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One Week with Mr. Hansen Ch. 01

By: lily_ann



I could hear my parents talking on the patio in the back when I got home from school. It was a gorgeous day in June, the kind that made me extra glad to be done school for the day, and made me just want to drop my books into a corner somewhere and sit outside next to the pool, enjoying the unusually warm spring day. However, for some reason, both my parents were home, so it looked like I'd spend most of the evening studying for my final exams, the first one being the next week.

I was almost done my final year of school, and I was itching to get out of it. I had already decided what I wanted to do next year, and I had earned enough credits and all my requirements by the first semester. I didn't need any of the classes I was taking, but my parents were insistent that I finish the school year. Even though I had turned eighteen in February and could have just gone against them and left school, I wanted live at home until I got on my feet so that I would never have to deal with loans or anything during university. If I left high school early, my parents wouldn't let me do that.

"Is that you, Claire?" my mom called.

"Yeah," I answered, kicking my shoes off and walking through the kitchen to talk to her. I could see her and my dad sitting on the patio, and I was surprised to see my dad's best friend, Mr. Hansen, sitting with them. "Hi, Mr. Hansen," I said. "I didn't know you were here." I was pretty happy to see him. Mr. Hansen was a great guy. He was always so nice to me, and he wasn't bad to look at, either. You couldn't tell he was even close to the same age as my dad, except for the fact that his hair was starting to grey. He was recently single, too, which had triggered a fantasy or two for me in the past as I ignored the fact that he was old enough to be my father, and would never think of me as anything more than his friend's daughter.

"Can you come out here and sit with us for a few minutes, honey?" my mom asked. I froze, my hand resting on the handle of the refrigerator. Her tone sounded nervous, and I immediately assumed the worst.

"What's wrong?" I asked, turning around quickly and opening the patio door. I stepped out, standing in front of my parents. "Did something happen?"

My mom glanced at my dad, and he rolled his eyes at her. "Jesus, Deb, you sound like someone died." He looked back at me. "Claire, your mom and I are going on a cruise."

I smiled, relieved that no one had, in fact, died, but also happy for them. "That's great!" I said. "Is Mr. Hansen going with you?"

My mom looked at my dad again. "Well, actually, honey," she said. "Jeff is going to stay here with you."

My smile faded and I paused. "I'm old enough to stay home by myself," I said. I tried not to get angry, not wanting to embarrass myself in front of Mr. Hansen.

"We know you are," my dad said. "But we don't want to leave you by yourself for a whole week, and..."

"You just don't trust me. Don't bother making excuses." I could feel my face flushing a little bit as I tried to swallow my anger. "What do you think I'll do, trash the house?"

"It's not you we don't trust," my mom said. "But if someone found out you were here by yourself..."

"If it makes you feel better," Mr. Hansen suddenly said as I opened my mouth to retort, "I would really appreciate it. I've been pretty lonely since Mike moved out after college and Denise left." I shut my mouth. Denise was Mr. Hansen's ex-wife, and though I didn't know the details, I know she had left him and that he was living by himself in their old house. 

"It's only for a week," my mom said. "We thought you could use the company, and if you need help studying for your finals, Jeff can help you." 

There were a thousand things I wanted to say to them -- that I wasn't a kid, that I didn't need supervision, that my finals were stupid anyways -- but I kept my mouth shut. My dad had the look in his eyes that this was a final decision, and Mr. Hansen was sitting right there. I didn't want to offend him. 

"Fine," I said dejectedly. I turned around, starting to go back into the house. I didn't want to talk to them anymore, but both my parents stood up.

"Honey..." my mom said. I stopped, not turning to look at her.

"What?" I asked. 

"Well... Mr. Hansen is going to drive us to the airport now."

I whirled around. "You're leaving tonight?!" I blurted. 

"We just decided to go a couple days ago, and we didn't know for sure if Mr. Hansen could stay with you until earlier today," she answered. 

I took a deep breath, trying not to freak out. My parents hadn't even told me they were leaving, and they were just springing it on me right before they left. I was so angry with them, I didn't want to even say goodbye.

"I'm going to Jenny's," I said, slamming the patio doors behind me.

"Claire!" my dad shouted. "You're staying here. You have an exam to study for!"

"It's Friday!" I shouted back. 

My parents and Mr. Hansen came into the house behind me. "Claire, don't be like that," my mom said. "Look, we don't expect you to be home all the time, but Jeff is here to make sure you study for your exams, and you have one on Monday. You're not going out this weekend."

"Monday is the last day of class, Mom. My test is on Thursday, and I'm ready enough as it is!" I protested. 

"You're staying home, and that's final. While we're gone, Jeff is your guardian, and you are going to do what he says, do you understand?" my dad said. 

"He didn't say I couldn't go out," I argued.

"We're not gone yet," my dad said. 

I almost screamed in frustration and ran up to my room. "Claire, please..." my mom called after me. "We don't want to leave on bad terms!"

I slammed the door to my bedroom and threw myself on my bed. I couldn't believe they were doing this to me, treating me like an absolute child. My parents had always been a little strict with me, but this was ridiculous. My heart was pounding and I was almost shaking. I couldn't believe that I was eighteen and being restricted to my house with a babysitter for the week. A couple minutes later, my mom knocked on the door.

"Honey, I know you're mad. We're just trying to do what's best for you," she said, standing in the doorway. I didn't reply. "Could you at least hug me goodbye? I know you're mad but I'm still going to miss you."

I debated just staying on my bed, but it was my mom. I got up reluctantly and she entered my room, hugging me tightly. "I'll call if we get a chance once we're on the boat. Try to be nice to Jeff, he's here because we asked him, it's not his fault."

"Whatever, Mom," I answered. 

She squeezed me once more. "I love you, honey. Are you going to come down and say goodbye to your father?"

I shrugged. "Send my regards," I said sarcastically.

My mom sighed and left the room. I sat back down on my bed, glaring at the wall in front of me. A few moments later, there was another knock on my door. 

"Can I come in?" I glanced up, expecting my dad, but it was Mr. Hansen.

"I guess," I answered. I was a little embarrassed to see him after making a scene, but he looked like he understood.

"I know you don't want me here this week," he started, "but I really do appreciate it. It gets lonely living alone, and maybe we can ignore why I'm actually here and just try to have fun together." I shrugged in response. "Well, I just want to tell you that if you really want to go to your friend's, go ahead. It is Friday, after all. Just be back here by midnight -- I don't want to get into too much trouble with your parents."

I looked up at him. He smiled, and I knew he was just trying to be the "good cop" after my parents had made me so mad. I also knew that midnight was an hour later of a curfew than the one my parents would have set, and I knew that he knew that too. He was trying to get on my good side. At the moment, I didn't really care, so I smiled sweetly. "Thanks, Mr. Hansen," I said, mustering up the sweetest voice I could. 

He grinned. "Well, I'm about to drive your parents to the airport. Why don't you come down and say goodbye?"

With the same phoney, plastic, sweet smile plastered on my face, I followed him downstairs. My parents were standing in the doorway.

I said goodbye to them and watched as my dad and Mr. Hansen loaded their suitcases in his car. I sat on the front steps and waved nicely as they pulled out of the driveway and drove away. I waited until they had undoubtedly left our subdivision before I stood up and walked into the house.

It was still early, and I knew it would be a couple of hours before Mr. Hansen got back. So I took my time getting ready to go to Jenny's, sending her a text message and letting her know that I wanted to go out. Both of us had fake ID's, and I fully intended on using mine that night. I took a shower and dressed in my favourite bar outfit. I usually had to wait until I got to Jenny's house to put it on, but since my parents weren't home, I could wear it until I went over. It consisted of a black mini-skirt that flared out a bit at the bottom and a low cut pink halter top. I glanced in the mirror as I dressed, turning around and looking over my shoulder. I loved the way my ass looked in this skirt. I think my ass is probably my best feature, and I always dress to try and show it off. It's not too big, but round and firm. I turned back around, looking at myself from the front. My breasts weren't too bad, but they were a little small for my liking. The reason I loved this shirt was because I didn't need a bra, and it made my tits look a lot bigger than they actually were. It also had an empire waist that hid the fact that I had a bit of a tummy. I had been working hard to flatten my stomach, but it just wasn't happening. 

I added a pair of knee-high black boots to my outfit and put my hair up, showing off the curve of my neck and my tanned back before putting on far more makeup than I usually did. By the time I finished, it was almost dinner time, and I called Jenny to see when she was going to pick me up so we could go for dinner before going to the club.

She showed up a half hour later, her brother having driven her over to pick us up. I grabbed my purse and ran out of the house, giving her a hug as she got out of the car. "I can't believe they got you a babysitter!" was the first thing she said.

I rolled my eyes. "I know," I replied. "Whatever, it's not like he's my father. Let's go!" 

Jenny got into the car next to me and I could see her brother looking at me in the rear view mirror. Jenny's brother had always had a crush on me, but he was a bit of a nerd. He was in his third year of college, and I'm pretty sure the closest he'd ever gotten to breasts was looking down my shirt. I ignored him and grinned at Jenny.

Her bar clothes were far better than mine, mainly because her parents didn't care what she wore out, nor that she had a fake ID. She was wearing a tight black dress that clung to her tight body nicely. Jenny had wonderful tits, the kind that every girl wishes she had until gravity kicks in. They must have been D's at least, and on Jenny's slim frame, they looked huge. She always complained that she looked like she was going to tip forward because she had no ass, and I always teased that if someone put the two of us together, we'd have the perfect package -- with her huge tits, my round ass, her long red hair, and my bright eyes, we would have been the perfect girl. I would feel kind of bad for the person who would be left with my stomach and Jenny's ass, though. 

I didn't feel exceptionally awkward checking Jenny out. We had been best friends since we were kids, and I had done a lot more than just look at her a number of times. The first time we had used our fake ID's, two guys who were probably in their late twenties told us they'd pay our tabs if we'd make out for them. They were stupid. We would have done it for free. Another time, a guy told us that we could go with him to the VIP room if I'd suck on Jenny's breasts. That was a lot of fun. I remember so clearly rolling down the top of her tight little dress and taking her breasts out of the lacy, strapless bra before licking and sucking on the top of her tits, moving my lips teasingly down to her large pink nipples and flicking my tongue against them. I think the guy nearly creamed himself. Jenny and I didn't care about being shy around each other. We both found the other attractive and loved to try things together. She was the first person I ever came with, the first person who licked my pussy, the first pussy I ever licked. That didn't stop us from dating guys, of course. Jenny got laid almost every weekend. She loved sex, and I loved hearing about her adventures with her sex buddies. I liked it too, but I wasn't as into having random sex. I had lost my virginity with my first serious boyfriend and slept with two guys since him, both of which I slept with numerous times. Jenny slept with numerous guys numerous times. I don't think I could keep track of all the guys she had slept with.

Jenny's brother dropped us off at a restaurant not far from the club we wanted to go to. Even though I had seen her earlier at school, we talked the whole time. 

"So what's your babysitter like?" she asked after the waiter had brought us our meals.

"Mr. Hansen?" I said. "He's nice. Except for the fact that he's supposed to be babysitting me. He tried that whole 'I'll let you go out even though your parents said no' thing to get on my good side. I mean, he's a good guy, he's friends with my parents and I've known him since I was born, but I'm still bummed that he has to stay with me."

"Too bad," Jenny said, taking a sip of her martini. "Is he at least hot?"

I laughed. "God, do you ever just keep it in your pants?" 

She shrugged. "I'm not wearing pants. So is he?"

"He's the same age as my dad," I answered, pausing. I wasn't sure that I wanted to admit to Jenny how attractive I found him. It might lead to a conversation about how I found a lot of older men attractive, and I had a feeling that might be awkward. "But he's kind of got that silver fox thing going for him."

She raised her eyebrows suggestively. "Sounds like he could be a good time," she said.

"I'm sure you'd love for me to introduce you," I said. 

She laughed. "I'm just saying, maybe make things interesting. Loosen up. God, the last time you were with someone it was probably me. And it's a little obvious that you want him."

I just laughed and kept eating my meal. 

We finished our meal and sat around for awhile, just talking while we ordered drinks. We definitely got a lot of stares from people who came in, but Jenny didn't even notice, and I didn't really care. I kept thinking about what she said about Mr. Hansen and making things interesting. He probably hadn't been with anyone in ages, and he really did have the "silver fox" thing going for him, as Jenny had said. Jenny noticed I was distracted, and just laughed at me. "That's a sign you need to get laid," she said.

"What is?" I asked.

"That you're still thinking about your babysitter, even though we're not even talking about that anymore."

"Stop saying he's my babysitter," I grumbled. I hated the fact that she was right. I hated the fact that I was getting a little bit hot thinking about Mr. Hansen even more. 

She laughed again before checking her cell phone for the time. "Come on, let's head over to the club."

The club was already packed when we got there, even though it wasn't that late at all, and almost immediately after we walked in, someone sent drinks to Jenny and I. We looked over to see a group of guys grinning at us. Jenny smiled back, looking at me. "They're cute," she shouted over the music. I had to agree. The group of them walked over after they saw Jenny smile at them, and they sat with us at our table.

"How are you fine looking ladies doing tonight?" shouted one. 

"Great," Jenny replied. 

"How old are you girls?" said another, the one sitting next to me.

"I'm 22," answered Jenny. "My friend here is 21. Her birthday is next week so I'm taking her out!"

"Well happy birthday!" said the guy next to me. He put his arm around my shoulders. "I'm Tyson. Let me get you another drink, birthday girl."

I laughed. Jenny and I always played this game. One time, she would be the older one, taking me out for my birthday. The next time, I would be. It ensured that by the end of the night, neither of us would have paid for many drinks. After all, the birthday girl can't pay for her own drinks, and one of the guys who hit on us would undoubtedly pay for the other person's -- after all, the birthday girl is getting all the attention, so someone has to pay attention to her. 

We had a few more drinks with the group of guys before Jenny and I excused ourselves to the washroom. By this point, I was pretty tipsy -- each guy in the group had insisted on buying a drink for me. I think Jenny was a little drunk, too. One of the guys was definitely interested in her, and had paid for every drink she ordered. We spent a little time in the bathroom before we went back out, and Jenny insisted that we go and dance. We started dancing together, before the group of guys came onto the dance floor and joined us. 

I love to dance. I love to dance with Jenny even more. I love to dance with Jenny and then with a very hot guy even more than that. The guy who had been sitting with me, Tyson, came up behind me as Jenny and I were dancing and put his hands on my hips, pulling me away from her slightly. I giggled and put my hands on top of his, moving back against him and grinding my ass against him. He took that as a sign that he could move his hands however he wanted, and he started to rub them up and down my sides as I moved against him. Jenny looked over the shoulder of the guy she was dancing with and grinned at me. To her, any guy worth dancing with was worth sleeping with.

I kept dancing with the guy for quite awhile. I think he was incredibly aware that he was teasing me with his body, because the more he moved his hands, the more I rolled my hips, grinding my ass against him. It wasn't long before I felt something getting hard behind me, and I giggled. He must have known I felt his cock pressing against my ass, because he moved his hands up to cup my tits and leaned down to kiss my neck. "You're getting me hot," he said into my ear. 

I grinned, turning my head and nipping his earlobe playfully. "Is that so?" I replied teasingly. "I hadn't noticed."

I had more than noticed. The feel of his cock pressing against me was sending tingles all through my body, and I knew that my thong was starting to get damp. I kept moving against him as he moved his hands against my tits, pushing his hips against my ass as he rubbed my nipples, which were starting to poke through my halter top. I moaned softly in his ear as he touched me and he started to suck on my neck. He kept pinching my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my halter top, and eventually let one of his hands trail back down to my skirt. He slipped his hand underneath it, most of my ass bare as I only had a little thong on. He cupped my round ass as he lifted the hem of my skirt just enough to press the bulge in his pants against my crack. I was tingling, my pussy dripping wet. The dance floor was crowded and everyone surrounding us were his friends. I knew if anyone saw what I was about to do, we'd be kicked out, but I also knew that we were near the center of the dance floor and security couldn't see anything but his hand on my breast, which was perfectly okay so long as I wasn't showing anything. So I reached behind me, the fabric of my skirt loose enough to cover my hand and the bare part of my ass as he was pressed so close to it. I undid his pants quickly and expertly with one hand and I heard him groan in my ear. My hand slipped into the front of his boxers and I pulled his cock out of the hole in the front of them. It was rock hard and I pressed it against my crack, gasping as I pressed him against my bare skin. I pulled my hand away from him, still grinding against him, feeling his cock sliding up between my ass cheeks.


One Week with Mr. Hansen Ch. 01



"Fuck..." I heard him whisper in my ear, and both his hands moved to my hips again, pulling me back against him as he started to move harder against me. We ground against each other like that for awhile. I loved the feel of his cock against my ass. My pussy was dripping, so wet that I could feel it dripping onto my inner thigh. Tyson had his head buried in my neck as he pushed against me. "Baby... you're gonna make me cum," he finally said. "I don't know where you want me to..."

I reached behind me again, still grinding against him as I moved my hand just over top of his cock so he wouldn't spurt onto my skirt. Tyson suddenly groaned and shuddered, and I felt his hot cum shoot against my hand and onto my ass. He bit down softly on my neck, sucking on the same spot a moment later as he came. "Put your cock away," I whispered, giggling, and he reached down, quickly tucking himself back in his pants. I wiped as much of his cum off my ass as I could and moved away from him, pulling my hand out from under my skirt and cupping it. "I'm gonna wash my hand," I told him, and I walked off the dance floor, hoping no one would notice the sticky white substance coating my hand.

I made it to the bathroom quickly and washed my hands. My pussy was still dripping and I needed to cum so badly. As I washing my hands, Jenny came into the bathroom. "You disappeared," she said, grinning at me.

"I'll tell you about it later," I replied. 

Her mouth dropped open. "Sounds like a good story. Come pee with me," she said, pushing open one of the stalls. Jenny and I often shared a stall when we were at the bar. After all, with all we'd done together, what was watching each other pee?

That wasn't what either of us had in mind. Jenny wanted to hear my story, but what I wanted was her fingers. I followed her into the bathroom and shut the door behind us. "I need help," I told her quietly, and I lifted up my skirt.

Jenny grinned at me. "You naughty girl," she teased, and immediately slid her fingers into my thong. I sighed as I felt her familiar fingers moving against my clit, dipping a finger into my pussy. She didn't tease, thankfully -- she knew what I needed. Jenny moved her hand fast and hard and I tilted my head back, trying to keep quiet and not alert anyone else in the bathroom as to what was happening in our stall. She pushed two fingers into me, rubbing my clit with her thumb, and soon I was about ready to cum. An image of Mr. Hansen suddenly popped into my mind, and instead of Jenny's fingers, I could almost feel his fingers rubbing me. I made a small noise and Jenny used her other hand to cover my mouth as I gasped, feeling my orgasm suddenly rocking through my body. My knees buckled and I had to lean against the wall of the stall so I wouldn't fall over. Her expert fingers never stopped moving through my orgasm and when I finally started to come down, she was stroking my pussy lightly. I grinned at her, trying to clear the image of Mr. Hansen from my mind. I was shaking a bit as I thought of him, not entirely sure why I had been thinking about him, but knowing that Jenny had been right -- I definitely wanted to sleep with him. 

"Thanks," I whispered, clearing my throat.

"I want the dirty, nasty details later," she said, letting me adjust my skirt before she opened the stall door and went to the sink to wash her hand. "Just so you know, I might end up going home with Dan. That's the guy I was dancing with. He had a hard-on the whole time we were dancing and from the feel of it, he's hung like a horse." I laughed and she shrugged. "But he's the DD, so whenever we go, I'll still be able to give you a ride home."

"That's perfect," I said. She dried her hands off and we left the bathroom. Jenny's new friend Dan was talking with Tyson, and they both looked up at us when they saw us. Tyson blushed, and I knew he must have been telling Dan, but I just grinned at him. I didn't really care if he told his friends. Let the guy brag -- it's what they do, and I wasn't going to be a stuck up bitch about it. If I was a stuck up bitch, it wouldn't have happened in the first place.

I let Tyson buy me a couple more drinks while Jenny made out with Dan. He and I made out for a little while, but I had no plans of going home with Tyson -- like I said, Jenny's the one who's into that. I did end up giving him my cell number, though, and we talked a bit when he wasn't slipping his tongue in my mouth. He was a good kisser, and a nice guy, but I couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Hansen the whole time I was kissing him. I kept wishing that his lips were Mr. Hansen's. Though, I was still enjoying myself, and I was a little sad when Jenny pulled on my arm. "I need to get fucked. Now," she said to me. "I just had my hand in his pants and it's huge, Claire. It is fucking huge."

I laughed. Dan was driving Tyson home too, so I followed them out of the club. Tyson had his hands on my ass as I walked in front of him, and I giggled as he kissed my neck, making me stumble as we walked. I climbed in the backseat of his car and Tyson got in next to me, pulling me close to him so we could resume making out. He finally moved his hand into the low cut V of my halter, cupping his hand around my breast. I let him kiss down my neck and lick the tops of my tits as he pulled my breast out, moving his lips around my nipple and sucking gently. As he sucked on my tit, his hand moved under my skirt, pushing my thong aside so he could run his fingers along my slit. He plunged one inside almost immediately and I tried to keep quiet, but I couldn't help moan softly. I heard Jenny laugh from the front seat but I didn't care as Tyson fingered me. My pussy was dripping. His technique was okay, nothing like Jenny's, but I was so wet that I could feel myself building up again.

Suddenly, the car stopped. "We're at your place, Claire," Jenny said. Tyson pulled his finger from my pussy and I had to swallow to keep myself from groaning in frustration.

"Well," I whispered breathily. "It was nice to meet you."

He laughed and leaned forward to kiss me. "We'll continue another time, I promise," he said. I grinned at him.

Jenny turned around in her seat and held her arms out for a hug. I hugged her and she pulled my face close to hers, kissing me hard as both boys watched. I knew she was just teasing them, but I went along with it. "I'll call you tomorrow," she promised, and I giggled as I got out of the car. 

I walked toward the house as Dan pulled away, adjusting my clothes. The porch light was on, but I figured Mr. Hansen had gone to bed. Once I got onto the front step, I undid my boots, slipping out of them quietly before I opened the front door. 

The front hall was dark and I was sure Mr. Hansen had gone to sleep. I turned the porch light off and gently lay my boots on the floor before turning to go up the stairs. I had only taken a couple of quiet steps when the living room light flicked on. 

I whirled around and saw Mr. Hansen sitting on the couch, looking at me. "I thought I said midnight," he said. "Do you know what time it is?"

The truth was that I didn't, but I also didn't care. "Come on, Mr. Hansen," I said, rolling my eyes. "I'm 18. I don't have a curfew."

He stood up, walking into the front hall. "It's 2:30, Claire. I went against your parents' wishes to let you go out tonight. You weren't even at Jenny's. I called her house hours ago and her parents didn't even know where you were. You didn't have your cell phone with you. Did you have any idea how worried I was?"

"God, Mr. H, you're not my father," I laughed, my words a little slurred.

"Are you drunk?" he exclaimed. "Were you at a bar?"

"So what if I was?" I answered. "Calm down. I'm just gonna go to bed and whatever." I started to go up the stairs.

Mr. Hansen reached out and grabbed my wrist. "No, Claire. I know you're not happy with this arrangement but you have to respect what I say. You're out a bar when you're not old enough to drink, dressed in clothes that I know your parents probably don't know about, and you come home drunk. What do you think you're doing?"

"Fuck!" I yelled. "Mr. Hansen, you're not my father."

"I might as well be!" he yelled back. "I'm in charge and I can see why your parents think you need a babysitter."

"A babysitter," I scoffed, trying to get my hand out of his grasp. "What's next, gonna give me a spanking? Mr. man-who-thinks-I'm-your-daddy?"

He flushed red. "If you're going to act like a child, I might as well treat you like one." He suddenly pulled me hard. I stumbled off the stairs, but he caught me and sat down in the chair we had in the hall, pulling me over his lap.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I screeched, trying to squirm off his lap. 

He held me down with one hand and pulled my miniskirt up with the other one, exposing my mostly-bare ass. A second later, I felt his hand come down hard on my ass, making a loud slap. I shrieked as my ass started to sting, but it was more from the shock that he had taken what I said seriously. "That's for not listening to me," he said, and as I squirmed, he brought his hand down again. "That's for being a disrespectful child." I felt tears sting in my eyes as my ass stung, and he brought it down again. "That's for dressing like a complete and total slut." He paused for a moment. "Claire, is that cum on your ass?" His fingers touched a spot on my ass, wiping the sticky spot. I started to sob, humiliated that he had seen it. He lifted his hand and brought it down. "That's for being a complete and total slut." He did it twice more, fast. "That's for being a dirty slut. You can't even wash the cum off your ass?"

He spanked my ass a few more times, and I was sobbing so hard that I didn't hear the reasons for those ones. My ass was stinging and I was sure the skin was pink. But what was worse, and the reason behind why I was sobbing so hard, was because I could feel my nipples hardening, and each time his hand touched my ass, I felt my clit throb. My already-damp panties were soaking now, and my juices were dripping down my legs again. I couldn't believe that Mr. Hansen was giving me a spanking and I was completely humiliated, but at the same time, I couldn't get enough of it.

He was saying something, and his hand came down especially hard. "Do you understand?"

"Y-yes," I said quietly, tears running down my cheeks. 

He slapped my ass three times hard and fast. "I said, do you understand?" he shouted.

"Yes, Daddy!" I screamed. 

My words hung in the air for a moment and I could almost feel Mr. Hansen's hand poised above my ass, hanging in the air, but it didn't come down. I could feel his eyes on me, and I was sure he was staring at my round ass sticking up in the air, pink from his own hand.

"Oh Jesus," I heard him whisper. "Claire... I'm... I..."

I knew he was trying to apologise, but I didn't want to hear it. "Please touch my pussy," I whispered, my face flushing.

"What?" he asked, completely in shock.

"Please," I said again, hanging my head down in embarrassment. "I can't take it... please touch my pussy, Daddy."

He didn't say anything, but I felt his hands on my stinging ass, rubbing the tender skin gently before he slid his fingers down between my legs. "Jesus Christ," he said. "You're soaking wet." His hands moved up to the waistband of my tiny thong and he pulled it down my legs, leaving it just around my knees as he pushed my legs apart and rubbed his fingers along my slit. I moaned softly as he rubbed me, and I could feel his hands shaking as he touched me. Tyson had left me so close to cumming before, and for some reason, having Mr. Hansen spank me like that had gotten me so hot that I couldn't contain myself. I wanted nothing more than to move off his lap and just start to fuck him. His fingers teased me as he moved them along my slit, collecting my juices, doing more for me in the couple moments was touching me than Tyson's fingers had done for me all night.

"I need them inside me," I whispered. "For God's sake, Mr. Hansen," I said when he didn't do anything. I pushed up against his fingers. "Stick your fucking fingers in me!"

"That's 'Daddy' to you," he said, still torturing me with his fingers. "And I'm not sticking my fingers in any naughty little girls who don't ask nicely."

I moaned. "Please..." I gasped. I couldn't believe what was happening. It felt surreal. I couldn't believe I had just gotten the spanking of my life from him and was now trying to get him to finger-fuck me. I couldn't believe he wanted me to call him Daddy. The word sent a shock through my body and I wasn't sure what would happen if I let it roll past my lips.

"Please what?" he said. His voice shook a bit and I knew he must be as shocked as I was, but his fingers just kept teasing my slit.

"Please put your fingers in my pussy... D-Daddy?" I asked softly.

He groaned and slipped a finger inside me. I moaned and lifted myself slightly off his lap to push it further in. His other hand was on my lower back, holding me down, and as he fingered me, I felt something start to press into my stomach. Mr. Hansen's cock was hardening quickly beneath me, and I could hardly keep myself from moaning as I felt it pressing against me. He moved his finger a little faster in my cunt, and I had the feeling that he couldn't take his eyes off my ass, which felt like it was on fire and was probably nearly glowing pink. 

"Claire..." he whispered, his movements stopping suddenly. "I'm sorry I spanked you... but this isn't right." He started to pull his hand away from me and I groaned. 

"No... don't stop," I answered. "Mr. Han -- I mean, Daddy... please... I don't care, I want it so bad..." 

"Stop calling me Daddy," he whispered, and I felt his bulge twitch. He started to help me off his lap, and once I was standing, I glanced down at his lap once I was standing. There was no doubt that he was rock hard. 

"Why? You like it," I said. He opened his mouth to protest and I groaned, exasperated. "Fuck, Mr. Hansen. I'll make you a deal. I won't tell my parents you spanked me if you... if you just fuck me right now." 

He paused. "I could just tell them you came home late."

"That's a little less important compared to you giving me a spanking," I replied. "Why are you turning me down? Do you... do you not want to?" I blushed as I realised that might be the case, and I reached down to pull my panties back up, as they were still around my knees. "Oh God, you don't want to... I'm so embarrassed..."

"Claire, please," he said. "But you're drunk and you're 18! I'm almost 50. Your parents would kill me."

"You think I'd tell them?" I asked. "'Oh, by the way, Mom and Dad, while you were away, I got really horny when Mr. Hansen spanked me and then we fucked.' Yeah, that would go over well on my part, too." Mr. Hansen looked torn, still sitting in the chair, and I moved closer to him, his face almost in line with my breasts. "Please, Mr. Hansen? I'll call you Daddy if you really like it. I kind of like it." He groaned and I knew he was torn. "You can't just start something like this and not finish!" I exclaimed. "Now, we both know that if we don't fuck, I'm gonna go up to my room and finger the hell out of my cunt and you're going to go to the guest room and jack off. So why not..."

"Shit, Claire, don't say that," he said. 

I stopped mid-sentence and blushed. There was no way he could be turning me down like this if he really wanted me. He must have thought I was ridiculous. I felt ridiculous, and I couldn't stop the embarrassment from rolling through my entire body, my face and neck probably beet red. "I'm sorry," I whispered, tears springing in my eyes as I became acutely aware of the stinging on my ass and the fact that my pussy juice was dripping down my leg. It only served to humiliate me more. I turned and ran up the stairs, my face burning. Mr. Hansen didn't follow.

I got to my room and pushed the door closed behind me. I was making an idiot of myself and I knew it. I burst into tears again and sat on my bed. I should have just gone home with Tyson. I'd be in a lot more trouble, but I wouldn't have acted like that in front of Mr. Hansen, and he wouldn't be sitting downstairs thinking I was just a horny teenage slut. I was horny, but that was beside the point. I was humiliated, and that was overtaking any other emotion at the moment.

I stripped out of my bar clothes, just leaving my little thong on, and crawled under the covers in my bed, tears streaming down my face. I rolled onto my side, my back away from the door as I slid my panties out of the way, not wanting to take them off. I plunged a finger into my cunt, rocking against my hand as I furiously worked my wet hole, sobbing the entire time as I tried to comfort myself by bringing on an orgasm. I could almost feel Mr. Hansen's strong fingers still inside me. "Oh Daddy..." I murmured, thinking of him and how much it had turned me on to call him Daddy earlier, trying to ignore how completely humiliated I was. "Mmmm... Daddy..."

I came quickly, saying the word Daddy over and over again as I rocked against my hand, though it was nothing like the orgasm I knew Mr. Hansen could have given me. I mean, look what he had done to me in just a few second of touching my pussy, after all. I felt tears streaming down my face as I came, still upset that I had to make myself cum because Mr. Hansen wouldn't. I sniffled as I came down, taking my hand away from my pussy and fixing my panties over my mound. 

"Claire..."

I jumped as I heard Mr. Hansen's voice. I sighed as I debated how to feel. I should have been embarrassed, but I had told him I was going to go upstairs and masturbate, and after what had happened, it didn't seem all that bad. I should have been angry that he was watching me, but chances were the door had been slightly open, as my door is broken and it sometimes does that if I don't make sure it's closed tightly. I decided just not to care. What was one more humiliation after the way I had been downstairs? I was still embarrassed about that.

"What?"

I heard him enter the room and the door shut behind him. "I just want to talk for a minute."

He walked across the room and sat on the edge of my bed. My back was still to him and I bit my lip. He rested his hand against my blanket-covered leg, rubbing it gently through the blanket. "I realised I sounded awful," he said. "There's nothing I'd like more than to fuck you, baby. You're a gorgeous girl. I just got nervous... I felt bad for hitting you, and I don't want to lose your father as a friend. I feel guilty for thinking about you that way when you're so young, and I didn't mean to offend you when I said no. It wasn't because I don't want to. It's because I don't want to fuck you if you're just doing it because you were turned on and were going to fuck anyone."

"Mr. Hansen," I said softly. "Jenny and I were talking about you at dinner and she was completely right in guessing that I wanted to fuck you. I mean, Jesus, I was thinking about you when I was..." I stopped suddenly, not wanting to tell him about Tyson. Mr. Hansen was silent, and I knew he had to be kicking himself. He just had to be, after what he had said. "Mr. Hansen, if you want, you can lie down with me for awhile," I whispered, thinking that one more risk at stupid behaviour wouldn't hurt.

"I don't want you to do anything you don't really want to," he said. 

"I'd love if you lay down with me for awhile," I repeated, my voice a little bit stronger. "I think you want to, too." 

He paused before pulling the blanket down a bit and moving under the covers with me. I shifted to give him some room, letting him lie down before I leaned back against him. He put his arm around me, but moved it almost immediately.

"You're naked," he said.

"I have panties on," I said, reaching to pull his arm around me again. He had a T-shirt on, and I held his bare arm against my stomach. He wouldn't touch me completely, holding his body a little bit away from me, and I knew he was still nervous about what he was doing. I couldn't blame him; I was nervous, too. Exhilarated, but nervous. There was something about the way Mr. Hansen had just suddenly grabbed me earlier, the way he hadn't even thought the way he had touched me sexual until I practically begged him to touch me. The twisted way that he had thought it was okay to spank an eighteen-year old girl that he didn't know well enough to hand out punishment like that. The way he ordered me to call him Daddy, at least the one time. That nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach was what was made me so wet. I didn't know what he was going to do next. At the same time, I knew I could trust Mr. Hansen. There was no way he would ever do anything that would really hurt me. He did, after all, have to answer to my parents. 




One Week with Mr. Hansen Ch. 01



We lay on my bed together for a few minutes, not moving, not speaking. The room was filled with tension. I was fairly certain that Mr. Hansen wanted to continue what he had started before, but he was unsure of how I'd react after he'd said no before. I, on the other hand, wanted his cock, my orgasm earlier only making me want to feel him more. But I didn't want to embarrass myself as I had earlier. There was only so much humiliation I could take in one night. So I waited, the tension eating away at me, only serving to heighten my wonder of what would happen next.

Eventually I felt Mr. Hansen's arm move further around me, finally pulling me closer to him. I sighed as I felt the bulge in his pants press against my ass, his hand moving to cup my breast as he held me closer to him. He started to move his hand gently against me, letting his palm slide against my hard nipple before cupping it again. He let his fingers trail between my breasts and up to my nipple again, rolling it between his fingers. I cried out softly as he pinched it lightly, and pressed my ass back a little harder, grinding against him.

"You're okay with this, baby?" he whispered, kissing my neck. "You're sure?"

"Yes, Daddy," I murmured. 

He groaned when I called him Daddy and pulled me tight against him, moving his hips against me. He slid his other arm under me, pulling me back with a hand cupping each breast. He kissed and sucked on my neck, and each time he moved his lips I felt a tingle run through my body. His touch was nothing like Tyson's touch had been earlier. It was confident, certain but gentle, his lips knowing exactly where they were moving next. He kissed my neck for awhile before he moved, rolling me onto my back and moving over me, letting his lips trail down my neck to the top of my breasts. "Your body is amazing," he whispered, his lips just above my nipple, brushing against it as he spoke. He flicked his tongue out, licking it, before taking it in his mouth and sucking.

I cried out softly as he started to suck, raising my hands to the top of his head and holding him against me as he moved his mouth around my nipple. I ran my fingers through his hair and he continued moving his mouth down my body, though he left one hand on my breast and continued to fondle me. I knew where his mouth was heading, and I bit my lip in excitement, wanting to feel his mouth pay the same attention to my clit as he did my nipple. My pussy was throbbing again, wanting to be touched even after I had already cum twice that night. Once his mouth got to the waistband of my thong, he took his hand off my breast, using both hands to slide it down my hips and legs, and completely off. Then, he returned his licking of my body, kissing my mound and rubbing the tiny patch of hair I left on top. I could feel his breath against my pussy and my legs were trembling in excitement as he slowly licked each of my lips before licking my slit. I couldn't stop myself from moaning as he licked me, his tongue running from my ass to my clit and back again. He finally twirled it around my clit before taking the little bud into his mouth and sucking. I nearly went crazy as he sucked it, my back arching so I could grind against his mouth. He only sucked for a moment, though, before moving his mouth back to my tight hole and dipping his tongue in, licking me hard. 

"Oh God," I whispered, my hands running through his hair as I pushed up against him. He kept tonguing me, his hands on the back of my thighs, spreading my legs and holding them up. He tongue-fucked my hole for a bit before moving his mouth down to my thighs, licking up the juices that had dripped there.

"You're such a messy little girl," he teased. 

I laughed, and he resumed licking my pussy. His tongue flicked against my clit every so often, causing shocks to run through my body, and before long I felt the familiar build-up in my stomach, telling me I was about ready to cum. He must have known from the way I was squirming under him that I was close, because he stopped and sat up. I bit my lip, trying to cover my disappointment, but he must have known I was. 

"I want you to undress me, baby," he said. "Is that okay?"

I giggled, still a little frustrated that he had left me so close, but I sat up and moved next to him, lifting his shirt over his head. He stood up, turning so he was facing me so I could undo his pants. I pulled them down, and then pulled his underwear off, freeing his bulging cock. I smiled as I looked at him. He was of fairly average size, and there was a drop of pre-cum leaking from his tip. I leaned forward, looking up at him as I stuck my tongue out and licked it off him. He smiled at me, so I took it as a cue to continue, licking the rest of his cock as I sat in front of him on the bed. I was about to wrap my lips around him when he stopped me, lying down on the bed and pulling me close to him. "I just want you to stroke me," he said, wrapping one arm around my shoulders. 

I let my head rest on his chest as I trailed my fingers down his body, teasing him as I slowly let my hand move towards his cock. I felt my fingers move through his coarse, dark hair and I let them brush lightly against the base of his cock, dragging them up his slick shaft and playing with his tip. Mr. Hansen groaned, hugging me closer to him, and I wrapped my hand around his cock, starting to stroke him slowly. I moved my hand against him, just wrapped loosely at first, before I firmed my grip. I stroked him at a steady pace, and as I did, Mr. Hansen moved his other hand across his body. He brushed his fingers against my mound and I shifted so I could spread my legs, letting him push his finger into my dripping pussy.

I sighed as he started to finger me, my hand pumping his cock at the same pace that he was sliding his finger in and out of my pussy. I knew I was going to cum before him the moment he started to finger me -- I was so ready from the attention he had paid with his mouth that he added another finger to my pussy just a few moments after he started to finger me. He moved his fingers faster and I matched his pace with my hand, stroking his cock quickly. I could feel the onset of my orgasm, and I was squirming under his hand. Mr. Hansen's lips were pressed to my forehead and he started to push his thumb against my clit. It was more than I could take. I cried out, biting my lip hard as my orgasm rolled through me. It was my hardest orgasm of the night, especially after his stopping me earlier, and it lasted longer than any orgasm I've had before. When I came down, his hand was still stroking my pussy, and I realised I had stopped moving my hand. I could feel pre-cum dripping down his cock onto my hand, and I used it to make his cock slicker as I shifted my body back to my original position, my head lying against his chest as I stroked his cock. I moved my hand fast against his cock, pumping him hard.

"Baby, I'm about to cum..." he moaned only a few moments later.

I grinned as I looked up at him. He was watching my hand, but his eyes shifted to meet mine when I looked up. "Cum for me, Daddy," I whispered as I stroked his cock, staring straight at him.

"Oh Jesus, Claire..." He made a low noise after his groaned words and I felt his hips push up against my hand as he came. His hot semen dripped onto my hand and I looked away from him, watching him cum. His load was much more than any I'd seen before and I felt his cock twitching under my hand as he spurted. I kept stroking him, milking every drop I could out of his cock. When I was sure I had gotten every drop out of him, I collected as much as I could on my hand, raising it to my mouth as I looked back up at Mr. Hansen.

He was watching me, and I started to lick his cum off my hand. I think that's about the weirdest thing I do during sex. I love the taste of a guy's cum. I'd much rather have a guy cum on my hand or in my mouth than inside my pussy, because my favourite thing to do after I've cum is to lick his hot seed up, just tasting him. 

Mr. Hansen didn't seem to want me to do that, though. He grabbed my wrist and moved my hand away from my mouth, a few drops dripping off my hand and onto his chest. He pulled my hand to his mouth and started to lick his own cum off my fingers, running his tongue along my hand until he had cleared everything up. It was one of the hottest things I've ever seen. Most guys, after I lick up their cum, refuse to even kiss me, and here was Mr. Hansen, willingly tasting himself. I moved my mouth to get the few drops that had fallen on his chest. Once Mr. Hansen had finished with my hand, he pulled me up to him, kissing me hard. I kissed him back, my lips parting slightly. Mr. Hansen slipped his tongue into my mouth and I felt his cum dripping off his tongue and onto mine. I took his cum into my mouth, kissing him hard before pulling back and swallowing the cum he had given me. "Thanks, Daddy," I said. 

He just smiled, pulling me against him. I breathed deeply, the events of the evening finally catching up with me as I started to fall asleep. I thought mindlessly that I never had gotten to fuck Mr. Hansen. But I had the whole week to take care of that.

~*~

 Authour's Note: This is the first chapter in a longer series. Look for more of Claire's adventures in part two -- after all, she still hasn't "technically" slept with Mr. Hansen!



One Week with Mr. Hansen Ch. 02



Authour's Note: This is the second part of a longer series. To fully enjoy this chapter, please read A Week With Mr. Hansen Ch. 01 first!

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I woke up slowly, clutching my blankets around me in a futile attempt to cling to the wonderful sleep I had been having. I yawned as I opened my eyes. There was sun leaking through the cracks in my blinds and judging from the brightness, it was either late morning, or early afternoon. I rolled over and picked my cell phone up off my night table. It was nearly one o'clock. 

Even though I had been drinking the night before, I felt great, and a slow smile spread across my face as I concluded that it was probably due to Mr. Hansen. We hadn't even actually fucked, but I felt the same sort of warm, pleasant feeling that I would have if we had. Still, his fingers had done more to me than I could have imagined. Mr. Hansen wasn't in the room, but I wasn't concerned. For one, he couldn't just leave and not talk about this again. He was supposed to be living with me for the rest of the week. And secondly, there was a good chance that he just had woken up a lot earlier than I had. 

I let myself lie in bed for a few more minutes, just allowing myself to wake up fully before I sat up. I needed a shower, badly. I grabbed some clothes out of my closet and walked to the door, opening it quickly. I gasped when I saw Mr. Hansen there, his hand posed to knock on the door. He looked surprised for a moment, then flushed as his eyes moved down my naked body before he glanced away quickly.

"I heard you walking around, I just thought we might want to talk..." he explained quickly.

"Sure, Mr. Hansen," I said, suddenly nervous. I felt incredibly exposed, but at the same time, I loved the effect that my naked body had on him. Mr. Hansen was such a calm, laid back guy, but the second he saw me, he got so flustered. It was kind of funny, and a little flattering.

"Did you want to... you know... clothes?" he stuttered. 

I laughed and shrugged, putting the clothes I was holding on top of my dresser. "Not really, Mr. Hansen. No point in dressing before I shower, is there? And it's nothing you haven't seen before, right?"

He laughed nervously and I motioned for him to come into the room. My heart was pounding at the nerve I had to be standing in front of him naked, not doing anything about it, but I just decided to go with it. There was no way he would be offended by it, and it wasn't the worst thing that could have happened anyway. I sat down on the edge of my bed, leaning back on my hands as Mr. Hansen sat in my desk chair, still trying to look away from me determinedly. He cleared his throat softly. "Claire, what we did last night..."

"Mr. Hansen, I..." I interrupted, but he held up his hand.

"Just let me say what I need to," he said, and my mouth fell shut. "I know that I should be telling you it was wrong and that it can't happen again. I should be worried about what would happen if anyone, especially your parents, found out. I should be a little bit disgusted with myself, which I am, but it's not enough for me to not want to do that again." He cleared his throat again. "I very much enjoyed what we did and I would do it again in a heartbeat, but I want to know that you're okay with it. That you've thought it over and that you know what we did, that you understand..." He trailed off, pausing. "I know it sounds corny, but I had to plan out what I was going to say to you. You know this is a big deal, Claire."

I nodded, then remembered that he wasn't looking at me. "I know, Mr. Hansen," I said quietly. I wet my lips before looking up at him. "All I know right now is that I liked... I mean like, I really liked what we did last night, and that I want to do it again." I looked back down at the floor in front of me. I didn't know what else to say. I liked Mr. Hansen as a person. I had known him since before I could remember. He was always at my birthday parties or any sort of special event that my parents were at, and I had always gotten along with him well. I knew I could trust him, and I felt safe with him even after the spanking he had given me the night before. I don't think I could have felt the way I did if anyone else had spanked me like that. I knew I should feel the opposite way. But when Mr. Hansen did that, it felt amazing. I can't even explain why. 

I think Mr. Hansen must have known that I didn't simply think of him as a quick fuck. How could I, when I knew I'd have to see him again? I didn't have a single regret about what we had done, and I didn't think I could make it through the rest of the week without having his cock buried deep inside me at some point. 

He took a breath, and I looked up to see his eyes on me again. I smiled nervously and he swallowed. "So, can we?" I asked softly, biting my lip. "It could keep this week from being incredibly boring."

He laughed, a short, nervous sound. "If I say we can, I'm not going to bring this up again. If you want anything to stop, you'll have to tell me. I don't want to have to worry constantly that you're not comfortable. Do you think you can do that?"

I grinned, giggling, and jumped up off my bed, moving across the room quickly before practically throwing myself onto his lap. Mr. Hansen's eyes widened in surprise as I sat on his lap and his arms wrapped instinctively around my body to keep me from sliding off. "I can deal with that," I said, my voice soft in spite of my obvious excitement. 

Mr. Hansen laughed again, holding my naked body close to him. He reached up with one hand, tentatively pulling my face closer to his. He looked into my eyes one last time and I grinned before closing the small gap between our lips. The kiss sent a shock through my body, and he kissed me with the same hard, urgent need that he had the night before when he had slipped his cum into my mouth. I had to gasp for breath when he pulled his lips off mine and started to kiss my jawbone, one of his strong arms still around my body and the other gently stroking my cheek. I brought my hands to his face and pulled his lips back towards me, wanting him to kiss me again. He did for a moment before pulling back.

"Didn't you mention something about a shower?" he asked. 

I smiled innocently. "Yes, I guess I did."

His hand moved from my cheek down my neck and to my shoulder. His fingers trailed along my arm, sending shivers through my body, as his other arm moved further down my body, gently cupping my ass. "I think I had better supervise. Make sure you are clean the way I want you to be." I moaned softly as he spoke, his low voice claiming me. The way he wanted me to be... I was certain I could handle doing anything Mr. Hansen wanted. "Is that okay, baby?" he whispered, pressing his lips against my neck.

"Mmm... yes," I whispered back.

"Yes what?" he asked.

I frowned, confused. "Yes... please?"

The hand cupping my ass moved away and came down on my tender skin, just hard enough to make a loud smack. I jumped. "Yes what?" he asked again.

"Yes..." I hesitated, biting my lip as I tried not to focus on the sudden tingle on that particular spot, and on the instant wetness that was building up between my legs. "Yes... Daddy?" I whispered nervously. 

His hand cupped my ass again, gently rubbing the spot that he had spanked. "Good girl," he whispered against my neck, and I was certain that his cock twitched underneath me. "Now, come on. Get to the shower."

I slid off his lap somewhat reluctantly and picked up the clothes I had pulled out earlier. Mr. Hansen stood up and went to the door, opening it for me. As I walked past him, I felt his hand brush against my ass again and I looked over my shoulder, grinning as he followed me. 

When I stepped into the bathroom, the first thing I did was turn the water on. Our shower takes awhile to heat up, and I sure didn't want to be having a cold shower with Mr. Hansen. He followed me in and shut the door as I glanced in the mirror. I couldn't help but laugh. My makeup from the night before was still on, though most of my eyeliner had been rubbed off and there was just a line of mascara down my cheek from when I had been crying. I suppose it could have been much, much worse, but I don't know how Mr. Hansen had kept from laughing at me. I turned the tap in the sink on and bent over just a bit, splashing water on my face to get the rest of my makeup off. 

As I washed my makeup off, I was sure Mr. Hansen wasn't going to pass up the opportunity of my semi-bent over position. After I was sure the makeup was off, I turned the water off. Before I could grab a towel, Mr. Hansen was behind me. I could feel his cock straining through his jeans as he pulled my ass close to him. I braced myself on the counter and looked up into the mirror, seeing his reflection. 

"Wouldn't that work better if I undressed you first, Daddy?" I asked, my eyes trained on my bare ass pressed against his jeans. He just nodded and I turned, lifting the hem of his shirt up over his head before I unbuttoned his jeans. He kissed me as I undid them, before raising his hands to my shoulders and pushing me down to my knees. 

I knelt in front of him and pulled his jeans down, staring at the bulge in his underwear and trailing my fingers along it through the fabric before I pulled them down, letting his cock spring free. I looked up at him as I stuck my tongue out, licking his tip. Mr. Hansen smiled. "Are you going to be a good girl and suck your Daddy's cock?" he asked. I nodded eagerly and looked back at his cock, opening my mouth and sliding as much of it as I could get in at one time. Mr. Hansen groaned, and I moved my mouth slowly around him, loving the feeling of his smooth, throbbing cock in my mouth. He let me suck him for quite awhile, and my pussy was dripping more and more. The water had obviously warmed up because the bathroom began to steam and I began to breathe harder. My head bobbed against Mr. Hansen's cock, and my entire body felt heightened. My nipples were hard and my skin felt incredibly sensitive, and it wasn't long before I couldn't help myself from moving a hand down between my legs to relieve the aching throb in my pussy. I sighed against Mr. Hansen's cock as I slide my fingers along my slit, letting it brush against my clit and play against my hole, but not wanting to go much further than that. 

Mr. Hansen saw me touching my pussy and he pulled his cock out of my mouth, helping me to my feet. He raised my hand to his mouth and licked my fingers as he dipped his other hand between my legs. I couldn't help myself from pushing my pussy against his fingers, but he moved his hand away as soon as I did. "Naughty girl," he whispered, chuckling. "You're soaking wet. I haven't even gotten you into the shower yet." 

I moaned softly as his hands started to move down my body, tweaking my nipples softly. I could hardly hold myself up and I had to lean back against the counter when he caressed the underside of my breasts. Finally, he started to direct me towards the shower, pulling back the curtain so I could step in. I sighed as the water fell against my skin, hot and sensual, the steam from the shower clouding my vision just slightly. Mr. Hansen stepped in after me and pulled the curtain shut, pulling me against him immediately and kissing me hard. I kissed him back, rolling my hips against him, his hard cock pressing against my stomach. 

He pulled back and reached to the shelf, where my shampoo was sitting. "Turn around," he directed. I obeyed eagerly. No one but the hairdresser had ever washed my hair for me, and I had a feeling Mr. Hansen's fingers would be much more sensual than the girl who trimmed my long, dark blonde hair once a month. I heard him open the bottle and put it back down on the shelf after he had squirted some shampoo into his hands. The raspberry scent of my shampoo drifted towards me and I sighed when I felt Mr. Hansen's fingers working gently against my scalp. He washed my hair, getting it totally covered in the scented shampoo before I felt some of the lather dripping down my body.

"Guess I took a little too much," he chuckled, letting his massaging hands drift from my head to my neck and shoulders, then down my chest, the water washing the excess lather off his hands. I giggled as it dripped down my breasts, his hands running down my arms and then back up my stomach, cupping my tits gently before he pulled his hands away to turn me around, letting the hot water rinse the lather from my hair. He looked at me as the water ran over me, and I looked back, not moving, waiting to see what he would do. He ran his hands through my hair, getting all the shampoo out. I grinned at him as he pulled himself close to me, kissing me under the spray of the shower, his cock pressed against me, as hard and smooth as before. 

As he kissed me, I reached to the shelf, grabbing my body wash. He pulled back and went to take it from my hand, but I moved it out of his reach. "My turn," I said. "You need to get washed too, Daddy."

"I had a shower this morning, baby," he said, trying to grab it from me again. "And you're not washing me with something that smells like flowers. That's for you." 

I giggled and popped the cap open. "Please, Daddy? I promise you won't mind by the time I'm done..."

He didn't fight all that hard after I poured some soap directly onto my hands and started to rub it into his chest. Normally, I use a cloth or something, but this worked much better, since he was apparently already clean. I rubbed his chest first, before working it onto his back. I dropped to my knees and grinned up at him before I skipped touching his cock and began working the soap up each of his legs. He laughed as I washed him, the flowery scent of my body wash overpowering the scent of my shampoo. I ran my fingers along each of his legs before I finally put a bit more soap onto my hands and ran my slippery fingers along his cock. He groaned as I gently washed his cock, maybe stroking him a few more times than was necessary to get him clean. Once I finished there, I moved my hands to his balls, and Mr. Hansen had to brace himself against the shower wall as I rubbed him. Finally, I stood back up, pulling Mr. Hansen under the spray of the shower and running my hands up and down his body to get all the soap off. When my fingers got to his cock again, he made a sound almost like a growl and grabbed my arms, pushing me up against the wall hard as he kissed me, grinding his cock against me. I moaned and his hands moved to my breasts, pinching my nipples and making me squirm between him and the cool tile of the wall. 

"Baby, do you want me to fuck you?" he growled against my lips. "You're such a damn tease... I wanted to fuck you properly, in a bed, but..."

"Fuck me, Daddy," I interrupted. "There's time for beds later." 

He groaned and slid his hands down to my thighs, moving them around my legs to just under my ass, and lifting me up. I gasped in surprise as he lifted me easily and positioned his cock at the entrance to my tight hole. I had grabbed his shoulders in surprise when he lifted me, but I let one move down to guide his cock into my dripping entrance, as it was too slippery for him to just slide into me. I gasped as his tip pushed into me, almost trembling in excitement to feel Mr. Hansen's cock inside me. He groaned again as he pushed further into me, and I let out a soft moan. His cock might not have been huge, but I could still feel him stretching me. He pushed his cock in at a steady pace, just slow enough so that I could adjust, though by the time he was buried deep inside me, I need a moment to get used to the feel of him inside me. 

"Are you okay, baby?" he whispered after a few seconds of just holding still against me, pressing me against the wall of the shower.

I sighed. "I'm great, Daddy," I whispered. "I never imagined your cock would feel this good."

That was all he could handle, and he groaned as he pulled back and began thrusting into me. I couldn't keep myself from moaning as he fucked me against the shower wall, feeling the spray of the shower against my skin, the steam swirling around me and making every sense a million times more heightened. My hands tightened on Mr. Hansen's shoulders, holding myself up as held my legs around my waist. His head was buried against my neck, and I could feel his teeth scraping gently against my skin, sucking just hard enough that I knew there would a light mark there. 

It wasn't going to take me long to cum, and I could already feel myself building up. I raked my nails gently across his shoulders, making Mr. Hansen look up at me. "I'm gonna cum soon, Daddy..." I gasped.

"Good girl," he whispered, his pace staying steady as he fucked me. I held myself close against him as he fucked me, each thrust like another step towards my orgasm, like I could literally feel it coming closer. I gasped and panted, wanting to cum so bad it almost hurt.

"Need... Daddy, I'm so close, please..." I gasped, hardly able to get the world out.

He licked and bit down lightly on my neck. "What do you need, baby?" He was just teasing me, he knew he could make me cum in the next few moments if he wanted to.

"Harder..." I whispered.

"What's harder?"

"Fuck me harder!" I nearly screamed. He didn't move any faster, but I could feel him grinning against my neck.

"Only nice little girls get fucked hard," he whispered, and his next few thrusts were slowed slightly.

I groaned. "Please... please f-fuck me harder? D-Daddy?" I gasped, stuttering. 

He didn't need to be asked twice -- I was so focused on my own orgasm that I didn't realise he was about to cum as well. He thrust hard into me, pounding me against the wall, fucking me hard and fast. It only took a few hard thrusts to put me teetering on the edge. All I needed was a bit more... just a bit... I was begging him to make me cum, though I was so focused I hardly knew what I was saying.

The begging put Mr. Hansen over the edge and I felt him shudder. Suddenly, I felt him spurt deep inside my pussy. No one had ever cum inside me before -- I usually insisted on a condom, or for one lucky boyfriend, that he pull out and cum in my mouth. The feeling of his hot seed spurting inside me was amazing. He pulled out and thrust into me four more times, hard, groaning each time and spurting another jet of hot cum inside me. On his third thrust, I came hard, my pussy clenching around his cock as my orgasm rocked through my body, brought on by his hard thrusting and by the foreign but erotic feeling of his cum inside me. I was squirming between him and the wall as my orgasm washed through me, moaning and gasping, screaming the word "Daddy" during what had to be the longest orgasm of my life. The orgasm he had given me the night before was nothing compared to this one, and that one had been positively amazing. I was gasping and panting, finally coming down from it long after Mr. Hansen's final spurt, his cock still buried in me. He looked at me as I finally opened my eyes, not realising I had even shut them, an eyebrow raised.

"That good?" he asked. 

I laughed, slightly embarrassed. "No one's ever cum in me before, Daddy. It felt... really, really awesome." 

He looked at me seriously for a moment. "Is it okay that I did that?" he asked, and I nodded, smiling. I'd been on the pill for years -- my mom had told me it would help with cramps and stuff, and had put me on the pill when I was 14. 

Mr. Hansen looked relieved and gently set me down, pulling his softening cock out of my cunt. He kissed me softly, opposite to the rough way he had been fucking me, and pushed my wet hair off my face. As I was kissing him, my stomach growled. I pulled back in surprise, blushing furiously as Mr. Hansen laughed.

"You finish washing up," he said, stepping out of the shower and drying off quickly. "I'll make you some... well, lunch." He looked at his watch. "A 2:30 lunch." 




One Week with Mr. Hansen Ch. 02



I smiled as he shut the shower curtain, dressing quickly before he left the bathroom, leaning against the wall of the shower, just basking in the warm feeling around me. After a few moments, I shook myself out of it and grabbed my conditioner, realising that the water was slowly getting cooler. I ran the conditioner through my hair and washed my body quickly, the cum Mr. Hansen had spurted in me now dripping down my leg. As I was rinsing off, I heard the bathroom door open again. Mr. Hansen mumbled something about having forgotten something, though I didn't catch the whole thing with the water running. He shut the door again and soon after, I stepped out of the shower. I had dried my hair and brushed my teeth before I realised the clothes I had brought in were gone, and in their place was a plain white plastic bag.

A slow grin spread across my face as I opened the bag. Mr. Hansen must have known I was going to agree to doing things with him, because he had been shopping that morning. Instead of the somewhat modest jean shorts and T-shirt I had grabbed, Mr. Hansen had bought me a denim skirt not much longer than my bar skirt and a cotton blouse that didn't look like it would quite close once it was over my tits. And, of course, no panties or bra.

I had a feeling I would greatly enjoy wearing the clothes. I shimmied into the skirt, turning in the mirror once I had it over my hips. It clung to my ass and I was pretty sure that if I bent over in the slightest, I'd be completely exposed. Even when I walked, the hemline drew dangerously close to showing my round ass. I giggled, knowing that Mr. Hansen had chosen this specifically for me. I picked up the blouse next. It had short sleeves, and as I held it up in front of the mirror, I could still see the outline of my reflection through the fabric. I couldn't stop grinning as I pulled it over me. Even though my breasts were modest at best, I still couldn't do up the top three buttons over them. The buttons around my ribcage were easier, and I left the last couple buttons open as well so that my midriff showed. I looked at myself in the mirror and almost squealed at how I looked. Only two of the buttons on the blouse were done up, showing a full amount of cleavage. All Mr. Hansen had to do to see my breasts would be to tug gently on the fabric, and the buttons would probably just pop off. I couldn't even keep myself from thinking about how wanton and sexy I looked. My parents would probably ground me for life if they ever saw me in clothes like this. 

There was a knock at the bathroom door and Mr. Hansen opened it slightly. "Everything okay?" he asked, though he sounded nervous. 

I pulled the door open completely and grinned as his mouth dropped open. "You tell me," I said, my voice low and husky. 

His eyes raked over my body and finally looked up into my eyes. "Amazing," he whispered, then shook his head. "There's a phone call for you." 

I smiled as I walked past him, feeling his eyes locked on my round ass. There was a phone in my room, and I pushed the door behind me, though it didn't shut. 

"What took you so long?" Jenny screeched before I even said anything. 

I laughed. "I was in the shower," I said honestly. "I know you want to dish about whatever his name was, so go."

That was all she needed to start gushing about Dan, the guy she had gone home with from the bar the night before. I listened obediently, gasping and giggling in all the right places. It took her nearly fifteen minutes to give me the basics: his cock was huge, he fucked her for hours, and he was taking her out to dinner the next night. 

"He's the best fuck I've ever had," she finished, sighing. "And Claire, he's even NICE. I mean, he wants to go on a date. I'm pretty sure he wants to fuck again but still -- a DATE!"

I laughed. Jenny didn't go on many dates -- she just liked to fuck and most guys took advantage of that fact. "Well, you know I'll need more details."

She giggled. "Sorry, honey. I forgot. I'm sure your solo session after getting home was fun. Tyson wants to see you again, even though I told him you don't fuck just random guys..."

"What do you mean, solo session?" I asked, grinning to myself.

"Were you that drunk? Tyson was just about finishing you when we got to your house, so I'm assuming you..." Jenny paused, and I could almost see the light bulb flicking on above her head. "Your babysitter?!" she shrieked. 

"I don't fuck and tell," I said slyly, knowing very well that Mr. Hansen could still be listening. That, and I didn't want to get into the embarrassing details that had started the events with Mr. Hansen. Jenny would want to know everything and I didn't want her to know how I had stumbled in and been spanked, how he had felt Tyson's cum on my ass, how I had begged him and he said no... the story got a lot better after all that, but I still didn't want to think about it.

Jenny started to talk but I interrupted her. "I've gotta go eat something, Jenny, we'll talk later." With that, I hung up. I knew she was frustrated as hell on the other line, but it wasn't often that I had good fucking stories to tell her, and I was going to use this one to tease her as much as I could. 

I bounded down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Mr. Hansen was sitting at the table. There were two plates with toasted sandwiches on them, and my stomach growled again. Mr. Hansen hadn't touched the one in front of him, obviously waiting for me.

"Sorry," I apologised as I slid into the chair across from him. "Mr. H, this smells amazing." 

I took a large bite as he looked at me. "You don't fuck and tell?" he asked as I chewed. 

I rolled my eyes. I guess I should have figured he was listening. I swallowed the large bite and took a sip from the water glass in front of me. "Well, sometimes," I admitted, not bothering to deny what he was accusing me of. "But I didn't want to get into it with Jenny right now. She likes to know every little thing."

He studied me. "Claire, you know people can't find out about this." 

I smiled at him. "Of course, Mr. Hansen. Jenny would never say anything, even if I had told her. Which I didn't. She just... assumed." He still looked wary, and I sighed. "You don't know Jenny all that well, but she's... well, she and I are different. We don't keep secrets from each other, and we do everything together." I looked at him pointedly on the word "everything," and he flushed, knowing exactly what I meant. "All that means is that there are a hundred million things that I could tell people about her if she ever said anything about what we did, and she never would. God, she's probably formulating some plot right now on how she can get a taste of you for herself." He looked up, his face slightly shocked, and I laughed lightly. "It's a joke... but you never know." 

He looked a little relieved at this, finally smiling a bit, and took a bite of his sandwich. "So who is this Tyson?" he asked.

I bit my lip, thinking of the cum that had dried on my ass the night before. "Just a guy from the bar. A friend of the guy Jenny went home with." Mr. Hansen nodded and I looked at him as I ate. "I like you better, if that's what you were wondering."

Mr. Hansen raised an eyebrow. "Of course you like me better," he said, his voice taking on that dominating quality that made my pussy throb. "You had better like your Daddy better."

I swallowed hard, crossing my legs under the table. "Yes, Daddy, of course," I murmured, looking up at him innocently. He smiled and took the last bite of his sandwich, standing up and crossing the kitchen to put his plate in the sink before crossing back to me. He leaned down and kissed me firmly, biting my lower lip softly before straightening up. 

"I have to run some errands," he said. "And go back to my house for a few things. You'll be alright for the afternoon?" 

I nodded, loving his concern, though if anyone else had done that I would have sighed and reminded them that I was 18. Mr. Hansen was a bit different, though. He kissed me again and turned, leaving the kitchen. 

I finished my food quickly after Mr. Hansen had left, not even having time to put my plate in the sink before the phone rang again. The caller ID said it was Jenny and I laughed as I picked it up. "You couldn't handle not knowing for one more minute?"

"Well, that," she said, not bothering to say hi, "and Dan's been calling me because Tyson can't get a hold of you. He wants to see you again and Dan said you guys could double with us at dinner tomorrow night." 

"I left my cell phone upstairs," I said. "I didn't think he'd call this soon."

She laughed. "Whatever, just call him back and tell him you're coming out with us. I'm coming over right now, and I want ALL the details. Be there in ten." She hung up before I could say no. I rolled my eyes as I put down the receiver, thankful that Mr. Hansen had left, and went upstairs to call Tyson.

My cell phone was on my night table, blinking away with the notification that I had three missed calls -- one from Tyson, and two from Jenny. I deleted the two messages and called Tyson back. He picked up on the first ring and I laughed.

"I heard you were trying to get a hold of me," I said after he answered.

"Claire!" he exclaimed, sounding much happier than he should have. "I thought you had given me a fake number," he added, laughing. 

We chatted for a bit before he formally invited me along on Jenny and Dan's date. I, of course, agreed. After all, though I did enjoy spending time with Mr. Hansen - REALLY enjoyed spending time with him -- I had to take into consideration that after this week, I probably wouldn't get to fuck him much anymore. And Tyson was really great. I might as well enjoy myself with someone my own age. Well, almost my own age. I wondered if Jenny had told Dan how old we really were. I also wondered if she had found out their ages. I had never thought to ask Tyson. 

I talked to Tyson until the doorbell rang, and I raced downstairs after apologizing to him and telling him I'd see him the next day. Jenny was standing with her hands on her hips when I flung the door open.

"I can't believe you have..." she started to say. Her mouth dropped open and she suddenly stopped. I couldn't figure out why until her eyes drifted down my body. 

"I was going to change," I said, blushing. "But I got talking to Tyson and..."

"Fucking hell, Claire... you look HOT!" she exclaimed. 

I laughed nervously. "And I don't normally?" 

She rolled her eyes and pushed past me into the house. "You know what I mean." I shut the door behind her before she grabbed my arms and twirled me, taking in the entire outfit. "Jesus, where did you get this? How in the hell have you hid this from your parents? No wonder they got you a babysitter... they go away for one night and you fuck him AND start dressing like... well, like me!" She giggled. I hadn't noticed, but Jenny's outfit was startlingly similar to mine. Only, the blouse that she had tied just under her breasts looked much sexier than mine. After all, my tits were showing, but her huge globes were nearly popping out. She also had a bra on, and likely panties, and her denim skirt flared out instead of clinging to her ass like mine did, but still. 

I had to laugh when I realised we were dressed like twins. Jenny started walking to the kitchen and I followed. We had been friends for so long that my house was like her house. I don't know why she still bothered to ring the doorbell. Maybe because she wanted everyone to know she had arrived. Either way, she got herself a glass of water and a can of Pepsi for me, and we went outside. I sat on a chair just off the patio while Jenny sat on the edge of the pool, dipping her bronzed legs into the water and splashing a bit. "So, spill," she said. "You fucked the babysitter."

"He's not my babysitter," I mumbled, glad for the fact that my yard was incredibly private and that our neighbours were almost never outside. My dad had landscaped the yard himself, and most of the big backyard was surrounded by tall trees that blocked us from the neighbours' sight, and blocked most of the noise, too. The pool was the only place that was almost always directly in the sunlight -- most everywhere else was in shade.

"Whatever, Claire," Jenny said impatiently. 

I sighed. "Yes, we fucked," I said simply. I didn't want to get into the spanking part, or me calling him Daddy, or anything like that. I told Jenny as few details as she would let me get away with, and when I recapped the episode in the shower this morning, she let out a small sigh that almost sounded like a moan.

"Did he buy you those?" she asked me, and I glanced down at my clothes. "I mean, I've never seen those before."

"Yes, he did," I admitted. She giggled, standing up and shaking the water off her legs before walking up to the patio and putting her glass on the table. 

"No surprise. Of course he'd want to see those cute nipples of yours poking out." 

I glanced down at my chest and saw that my nipples were, in fact, poking against the see-through fabric. I guess I had gotten into the story just a little too much, but I laughed, not embarrassed in the slightest. Jenny had seen a lot more of me than just nipples through my shirt. She pulled me up from the chair. "Well, I doubt you're gonna give me any more details, and I have to say I'm disappointed about that," she said, giving me a phoney stern glare. I laughed and she shook her head. "I can't even tell you how hot that is, Claire. I can't wait to see this guy." I opened my mouth to protest but Jenny was firm in her decision. "I'm staying til he comes back. Now, are you gonna come swimming with me?" She dragged me toward the pool.

"I don't want to get my clothes wet!" I protested. "Let me go change!"

Jenny laughed at me. "Why so self conscious all of a sudden?" She reached forward and popped the two done-up buttons open. "There you go. Instant bathing suit." She untied the bottom of her blouse and took it off before slipping out of her denim skirt, standing there in a bra that her tits were almost falling out of and a matching G-string. 

I wasn't self conscious, not around Jenny. How could I be around someone who would finger me in a bar bathroom like she had last night? Being naked around Jenny was like being naked in the shower. I never really thought about it that much... though right now, I was feeling a little turned on from thinking about Mr. Hansen. It didn't matter to either of us, anyways, so I slipped my blouse off and folded it neatly on a chair before wiggling my ass and letting the skirt drop to the ground. Jenny laughed and came up behind me, pushing me towards the pool. I shrieked as she tried to push me in and pushed her back, laughing as I used the few extra pounds I had on her to my advantage. She lost her balance, but before she could tumble into the water, she pulled my arm and I fell in. I came up, sputtering, just in time to see Jenny's fall turn into a graceful dive. I laughed and shook my head. Jenny was inherently more graceful and sexy than I was, but I never really minded.

She came out of the water, her hair plastered back. I couldn't help but admire her gorgeous tits as she shook water out of her ears. I loved Jenny's big, gorgeous breasts. Not in a way of jealousy -- there was no jealousy between Jenny and I. We shared everything, and nicely. I had a feeling that the second she saw Mr. Hansen, she would want me to share him. And that was fine with me. After all, Jenny and I had been talking about having a three-way many times. Jenny loved the effect that she and I had on guys when we were together -- we loved to kiss and touch and all that, but to guys it was like Christmas come early. I was willing to be that she would want to have one with her new friend Dan. After all, she wouldn't have gone on about how big and gorgeous his cock was if she hadn't wanted me to see it.

We swam around for awhile, floating and talking as we often did when there was no one home. Jenny and I only had our naked time when we knew we wouldn't be caught by our parents or her pervy brother. No one really understood our friendship or how it worked. I guess the easiest way to describe it was that we were best friends... with benefits. Lots of really great benefits. 

Jenny heard Mr. Hansen come home before I did. Her head turned toward the sound of his car door closing, and a sudden flutter of nervousness ran through me. I hadn't told him that Jenny was coming over, and though I was fairly sure he wouldn't have a problem with two naked teenage girls floating around in the pool, I still wasn't sure of how he would react. Jenny sensed this as I looked to the house, and she swam over next to me, resting her arms on the side of the pool. Her breasts were so big that they didn't come out of the water fully, like mine did. "Do you mind?" she asked me breathily.

"Mind what?" I asked, sincerely confused.

She blushed a bit, something that doesn't happen very often with Jenny. "Sharing?" she whispered, biting her lip. I glanced down at her tits. Her nipples were in the water, but they were hard as rocks and I knew it wasn't because she was cold. I had the urge to dip into the water and suck on her gorgeous nipples, but instead I settled for reaching forward to rub one of her tits gently as we talked. Her arm instinctively wrapped around my waist and her hand cupped my ass. It was a position we often took, almost mindlessly now, though she did sigh every so often when I tweaked her nipple. 

"I don't mind," I told her, smiling. "You know I love sharing with you."

She giggled. "I just can't get the image out of my head. You've had me all tingly since you told me about your shower this morning."

I laughed, and Jenny pulled herself closer to me, her large, sopping wet tits pressing against my much smaller ones as she gave me a hug. I sighed, feeling her hard nipples pressed against me, sending tingling shocks through my body as I caressed one of them. Jenny's hand squeezed my ass, her hug turning into a much less innocent embrace as her legs parted slightly and moved between my slightly parted ones. "I've been dreaming about doing something like this for so long," she said excitedly. "I thought maybe we could go for Dan but I want this way more. Us young little girls giving your poor babysitter the ride of his life."

Her mentioned of us as little girls triggered something and I pulled away from her a bit, blushing. "Umm... I should maybe mention this..." I started, and Jenny looked at me. I flushed even harder. "I... I umm... he's kind of like... well, in charge... and I.. I-I call him Daddy," I whispered, rushing the latter part. Jenny's eyes widened and I bit my lip, looking up at her. She mirrored me, biting her full bottom lip, before surprising me and leaning forward to kiss me heatedly. I nearly melted as her full lips pressed against mine, her tongue sliding along my bottom lip before she sucked on it, holding me tight against her. I felt her grind against my leg a bit and I couldn't stop myself from grinding against her smooth thigh. And still, this wasn't unusual for Jenny and I. I couldn't remember the number of times I'd cum from grinding against her leg like this, the number of times we'd kissed like this... neither of us ever said anything like we were bi-sexual, but I guess that's what it was. That isn't how either of us saw it, though.

"That's it," she said, her voice dripping with desire when she finally pulled away from me, licking her lips. "We need to fuck him the second he walks through that screen door."

I laughed again, relieved. "I'm SO happy you don't think I'm a freak!" I exclaimed.

"Claire? Who are you talking to?"

I turned just as Mr. Hansen opened the screen door and walked out. His mouth dropped open in surprise when he saw Jenny and I embracing in the pool. "What's going on?" As if he didn't know.




One Week with Mr. Hansen Ch. 02



Jenny grinned and swam towards the shallower end of the pool. I watched, my heart pounding as she stood up, water cascading down her shoulders and dripping off her breasts as she moved to the edge of the pool. "Hi Mr. Hansen," she said coyly. "I'm Jenny." 

I watched as Mr. Hansen took Jenny's body in, though again, his eyes travelled back to me. "What's going on?" he asked again.

His voice was stern, but not in the dominating way that made my pussy drip. In fact, he sounded almost angry. I looked at him nervously, ducking myself a little further into the water. "We were swimming," I said quietly, suddenly incredibly aware of my nudity.

I think Mr. Hansen realised he had scared me, because he walked right past Jenny on the edge of the pool and stood in front of me. I had to crane my neck way up to see him. He wasn't smiling, but he didn't look angry. Instead, he looked genuinely confused, as if he wasn't sure what to do with Jenny. I smiled a bit at him, realising he was just trying to figure out if what he thought was happening was actually happening. Jenny had sat on one of the steps that led into the pool, the water just covering her nipples as she looked at me. Her expression must have mirrored my worried one, and I smiled at her before I looked back up at Mr. Hansen. "Did you want to join us, Daddy?" I asked innocently, though I couldn't stop the slow grin from spreading across my face. 

Mr. Hansen glanced at Jenny and then back at me. He crouched down next to the pool so he could speak quietly to me. "Is this..." he started.

"Yes, she knows," I interrupted. 

"And you're both..."

"Okay with it? Obviously, Mr. Hansen."

He looked at Jenny once more and then at me. "This has to be too good to be true. What's the catch, Claire?"

I pulled myself closer to the edge of the pool. "You don't believe me?" I asked him.

Jenny must have swam up behind me quietly, because I jumped when I heard her voice just over my shoulder. "There's no catch, Mr. Hansen. Didn't you know that Claire and I like doing stuff like this?" She giggled pointedly as she wrapped her arms around me under the water, pressing her body against my back and resting her chin against my shoulder. Her hard nipples were pressed against my shoulder blade and I lost focus of what we were doing for a moment, leaning back against her. "Please, come swimming with us. No one has to know, if that's what's stopping you."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "So Claire told you about...?"

Jenny sighed. "Not technically, I guessed most of it." She pulled away from me and pulled herself onto the edge of the pool, her glorious tits glistening as she dangled her legs in the pool again. "Mr. Hansen, are we doing something wrong?"

He frowned. "Wrong as in...?"

She sighed dramatically. "Well, there's two naked girls swimming around in the pool begging you to join them, and all you can worry about is someone finding out?"

He chuckled, blushing just a bit. "It's a little bit different than that. I hardly know you, Jenny. I've only seen you at a few of Claire's birthdays, that's about it."

She let her head rest against his jean-covered thigh and he looked shocked at her sudden touch. Jenny grinned at me and I had to fight to keep from laughing. Jenny seduced people in the corniest way possible -- she played innocent, dumb almost, pretending to be the brainless girl that guys loved to play with. Jenny was not that kind of girl, though. She knew exactly how to wrap a guy around her finger -- once she had him thoroughly "seduced," she was charge. She just knew how to get what she wanted. And it was quite obviously working on Mr. Hansen -- there was a definite bulge in his jeans that had not been there before. 

"I guess I just wanted you to do to me what you did to Claire," she said, feigning sadness. "She told me that you gave her the best fucking of her life."

Mr. Hansen flushed, looking at me as I nodded at him, smiling. "Please come swimming?" I asked softly.

He hesitated, and Jenny laughed. "I guess we could just give him no choice," she said.

"What?" Mr. Hansen asked, just in time for Jenny to grab onto his arms and jump into the pool. He lost balance and tumbled in, fully clothed, as I ducked out of the way.

I laughed as he came up, sputtering, his hair matted to his head, his clothes stuck to his body. Jenny swam a little bit away before flipping onto her back, floating in the middle of the pool and giggling mischievously. I swam closer to Mr. Hansen, pulling my body close to him as he brushed his hair out of his face.

"Are you really that worried?" I whispered as I put my hands on his shoulders. "I didn't plan for this, but... well, Jenny and I have wanted to do this for a long time..."

He looked at me and after a moment, smiled as he leaned in to kiss me. "Is she okay with all the things that you are?" he murmured against my lips. I sighed and nodded as he pressed against me. I was kind of looking forward to seeing him spank Jenny, actually. I hadn't told her about that, but I knew Jenny loved when things got a little rough, and I suddenly wanted to see what she would do when her little game of playing dumb didn't work, and she didn't have the upper hand. I loved Jenny dearly, but I couldn't wait to see the look on her face... her perfect full lips in a shocked "O" when Mr. Hansen took her over his knee and spanked her until her ass was glowing red. "If we do this," he said, interrupting my thoughts, "you won't be..."

"Jealous?" I finished. "No."

He looked at me. "No matter what happens?" I frowned and he shook his head. "I don't want to make you mad if I pay more attention to her or something. You need to know that I'd choose you over her any day." I smiled softly and kissed him gently.

"I don't mind, Daddy. You don't know how much I want to see her finally dominated," I whispered against his mouth, giggling at the last part.

Mr. Hansen looked at me carefully for a moment, as if an idea had come to him, but before I could ask he held me tight and swam to the shallower part. "You could have warned me, Jenny," he said sternly, though this time in the voice that sent electricity through my body. I stood up in the shallow water and started pulling the soaking clothes from Mr. Hansen's body. Jenny swam closer to us, still with that grin on her face. It took much longer than usual to get his T-shirt off, but I didn't have to worry -- Mr. Hansen stopped me once it was off. "Stand up," he ordered Jenny.

She stood, the water at her hips, looking at him obediently, though her eyes darted back to me, and I could see the playful excitement in them. "What were you doing when I got here?" he asked her.

"I was kissing Claire," she answered quickly.

He looked at me and I took that as an indication that he wanted to see it again. I stepped through the water towards Jenny and she raised her hand to pull me closer to her. "Don't touch her," Mr. Hansen ordered Jenny, and her hands dropped to her sides again. 

I pulled Jenny close to me, feeling her tits press hard against mine as I kissed her. It was so strange, kissing her when she couldn't wrap her arms around me like she usually did, but her mouth responded as it usually did, eagerly sucking on my lips and flicking her tongue into my mouth. I heard Mr. Hansen move out of the pool, heard the sound of him undoing his jeans and pulling them off. I knew he was watching us intently, and after kissing Jenny for a bit, I let my hands run over her body, starting from her hips and moving around to her ass, which was much less shapely than mine, up her sides, caressing the undersides gently before I cupped them, my thumbs positioned over her nipples, brushing them lightly. Jenny started breathing a bit faster as I teased her nipples, just barely touching them, a soft whine escaping her throat as she unconsciously pushed her tits against my hands.

"Suck on them," Mr. Hansen suddenly ordered. I dipped my head away from Jenny's mouth and started licking and sucking on her neck. Her skin was soaking wet, though it didn't taste bad -- my dad uses special chemicals in our pool water, and I was silently thankful, as it was making our little escapade a lot easier. Jenny gasped, drawing in a deep breath as I moved my mouth to the top of her beautiful breasts, licking them, moving my mouth and tongue slowly towards her hard nipples. When I finally reached them, I surprised her by biting down gently before I even licked them. As I started to suck on her gorgeous, hard nipples, Jenny moaned, and I felt her hand move up to my head and pull me closer to her.

The moment her hand touched my hair, I felt her being pulled away from me. I looked up to see Mr. Hansen back in the water, naked as we were, pulling Jenny back by her shoulders. He buried his head against her neck, and from the cry she made I could tell her had made a mark with his mouth. His hands travelled up her body and cupped her tits, rubbing them much more firmly than I had been, and he pinched one of her nipples hard. "I said no touching," he finally said, his voice muffled as he continued to suck on her neck. 

The sight of him grasping her huge tits and sucking on her neck sent shivers throughout me, and I knew that my pussy wasn't wet from just the water anymore. I knew his hard cock had to be pressing against her ass, especially from the way that Jenny moaned and pushed back against him wantonly. He responded by pushing his cock against her and I bit my lip, unable to take my eyes off my best friend and my Daddy. I wanted to see him fuck her, maybe as she licked my pussy, and I wanted it badly. 

Jenny turned her head and whispered something to Mr. Hansen that I couldn't hear. He laughed a bit before looking at me. "Come here, Claire," he said. I stepped forward obediently. "Jenny, wrap your arms around her. Grab her ass."

Jenny did as he said, her hands cupping my ass under the water, pulling me a bit closer to her. "Feel that, Jenny?" Mr. Hansen said. "That's the kind of girl that gets fucked from behind. Not an ass like yours."

Jenny moaned, and I could tell she was enjoying being talked to like that. Mr. Hansen pulled her arms away from me and I stepped back again. "Let's go inside," he said as he pulled away from her, turning to exit the pool. Jenny looked at me, her eyes wide and her tits heaving from her breathing. 

"No wonder..." she whispered, grinning at me. She grabbed my hand and I grinned back as we got out of the pool, water dripping off our bodies as we stepped onto the patio and towards the house. I could feel the warmth between my legs and I wondered how long it would be before I had to have Mr. Hansen's cock buried inside me again. Just the little bit of attention he'd paid to Jenny had my clit throbbing and I wanted to see more.

Mr. Hansen held the door open and Jenny stepped in front of me. I made to follow her, but Mr. Hansen stopped me. I looked up at him, confused. "Stay here," he said, shutting the door behind him. 

My mouth dropped open and I could see Jenny mirroring the same reaction inside the house before Mr. Hansen pushed her into the next room. I tried to open the door but he had locked it. I ran off the patio and to the window of the next room, stepping into the flowerbed and onto a rock so I could pound on the glass. "Not fair!" I cried out angrily. This was not part of sharing. Sharing included both me and Jenny, not just Jenny by herself with Mr. Hansen. I could feel my face flushing as I tried to peer into the room. 

Mr. Hansen came to the window, opening the screen slightly. "Just wait, Claire," he said, and he smiled a bit. "Trust me."

~*~

Authour's Note: Don't worry, not the end! Look for A Week With Mr. Hansen, Ch. 03!



One Week with Mr. Hansen Ch. 03



Authour's Note: This is the third part of a longer series. To fully enjoy this chapter, please read One Week With Mr. Hansen Ch. 01 and Ch. 02 first!

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I tapped my fingers against the table in frustration. Mr. Hansen had taken my best friend Jenny inside and locked me out. This was not what was supposed to happen. Jenny and I wanted to share him, and that meant I was supposed to be included. A three-way couldn't happen if I was locked out in the back yard. 

He had told me to trust him before shutting the window a few minutes earlier. Trust him to do what? Fuck my best friend when he was supposed to be fucking me? I couldn't be mad at Jenny -- she had been as obviously shocked as I was when he pulled her into the house and locked the door behind him. But I still felt a pang of irritation when I thought about her. I didn't mind sharing with Jenny at all -- Jenny and I had done a lot together and we had been talking about having a threesome for a long time before the opportunity presented itself with Mr. Hansen. But I was irritated that she was with Mr. Hansen by herself, with me locked outside for who knew how long. 

I crossed my arms over my modest breasts, but my hard nipples poking into my arm just served to remind me how turned on I still was from sucking on Jenny's large tits. I had been sitting in the sun just long enough for the water from the pool to have dried off me, and the only moisture left on my body other than my wet hair was between my legs. I crossed my legs, holding them together tightly as I glared at nothing in particular.

I don't know how long I sat outside with my arms and legs crossed. It couldn't have been more than ten minutes, but it felt like a lot longer. I was trying to convince myself that my anger was because I was so incredibly turned on rather than me wanting Mr. Hansen to myself, when the clicking of the lock caught my attention. I stood up and whirled around as Mr. Hansen opened the door. He was still as naked as I was, his cock standing up. I could see precum dripping off it, glistening in the afternoon sunlight. My initial reaction was to drop onto my knees and lick the precum off his cock, but I glared at him instead.

"Am I allowed to join you now?" I asked sarcastically. 

Instead of looking angry or ashamed, Mr. Hansen smiled, stepping forward to wrap his strong arms around me. I struggled to move away from him, refusing to let him off the hook so easily, but he held me against him firmly, kissing my neck. "You won't be so angry when you see what I've got for you."

I frowned again. "What?" I asked, looking at him as I stopped struggling away from him.

Mr. Hansen took the opportunity to kiss me gently on the lips. "Come on. It wouldn't have taken so long but I had to convince her it was okay."

I didn't wait for Mr. Hansen to lead me into the house, instead pulling away from him and bolting through the door. Convince Jenny it was okay? Since when did Jenny need convincing in regards to anything sex-related? I suddenly felt guilty for being irritated with her. I trusted Mr. Hansen fully, but what if he had done something to her? 

I turned into the den and stopped short. My mouth dropped open and I still hadn't moved when Mr. Hansen came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "What do you think?" he whispered.

Jenny was sitting on a chair that Mr. Hansen had taken from the kitchen, her eyes sparkling as she looked at me. I was sure she would have been smiling, but the scarf tied around her mouth was pulling at her cheeks. Her arms were tied behind the back of the chair with another scarf, which made her chest push forward. Her legs had been tied to two of the chair legs, spread just wide enough that I could see her bare, glistening pussy. She was so wet that it had already dripped on the chair, and her scent was already filling the room. I could almost taste her sweet juices -- I had licked her cunt many times before, and I knew just how wonderful she tasted. 

What shocked me most, however, was that her large pink nipples had shiny silver clamps on them. They were attached by a thin chain that was pulled almost taut from the size of her breasts, with another chain attached in the middle that was currently hanging against Jenny's flat stomach, obviously meant to be held by someone else. I wondered mildly where Mr. Hansen had gotten them, before remembering he had been running errands, and that he had probably meant those for me. My pussy throbbed as I wondered what else he had gotten for me.

"You said you wanted to see her dominated," Mr. Hansen whispered in my ear, sounding concerned. "Is this okay?"

I finally turned to face him, smiling widely. "It's PERFECT, Daddy!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him in for a hard kiss. Mr. Hansen held me tightly against him, and I felt his cock twitch against me as I kissed him enthusiastically. He rolled his hips against me, grinding his cock into me, and I moaned against him. I finally had to pull back to take a breath, but I looked up at him, grinning. "Do I get to play with her?"

He kissed me lightly. "Yes, baby, of course," he said. "But your Daddy gets to watch, right?"

I giggled. "Of course, Daddy." 

He kissed me again, a bit softer, incredibly caring. "Am I forgiven now?" he whispered. 

I kissed him harder, sucking on his lower lip. "Of course, Daddy," I answered softly, before pulling away from him and walking up in front of Jenny.

Her eyes followed me until I was stopped directly in front of her. My arousal grew as I looked at her more closely. The clamps were tight on her nipples, and it would only take a gentle tug of the chain to make things uncomfortable for her. I picked it up delicately, not wanting to pull on it just yet. The cool metal chain was thin in my hands, but I knew just how powerful a tool it was -- just picking it up, Jenny tensed. I assumed that Mr. Hansen had practiced with it before he let me inside. 

He came up behind me, his hard cock pressing against my ass. "You can do anything you want to her," he said, talking about Jenny as if she wasn't even there. "This little whore has no limits. She wants to be fucked, slapped, bitten, hit... if you really want, you can untie her and make her do anything you want."

I inhaled sharply as he talked about my best friend like that. Jenny moaned softly, the sound so muffled by her gag that I almost didn't hear it. She was loving every second of this. Mr. Hansen moved away from me, sitting on the couch so he could watch what I did. 

The first thing I did to Jenny was give a light, experimental tug on the chain in my hand. She jumped forward, a high pitched whimper escaping from her throat. I almost dropped the chain in surprise. Her breathing was heavy as she looked up at me, and I was incredibly relieved to see that she had enjoyed it.

"God, Jenny," I whispered. I leaned forward, bending over to run my tongue along her cleavage, letting it jump over the chain that connected the two clamps, and licking underneath her breasts. I kissed her stomach and all the way down to her shaven mound, but once I was there, I moved my mouth to her thighs so I could taste her juices without touching the place she wanted me to play with most. She whimpered longingly and I shook my head, licking her thighs before I stood back up. "Daddy, I want her to lick my pussy," I said, making my voice almost whiny.

"Go ahead and untie her, baby," he told me. "Hold onto that chain, though. Make sure she behaves." 

I let my fingers trail down Jenny's legs before I untied her legs from the chair. After I had her legs untied, I took the chain lightly and moved behind her to untie her arms. The chain was long enough that she could move a little ways away from me, which I knew would come in handy when she was licking my dripping cunt. As soon as her arms were loose, she pulled them to her side, stretching them. She made the mistake of trying to rub her arms, as crossing them across her chest pushed on the clamps. Mr. Hansen laughed as she yelped. "She'll figure it out sooner or later," he chuckled. 

I leaned forward and kissed Jenny's clamped nipples, my lips just hardly brushing against her, hardly even touching the cool metal of the clamp. I let my tongue run around her areolas, and the attention paid there made Jenny moan through her gag. She grasped my shoulders, her knees almost giving out as I played with her increasingly sensitive nipples. After a few moments, I stopped. Each time she moaned, my pussy throbbed, and I was at the point that I needed her mouth on me. 

I pushed down on her shoulders, making her drop to her knees, though I was nice and held the chain a bit lower so it wouldn't tug. She looked up at me, her eyes wide, and I quickly undid the gag and pulled it off her. She took a deep gasp of air, and I'm sure she meant to say something, but I immediately pressed her face against my pussy. I heard her surprised cry before she stuck her tongue out and licked my slit. 

A soft moan escaped my lips as I felt Jenny's familiar tongue on me. She raised her hands, letting them rest on my hips before moving one to my pussy. Her fingers spread my pussy lips and she wasted no time teasing me. She dipped her tongue into my tight, dripping hole, and I gasped as she tongue-fucked me. I let one of my hands rest on her head, her hair still wet from our swim earlier, while the other dangled at my side, holding the chain attached to her nipples. Her tongue slid in and out of my pussy before she moved her mouth away from my hole and to my clit, flicking her tongue against it and sucking on it as she slipped a finger into my pussy. I almost dropped the chain in my hands and lost balance as she sucked my clit, the hand I had on her head the only thing that kept me from falling over. I gasped, grinding my cunt against her face unintentionally as Jenny's skilled mouth worked my clit and her finger slid in and out of my cunt. It wasn't long before she added another finger, curling them just slightly so she hit my G-spot, pushing her fingers in as far as they'd go before she pulled back. 

Jenny knew how to make me cum, and she knew how to make me cum fast. She moved her mouth against my clit hard, and she didn't slow at all as I started to whimper, my hand tightening in her hair as I felt myself getting closer to the edge. She worked her tongue around my clit, still pumping her fingers in and out of my pussy. It took a single, light sucking of my clit to push me over the edge and I felt my orgasm rolling through me. Jenny's wonderful mouth never stopped, lapping at my juices as her fingers rubbed my pussy. I held her face close to my cunt as my orgasm rocked through my body, keeping her there until I came down, panting. She pulled away from me and looked up, grinning as she licked her lips and wiped some of my juices off her face.

"Did I do good?" she asked, still grinning.

"Very good," Mr. Hansen answered for me. I glanced over at him. His hand was on his cock and precum dripped from the tip. He saw me looking at him and smiled as he stood. "It was a good show."

"I'm glad you liked it, Daddy," I giggled as he came up to me. He kissed me lightly, his hand resting around me on my ass.

"Do I get to have a turn with her?" he asked me.

Jenny moaned, still on her knees in front of us, but neither Mr. Hansen nor I looked at her, only adding to the charade that Jenny seemed to absolutely love. I kissed Mr. Hansen, letting a hand trail down to his hard cock. I stroked him softly for a moment, pressing it between my hand and my body lightly. Mr. Hansen groaned against my lips, and I let go of his cock after a moment, pulling back and grinning at him. "Only if I get to play, too," I told him. "Go sit on the couch again, Daddy."

Mr. Hansen smiled and sat down. I pulled ever so slightly on Jenny's chain, and she whimpered. "Follow me," I said, stepping forward towards Mr. Hansen. Jenny had no choice but to fall onto her hands and crawl after me, hurrying so that the chain wouldn't pull. Once we were in front of Mr. Hansen, I sat down on the couch beside him and handed him the chain. "Suck his cock, slut," I ordered Jenny. 

She grinned at me and leaned forward, licking Mr. Hansen's cock. Mr. Hansen groaned and made to put his arm around me, but I shifted, pulling my legs up onto the couch and moving onto my stomach, my head in his lap. His hand ended up on my ass as I licked the tip of his cock. Jenny looked at me as we both licked Mr. Hansen's cock, her eyes sparkling as she worked the underside and I licked the top. Eventually she moved her mouth to his balls, sucking them as I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked him. Mr. Hansen's breathing was hard and his hand moved against my ass, slipping down between my legs so he could rub my slit. I didn't know exactly what Jenny was doing with his balls, but Mr. Hansen was loving it, and he couldn't keep himself from thrusting up into my mouth. I took his cock eagerly, hoping he was enjoying having two sets of teen lips on his hard cock. 

After a few moments, his hand moved from my ass up to my hair and he pulled me back almost roughly. "Stop, Jenny," he ordered as he pulled me away, and she obeyed immediately, sitting back on her knees and looking up at the two of us. Mr. Hansen kissed me hard, laughing after he pulled back. "I'm not ending this so soon," he said, and I grinned, not wanting it to end either. 

Jenny smiled innocently. "Did we do a good job, sir?" she asked, licking her full lips.

"Very good," he told her, and she looked incredibly pleased with herself. I couldn't help the tingle that ran through my body as Jenny smiled, so into playing the submissive slave to me and Mr. Hansen. She bit her lip after she smiled, glancing at me before looking back at him.

"Do I get a... a treat for being good?" she asked hesitantly.

Mr. Hansen smiled at her. "I would say you deserve one, but you have to ask Claire, remember?"

She looked at me again, her eyes pleading with me. I realised that she had been dripping since I had stepped into the room, and her fingers hadn't even strayed to her pussy. "I think she deserves a treat, Daddy," I said. Jenny opened her mouth, starting to interrupt, but I kept talking. "But I think first we should take her leash off. I want to play with her tits."

The smile faded off Jenny's face. We both knew taking the clamps off would be painful, but it had to happen sooner or later, and all I could think about was having her gorgeous nipples in my mouth. I needed it. 

She nodded, though obviously nervous. "Yes, ma'am," she whispered. I moved off the couch, motioning for Jenny to follow me. Mr. Hansen had spread a blanket on the floor of the den before he had let me back in the house, and I was thankful for it. I grabbed a pillow off the couch and threw it down.

"Lie down," I said. Jenny crawled over to the blanket and lay on her back, her breasts up in the air, the silver clamps glinting. I moved between her legs, holding myself over her. I let my fingers slide along her slit. Jenny moaned and I hoped that the pleasure would be enough to distract her as I used my other hand to quickly take the clamp off. 

Jenny yelped in pain the second it was off and I dipped my head, soothing her aching nipple with my mouth. She squirmed a bit under me, and I pushed my fingers into her cunt. She sighed in relief and I was shocked at how wet she was -- two of my fingers slid inside her easily and her juices were all over my hand within seconds. I pulled my mouth away from her nipple and looked at the other one. I moved my fingers a little bit quicker inside her pussy as I took the other one off.

The other one was a bit tighter, and Jenny shrieked when I took it off, her cries still continuing as I lowered my mouth to soothe her other nipple. "You motherfucking BITCH!" she blurted, her hips raising against my hand as I fingered. "FUCK FUCK FUCK!"  

"Claire, stop touching her." I pulled back at Mr. Hansen's order, looking up at him as I tried to ignore Jenny's whimpering under me. 

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, worried. 

He chuckled, standing and moving over to us. "Not you." 

I moved away from Jenny and he pulled her to her feet. I hadn't noticed, but she had started crying, and I felt horrible for having to take the clamps off. "I don't care how much pain you are in, I told you that you were not to insult my Claire," he growled at Jenny. 

I felt a tingling wave rush through me when he referred to me as "his Claire," but it was replaced with a bit of dread. 

"Daddy, it's okay, I know she didn't mean it..." I said, trying to stick up for her.

He looked at me, shaking his head. "You know what happens when you don't obey," he reminded me. 

Jenny looked at me, her eyes wide, but I couldn't bring myself to stop Mr. Hansen from sitting on the chair he had brought from the kitchen and pulling her over his lap. I wanted to see him spank her, and I knew she would enjoy it, but I was still a bit nervous. 

His hand rubbed her ass, and she bit her lip as his fingers trailed along her crack. Without warning, he drew his hand back and smacked her ass three times, hard, the slapping sound filling the room. Jenny bit her full lip, and I could tell she was trying not to cry out, though a small whimper escaped her throat. After hearing it, Mr. Hansen repeated his actions. Even from across the room, I could see Jenny's ass turning red from his spanking. 

"Come here, Claire," he said, and I shook my head.

"I don't want to hit her, Daddy," I said.

"You don't have to, baby," he said. "I just want you to feel this."

I stood up and crossed the room warily. He grasped my hand gently and pulled it to Jenny's ass, which was incredibly warm and had to be stinging like hell. But that wasn't what he wanted -- Mr. Hansen led my hand between her legs and I felt Jenny's dripping cunt. I knew exactly how turned on she was -- I remember exactly what it was like to be in her position, having been there just the night before. Jenny moaned as I touched her and I looked at Mr. Hansen pleadingly. "I never got to give her the treat, Daddy," I said. 

He kissed me and gave Jenny a light swat before helping her off his lap. "Sorry, baby," he said. 

I smiled before grabbing Jenny, holding her close to me and kissing her full lips. She kissed me back eagerly. I don't know who did it, but somehow we ended up on the floor, kissing heatedly. I lay overtop of her between her spread legs, kissing her passionately as she played with my breasts. Eventually we adjusted so that I had one of her legs between mine, and she had one of mine between hers. I could feel her pussy dripping on my thigh as I pulled her up so we were kneeling together. This position was familiar to us. I started to grind against Jenny's leg, my hands on her breasts as she moved against my leg. It felt amazing, and I was sure that we could both cum this way, but I wanted to be fucked, and I still wanted to watch Jenny get fucked. I let her grind against me for a few minutes, let both of us build up, before pulling back. 

"Daddy..." I called softly, looking up at him. He was still on the chair, his hand around his cock as his eyes locked on us. He looked at me and I grinned. "I think we need to be fucked, Daddy," I said.

Jenny moaned. "Please, please, please," she begged, looking at me. "Please, can I go first, oh, I'd give anything Claire, please..."

I kissed her hard. "Yes," was all I said. Mr. Hansen moved to the blanket and I moved away from Jenny. He didn't say anything, nor did Jenny, she just lay back on the blanket as he positioned himself between her legs. With a single thrust, he entered her, and Jenny moaned in satisfaction. I couldn't keep myself from pushing my fingers into my pussy as I watched Jenny get the fucking of her life. He pounded into her hard, and her hips raised with each thrust. Mr. Hansen lifted her legs, throwing one over each shoulder as he fucked my best friend harder than she'd ever been fucked before. The only thing that took my eyes off Jenny's bouncing tits was the view of Mr. Hansen's cock sliding in and out of her pussy, his balls slapping against her, her pussy clenching around his cock. I watched for a bit before I moved towards them, moving my mouth on to Jenny's bouncing tits, sucking her nipples. Mr. Hansen fucked her hard and fast, and between the two of us, Jenny couldn't take much longer. She came hard, crying out as she squirmed beneath Mr. Hansen, and I imagined that her cunt was clenched around his cock. As soon as she came down, Mr. Hansen pulled out of her. He was still rock hard and I grinned at him, moving away from Jenny. He grabbed my hips and pushed me on my hands and knees, entering my dripping cunt in a swift movement. I gasped and moaned as he fucked me wildly, his hands reaching around me to hold my tits. He pushed me down even further, until I was hardly holding myself up on my elbows. I don't know when she did it, but Jenny moved in front of me and spread her legs. I buried my head against her cunt, licking her pussy, and she gasped each time Mr. Hansen made me moan, the hot air brushing against her sensitive clit. I sucked on her clit, building her up quickly. Jenny's body was incredibly sensitive after she came, and I knew that if she had cum once, I could make her do it again multiple times. Before I knew it, she was squirming under me and cumming hard against my mouth. Mr. Hansen must have been watching because the sight pushed him over the edge. I was close, and I knew all it would take to push me over was the feeling of his hot cum inside me. I was right -- Mr. Hansen thrust hard into me, his cock spurting, and I came, my moans muffled by the bare mound in my face. 




One Week with Mr. Hansen Ch. 03



Mr. Hansen collapsed on top of me, pushing me down on the blanket with his cock still inside me. I could hardly tell, just lapping at Jenny's cunt until, between the pressure on my body and the pussy in my mouth, I couldn't breathe. 

Mr. Hansen rolled off me and I moved up Jenny's body. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me close to her breasts, and Mr. Hansen came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. 

We lay like that for awhile, just quietly. I was warm and comfortable. Jenny finally broke the silence with a giggle. "You were right, Claire," she said.

"About what?" I murmured. 

"Best fucking of my life," she announced. Mr. Hansen chuckled from behind me. "Thank you, Mr. Hansen," she added in a whisper. 

"It was definitely not a problem," Mr. Hansen replied. I laughed and he hugged me closer to him. 

We lay there for a bit longer, until Mr. Hansen announced that his arm was falling asleep and Jenny mentioned that she was starving. She went outside to grab the clothes we had left by the pool while I cleaned up the den. Jenny came up behind me as I picked up the clamps that Mr. Hansen had brought.

"I wonder if I could keep those," she said, looking at them as she handed me my clothes. I slipped my skirt and blouse on quickly. 

"I'm sure Mr. Hansen wouldn't mind, so long as you come back to model them every once in awhile," I teased. 

"You can keep them, Jenny. I've got other presents for Claire," Mr. Hansen said, coming into the room as he pulled a new T-shirt on. I grinned at him as I dropped the clamps into Jenny's hand. 

"I'm sure Dan will like them," I told her.

She laughed. "Dan is nothing compared to this," she said. "Don't get me wrong, he's good, but..."

Jenny stayed for a late dinner and helped Mr. Hansen and I clean up before excusing herself, having promised her parents that she'd be home that evening. That was a little bit of a lie, as it was 9:30 by the time she left. Before she left, she kissed both me and Mr. Hansen heatedly.

Mr. Hansen sighed after she left, pulling me close to him. "She's a handful," he laughed. I giggled, but he was right -- I was incredibly tired. 

Mr. Hansen led me to the den again, and we put a movie on, neither of us paying attention as we sat on the couch. We kissed and touched for a little while and Mr. Hansen casually undid my blouse and let his hand rest on my breast, but things didn't go much further than that as I curled up against him, my head resting against his chest as I stared at the television. 

"It really doesn't bother you?" Mr. Hansen suddenly asked. 

I looked up at him, confused. "What doesn't?" I asked, a little drowsily.

"That instead of fucking some guy your own age, you're sitting on the couch, curled up with me. It really doesn't bother you that I'm old enough to..."

"To be my Daddy?" I interrupted innocently. "That doesn't bother me at all."

He kissed my neck, holding me against him as he lay down on the couch. I lay on top of him, though he hardly seemed to notice my weight at all as he played with my hair. "You're making me act like a teenager," he muttered. I was fairly certain he didn't have a problem with that.

I giggled, and that was the last either of us said. At some point during the second movie we had put in, I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, Mr. Hansen was putting me into my bed. "Didn't mean to wake you," he said quietly.

"How in the hell did you carry me all the way up here?" I asked. 

"You aren't that heavy," he laughed. I sighed, realising I still had my clothes on.

"You didn't put my pajamas on for me, Daddy?" I teased as I tried to wriggle out of the skirt.

Mr. Hansen raised an eyebrow at me and leaned forward. I held still as he slowly stripped my clothes off me, moving around me as if I was still asleep. "Better?" he asked once I was naked and he had tucked the blankets around me. 

"You aren't going to stay?" I asked shyly. 

He didn't need to be asked twice. He quickly shed his clothing and moved next to me in the bed. 

We kissed again, pressed up against each other. He gently caressed my breasts, kissing my neck and lightly nipping at my sensitive skin. The primal need to fuck that usually took over us was replaced with gentle kissing, soft touching, and quiet moans. Mr. Hansen moved me onto my back so he could suck on my breasts while he gently rubbed my pussy. His attention had me wet within a few moments and I could feel his cock hardening, pressing against my thigh. He let his hardening cock rub against my slit, my juices getting it slick. I moaned, grinding against his cock, his head rubbing against my tip. The heavy petting was making my pussy throb, and I wrapped my legs around his waist before pulling him to my lips, kissing him hard. Mr. Hansen took that as a sign that I was ready and he pushed into my pussy slowly. This time was different -- his thrusts were slow but deep, still passionate, but there was more to it than the heated fucking that was usually there. I moaned softly as he thrust in and out of me, his lips on my neck. His slow thrusting was still building me up, especially once he let his hand drift down between us and rub my clit. He made me cum just before he did, and I felt his hot seed shoot into me. I loved the feeling of him cumming inside me, and I murmured this to him as he rested against me, his cock still inside me, softening. 

He moved off me, rolling next to me and pulling me close to him. As I started to drift off, I wondered when exactly our passionate, heated fucking had turned into something more. I threw the thought out of my head, telling myself that Mr. Hansen was just there for the week, and while it was fun, "something more" was not in the question. I was just tired, and fucking didn't always have to be hard and fast, it was just as enjoyable slow and leisurely. My tired mind was just overanalyzing things.

I slept well, though not nearly as long as I had the day before. It was 10:30 when I woke up, but again, Mr. Hansen was gone. There was a note on my nightstand and I had to rub my eyes before reading it. His scrawled writing told me he had gone to the hardware store -- he had offered to do some fixing-up around our house while my parents were gone, as my dad wasn't too great with power tools and Mr. Hansen was fairly handy. 

I grabbed a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and made my way to the shower. I took my time getting ready, knowing that Mr. Hansen did have to get some stuff done at our house, otherwise my parents would ask questions. I knew there wasn't much I could do to help him, having failed shop class twice before giving up before I cut someone's hand off, but I could probably stop distracting him with my need to have his cock buried in me and maybe make him some lunch. Plus, I needed to study. 

When I finished drying my hair, I made my way down to the kitchen and jumped in shock when I saw Jenny sitting at my kitchen table, books open on the table. She looked up when I entered the kitchen and grinned. "Morning, sunshine," she teased.

"When did you get here?" I asked, getting over the shock and opening the refrigerator to make myself a late breakfast. I could see Mr. Hansen working in the backyard through the patio door. 

"About ten minutes ago," she answered. "Mr. Hansen said it was okay when I called."

"Well, yeah," I laughed, rolling my eyes as my plans of studying seemed to fly out the window. "I wonder why."

Jenny giggled. "He told me that he had to get a lot of stuff done today, don't worry," she said. "You've probably worn the poor man out. Anyways, I wasn't coming over for that. I really need your help with this."

I sat down next to her at the table, looking down at Jenny's books. She was working on calculus. I had taken the course the previous semester and passed with an A. Math was something I did do very well, but Jenny hated it. She had gotten stuck taking calculus after the biology and physics classes had filled up and our guidance councillor (who seemed to be the only man on Earth immune to Jenny in a low-cut blouse) refused to make room for her. We both figured it was because he was hardcore into religion, and word had gotten out that Jenny had gotten his oldest son's virginity when she was a sophomore and he was a senior. Since then, Jenny seemed to have the worst of luck when it came to her school schedule. 

I talked her through the problems as I ate breakfast. Jenny really was smart, but when she didn't have an interest in something, it was difficult for her. We spent awhile working on it. Once we finished the calculus, we started working on history, a class both of us were in. Mr. Hansen came in while we were studying, laughing as he shut the door. "When she said you guys would be studying, I didn't actually take you seriously," he said. 

Jenny flashed him a grin as I stood up. "Hungry?" I asked.

Mr. Hansen motioned for me to sit down. "I'll make something. You need to study." I frowned and he kissed me. His body was warm from being out in the sun and I lingered a bit too long against him. "Don't go acting like some little housewife on me," he scolded playfully. 

I rolled my eyes and sat back down, trying to ignore the tingle that was running through my body from his kiss. Jenny was chewing on a pencil thoughtfully, though she wasn't looking at the books. "What are you going to wear tonight?" she suddenly asked. 

"Tonight?" I asked blankly. 

She looked at me incredulously. "Yes, tonight. Dinner, remember?"

My mouth dropped open. "I completely forgot," I said. I glanced over at Mr. Hansen, who was staring incredibly hard at the counter as he pretended not to listen to us. 

"Well, let's do an hour more of this and then start getting ready. I think Dan wants us to go to a movie after, we're eating like, really early," she said, oblivious to where my eyes were. 

It was quiet in the kitchen for a bit, the only sound being Mr. Hansen's actions as he made himself lunch. "Is that okay?" I finally asked, my voice quiet.

"Is what okay?" Mr. Hansen replied quickly, not looking at me. 

I bit my lip. "You don't mind if Jenny and I go out for dinner with them?"

Jenny realised what was happening and quickly excused herself to the washroom. Mr. Hansen finally looked at me. I must have looked incredibly worried, because he smiled. "I don't mind," he said, and though he sounded honest, I wasn't sure. 

"If it's a problem..." I said quietly.

He came over to the table, sitting in Jenny's chair and cupping my face in his hands. He kissed me and then pulled back, looking right at me. "It isn't a problem," he said. "You need to spend time with people your own age. It's important. I don't want you staying here because you feel guilty about me."

"But..." I started. He shook his head.

"No. You're going to go out with... what was his name? Tyler? And you're going to have fun." He paused, glancing away for a moment. "Just... be careful, okay? Make sure he treats you good."

I was touched by his concern. That little voice that kept saying things were becoming "more" kept speaking up and I ignored it fiercely. I pulled myself close to Mr. Hansen and kissed him. He held me as he kissed me back, letting his mouth leave my lips and kissing my neck for a moment before he pulled away. "Lunch," he said, grinning as he stood up and brought food to the table. I hadn't realised he was making food for Jenny and I as well.

Jenny came back from the bathroom and we ate over our books, chatting about nothing important with Mr. Hansen. We talked for longer than we should have before Mr. Hansen excused himself to the backyard and Jenny and I cleaned the kitchen. We tried to study for a little longer, but ended up talking and just giving up. Not that it mattered to me. History was the only exam I had, and not only was I ready for it, it wasn't until Thursday. 

Jenny had brought the outfit she wanted to wear with her, so we got ready in my room. I let her pick out an outfit for me, which turned out to be an innocent looking summer dress, but we both knew wasn't -- once it was in the sun, it was almost completely see-through, and it was so low-cut that I couldn't wear a bra with it. I paired it with high-heeled sandals and let Jenny do my hair, all the while nervously hoping Mr. Hansen was really okay with it. Jenny called Dan a half hour before he was going to pick us up and gave him directions to my house. I did her makeup for her, and we both looked in the mirror when we were done. I could already see through my dress a bit, the silhouette of my body clear beneath the flowing material. Jenny was wearing a dress, too, though hers clung to her body and showed a large part of her cleavage. 

We sat in the kitchen, talking, when the doorbell rang. Jenny ran to answer it, and I ran into the backyard to say goodbye to Mr. Hansen.

He was still working on something, but he stood up to look at me when the patio door slammed shut. I stopped on the edge of the patio, and neither of us spoke for a moment. "We're leaving," I finally said.

Mr. Hansen smiled and came up to me, his eyes roaming over my body. "You look nice," he said. I blushed, knowing that he wished it was him I had dressed up for, though he was trying to hide it. 

"Thanks, Mr. Hansen," I said. "Are you sure this is okay?"

He rolled his eyes. "You're much too concerned about me," he said, and he kissed me on the cheek. "Have fun. Stop worrying about an old man like me. Just be home at a reasonable time, you have school tomorrow."

I giggled. "Yes, Daddy," I said. He laughed. I wanted to kiss him again, but I don't think I would have left if I did. I turned and ran back to the house, not looking back at him. 

Jenny had let Dan and Tyson into the house, and they were all standing just inside the front entrance. Tyson's face lit up when he saw me. I grinned back at him, trying to forget about Mr. Hansen as I stood next to Jenny. 

"You look great," he said politely. 

"Thanks," I giggled, knowing he would like it a lot more once we walked outside.

We left the house and went to Dan's car. Jenny slid into the front seat and Tyson held the door open for me as I sat in the back. He sat next to me, looking unsure of himself as Dan kissed Jenny in the front seat. I looked out the window as they kissed, hoping Tyson wouldn't try it quite yet. Dan and Jenny had spent the night together, but I didn't know Tyson as well as they knew each other yet. 

He compromised by putting an arm over my shoulders, and we chatted lightly as Dan drove us to the restaurant. Tyson had a great sense of humour and I laughed a lot, genuinely having a good time. The hostess, at Dan's request, sat us in a very private booth, and I was shocked at how pricy the restaurant was. Tyson and I talked with Jenny and Dan over dinner, and Jenny told enough embarrassing stories about me to scare Tyson away, but he just laughed and put his hand over mine on top of the table. I was incredibly comfortable with him, enough so to put my worry about whether Mr. Hansen was really okay with this in the back of my mind. 

Jenny and Dan were all over each other. It was something I was used to with Jenny, but obviously Tyson was not. He cleared his throat in embarrassment as they made out in the booth we had been sat at. It continued all throughout dinner, until finally, after Jenny had ordered dessert and Dan had slipped his hand in the low V-cut of her dress and pinched her nipple, he asked me if I wanted to go outside for some fresh air. 

I followed him out of the restaurant, surprised when he led me into a courtyard outside the restaurant. "Sorry," he said when we were outside and sitting on a bench. "I just didn't realise how awkward it was to be around them like that."

I laughed. "You didn't seem to mind the other night."

He shrugged, laughing with me. "Well, what can I say," he answered. He was a lot shyer sober than drunk, and I knew that he wanted to kiss me, though he was looking at the ground and fidgeting. I usually hate having to make the first move, but this was different -- it was kind of cute. 

I turned so I was sitting sideways on the bench and let my leg rest overtop of his. I didn't say anything, just kissed him and let my hands gently rest on his shoulders. It was the only opening Tyson needed. He pulled me close to him, kissing me hard, his tongue running along my bottom lip. It was completely unlike kissing Mr. Hansen, and not quite as good. I struggled to push the thought out of my head, focussing on Tyson's lips, not wanting to think about Mr. Hansen. I couldn't help it, though, imagining that it was his hands that were running over my sides. The thought faded when Tyson's hands reached my breasts and hesitated -- Mr. Hansen would have just kept going. I moved one of my hands off Tyson's shoulders and put it over his hand, moving it over my breast and letting him cup it. He started to kiss my neck, sucking gently on it as he fondled me. It was nothing like how Mr. Hansen did it, though it still felt good when he slid his hand into my dress. He groaned when he realised I wasn't wearing a bra. "You know how to get me going," he murmured, and I laughed. He rolled my nipple between his fingers, and I couldn't keep myself from imagining Mr. Hansen's hands, imagining Mr. Hansen's arms around me, imagining Mr. Hansen sliding his hand up my leg and under my dress, slipping his hand into my panties and teasing my slit, which was now dripping wet...

Tyson hadn't even tried to go under my dress, but I pulled away from him, breathing a bit harder. "Can we go somewhere private?" I asked urgently, suddenly unable to contain my absolute want. His eyes widened in surprise, but he nodded.

"Is it okay if it's outside?" he asked.

"Yes, yes, that's fine," I said impatiently. He stood up and pulled me across the courtyard to a small alleyway. In the alley was a boarded up doorway tucked back in an alcove, and I pulled Tyson into it, idly thinking that he and Dan had planned this. They had to have -- the alley was almost invisible from the courtyard, and he had to have known about the doorway beforehand. Tyson pushed me back against the wall, kissing me heatedly as my hands travelled to the top of his pants. I unbuttoned them swiftly as he got into my frantic pace, his hands on my tits and pinching my nipples before he let them slide down to under my dress. He pulled my panties down and I let them fall to the ground, stepping out of them as I pulled his cock out. He groaned when I started to stroke him, and I could feel his pre-cum dripping onto my hands. I didn't have the patience to spend time stroking his cock, though, and I pulled my dress up around my waist. "How do you want me?" I gasped, my pussy throbbing. I had the image of Mr. Hansen pushing me on my hands and knees in front of Jenny, his hands gripping my hips as he pounded me from behind, and I was literally dripping down my thighs. 

"Are you sure?" he asked, seemingly confused about how fast things were moving.

"Fuck, yes!" I moaned. "Please..."

He lifted me, though not as smoothly as Mr. Hansen had ever picked me up. He pressed me back against the rough brick of the alley and I guided his hard cock into my pussy. He was a little bit thicker than Mr. Hansen, which I hoped would help me cum faster, but I turned out to be wishfully thinking. Tyson started to pump into me and I squirmed between him and the wall, begging him to go harder. He fucked me as hard as he could, which was nothing like how Mr. Hansen fucked, and I turned my disappointed moans into ones that sounded pleasurable. "I can't last much longer like this," he groaned suddenly. 

"No, please..." I begged. "I need to cum so bad..."

"Looks like they had the same idea we had!" I suddenly heard someone say. Tyson gasped in surprise as both our heads turned to see Jenny and Dan standing in the alley, and the shock must have did Tyson in, because I suddenly felt the sensation of cum being shot into my pussy. His load was nowhere near the size of Mr. Hansen's -- only three spurts, and I usually got five out of Mr. Hansen -- and I cried out sadly as he let my legs drop from around his waist to the ground. 




One Week with Mr. Hansen Ch. 03



"Fuck, I'm sorry..." he whispered to me. I ignored him and immediately plunged my hand between my legs, fingering myself hard, not caring that Jenny and her date were there. 

"Claire, Claire!" Jenny cried, laughing as she ran forward. 

"I need to cum!" I said, almost crying. She replaced my hand with hers, letting two fingers into my pussy, though she didn't move at the frantic pace I had been.

"Dan, come here," she ordered. Tyson's mouth dropped open as he did up his pants, and Dan looked confused as he stepped forward. "Tyson, don't take offence," she said, looking serious. "This is almost like an emergency." 

I laughed through my need, though it sounded almost like a choked sob. "Dan, hurry up!" she said, pulling away from me for a moment to pull her date closer to the three of us. She undid his pants in a single motion and had his cock out in another. I gasped. Jenny hadn't been lying when she said he was huge. Dan's cock was twice as thick as Tyson's, and much longer. It would be perfect to make me cum fast. 

"I'm sorry," I whispered to Tyson, whose eyes were wide as he looked at his friend's cock. Dan didn't even seem to remember his friend was there as he lifted me the same way Tyson had and slide into me.

He had to go much slower, even with the added lubricant of Tyson's cum. I moaned as he pushed his monstrous cock inside me, feeling myself stretch to accommodate him. He almost didn't fully fit, and I was ready to tell him to stop when he was finally fully sheathed in me. He pulled back and slid in again, much easier this time, and after two more repetitions, he was fucking me at a steady pace. Still not as hard as Mr. Hansen fucked me, but his cock was so big that it made up for it. I couldn't keep myself from crying out as he built me up quickly, and I could hear Jenny gasping from beside me somewhere. "Claire, you should see how hot this is," she moaned. "He's stretching your pussy... Tyson, come here, I need your fingers..."

I laughed a bit, though I was totally distracted by the fullness I was feeling from Dan's large cock. He moved a bit faster now, and I could tell he was going to cum soon too. I wondered how much cum would spurt from the huge thing he was fucking me with, but the thought disappeared as I felt myself right on the edge of orgasm. I cried out and Dan thrust into me deeply, as hard as he could to get me to cum, and it worked -- he only had to give me three deep thrusts before I was tightening on his cock, cumming hard. My pussy clenching around him must have been enough for Dan, as he grunted, burying his head in my neck as I felt him spurting in me. I don't know how many jets of cum he spurted, but I knew it was a lot -- it started dripping out of me before he had even pulled his cock out. I gasped and panted as he slowly let me down. Both of us turned when Jenny cried out. Tyson was fingering her, three of his fingers pumping in and out of her cunt, and she looked up at me just as her own orgasm washed over her. Dan and I both watched as she came, until she finally finished and looked at Tyson, smiling at him before pulling his hand to her mouth and licking his fingers. "Thanks," she said. "I'll make it up to you by letting you fuck my tits, okay?"

Dan laughed nervously and I bent down to pick up my panties. There was no point in putting them back on, as the cum dripping from my cunt would have just gotten them more wet than they already were. Tyson didn't say anything, just looked away from Jenny as she licked his fingers. She let his hand drop and looked at Dan, confused. 

"I'm really sorry," Tyson mumbled in my direction. "That... doesn't happen... ever." 

I felt guilty. It wasn't like he had cum early, but I had been begging him to fuck me hard, and the poor guy could only handle so much. I stepped forward, grabbing his hand. "Don't apologize, please," I said softly. "You were great, just..."

"Just you needed Dan to fuck you," he interrupted. He finally looked up, glaring at his friend. "I could have finished her myself, you fucking asshole."

"Calm down!" Jenny cried, looking concerned. "We were just having fun, it's okay."

"Fun for you," he said. "And her." 

"Tyson..." I said quietly. "I didn't mean to offend you... I just..." I paused. "I'm not usually like that."

Tyson pulled his hand away from me. "I liked you better drunk," he mumbled. Tears sprung up in my eyes as my cheeks burned. 

"Dude, uncalled for," Dan said. Jenny was glaring at Tyson. "Look, these girls are different... we can have a good time with them... that shit doesn't mean anything."

"Fuck off or I'll kick your ass," Tyson said. "I'm going home." He turned and left down the alley. 

"Don't listen to him," Dan said to me. "He's being really stupid. Doesn't know a good thing when it happens... When Jenny told me how open the two of you were I almost creamed myself." Jenny giggled. 

"I'm sorry he's mad at you now," I mumbled as a tear fell down my face. Jenny pulled me close to her, hugging me tight. "I don't usually get like that... I'm not some... crazed..."

"Honey, shut up," Jenny said. "He was being an ass. The rest of us had fun with it. You can't have a guy whose like that. What would he do if he found out about Mr. Hansen?"

Dan came up and put an arm around each of us. "We're still going to a movie," he said, grinning at me. "Jenny said she doesn't mind sharing."

I finally smiled and let Dan lead us back into the restaurant, where he had already paid for dinner. We went to his car and Jenny and I shared the front seat, with me sitting on her lap as he drove us to the Cineplex. I sighed as I let my head rest against her shoulder. I guess I didn't have to worry about what Mr. Hansen though of Tyson anymore. Just what he thought about Dan. 

Jenny cupped my breast, her version of comforting me. "Don't worry about him," she said. "He's not worth it. There's more than enough of Dan for the two of us to share."

She let her hands slide down my body and up the skirt of my dress, fingering my uncovered pussy. I couldn't help but enjoy myself as she pushed her fingers inside me, fingering me hard and fast. Her thumb rubbed against my clit and she pinched my nipple as she finger-fucked my pussy. I wasn't even all that horny when she started but she was so experienced that I couldn't help myself from building up. I knew Dan's eyes kept straying from the road to Jenny and I, but I didn't pay any attention to him, my face buried in Jenny's shoulder as she brought me to the edge for the second time that night. I couldn't keep myself from grinding against her hand as she pumped her fingers inside me, and with a quick pinching of my nipples as she rubbed my clit, I slipped over the edge, cumming hard against her hand in the front seat of Dan's car. Jenny kept moving her fingers gently until I came down. She kissed my cheek and grinned at Dan. "Now, let's go have a good time," she said. I looked up, realising Dan was parked in front of the movie theatre. 

We got out of the car and I adjusted my dress, grinning as Jenny playfully swatted my ass. Even so, I couldn't wait to see Mr. Hansen -- I knew he would make me feel better about Tyson immediately. Just thinking about him had me on the edge all through the movie, even though Jenny had just made me cum. I couldn't wait to get back home to him.

~*~

Authour's Note: This isn't the end -- part 4 is coming soon!



One Week with Mr. Hansen Ch. 04



Authour's Note: This is the fourth part of a longer series. To fully enjoy this chapter, please read One Week With Mr. Hansen Chapters 1 through 3 first!

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Dan wanted to take Jenny and I out for a drink after the movie, but I politely declined and asked him to drop me off at home first. I was still feeling guilty about what had happened with Tyson, and each time I thought about how I had been acting, a slow flush ran up my cheeks. I never acted like that. Jenny was the one who slept around. Before this date, I had only slept with three other guys, one of them being Mr. Hansen. And suddenly, in one day, my total was up to five.

Jenny walked me to the door when Dan pulled up to my house, giving me a hug when we were around the corner of the garage and out of his sightline. "You really should come for a drink with us," she said.

I shook my head. "He's still your date," I said with as much of a smile as I could. "And I really just want to be home. I can't believe..." I stopped in mid-sentence, shaking my head.

"It's okay, I keep telling you!" Jenny exclaimed. I sighed, knowing that she didn't understand that really, it wasn't. "Come on," she said softly, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me close to her. "Is this about Mr. Hansen?"

"What?" I asked, frowning as she hugged me.

She giggled. "Well, don't tell me you feel like you've cheated on him or something. I mean, he had to be okay with you messing around, he let you go on the date."

Her words nearly made my heart stop beating. I had never even brought up the fact that Tyson and I had fooled around, nor had I considered that Mr. Hansen wouldn't necessarily be okay with it. In fact, now that Jenny had put the thought in my head, I had a feeling that he wouldn't be okay with it. 

I was furiously trying to stop the little voice that was telling me what I had with Mr. Hansen was something more, but the pangs of guilt that were running through my body were making my efforts a lot more difficult. All I could think was that I had probably completely messed up the wonderful thing Mr. Hansen and I had. I bit my lip as I frantically tried to figure out how exactly I was going to tell him, what I could say to make him forgive me for royally screwing up. 

"Claire?" Jenny asked when I didn't respond. She pulled me away from her, keeping her hands on my shoulders, and looked at me. "Are you okay?" I didn't say anything, but my face must have told her everything she needed, because she immediately let go of my shoulders. "Don't tell me... he doesn't know?" I shook my head. She didn't say anything for a moment, just studying me. "Claire, are things getting a little more..."

"Don't say it," I finally said, my voice high and rushed.

"It's about more than just sex," she stated, not paying one bit of attention to what I had said. 

Tears sprang up in my eyes and Jenny pulled me close to her again. "What is wrong with me?" I gasped. "It's only been a couple days, and he's like... like my dad's age... I think I'm just overanalyzing things but..."

"There's nothing wrong with you," she said. "Christ, there are way weirder things out there. But... just don't rush into things. Just because it's more than just fucking doesn't mean you have to like, marry him or something. You can be friends, too."

I took a moment to digest what she said, and mentally kicked myself for being so ridiculous. I had known Mr. Hansen for years, and he was a good friend of the family, so it was no surprise that after spending a few days together (fucking or not) that I cared about him. Like Jenny said -- we were friends. Just friends that happened to have an age gap of over 30 years between them and that also happened to have wonderfully hot sex. I almost laughed when I realised how messed up that sounded, and did giggle softly when I realised that Jenny was right in saying that weirder things had happened. She took my soft laughter as acceptance of what she said and hugged me tightly. "Don't worry," she said. I still was -- after all, I didn't want to lose anything I had with Mr. Hansen -- but I did feel a little bit better about whatever feelings I was having.

It still took her a little while to convince me to actually go into the house, but eventually I gave her a final hug and walked up the front steps. I waited until she had gotten back into the car and Dan had honked the horn to slowly let myself inside.

It was quiet when I entered the house. I figured Mr. Hansen was sitting outside on the back patio, as the sun was just starting to set and it was still fairly warm out. My heart was pounding as I slipped off my high-heeled sandals and put my purse on the front table. I couldn't believe how nervous I was. It wasn't that I was scared that Mr. Hansen would do something to me. In fact, I would be grateful if I could just get away with a spanking -- we both enjoyed that. But I had a feeling that a spanking wasn't going to solve this. 

I walked through the kitchen, my bare feet silent on the cool tile. Just as I thought, Mr. Hansen was sitting on the patio, reading a book with a beer on the table next to him. I had to stop and admire him for a moment as he took a casual sip before turning the page of his book. I had such a strong attraction to him that it seemed ridiculous to me that I was denying it. I was feeling so many things at once that my head was nearly spinning as I walked toward the man sitting on my patio.

Mr. Hansen jumped when I opened the patio door. "You're back already?" he asked, putting his book down as he stood up. "It's not even 9 yet."

I laughed weakly as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. "What's wrong?" he asked, looking at me.

"I don't think you want to know," I whispered, looking away. 

He dropped his arms from around me. "Did something happen?" he asked. "Did that guy do something to you?" I shook my head and he sighed. "You fucked him." I didn't answer, and Mr. Hansen took that as a yes. He sighed again and sat back down, taking a sip of the beer on the table. "Well, I guess I should have expected that... I can't lie and say I'm not a little upset but it's not like we ever talked about it..."

"It's not just that," I whispered. I could feel tears springing up in my eyes. Mr. Hansen had guessed the logical thing, and he was being reasonable about it, but I still had to tell him about Dan.

"No?" asked Mr. Hansen. I shook my head, trying to figure out how to tell him. I was terrified, and Mr. Hansen must have gotten that, because he stood up and pulled a chair out, making me sit in it. "Tell me, Claire," he said softly as he sat across from me. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Mr. Hansen took one of my hands, grasping it lightly. "Whatever it is, you have to tell me. You fucked the guy and...?"

"And..." I whispered, looking down at my bare feet. I took a deep breath. "And his friend," I said, so softly that I might not have said it at all except for the fact that Mr. Hansen dropped my hand and sat back.

"Jenny's date?" he asked. I nodded. "She didn't mind, I'm sure." I shook my head. Mr. Hansen took a breath, and was silent for so long that I finally had to look up at him. He was staring at me with a look on his face that made me want to do anything I could to make it up to him. 

"Mr. Hansen, I'm really sorry..." I started, my voice cracking a bit.

"Did they cum in your cunt?" he interrupted. My mouth dropped open and I stopped talking. "Well, did they?"

"Why does that matter?" I asked quietly. The tears that had sprung up were close to falling over, especially from his last question. 

"Did they?" he asked again, still looking at me with that hurt expression. 

I tried to explain it, tell him what had happened, but I couldn't seem to say anything more than a quiet "Yes." Mr. Hansen looked away from me and stood up, moving past me to the patio door.

"I'm glad you had fun," he said stiffly.

"I didn't!" I exclaimed, standing and turning to follow him. "Mr. Hansen, wait..."

He didn't wait, just walked through the house and to the front door. I stood on the patio and listened as he slammed the front door, got into his car, and drove away. 

It didn't really seem real. I felt like I had stepped outside of myself and was watching some crappy, melodramatic movie that Jenny and I would be making fun of. And really, the situation seemed ridiculous. Maybe if Mr. Hansen and I had been together more than two days, it would be a little more realistic for him to get offended by my actions. I started to get angry as I thought about that. Who was he to get mad at what I did? I mean, we were just... friends, I guess. He had no right to be mad at me. He didn't own me.

But you want him to, said the little voice that wouldn't shut up in my head. 

I didn't start crying, not really. I mean, the tears finally spilled over but I didn't sit down and start sobbing. I kept telling myself that he had to come back, that he was supposed to be staying with me for the week and when he calmed down I could just explain to him what happened, that it was awful and that Tyson never wanted to see me again. I kept saying that he couldn't be mad for long because sooner or later he would realise how stupid it was to be mad at me. I was remarkably calm in my actions -- I simply walked to the living room and sat down on the floor in the bay window, staring out at the driveway. I only got up once in the next couple of hours -- Jenny called and I answered the phone. I told her that Mr. Hansen had left and that I couldn't talk because he might be calling and hung up. She tried calling back but I didn't pick up. 

I know what I was doing was crazy and pathetic, but I was certain that he was going to come back, and I wanted to know right when he did. I couldn't stand the fact that I had hurt him and I just wanted to try to explain what I had done to him. 

A little while later, the phone rang again, and I jumped up to answer it. It was Jenny. "Are you still there by yourself?" she asked.

"Yes, but he'll be back soon," I told her. It must have sounded desperate, but at the time, I believed it fully. 

"Give me ten minutes, I'll be right over," she said.

"No!" I cried. "When he comes back, I have to explain what happened and it won't work if you're here. Once he hears it, he'll know I feel bad and that I only needed to get fucked because I was thinking of him. It'll all be fine, okay, Jenny?" I hung up before she could answer and went back to the bay window, sitting on the ground and staring out. Thinking back on it, I was being absolutely pathetic -- the epitome of an ex-girlfriend or something. I don't know why I was being so irrational. I had just convinced myself that I cared for Mr. Hansen as a friend, and I probably shouldn't have cared that much about having been with someone else if we were just "friends." But I think subconsciously, I knew that what Mr. Hansen and I had was pretty special, and I wasn't willing to give that up for some other guy (or guys). Especially when the other guy sucked. 

It was about an hour after Jenny called that I started to cry uncontrollably. It was strange -- I was fine one moment, and the next I had burst into tears, burying my head in my hands as I asked myself why he hadn't come back yet. I haven't cried that hard in a long time, and being tired already, I nearly exhausted myself as I sobbed. It nearly drove me crazy, the only sound being my sobs as I realised how pathetic I was, how pathetic and stupid and ridiculous I was, yet I couldn't stop crying. I know that at some point, I calmed down a bit, my breath choked and irregular, and I was shaking. At some point soon after that, I must have fallen asleep. I don't know how -- my mind was racing and I was still sort of crying. But I did fall asleep, because the next thing I knew, someone was shaking me awake.

"Get up," Mr. Hansen was saying to me. 

"What...?" I mumbled, trying to figure out what was happening. 

"Claire, get up," he said. I was pulled to my feet roughly. Blinking, I looked at Mr. Hansen. The look on his face was similar to the one he had the first night I came home past curfew. His voice was stony and I shivered nervously. 

"I'm up," I whispered unnecessarily. Without a word, he grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall next to the window, holding my arms tightly. 

"You aren't going to talk unless I tell you to," he growled, then pressed his mouth against mine fiercely. When he pulled back, I had to gasp for breath. "Understand?"

"Yes," I gasped, my eyes wide as I looked at him.

He tightened his grip on my arm. "Yes, what?" 

I winced as he grasped my arm tightly. "Yes, Daddy," I whispered.

His grip loosened and he kissed the corner of my mouth. "Good girl. You listen to me and this will be easy. You did a bad thing tonight, Claire, and you're going to be punished accordingly."

I moaned softly. I knew I could trust Mr. Hansen fully, even with him "punishing" me, but I was still nervous about what was going to happen -- in a good way. I was just glad that he was back. At that moment, I was fine with whatever he had planned for me. He kissed me softly, sliding his tongue along my bottom lip and my eyes fluttered shut, just enjoying the feeling of his lips against mine. Mr. Hansen wouldn't let me enjoy it for long, though. He bit down on my bottom lip just hard enough to make me cry out, then pulled back. "Go to your room," he said. "Take your clothes off and kneel facing away from the door. Do it fast."

He pushed me away from him and I stumbled as I ran up the stairs to my room. My heart was pounding as I ripped my dress off, nearly tearing it as I threw it to the ground. I dropped to my knees facing away from my door and looking at my bed, my breath coming quicker as I contemplated what would happen to me when Mr. Hansen came upstairs. He took his time, and probably purposely. I could hear each of his footsteps as he walked up the stairs and passed by my room, not even taking the time to glance in the open door on his way to the guest room. He couldn't have taken more than five minutes but it felt like an hour to me. When I finally heard his footsteps coming back up the hallway, I tensed in anticipation. His steps slowed as he got to my room and a shiver ran up my spine as I heard him stop in the doorway. He didn't move for a few moments and I had to fight the urge to turn around and see what he was doing. 

Finally, I heard him enter my room. He walked up behind me slowly and I wanted nothing more than to look up and see what he was doing. His steps were slow and steady, heavy on the floor, and I heard him drop something on my desk before coming up behind me. I shivered again, willing myself not to move and see what he was doing. 

"You know you've been very naughty, don't you, Claire?" he asked softly.

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered obediently. "I'm really, really sorry."

"I know you are, baby," he said. "But being sorry just isn't enough for how naughty you've been."

"I know, Daddy," I answered. I jumped as I felt his hand on my shoulder, sliding down my arm. 

"Now, be a good girl and this will be a lot easier," he said as he moved his hand down my arm. When it got to my wrist, he pulled my arm behind my back, then did the same to my other arm. I felt him tie something around my wrists, not tight enough to cut off my circulation, but I knew I couldn't get out of it. I was a little bit scared. His punishment wasn't rough or harsh, so far anyways, and it was almost making things harder for me knowing that he was being so caring. 

Mr. Hansen moved around me, and I finally got to see him. I looked up at him, my eyes wide, but he smiled reassuringly. He was naked, his cock half erect, and I knew what he wanted even before he reached down and guided my head towards his cock. Obediently, I stuck out my tongue and started to lick him, getting his cock slick before I took it in my mouth and began to suck. It slowly began to harden beneath my lips and I almost couldn't contain a moan as I felt him grow in my mouth. He let me suck and lick at him until he was fully erect, and he let me enjoy licking him for a little bit longer before he slowly began to force more of his cock into my mouth. 

Now, I can take quite a bit of a cock before I start to gag. Jenny is the more experienced cocksucker between the two of us, and she can have her nose buried in a guy's pubes and not have even flinched. I mean, I'm sure she could deep-throat even Dan's monstrous cock. I, on the other hand, like to use my tongue. I focus my attention on the tip of the cock, and I've never had any complaints on my technique. However, Mr. Hansen wanted to fuck my mouth, and with his cock already in it, there was no way for me to protest. I took as much of his cock as I could, which was a great deal, but Mr. Hansen wanted more. I tried to pull back a bit, but his hand was in my hair and he pushed my mouth down on his cock. I started to choke, and Mr. Hansen groaned as he pulled back a bit. I took a deep breath, and was glad I did -- he immediately pushed back into my mouth, just as deep as before. I could feel the hair surrounding his cock brushing against my nose as I gagged, tears springing up in my eyes from my gag reflex as he continued to fuck my mouth. I looked up at him as tears welled in my eyes, and he was looking down at me. Still, he didn't stop, and I was kind of glad for it. He continued to shove his cock into my throat and after a few repetitions, I was almost able to swallow his entire cock without making a sound. Eventually, he loosened the grip he had on my hair and let me control how much of him I had in my mouth, since I was able to get most of it before he had to thrust forward a bit to get the rest of it down my throat. 

I wondered for awhile if Mr. Hansen was going to cum in my mouth, as he fucked it for quite awhile. But after a bit, he pulled out. His cock was rock hard and glistening with my saliva. I admired it for a bit before looking up at him. He was watching me stare at his cock, and smiled when I looked up. "You did a good job, baby," he said. I grinned, glad for the praise. He bent down, helping me to my feet, and kissed me once I was standing. "You're still getting a spanking, though."

My lip trembled a bit as I looked up at him. "I understand, Daddy," I whispered. He spanked my ass lightly.

"I didn't say you could speak," he said, his voice adopting the same cold, ordering tone as it had before. I bit my lip, unsure if I should apologise, and he kissed me hard. "Get on your bed," he ordered, pulling away from me and putting a pillow further down. I knew it was to be placed under my hips to raise my round ass in the air. I looked up at Mr. Hansen nervously. I had expected him to take me over his lap and spank me like he had before. Something about being on his lap gave a sense of intimacy, that we were still close and that he couldn't do anything to really hurt me. Plus, I loved the feel of his cock beneath me, twitching as he spanked and rubbed my ass and felt my pussy.

"What exactly are you waiting for?" Mr. Hansen asked as I hesitated in moving.

"Nothing, Daddy," I said softly, glancing away from him as I stepped towards the bed. I awkwardly pulled myself on the bed, hardly able to do it without the use of my hands, and Mr. Hansen helped me lie on the pillow. He adjusted a pillow under me and I turned my head so I could see him. 

He walked across my room and picked up the thing he had put on my desk earlier. I gasped as I realised what it was, and the second I saw it, I knew I should have expected it. Mr. Hansen was holding a thick black paddle. From where I was lying, it looked as long as my arm. There were flat silver studs along the edges, and it looked like it was covered in leather. It was, simply put, menacing, and while the sight of it made me shake, it also made my clit throb. I let out a low, nervous groan as Mr. Hansen started to walk across the room towards me.




One Week with Mr. Hansen Ch. 04



"I saw this when I was running errands," he said. "I didn't think I'd need to buy it because I was sure you weren't that naughty of a girl, Claire." He was next to my bed and he lightly dragged the paddle against my ass, over the roundness and against my crack. I shivered, still craning my neck to look at him. There was a drop of precum on the tip of his cock and I knew he was going to enjoy this. Which, to me, meant that things were okay between us. And the way my clit was throbbing each time he passed the paddle over my ass, I knew I was going to enjoy it too. 

He took the paddle away from my skin and lay it gently next to me on the bed. Immediately, he brought his hand down on my ass three times, hard and fast. I let out a soft yelp, and he did it once more. "Quiet," he ordered. "I don't want to hear a single noise from you, understand?"

"Yes, D-Daddy," I stuttered. I had no idea how I was going to keep myself from making noise once he started to use the paddle, but I was damn determined to try. After all, what else could I do?

He lightly slapped my ass again, not hard enough for me to feel any pain except a slight sting where he had already spanked me. He then began to rub the area, soothing it. I let out a breath, so soft it couldn't even be considered a sigh, as his fingers began to trail between my legs. I wasn't dripping wet yet, but there was a bit of moisture collected along my slit, and Mr. Hansen gently dipped his fingers in it. "You're enjoying this too much, I think," he said, pulling his hand away. I bit my lip, tensing in anticipation, expecting him to bring his hand down on my ass again. Instead, he brought his fingers to my lips, pushing them into my mouth. "Can you still taste them?" he asked.

I looked up at him as he pulled his fingers out of my mouth. My cheeks flushed at his question and though I opened my mouth slightly, I wasn't sure what to say. Mr. Hansen didn't have much patience that night, though, and when I didn't answer, he brought his hand down on my ass harder than he had ever done it before. "I asked you a question, Claire," he said.

My face was burning and I was sure I was about to cry, so I shook my head. Mr. Hansen plunged his hands between my legs again and shoved two fingers inside me roughly. I caught myself before I could cry out, my breathing just quickening as he pulled them away. He wrapped his other hand in my hair and pulled my head back, bringing his fingers to my mouth again. "Don't fucking lie to me," he said. "I told you this would be easy if you were a good girl." He paused as he shoved his fingers into my mouth, and I focused on the taste of myself on his fingers. It wasn't the first time I had tasted myself, and I knew that the saltiness lying beneath the taste of my juices wasn't usually there. Tears sprung up in my eyes as Mr. Hansen leaned over me, his face just inches away from mine as he pulled his fingers from my mouth. "You get a second chance because I'm feeling nice," he said softly. "Now, can you still taste them?"

I took a deep, shaking breath, and looked down. "Yes, Daddy," I whispered, my voice so soft that I was sure he couldn't have heard it and was going to spank me again. I slammed my eyes shut, wincing, waiting for him to bring his hand or maybe even the paddle down on me, but he didn't. He let go of my hair and brought the hand to my cheek, cupping my face gently. I opened my eyes, slightly confused, just in time to see him bring his face to mine. He kissed me hard for just a moment before pulling away.

"You fucked two boys," he said. "Right?"

"Yes, Daddy," I answered quickly.

"You came just once?"

I hesitated. "Yes, with them," I said. Mr. Hansen raised his eyebrows. "I did with Jenny, too," I explained softly.

"I don't care about that," he said. "You could cum a million times with Jenny and I don't give a fuck. That's fine." He paused. "Did you suck either of their cocks?" I shook my head, and he nodded. "And, obviously, they both came?" I nodded, and he kissed me lightly.

"That's going to be five smacks with this," he declared, standing up and picking up the paddle. I twisted my body, looking up at him, wanting to ask why but knowing I couldn't. Mr. Hansen looked at me with a cold stare. "One for each boy you fucked, one for each time they came, and one for when you came."

I bit my lip, knowing that there was no way to argue with him, and returned to lying on my stomach. He dragged the thick paddle against me and it sent chills directly up my spine. "It's for your own good, baby," he said. I felt the paddle move away from my skin and tensed just as Mr. Hansen brought it down on my ass.

It was like nothing I've ever felt before. I buried my face in the pillow, and I have no idea how I didn't scream. The stinging sensation I felt when Mr. Hansen spanked me was intensified by about fifty times. I can't think of any words that could describe the kind of pain it was. It stung, it didn't fade, and my pussy was instantly soaking. It was as though someone had been teasing me and teasing me for hours on end without ever getting near my pussy. The change in my arousal was so instantaneous, I almost moaned. I bit my lip and managed to keep quiet, however. 

When he brought the paddle down again, the tears that had been building up spilled down my cheeks and I had to take a deep breath to keep from screaming. My breathing was shaky, and I slammed my eyes shut, trying to think of anything I could that would take my focus off the stinging. That "anything" ended up being the throbbing in my cunt and the wetness that wasn't just dripping from my pussy, but was coating the inside of my thighs. I wanted nothing more than to have a hand between my legs, rubbing my clit. I couldn't believe that this was turning me on so much, but the thought went straight out of my head when Mr. Hansen brought the paddle down a third time. On that time, I made a small noise in the back of my throat, halfway between a choke and a squeal. I bit down on my lip to keep it from being heard, and I swear that I almost broke the skin. I squirmed helplessly on the bed, trying to soothe the stinging, burning sensation on my skin on one hand, and trying to get some sort of friction on my clit on the other. Mr. Hansen brought the paddle down almost immediately after the previous one and I had to remind myself to breathe. My cunt was dripping. I was sure there was a pool of my juices on the pillow beneath me, and I was sure that Mr. Hansen could see the glistening wetness between my legs. I gasped for breath, wanting nothing more than to just be fucked. The throbbing of my clit was almost painful, and I'm sure it would have been actually painful if I wasn't already feeling pain from being spanked. My nipples were hard against the bed and my body was so heightened that I think I could have cum if Mr. Hansen had spanked me right away.

He didn't, though. I thought he was just waiting, but he didn't do it. I twisted a bit on the bed, tears streaming down my face, waiting for him to do it again, but the paddle was no where near me. It took a little bit, but the stinging subsided just enough for me to wonder why. I turned my head and looked up at Mr. Hansen. He was staring at my ass, but when I moved, he looked at me. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, looking almost horrified. The paddle was still in his hand, but it was by his side. "Claire... I didn't... that wasn't too far, was it?"

"No, Daddy," I gasped. It hurt like hell, that was true, but I was so wet that the second he untied my hands, I would be on his cock so fast that he wouldn't even know what was happening. I had no reasoning behind why I wanted more. My ass felt like it was on fire, but I was so turned on by it that I couldn't imagine it being too much.

"I don't want to hurt you, baby..." he said.

"Daddy..." I said softly. "You still have one more."

He looked at me for a long moment, as if he didn't know what to do. All I knew is that he had said five, and five is what I deserved. "I was really bad, Daddy, remember?" I said, biting my lip. "I wouldn't feel right if you didn't punish me." He considered it for a moment, looking at me, and must have decided that he trusted me, because he lifted the paddle. 

"You don't have to be quiet on this one," he told me. I closed my eyes as he began to bring it down. It came down on my ass and I took what he said seriously. I can't even describe the sound I made when he spanked me the final time. It was a scream, a shriek, a moan... all I know it was that it ended in a sob and that's when Mr. Hansen dropped the paddle to the floor. It made a loud bang, but I didn't even notice. His hand was on my ass, the feel of his skin almost cool against the burn I was feeling, soothing me. "I'm sorry baby," he gasped. "Jesus, you should have said... I won't ever do that again..." His hands were so close to my pussy, but at the same time, he wouldn't move them between my legs. My clit was throbbing so much and I couldn't take it anymore.

"FUCK!" I yelled, interrupting his apologies. I twisted away from his hands, though it was more that he jerked his hands away from me. I just couldn't take it -- I need something, and I needed it immediately. 

"What's wrong?" he gasped. "Did I..."

There were tears on my face from the spanking, but I really started to cry as I tried to turn towards him. "D-Daddy," I sobbed. "I n-need to be fucked. NOW!" All I could think about was my throbbing clit. I needed to be touched, something, anything -- I needed it so bad that it almost hurt more than being spanked by the thick paddle. I let out a low moan, twisting on the bed, trying to find some way to get some friction between my legs. 

Mr. Hansen didn't wait. He moved onto the bed and put his hands on my hips, twisting me back onto my stomach, and lifting my hips up so I was on my knees. "Fuck me, please, please Daddy!" I moaned as he moved me. My breasts were pressing against the bed, my head turned to the side as I couldn't hold myself up. My hands were still tied behind my back. Mr. Hansen didn't wait. He thrust into me with a single, hard thrust, and immediately started fucking me harder than he had ever fucked me before. His body pressed against mine and each time he pushed into me, he hit my stinging ass and sent a shock of pain through me. The mixture of pain and pleasure was more incredibly than anything I had ever felt. It only took a short while for me to cum, and I did without warning. I screamed and moaned and pressed back against Mr. Hansen, my pussy clenching around his cock as I gasped for breath. 

When I came down, Mr. Hansen pulled out of me and untied my hands. I let them drop to my side and I lifted myself off the bed. He grabbed me roughly and without warning, and I let out a short cry of surprise as he lay on his back and I tumbled on top of him. "You didn't deserve to be fucked like that," he said.

"I know I didn't, Daddy," I replied in my high-pitched, girly voice. "You're too nice to me."

"And don't you forget it," he replied, lightly tapping his hand against my ass. It stung more than a little tap should have, but I moaned softly and adjusted myself so I was straddling him. I was a little too far up, and I could feel his cock pressed against my ass, smooth and soaking with my juices. Mr. Hansen put his hands on my hips and pulled me back, positioning me over his cock, and I sank down on it easily. We both sighed, and he began to guide me at a slow, easy pace. "Are you going to be a naughty girl again, Claire?"

"No, Daddy," I said, as I moved against his cock. He smiled.

"You can fuck any boy you want, baby," he said to me. His words were incredibly steady for someone getting fucked, but I could still tell he was having trouble focusing on what he was saying to me. "Any boy. You're eighteen and you should be able to fuck boys your own age."

"I only want to fuck you, Daddy," I moaned, leaning forward a bit.

"You say that now," he replied. "I'm telling you, I don't care. But I'm the ONLY one who gets to cum in your gorgeous little cunt, do you understand?"

I moaned, trying to move a bit faster, but his hands stopping me, waiting for my answer. "Yes, Daddy."

He didn't respond, just let his hands guide me slowly for a few more moments before he let go. I began to move harder against him, faster, and he thrust up into me, matching my pace. His hands moved around me, resting on my ass, and pushing me forward so my tits were in his face. He sucked and licked on my nipples as I rode his cock, and before I knew it, I was building up again, nearly ready to cum. Mr. Hansen was close, too, and I heard him groan into my tits before he began thrusting up into me erratically. He bit down lightly on my nipple as he began to shoot into my cunt, and it was enough to make me cum again. I cried out as my pussy tightened around his cock again, milking every last drop from him as I rode out my orgasm. When I came down, I collapsed on top of him, his softening cock still inside me as I gasped for breath on top of him. 

Mr. Hansen slowly moved me off him, and I rolled onto the bed. My ass was still stinging from my spanking, but I barely noticed as he pulled the blankets over us and wrapped his arms around me. "I know I can't have all of you to myself, Claire," he whispered as we got comfortable. "I'm glad for whatever I can have, don't ever doubt that."

"You can have all of me, Daddy," I mumbled. "I don't want anyone else."

He chuckled. I know he didn't take me seriously, but I meant it. I was too tired to say anything else, though, and the last thing I remember before I drifted off to sleep was Mr. Hansen pressing his lips against my forehead. 

It felt like only a few minutes later when those same lips were being pressed against my neck and his hands were rubbing my arms, gently shaking me awake. I sighed as the hands moved from my shoulders to my chest, fingers trailing against my skin and over my breast. I think that's when Mr. Hansen realised I was awake, because he shifted a bit and cupped my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers as he moved his lips from my neck to just under my ear, down my jaw and to the corner of my mouth. I couldn't keep a slow smile from crossing my lips. I hadn't even opened my eyes, and Mr. Hansen's lips were against mine. He kissed me for a long moment before pulling back, moving his hand from my breast down to my hip. When he didn't kiss me again, I reluctantly opened my eyes.

Mr. Hansen smiled when I opened my eyes, and I couldn't help but grin back at him, pulling the blankets around me as I yawned. "Morning," he said, pulling me close to him. 

"It's too early for morning," I mumbled, though I smiled. He kissed me again, his hands resting on my hips. The kiss was comfortable, familiar, but still exciting. We simply kissed for a few moments, but when I started to slide my hands down his arms with the intent of wrapping my fingers around his cock, he pulled his lips away and put his hands over mine. I looked up at him, putting a little pout on my face.

Mr. Hansen chuckled. "Not now, baby," he said. "You have to get ready for school."

I groaned, shutting my eyes. "Do I have to?" I whined. "It's the last day, we're not doing anything anyways..."

"It's your last day of high school for the rest of your life," Mr. Hansen said. He kissed me lightly on the cheek and then moved off the bed. "Besides, I have a present for you."

I rolled over and watched as he walked naked across my room and to my desk, frowning a bit. "A present?" I repeated, sitting up and letting my legs dangle over the edge of the bed as I pulled the blankets around me.

He paused and looked at me, his hand resting on something on my desk. "Don't you want a present?" he asked.

"I didn't think I deserved one," I said softly.

Mr. Hansen looked at me for a long moment before crossing my room and settling himself on the bed next to me. He reached up and cupped my face, looking at me seriously. "Baby..." he started, "last night... I don't want you to think..."

I had to look away from him as I shook my head. "I really am sorry," I whispered, biting my lip. 

"You shouldn't be," Mr. Hansen said. "Claire, you need to spend time with guys your own age and..."

"But I don't want to," I interrupted. "I didn't even have fun and I felt like a whore. A really disgusting whore. And I wanted to be with you the whole time."

"I know, baby," he said. "But that doesn't mean... well, we didn't talk about it before hand, and it's not your fault. I just..."

"What do you mean, you know?" I asked, frowning. 

He laughed. "Jenny apparently called every Hansen in the phonebook in the middle of the night until she found me."

"You were just at home?" I asked.

He shook his head. "She got my cell phone number off my answering machine and well... she gave me quite a talking to when I picked up." I didn't say anything, just silently thanked Jenny for what she did for me. "It doesn't matter, what you did..." He paused again. "I didn't... hurt you or anything...?"

I giggled. "Nothing that wasn't worth it in the end," I said. 

Mr. Hansen laughed and leaned forward to kiss me. "Well then, let's say that no one has to be sorry, and you deserve presents just as much as you did before." He stood up and walked to my desk again. I watched as he picked up a white bag off my desk. "I got this the other day," he explained as he turned around. "Go shower -- quickly, you don't have much time to get ready for school -- and then you can open this. I'll leave it in the bathroom."

I giggled as he left the room, yawning and stretching as I looked over at the clock. He hadn't left me much time to get ready. I got up quickly and grabbed some clothes, though I was fairly certain that Mr. Hansen had a new outfit for me in that bag. I made my way to the bathroom, holding the clothes against my chest in a lame attempt to cover my naked body, though it didn't really matter. After all, even if Mr. Hansen was in the hallway instead of getting dressed in the guest room, why would I care if he saw me naked... again. 

I entered the bathroom and shut the door quietly behind me. The white bag was sitting on the counter, and I just couldn't handle the suspense -- I had to know what my present was.

I grinned as I pulled out what Mr. Hansen had bought me. Inside was a schoolgirl outfit that was modest enough for me to actually get away with wearing to school... but just barely. I giggled as I looked at everything he had gotten. He had gotten me a simple white blouse with short sleeves. It wasn't quite as see-through as the one he had bought me the other day, but it was most definitely lower cut. There was also a plaid schoolgirl skirt that looked like it would hit a few inches above my knees. He had also gotten me a pair of low rise cotton panties trimmed with lace, with a simple matching white cotton bra. It was so tiny that I doubted it would hold my modest breasts. I giggled at the simplicity of the lingerie, but loved that it was so innocent. And I just knew that the thing that would make it even better would be if I shaved the tiny patch of hair I left on top of my pussy. 

I jumped in the shower and washed my hair and body quickly before grabbing my razor and shave gel. I spread the cream over my mound quickly, letting the cool gel foam before I quickly but carefully began to slide the razor over my skin. I couldn't keep a grin from spreading across my face as I imagined the look on Mr. Hansen's face as he slid his hand into my little cotton panties and felt my smooth, bare mound. Just thinking about it was sending tingles through my body. There was only a small patch of hair, so it only took a few moments for me to become completely bare. I rinsed the razor and put it back on the shelf before letting my hand slide down between my legs. The water ran down my body and I gently brushed the rest of the foam off my mound, giggling at the foreign feel of my smooth pussy under my fingers.




One Week with Mr. Hansen Ch. 04



I only had a moment to marvel at the difference shaving that tiny patch of hair made, though, as I still had to get ready for school. I turned the shower off and jumped out. It took me a little while to get ready. I dried my hair just slightly before pulling it into two long pigtails that I knew would be curly by the time they were fully dry. I then brushed my teeth before pulling on the tiny little bra and cotton panties. I jumped a bit as I pulled the over my ass, the skin still tender from the night before. I glanced back into the mirror as I pulled the panties up. My skin was still a light pink that contrasted with the white of my new panites. I had to giggle out loud as I pulled on the white blouse. It was modest enough to get to school with, but when I leaned forward just slightly, gave a nice view of my cleavage. I tucked it into the skirt, which was pleated, and when I walked, flipped up almost enough to reveal my round ass. I put just a touch of makeup on -- mascara and a bit of my favourite cherry lip gloss, and laughed at how stereotypical I was being. I knew that Mr. Hansen would love it, no matter how cliché I was being.

I had just finished putting my makeup on when there was a knock on the bathroom door. "Claire, you're going to be late," Mr. Hansen said through the door. I took a final glance in the mirror before opening the door. Mr. Hansen's mouth dropped open as I looked up at him from the doorway.

"Sorry, Daddy," I said with a giggle as I brushed past him in the doorway. "I'll just get my things and go." I jogged lightly down the hallway, knowing my skirt was flipping up tantalizingly close to showing the little cotton panties he had bought me. 

I left the door to my room open as I bent down to pick up my bag and my purse. When I straightened up, I turned to see Mr. Hansen standing in my doorway. I let him look up and down at my body before I giggled. "I'm gonna be late," I said.

Mr. Hansen smiled at me, walking slowly into my and up to me. I looked up at him as he moved close to me, his hands moving onto my hips as he pulled me closer to him. "I think maybe I can drive you to school," he said. "So we have a few more... uhh... minutes."

He leaned down to try to kiss me, but I teasingly turned my head and pulled back. "Now, I can't be late, it's my last day of class," I teased. 

Mr. Hansen studied me for a moment, then laughed as he shook his head. "One kiss, then I'll drive you to school," he bargained, giving me no choice as he put a hand on my cheek and pressed his lips against mine. I kissed him lightly, giggling after he pulled back. "Cherry?" he asked. I nodded. "You are a naughty tease," he told me, slapping me lightly on my ass. I tried not to wince, knowing he didn't know my skin was still tender. 

I let Mr. Hansen lead me from the room and down the kitchen, where he made me eat a piece of toast and take an apple before he'd take me to school. The drive was quiet, Mr. Hansen glancing over at me every chance he could as I crossed my legs in the front seat, my skirt riding dangerously high up my legs as I stared out the window, pretending not to notice him looking at me. I kept shifting, letting my skirt ride higher and higher, and by the time we were a block away, Mr. Hansen had a noticeable bulge that I was desperate to get my hands on. 

The drive only took a few minutes, and when we pulled up, I realised I still had a few minutes until I needed to be inside for classes. The front of the school was packed with buses, so Mr. Hansen had to drive one street over to find a place to stop. I glanced around as he put the car in park. There was no one around, not even the stoners who usually smoked on the curb just down from where we were parked. 

"Well, baby," Mr. Hansen said, turning in his seat to look at me. "Time to go."

I undid my seat belt and let my purse slide to the floor, next to my backpack. "I'm a little early, actually," I said, smiling as I shifted and moved across the front seat. "And I never said thank you for my present." I leaned forward just slightly, my hands resting on his shoulders as I started to kiss his neck.

He groaned softly, his hand moving around my body and onto my ass. "Baby, we don't have time..." he groaned.

"Aww, please Daddy?" I whined as I slid further down his body, kissing his chest through his shirt as my hands trailed down to undo the top of his pants. "I wanna be able to taste you all morning."

Mr. Hansen groaned again and brought his hands to the top of my head, gently guiding me down his body a bit quicker. "How can I say no to that, baby?" he whispered. 

I got his pants undone quickly and pulled his cock out. He was hard, and I stroked him firmly a few times before dipping my head the rest of the way into his lap and flicking my tongue against his cock. I teased his tip for a bit, licking and twirling my tongue around him as I lightly stroked his shaft. I didn't have much time for teasing, though, so I wrapped my lips around his cock and began to work his cock. I bobbed my head quickly on his head, taking him deep into my mouth. Each time I moved on his cock, I took him a little deeper, until I felt dark, coarse hair brushing against my nose. I was shocked that I could take so much of him in my mouth. I guess having him fuck my mouth the night before had really helped my cock-sucking, I thought, a muffled giggle escaping as I sucked him. The giggle made Mr. Hansen groan a little louder and thrust up into my mouth a bit. I did it again, guessing that he really liked it, and I felt him shudder as his hands moved to my pigtails. He wrapped his fingers in them, using my hair to pull me further down on his cock. "Baby, that's amazing," he moaned. 

I moaned in response, his cock pressing against the back of my throat, the vibrations against his cock making him groan again. Suddenly, his grip on my hair grew tighter. "Baby," he whispered. "There's people up the street. Don't move. We'll get caught."

So I sat there for a moment, Mr. Hansen's cock buried in my mouth, his hands tangled in my pigtails. All I could hear was Mr. Hansen's breathing, knowing his eyes were fixated on the people down the street. We stayed that way for a few moments, before I softly started to hum.

Mr. Hansen nearly jumped out of his seat. I couldn't move my head, but I was able to send my vocal vibrations up his cock as I rubbed his balls. "Baby," he gasped as he began pushing up into my mouth. I gagged a bit on his cock, but continued to hum as he fucked as much of my mouth as he could get away with without being too noticeable. "Baby," he groaned. "They're walking a bit closer... no, they're just sitting... Claire, I'm going to cum in your mouth, baby."

I responded by bobbing my head faster, humming all the while. I could move my head more freely now that Mr. Hansen had seen the people sit down, and I worked his cock the best I could. It didn't take long for Mr. Hansen to shudder and his hands to tighten in my hair again. He groaned, and I felt his balls tighten as his cock thickened in my mouth. Half a moment later, his hot cum was shooting into my mouth, splattering against the back of my throat. I milked his cock eagerly, catching as much of his cum as I could, though he produced quite a load and I knew some of it was dripping out of my mouth and onto my chin. When I was sure that I had gotten everything, I swallowed and slowly sat back up, stooping in my seat a bit as to not draw any attention to my reappearance in the passenger seat. I wiped the cum off my chin and licked my fingers as I looked at Mr. Hansen, who was fumbling with his pants as he watched me eat his cum. 

"Sweetie, you didn't have to do that," he said. 

"I wanted to, Daddy," I said, giggling. "Now I'll be able to taste you all morning."

He laughed, then started the car. "I'll drive around to the front again," he said. "You won't be late, will you?" 

I glanced at the clock and shook my head. The first bell would just be going and that gave me three minutes to rush to my class. Mr. Hansen drove to the front of the school, where people were pouring inside, and stopped just in front of the doors. "Thank you, baby," he said, grinning at me. "That was very nice of you."

"You know I liked it, Daddy," I giggled. I leaned across the seat, knowing no one would notice as I kissed him hard, my tongue slipping into his mouth. I knew Mr. Hansen could taste himself on me, and it made me tingle just to know it. I had to pull back and get to class long before I wanted to end the kiss. 

"Have a good day, baby," Mr. Hansen said as I opened the car door. 

"See you tonight, Daddy!" I called as I shut the door. Knowing his eyes were still on me, I took a few steps and flipped the short little skirt up "accidentally," showing Mr. Hansen my little cotton panties. Turning back, I giggled and waved before running towards the school. 

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This isn't the end -- look for part 5, coming soon!