper, clearly remembering another story.

"What?" Nancy asked.

"I was just thinking about that spanking you gave me." Tyler paused, considering his words. "It left quite an impression."

Nancy nodded. "Well, that was the intention."

"No...I mean, it turned me on."

"Really?"

"You probably couldn't tell. And I quickly forgot about any excitement once you started in on my bare bottom. But later, in the middle of the night, I awoke. My ass still felt like it was on fire. Very warm. As I rubbed it, I had..." He looked at the ceiling. "A reaction."

Nancy leaned in, breathing heavier. "What kind of reaction."

"Let's just say I did something I had never done before."

Her jaw dropped, and laughed. "You masturbated? Oh, you bad little boy!"

Tyler nodded, amused, and took a long sip from his Coke, then noticed Nancy looking at him strangely. "What?"

"Just an intriguing thought. Be right back." She stood and went down the hall to the bedrooms. She came back with a pair of plaid cotton pajamas. "These are my brother's, for when he stays over to watch the house if I can't. You're about the same size."

"I don't understand."

"I'm thinking we might redo that night. Correct a few things."

Tyler's eyes widened. "Yeah?"

"Starting with the things you got away with."

"Ah, I get it." He grabbed the pajamas and almost ran to bedrooms to change. 

Nancy watched him rush down the hall. "Oh, you will," she said as she pulled a chair from the dining room table and turned it to face out.

***

Tyler padded into the living room and found Nancy sitting on the chair. She had pulled her skirt up over knees revealing more of her patterned black stockings. When she motioned for him to come over, his stomach flip-flopped. He stopped next to her and she looked up. Their eyes met in intense stare, as if they stood on the brink of something scary. And exciting. 

"How many cookies did you take?" Nancy said flatly.

"Cookies?" He open his hands, confused, and showed her. "I didn't take any."

"I heard the bottom drawer open and close."

"But..." Then Tyler understood. He looked at the floor. "Oh."

Nancy pointed at the growing bump in the front of Tyler's pants. "What's that?"

He looked down and felt warmth wash over his face. "Nothing."

"Young man, that's the second lie you've just told me. It's not 'nothing.'" She stole a quick glance up at him and made an "Oh my God" face, then just as quickly recomposed herself. "You know what happens to bad boys who lie, don't you?"

Tyler felt his legs tremble, remembering what had transpired the first time. He took a step back, and had a thought. "But I feel sick."

Nancy looked up and slowly nodded. "Sick, huh?" She got up. "We'll see about that."

After a minute of rustling down the hall, she returned with some things concealed in her hand. She sat back down, raised her skirt again, even higher, and placed on her thigh a small jar of Vaseline and a clear plastic tube. Tyler felt an anxious surge as he watched her extract an old glass thermometer from the tube and swirl the tip in the Vaseline jar. He noticed a further tightening of his pajama pants.

"I'm going to take your temperature to see how sick you really are. You better not be lying again. I want you to bend over my lap. She pulled down his pajama pants and watched his cock spring free. "Oh my," she mumbled, momentarily distracted. She cleared her throat and pulled him over by the hand.

Tyler positioned himself over Nancy's silky thighs. He felt them part slightly and he allowed himself to slide in between them. He gasped when he felt her strong thighs close tight around his stiff cock. He was stuck with his feet off the floor and his hands on the chair rung. He couldn't move. 

Suddenly he felt Nancy's greased fingertip move between his bottom cheeks followed by the thin glass thermometer sliding in. A pause of several quiet minutes passed and his mind wrapped around the sensations he was feeling - Nancy's soft, warm hand resting on his bottom, her other hand slowly twirling the thermometer and sliding it slightly in and out, and the prickly excitement spreading though the length of his cock as he gently moved it up and down in the confines of her lap.

Without warning, he felt the glass tube slide out and her thighs part. "Oh, fuck," he groaned as he felt a bead of pre-cum form from the sensations in his bottom and freedom of his cock dangling and bumping against her soft inner thigh. He fought the overwhelming urge to grind it home against her lap, wanting all the sensations to last. In the half-second he forced to fill his mind with thoughts of a bleak cold tundra, a sharp slap stung across his cheeks.

"Language, young man!" Nancy said.

Her shockingly quick and painful response yanked his thoughts from his cock to his present predicament. A situation he realized may not have been so smart. He doesn't know Nancy anymore. She's not a kid anymore. She could have changed in an infinite number of ways.

"98.6," Nancy said. "You're not sick at all."

'Well of course not. We were just joking about..." A rapid volley of stinging spanks across his bare, upturned bottom cut off his words and were replaced with yelps and protests. 

Nancy spoke over his pleading. "Enough of your lies and shenanigans. You're getting a sound spanking and then going straight to bed." Her palm danced back and forth from one reddening cheek to the other. "I know you've been sneaking peeks at the TV too, so no more shows for you either."

Genuine remorse and a little fear stuck in Tyler's throat as he remembered all the things he could have, and should have, been caught doing. He realized with his offhanded confession to Nancy earlier, he was in for a long session over her lap. She was bigger and stronger, and seemed to still carry a touch of annoyance from his antics years ago. He grit his teeth and let the tears of remorse find their way down his face he settled into a long, and to be truthful, overdue punishment.

***

The room was as quiet as it was dark. Just a line of dim light under the door and the low mumble of a TV in another room. Tyler moved his face from a damp circle on his pillow. How long had he laid here? He must have fallen asleep. He reached down and felt his bottom. The heat, familiar as that day long ago, lingered. It would likely remain until at least morning, judging from the last time. He liked that. A literally warm reminder of Nancy's firm handiwork. And that she was looking out for him. Cared about what he did. He felt another trickle off his cheek. 

As he rubbed the soreness from his thrashed skin, his thoughts were joined by images of Nancy's stocking-clad thighs stretching out from her skirt as he laid over them, feeling them against his stomach, soft but solid, squeezing his cock. He felt a stirring between his own thighs. The storyboard zoomed out and now Nancy sat on the chair, beckoning him. He stiffened more. Time moved backwards and he saw her waiting in line at the coffee shop that morning. His first look drawn to her alluring clothes then to the recognition he found in her face. A look of joyful intrigue and promise that brought him here. Was he in her bed? 

He wondered why her control had always excited him. His fingers unsnapped the waist of the pajama pants. He exhaled deeply with the sudden freeing of his needy clock. His fingers had just wrapped around when a gentle click froze him. The light below the door spread and a silhouette appeared in the doorway. 

Nancy. 

A wave dread washed over. What now? He quickly let go and closed his eyes, pretending to sleep. His stomach fell. Another lie. The bed shifted and he felt Nancy climb under the comforter. He felt her hand move along his body until she found what she sought. She wrapped her fingers around it and pressed her naked body against him. Her lips found his and they kissed, awkwardly at first, but then with an appetite. Hands tangling in each other's hair, pulling their mouths together so tight, trying to merge. Her mouth released and their arms wrapped around, body against body, heads pressed together. Tyler felt Nancy breathe by his ear, then a whisper as his fingers found what he sought. "Good boy."

THE END