2 comments/ 203263 views/ 6 favorites Temptation of a Single Father Ch. 01 By: Stardog Champion The last thing 37 year old Kurt Sandridge thought he would be doing when he watched his now 10 year old daughter come into the world back in 1992 was that he would be the girl's prime caregiver before she would be old enough to finish elementary school. A sales rep. for a Louisville based paint company, Kent's grand plan early on during his marriage with his now ex wife Lisa was that she would be home to raise their daughter Melanie while he took every project that he could to help climb the corporate ladder and make a better life for his young family. When Lisa began suffering a series of physical ailments combined with her subsequent addiction to prescription pain killers, wine and barbiturates, Kent steadily came to realize his dream marriage and dream life for his only child wasn't going to work out. A few weeks after Melanie's 6th birthday, Kent served Lisa with divorce papers. That had been almost 4 years earlier and with the mountain of evidence related to Lisa's dependency and bad health, Kent was awarded primary care over his daughter. One of the conditions over his custody agreement however was that Kent wouldn't be able to take some of the extended business trips he otherwise would have with his company because he needed to be home to look after Melanie on a regular basis. While it certainly halted some of the advancement opportunities within his company, it was a trade Kent gladly made in order to spend time with his daughter and to be there everyday to watch her grow up. One of the greatest blessings and strokes of luck Kent encountered with his parental agreement was the seemingly never ending supply of teenage girls in his suburban neighborhood who were looking for a way to make extra money babysitting on the rare occasions he did have to stay late at work or go out of town on a short business trip. One of the girls that had built up Kent, as well as Melanie's trust was a 18 year old named Doreen Campbell. Doreen was the oldest daughter of Bob and Gloria Campbell, Kent's neighbors five doors down. Kent and Bob had been occasional deer hunting buddies and one late evening upon returning from the woods, Kent had dropped off Bob back at his house and met Doreen. When Doreen's mother had mentioned her then 16 year old daughter was looking for some babysitting work, an instant partnership was struck. Over the year and a half that she had looked after Melanie, she had developed a rather close bond with the child. A bond that was causing her a very heavy heart that Summer because Doreen knew that she was about to start her Freshman year at college and would have to vacate her treasured role of looking after Kent Sandridge's 10 year old daughter. ____________________________________ The first thing that struck Kent when he initially met Doreen Campbell was just how much she looked like her Mother. Having been a dutiful and busy single father for the better part of a half decade, Kent's social calendar had all but dried up. There had been a few rare occasions on business trips that he did solicit the use of a prostitute to get him through the night, but when it came to a real date with a real woman, Kent couldn't remember the last time he had that pleasure and burden. Left to his own devices, Kent kept a keen eye on several of the women who lived in his neighborhood, and Doreen's mother Gloria was one such woman. And with Doreen, the apple of beauty didn't fall far off the family tree. Doreen had the same long, sandy blonde hair as her Mother to go with the exact same seemingly fluid frame as Gloria. Even though she was still a teenager, Doreen was already a full inch or two taller than her Mother as well. Doreen also had the same haunting dark blue eyes as her Mom, along with something deeply embedded within them that spoke to a weakness of need that could never be touched. Those eyes, along with the girl's long blonde hair and neat row of freckles that lined her chest, often kept Kent awake at night, laying in the dark guiltily bathing himself in an innocent fantasy that he would never admit to in the light of day. ____________________________________ More than any other babysitter Melanie had over her short life, she had bonded with Doreen better than any of them. The close-knit relationship the two girls had forged had thus given Kent Sandridge the option of accepting some of the more lucrative work assignments that required him to travel a little further from home. With Doreen now 18, Kent was even able to take a few overnight trips with the full and utmost confidence that Melanie was in good hands. Even Kent had began to wax nostalgic a little as that Summer progressed knowing Doreen would be leaving in the Fall to start college and he felt a strange but tangible inner feeling of loss knowing he and Melanie would have to find another regular babysitter. ____________________________________ In early July of Doreen's final Summer at home, Kent was asked by his boss to fill in and take a coworkers place at a weekend seminar up in Cleveland, which was a solid 4 hour drive from Louisville. Totally content in the knowledge Melanie would be safe and happy with Doreen as her caretaker for two nights, Kent agreed to take the assignment and left late that Friday afternoon with a totally clear conscience. After arriving safely in Cleveland and going through the motions of all the stuff he was scheduled to during the Saturday session, Kent was confronted with an interesting dilemma when the people that were putting on the seminar informed the guests that the Sunday session had been cancelled. Kent's first reaction was ecstatic joy, much the same way a kid feels when he hears that school has been shut down for the day. Knowing he had an entire hotel suite to himself, on the company's credit card, Kent hastily thumbed through his black book for the number of the escort agency he had used in Cleveland several years before on a similar trip. Halfway through riffling for the number, an overriding sense of guilt swept through Kent's soul. "You're either too old...or too young to be worrying about getting a hooker for the day...you've got plenty of time to do that when you're 60," Kent told himself apologetically. "You've got a beautiful young daughter at home who you'd love to spend an unexpected Sunday with...why don't you just drive home and get a good nights sleep in your own bed and spend your day off there!" So with that, Kent quickly packed his overnight bags, checked out and jumped into his rental car at a little after 9 that night and headed for home. With the help of several cups of really bad convenience store coffee, Kent was able to ward off the scourge of drowsiness until he finally turned the car into his driveway at a little after 1 am Sunday morning. Kent's senses were immediately jolted when he noticed a strange vehicle blocking in Doreen's car. "Wonder who in the Hell that is?" he whispered to himself, suddenly more awake than he had been. Slowly turning his head towards the house, Kent switched off the car's engine while he surveyed his residence for any sign of life. "All dark...dead as a doornail," he mouthed. "Remember Kent," a subtle voice of reminder echoed up from the drowsy abyss inside his head. "You told Doreen if she wanted...on these nights you stayed away all night...she could bring a friend of hers over to keep her company...its just one of her friend's cars." His mind resting better now, safe in the knowledge that there was no one in the house that wasn't supposed to be, Kent fished for his house key as he strode towards the front door. "You should probably just sleep downstairs on the sofa," Kent rationally told himself as he snuck his key into the lock and peeked his head inside. Taking one last look behind him before disappearing inside the darkened house, it finally dawned on Kent where he had seen the strange car before. "That's Doreen's boyfriend," a light went off inside Kent's head. "You didn't tell her she could have her boyfriend over," one voice rattled inside of Kent's pysche. "But you didn't say she couldn't," another voice reminded. "She's an adult...I trust her...I guess I'll have to trust him too." "But Geez Kent...he's up there sleeping in the bed...your bed...with her...you haven't even slept with anyone in that bed for a couple of years...it just doesn't seem right." Quietly slipping off his shoes so his footsteps wouldn't echo through the silent house as he walked across the living room, Kent deposited his travel spent body down on the large sofa against the far wall. Sitting on the refuge of the couch, Kent gradually allowed his senses to adjust to the silent darkness surrounding him. After a few moments however, Kent realized that the house wasn't entirely silent. "What's...that...noise?" he sighed. "You're just hearing things," he consciously replied even though he curiously recognized the squeaking sounds filtering down faintly from upstairs. "Well...if this isn't an awkward situation," Kent sarcastically shook his head. "I hope Doreen at least remembered to close her door as well as Melanie's if she and her boyfriend were...going to have...sex...in my bedroom." "You know Kent...you really ought to go up and at least check on your daughter...make sure everything's OK before you turn in," his conscience chided. "Melanie's OK...Doreen's built your trust" Kent whispered out loud as the sounds of squeaking coming from his upstairs bedroom danced like flirtatious starlings on his throbbing eardrums. Kent sat on the edge of the sofa for several moments, at a loss over what to do next. "Should have just stayed in Cleveland and got a hooker," Kent moaned as he pensively rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Yep," every voice inside of his head agreed as he continued to listen to the shaky sound of sex going on above. "And besides...You just can't go upstairs with all that going on...especially if they don't even know someone else is in the house...you would scare them to death." "It's your Goddamn house," Kent's inner venom brazenly replied. "But if you go up there...you'll scare them so bad...you'll probably scar them for life...and in the process probably wake Melanie up too." "Then why don't you just go halfway up the steps...make sure their bedroom door is at least closed...no way they can hear you with all that going on between them," Kent's conflicting interests seemed to agree with clarity. Before the final few words had slithered across his inner ear, Kent's bare feet were moving towards the stairway. Reaching out gently for the handrail, Kent carefully pulled his feet up the steps until he reached his stated goal of midway. "Damn...the door is half opened and half closed," He mumbled. "What to do know...just turn and go back downstairs...your damn head is spinning because your so sleepy...just turn and walk back down to the sofa." But for some reason, his feet didn't move. Closing his eyes, allowing the sexually charged air slipping free from his bedroom to wash across his unshaved face, Kent slowly swiveled his head side to side as he teetered on the brink. "OHH...YEAH...AHH...YEAH...COME ON DOREEN...FUCK ME BACK... YEAHHH...HURRY UP AND FUCK ME BACK," Kent could hear Doreen's boyfriend's gasping voice urge her on. Each time it seemed he had found a smooth rhythm inside of Doreen, the sounds of the squeaking bedsprings would grow unsteady and cease for a moment. Unconsciously climbing another two steps, Kent crept closer until he could hear the young couple's faint voices. "You know how tight I am Rick...just slow down...please just slow down...I want to do this but... you've got to give me...a little bit of time," Doreen begged before the jerky sounds of the bed creaking began to echo down the darkened hall once again. "This is crazy Kent...go back downstairs and let the kids have their fun," his rationality urged even though his feet found the top step. "Come on Doreen," Kent could hear Rick fiendishly sigh. "Each time we get up to speed...you start screaming it hurts...just spread your legs a little further apart...spit on your fingers and grease your pussy up if you have to...a little pain is normal." "Two steps and you'll be able to see into the room," Kent's inner voice mumbled as he eased down the upstairs hallway like a cat burglar inside his own home. "Turn your ass around and let them be," his conscience begged in a last ditch effort to get himself to do the right thing. "Take another step forward," he heard his strangely aroused penis settle the argument. Straining his neck like a giraffe so that his eyes could peek tentatively around the half closed door, Kent felt every nerve in his body shiver as he took in the shadowy sight of Rick's body engulfing Doreen on the bed. "Come on Doreen... Let's try this one more time...you swore you'd go all the way earlier tonight...and you swore you'd let me cum inside of you," Rick gruffly reminded his slightly sobbing girlfriend before pressing his weight back down on top of her cringing body. Kent felt a surreal swell of emotion swirl through his senses as he allowed his eyes to adjust to the awkward scene playing out on the other side of the door. Even though he was safely ensconced in his mid 30's, Kent could still vividly remember those anxious times of youth when he was a naive young man still trying to find his sexual confidence. Kent could sense clearly and correctly that all Rick wanted to do was to satisfy Doreen and get her off, but he was going about it extremely selfishly. The older man had to literally force his feet to stay in place as he fought the primal urge to burst into the room, shove Rick aside and fuck the teenage girl on the bed like she deserved to be fucked. "So you really do want to have sex with Doreen," a deeply hidden voice inside of Kent's head finally asserted after several months of silence. "You've wanted to for a long time Kent but this is the first time you've actually ever let it perculate to the top...You better take a step back...You really might be getting in over your head here," he found himself cringing before becoming speechless for the next few moments, simply content to watch and let Rick have his crude and crass way with Doreen. "UH...UHH...AAHHH," Doreen ardently moaned as soon as Rick re-entered her. It was a voice that Kent could clearly tell was more from pain and frustration initially than any sort of real pleasure as her 18 year old boyfriend slammed his groin relentlessly into hers. "I think I'm gonna cum," Rick huffed after several moments of downward plowing. "Slow down Rick please...hold back," Doreen sighed plaintively. "Its just starting to feel right...slow down and let me catch up Rick...so we can cum together." Kent could feel his cock rigidly tightening inside his pants as he watched Doreen's teenage boyfriend piston his behind up and down between her flailing legs. Kent felt a definite wave of guilt wash through his soul as he stood there watching his naked babysitter be reduced to tears, not to a point however that caused him to move. "What the fuck are you crying about?" Rick harshly spat down at the same time he began to deposit his steaming lust into Doreen's snatch. Doreen simply couldn't muster the words to properly convey her confusion and disgust. Just as Rick was about to pull back and dismount her however, Doreen finally managed to string a few syllables together. "I...I told you Rick...I...I was just starting to get into it...why...why couldn't you...you just wait for me to catch up...why did you have to be in such a...a hurry...," Doreen sobbed. "You gonna cry like that all night?" Rick roughly interrupted. "I gave you the last hour to get into it Doreen and you just laid there like a prude...I got what I wanted!" Kent stood blushing, hidden by the door as he internally cringed from the selfish way Rick was talking to his girlfriend. The older man found himself becoming fixated by the sight of Melanie's sobbing babysitter laying naked on the bed, her trembling white legs still spread wide as the deluge of her boyfriend's cum glistened like a shiny paste from the entrance of her cunt. That image of carnal surrender and completion was mitigated however by the increasingly pained sobs that gurgled from Doreen's heaving chest. "I don't think I wanna stay here all night and listen to this shit," Rick sharply spat, before bounding off the bed and searching for his pants. "...Please...Please don't leave," Doreen begged as she started to sob even louder. "You're right Rick...You're right...I'm sorry I get this emotional sometimes...please don't leave me here like this." Moving forward with the same selfish focus as he had just fucked Doreen with, Rick quickly rumaged for is clothes in the dark before sitting down on the edge of the bed to tie his shoes. Not wanting to get caught in such a compromising position, even inside of his own house, Kent briskly turned and slithered his still aroused body down the darkened hall and like a flash, slipped down the steps to find a good hiding place before Rick came bounding down angrily behind him. "Don't go Rick," Doreen sobbed loudly as her boyfriend footsteps echoed closer to the top of the stairway. Tucking his frame behind the bookcase against the near wall, Kent waited for the rest of the argument to play out. "Fuck you Doreen," Kent could hear Rick gruffly shot back before he began to pound his feet down the steps. Holding his breath as Rick sped past the bookshelf, Kent watched through the darkness as the 18 year old boy reached out for the front door, swung it open and then slammed it closed behind him. "He's gonna see your car parked beside his," Kent told himself as he inched out from behind the bookcase. "I don't think so," he reassured himself as he eased towards the living room's large picture window. "The only thing he's seeing right now is red," Kent surmised correctly as he peeked between the curtains at Rick dive into the front seat, start his car and back like a lunatic out of the Sandridge driveway. With Rick gone, Kent steadily allowed his heartbeat to slow within his chest until he could hear the sounds of Doreen's continued sobs coming from the upstairs bedroom. "You ought to go up there and...," Kent started to say out loud before quickly ceasing the thought. "Yeah...go up there and do what...that's the last thing she needs right now...and its the last thing you need to deal with too...just go do what you were planning on doing when you snuck in a half hour ago...drag your tired as over to the couch and get some sleep. Just tell her in the morning that you slugged your way into the house around 5 am and went straight to sleep...pretend you don't know a thing...just mind your own business." And that's exactly what Kent did. Even though rest was long in coming on the size too small sofa, he was finally able to calm his frayed nerves enough to drift to sleep after quick and guilty masturbation session as the imagery of Doreen's spread open and cum-glazed vagina showed like a frozen still picture in his dizzy mind. Kent slept soundly until the babysitter's shrill shrieks of shock and surprise from the top of the steps stirred him awake at a few minutes after 7 the next morning... Part Two is on the way... Temptation of a Single Father Ch. 02 For obvious reasons, Kent began paying somewhat closer attention to Doreen while she was over at the house. He found himself staying there a little longer when she came over to babysit before he left for his scheduled appointment and he also found himself coming home a little sooner as well. Kent occasionally found himself mentally replaying Doreen and her boyfriend's sexual falling out that night, as it unfolded in his own bed. Re-living the nervous conversations he had shared with Doreen since that night, in the safety of his darkened bedroom, Kent wallowed in the memory of his voyeuristic interlude and told himself over and over that he would have known how to have treated the young girl right. By the time the first light of dawn had crept through his bedroom window however, Kent quickly realized how silly those fantasies of having a chance with Doreen really were. __________________________________ As happens many times when one breaks up from a stressful relationship, a person often goes out and does something wild and completely out of character to try and change things up and put the pain of a broken bond behind them. Sitting on his sofa late one Tuesday afternoon, waiting for Doreen to show up to babysit Melanie, Kent got to see first hand the 18 year old's endeavor to 'change things" after breaking up with her boyfriend. After answering Doreen's knock at the door and letting the young girl in, Kent quickly picked up on the excited look beaming across Doreen's pretty face. "What's up, Doreen?" Kent asked curiously. Before he had a chance to brace himself, Doreen lifted her shirt halfway up her chest and exposed her bare, slightly tanned midriff. "UHHH" Kent gulped. "I decided to get my bellybutton pierced," Doreen proudly gleamed as she held her shirt up for Melanie's Father to see. "I just felt like doing something crazy... me and my friend Deana decided to do it today at the mall." "It's... it's nice... Doreen," Kent stuttered, as he tried to avoid making eye contact with the exposed young girl. Unable to look Doreen in the eyes and not wanting to stare like paralysed hawk at her new piece of jewelry, Kent instinctively raised his hand to his face and alternated his view back and forth from Doreen's frame to the floor below when he felt his insides start to turn to mush. "Do you wanna touch it?" Doreen asked as if she were a child beckoning a person to play with a new Christmas toy. "I'd ... better... not," Kent wavered internally even though his shaky hand rose forward. "OH... MY... GOD," the older man thought to himself as his fingertips gently collided with Doreen's bellybutton. Holding his trembling hand in place, Kent plastered an unsteady smile across his face as he subtly eased his fingers back and forth against the teenage girl's soft stomach. "I bet your Dad and Mom aren't gonna be crazy about this," Kent joked, trying to conceal his percolating nerves with a touch of sarcasm. "Yeah... ," Doreen replied. "They said I had to wait till I was 18 and out of high school... I don't think they really care if I did it or not... they will just get on my case because they know how impressionable my little sisters are and they'll think both of them will want to get something pierced besides their ears too." "I bet," Kent politely agreed as he grudgingly pulled his hand away from the babysitter's exposed flesh. "Its... real nice... Doreen," Kent stammered, feeling a light glaze of sweat beginning to coat his brow. "Let me go... let me go upstairs and tell Melanie you're here... I should be home by 8 or so... Is that OK?" "No problem," Doreen smiled as she dropped her half raised shirt back down. With that, Kent quickly darted up the steps, first to tell his daughter that Doreen had arrived and then to sneak into the bathroom for a few seconds to collect himself before heading out for the meeting he was due at. Standing alone in the upstairs bathroom, his feet spread apart and bracketing the toilet bowl below, Kent was sure he could still feel Doreen's soft, youthful skin on his fingertips as he wrapped his right hand around his now rigid hard-on. "I can't believe your doing this," his inner conscience scolded. "She's your daughter's babysitter... for Godsakes... she's almost young enough to be your own daughter... this just ain't right... Hell... She's down there right now playing with Melanie while your up here... up here... up here... jacking... off... " Kent continued to lambaste himself for nearly a minute until a bubbling hot string of semen burst like lava from his straining and reddened penis, landing in a series of messy and echoing plops in the water below. "And you just came thinking about it... didn't you?" Kent guiltily sighed out loud as he continued to wallow in the alternating mental images of Doreen's pretty face and smooth white belly. After splashing some cold water across his face and staring sheepishly in the mirror for several moments to collect his wits, Kent exited the bathroom and gingerly bounded down the steps, saying a quick goodbye to Melanie and Doreen before leaving for his appointment. _____________________________________ Arriving home that night at a little after 10, Kent mashed his teeth, upset he had frittered another night away at work to the point that he was over an hour later getting home than he had promised Doreen. "I'm sure she put Melanie to bed a few hours ago," Kent grimaced as he lugged his spent body up the walk towards the house, feeling an inner twinge of frustration that he had missed another night of tucking his young daughter into bed. Seeing the light in the living room on through the window, Kent lost himself in the memory of earlier in the evening when he got a first hand view, and feel, of Doreen's new piercing. "I wonder if her bellybutton is the only thing she has pierced?" Kent found himself pondering before his inner civility shut him up. "Don't even think about that kind of stuff... getting involved in something like that is the last thing you need right now... besides... you don't need your hand shaking when your trying to write her check out tonight." Taking a deep breath before letting himself in the house, Kent's insides inexplicably warmed when he saw Doreen sitting on the sofa, painting her toenails. "Hey... Hey... How are ya Doreen... sorry I'm so late... kinda got stuck at my meeting," Kent apologized softly, trying not be wake Melanie upstairs as he greeted her babysitter. "No big deal Mr. Sandridge... I just pulled a few movies off the shelf there and did some of my girl stuff after I put Melanie to bed about an hour and a half ago," Doreen smiled as she put the finishing touches on her toenails. "Good," Kent replied unsteadily. "Painting your toenails huh...?" Kent muttered a few moments later to break the awkward silence with the occupied teenager. "Yep... hadn't done it in a while... like the color?" Doreen asked as she teasingly raised her foot into the air and shook it in Kent's direction. "It... it looks fine," Kent stammered. "Got your bellybutton pierced... got your toenails painted... thinking 'bout dying your hair too?" "Maybe," Doreen half giggled back between blows on her toes. "I see the bottle of rubbing alcohol out... that new piercing still giving you trouble?" Kent asked with real concern as he reached over and took the bottle of alcohol into his hand. "A little... the guy at the place told me to make sure and keep it clean for a few days... my other piercing didn't give me that much problem... this one should be OK too I hope... its still a little red though... hope you didn't mind me raiding your medicine chest," Doreen sighed to Kent as he stood in front of her. "No... not at all," He mumbled back, suddenly lost in a curious delirium over Doreen mentioning 'another' piercing. "Oh... I thought you knew... some of my friends got me drunk for my 18th birthday a few months back... got one of my nipples pierced... I thought everyone knew," Doreen sheepishly admitted. Another lengthy silence passed between the two as Kent fought to keep the rubbing alcohol bottle in his hand from shaking. "... N... N... .No... No I didn't," Kent stuttered and sure enough, when Doreen leaned back from drying her painted toenails, he could clearly see the slight outline of a tiny accessory on the tip of Doreen's left breast through her shirt. "There goes my cock," Kent cringed to himself, feeling his erection hardening between his legs. "I don't know if my Mom has any alcohol at home... I was hoping I could dab a little more on before I headed home... hopefully by morning all the swelling will be gone," Doreen wondered aloud. "... Sure... Sure," Kent mumbled in return. "Let me... get... here it is... let me get a clean Q-tip here and ... " "Thanks... Mr Sandridge," Doreen answered as she leaned forward slightly on the edge of the couch and pulled her shirt up just below her small but firm breasts so she could access her freshly pierced belly. Both Doreen and Kent could feel some strange chemical change going on inside their bodies as they stood face to face. "This ain't happening?" Kent grumbled to himself, fighting off the effects of cottonmouth. Holding the alcohol in one hand and the Q-tip in the other, Kent waited for Doreen to reach out and take the medicine from him but she continued to patiently hold her shirt up with both hands. "You... want me to... ," Kent stammered as he measured Doreen's eyes for a response. Moving slightly forward on his quivering legs, Kent carefully dipped the oval-shaped head of the cotton swab into the bottle of alcohol before leaning down in front of the waiting teenager. Dabbing the soaked end of the Q-tip directly on the reddish area of Doreen's bellybutton, Kent felt an electrical charge surge through his flesh as he brushed his fingers against her smooth skin once again. Kent felt his insides swoon the instant Doreen recoiled from the cool liquod colliding with her freshly pierced belly. "OH... Oh... that's cold," Doreen timidly mumbled. "It'll... be... all... right," Kent soothingly started until he looked up at Doreen's face, only to have his gaze come to a screeching halt at the sight of Doreen's nipples shamelessly protruding out the front of her light blue tee-shirt. "Damn," Kent grimaced, causing his right hand to tremble enough that the Q-tip nearly fell free from his grip. Kneeling at Doreen's feet, Kent was close enough as well that he could clearly see the presence of the nipple ring Doreen spoke of as well. "I've got to get up and get out of here before... ," Kent's inner strength raged even though he felt paralyzed on the floor in front of the teenage girl who still had her shirt raised halfway up her belly. "Touch them," Kent swore he heard a voice inside his head beg. "Please... touch them," He heard it repeat. "No... No," Kent internally argued until he realized the voice he was hearing was not coming from inside of him, but rather from Doreen's own lips. His left hand still braced against the edge of the sofa for support as he dabbed the Q-tip over the teenage girl's bellybutton with his right, Kent froze in place in front of Doreen's slightly parted legs. "She's Melanie's babysitter Kent... you... can't let... this ... happen," his inner sensibilities screamed, barely audible however over the thudding heartbeat in his chest. "For Gods sakes... your daughter is sleeping right upstairs... stop... before its too... " "She's asleep Mr. Sandridge," Doreen muttered clairvoyantly, correctly sensing the older man's concern. "I put her to bed almost 2 hours ago... and I closed her door. Its OK... touch me." The older man licked his lips and gulped once more as his trembling fingers flailed up towards the noticeably heaving targets of the 18 year old's pert breasts. A chilling gasp escaped Doreen's mouth when she felt Kent's fingertips graze the front of her shirt. "OHHH... MMMM... Squeeze them please," the babysitter fervently whispered. "Oh... dear... God," Kent whimpered, feeling as if a feverish fire had ignited inside his body when he touched the girl's top. "YEEEZZZ," Doreen grunted, squirming her narrow, youthful hips into the sofa cushions below as if she were trying to grind her behind into the fabric when Kent clamped his fingers around her erect nipples. "Shit... its like squeezing ripe cherries," Kent lewdly thought, lowering his left hand towards his own crotch to massage his painfully throbbing manhood at the same time he used his right hand to fondle the teenager's titties. "You've wanted to fuck me for a long time haven't you, Mr. Sandridge?" Doreen brazenly asked. Kent was instantly stunned by hearing the word 'fuck' trickle out of Doreen's mouth and the confident and tawdry way she used it. He tried to look up into her innocent and vibrant eyes to answer her truthfully but the only response he could manage was to simply squeeze her nipples and his cock at the same time. "I knew it," Doreen groaned as she began bucking her still clothed crotch upwards against her Father's friend. Dropping his right hand down several inches, off the modest mounds of Doreen's endowment, Kent wrapped the material of the girl's shirt into his fist and crudely lifted it up her chest until her braclad breasts were in full view. "UUMMMM," Kent whimpered like a starving puppy. "Touch them ... please... touch my tits Mr. Sandridge," Doreen begged again. For reasons he couldn't quite fathom, Kent felt a definite charge pierce his loins each time the young girl referred to him as "Mr Sandridge". Swallowing once more as he openly admired the 18 year old's beautiful chest, Kent sucked in a deep breath and proceeded to do just as Doreen had asked. Kent immediately felt an indescribable pulse of energy shoot through his arm the instant his fingertips met the fleshy surface of Doreen's breasts. Rotating his tingling digits in small, kneading circles, Kent crawled further between Doreen's trembling knees. Flexing his thumb and index fingers upwards, Kent closed them like clamps around Doreen's budding nipples until he felt each of the girl's legs clutch his kneeling body. "OOHH... OOHH... OOHHHH," the youngster mewed as she grinded her crotch harder and harder against Kent's chest. Flicking his fingers repeatedly across Doreen's jutting nipples, Kent's eyes lit up with a fascinated glow as the girl's breasts shivered and swayed in front of him. "Damn," he mumbled admiringly before biting his lower lip to fight the urge to bend down and put his mouth on the teenager's titties through the sheer material of her girlish pink bra. "Be patient... just be patient," Kent sighed internally as he pushed forward between Doreen's splayed legs. Sucking in a series of deep breaths, Kent was also sure he could smell the flowery, pungent scent of Doreen's arousal wafting up from the 18 year old's churning loins. "How long have you wanted to fuck me?" Doreen fervently gasped down to the grown man on his knees in front of her. "Since the first time I saw you," Kent finally gulped after a very long and trying silence. Dragging his hands off the ripe mounds of Doreen's youthful bosom, Kent rubbed all 10 of his fingers over the girl's smooth belly until they latched on to the butterfly snap of her tight jeans. "UMMPPAHH," Doreen gasped when she felt Kent loosen to binding around her waist. "Pull them down... pull them down and take them off," Doreen then begged through clenched teeth. Kent's fevered expression intensified as he unzipped the girl's faded blue jeans. He could feel the molten warmth of Doreen's vagina rising up through the denim fabric of her jeans as he fought to get his hands inside of them. "Feels like your about to stick your hands into an oven," Kent told himself as he watched Doreen's moistened pink panties come into view. It felt as if Kent's diamond hard cock was about to rip through his dress slacks as his long trembling fingers disappeared inside Doreen's pants. Kent's already giddy demeanor cascaded over the edge when Doreen's shaky legs began tapping him from each side. Fighting valiantly to get his hands around the waist of Doreen's jeans, Kent steadily began to pull them down the length of her long, trim legs. "Raise up," he mumbled. "Hurry up Mr. Sandridge... Hurry up," Doreen huskily replied as she lifted her ass slightly. "I want you to fuck me... I want you to fuck me right here!" Kent stared up into Doreen's face and for the first time since he had arrived home that night was able to sustain serious and lasting eye contact with the 18 year old and there was a clear expression in his face as well that fucking her on the sofa was just what he was planning to do. Still, there was a hint of nervous and guilty anticipation oozing out of Kent's pores as he continued to periodically steal a glance over his shoulder at the steps leading up to his daughter's bedroom. "Her door's closed Kent... and she's a sound sleeper," Doreen reassuringly told Melanie's Father as she watched her bare thighs come into view. His worries once again put to rest for the moment, Kent returned his attention to pulling Doreen's pants down her thighs and over her knees. He had become so enthralled in slipping Doreen's jeans down he had completely lost touch that Doreen was in the process of removing her matching pink bra. Looking up just as she was about to slip the stringy pink straps of the bra over her soft, well defined shoulders, Kent felt a jolt of sexual adrenaline quake through his body. "GODDAMN," Kent gulped, lowering his left hand between his legs to fondle himself at the sight of Doreen's exposed breasts less than a foot in front of his ghostly white face. "Ple... please ... Mr. Sandridge... hurry up and fuck me, " Doreen fervently begged as she watched Kent's fingers clamp down on her panty clad pussy. Rubbing his fingers against the saturated front of Doreen's undergarment until he could see the oval shaped outline of her blossoming vaginal lips through the material, Kent finally mustered the strength to raise up on his wobbly knees to begin the task of undressing himself. Even as he briskly removed his shirt and tried stepping out of his dress slacks, Kent never once took his eyes of Doreen's body, especially the shiny gold nipple ring and the way it dangled luridly from her succulant left nipple. Once Kent was out of his clothes, completely stripped and naked in front of a woman in his own home for the first time since he and his wife had split up, he bent down on one knee in front of Doreen and reached out towards her waist once more, this time to help the girl remove her silky panties. Lowering his hands down on top of the bare skin of Doreen's midriff, Kent freely explored the teenager's body with his heated caress. Soaking in the feel of her slender frame, Kent could feel a charge of shivering sexual power shoot through his veins as he eased his fingers around the lacy waistband of Doreen's underwear. Nervously slipping the bikini type panties down the 18 year old babysitter's thighs as she lifted her butt slightly to allow him the access to do it, Kent felt his nerve fibers glow when he realized Doreen was openly staring at the bobbing appendage between his legs. Lifting the panties over Doreen's knees and slipping them down her calves and off her feet, Kent balled them tenderly up in his fist and placed them carefully down beside him as if he were planning on taking them as a trophy when their interlude was eventually over. With the girl's pussy completely revealed, Kent's eyes quickly glazed over with admiration and lust as he stared at the neatly trimmed patch of curly dark blonde hair that lined Doreen's pouty pink vaginal lips. Temptation of a Single Father Ch. 02 Unable to control his wanton fury, Kent's head careened forward until his entire face descended into Doreen's exposed crotch. "OH... SHIT... OH... SHIT," The seated girl yelped out as the older man's mouth ravaged her sopping wet slit. His eyes burning to the point of tears, Kent crept forward on his knees, looking like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk as he swirled his tongue around the babysitter's greasy cunt. Feeling his internal temperature soar, Kent flared both his hands out and wrapped them around Doreen's trembling thighs, pushing them further apart as he torqued his head in and out of her crotch. "This shit is delicious... fucking delicious... the best damn pussy I've ever eaten," Kent thought to himself, savoring the sweet nectar of Doreen's flowing juices as they dribbled down his throat and into his belly. Having not dared to go down on any of the prostitutes he occasionally met up with on business trips and with his dating luck being kind of slow, Kent realized he hadn't gone down on a woman since he and his ex-wife started having problems. "God... I could sit here and lick this cunt all night," the ecstatic voice inside Kent's head sang even though a longing voice several feet lower in his body continued to try and steal his attention. "Yeah... you can use that tongue anytime you want Old Man," The voice within Kent's loins chimed in. "But I'm down here ready to go... I don't want to waste my nut here on the floor... get off your Goddamn knees... stand up and slap me into that Bitch," it brazenly ordered. A whimpering cry of initial disappointment hiccupped from Doreen's parted lips when she felt Kent remove his tongue from her stewing quim. "No... don't stop... " she started until she heard Kent lustfully cut her off. "Spread your legs Doreen... spread them all the way apart," Kent demanded as he stood up and slid his frame between the babysitter's slim thighs. Pressing his right knee up on the edge of the sofa so he could position his crotch directly above Doreen's, Kent eased his cock down until it collided with the girl's humid warmth. "UMM... MM... MMM... AAHH," Kent stammered, his Adam's Apple churning up and down in his neck as he felt Melanie's Babysitter's languid vaginal muscles freely accept his advances. "YES," the young girl whimpered noisily, wrapping each of her hands around Kent's arms as he fed her his turgid girth. "Look at it disappear inside her," Kent wondrously thought, loving the way her young pussy felt as it clutched at his cock at the same time she was digging her fingernails into his flesh. "UUMMM... YEAH... YEAH... YEAH," Kent groaned out loud as he quickly found his rhythm inside Doreen's sex. Lost in a surreal state of sexual surrender, the young girl freely allowed Kent to totally take control of her spasming body. "FUCK ME... PLEASE FUCK ME... PLEEEEZZZ FUCK MMMEEEEE... I NEED YOU TO FUCK MMMMEEEEE," Doreen babbled loudly. "You want me to fuck you?" Kent snarled back as he sped up his thrusts. "YES," Doreen shakily replied. "Hard?" Kent cockily inquired. "YE... YE... YES... PLEEEEZZZ FU... FU... FUCK ME HARD!" Doreen stuttered. Unable to fight off the irresistible impulse to kiss Doreen on the lips as he started to pound her full bore, Kent leaned all the way down and smashed his lips directly against hers. In the process, Kent's blood began to boil as his swirling thrusts rammed deeper and deeper into the girl's scorching cunt. Feeling Doreen's legs wrap around his back in a exquisite feminine bear hug, Kent thought he would be content in fucking the teenage girl to completion right there on the couch. When he felt her smooth calves caress his lower back however, Kent suddenly felt his body suddenly lurch up. Slipping his hands underneath Doreen's ass to support her withering frame, Kent kept his pelvic bone locked onto hers so that his buried cock remained embedded fully inside of her gorged cunt as he lifted her into the air. "What the hell are you doing?" Kent asked himself in all seriousness, wondering why he had to go and move her when he had her just where he wanted her on the sofa. Turning 180 degrees to his left, Kent's flesh tingled from the sensation of having the naked arms and legs clinging tightly to him as he walked her towards the living room's far wall. "I'll tell you what you're gonna do Kent... your gonna do what you've wanted to to her since the first time you saw her... your gonna fuck this girl hard while her back's flat against that goddamn wall," his inner agenda finally admitted. As moist as Doreen's pussy had become, Kent was amazed he was able to keep his cock tightly wedged inside of her as he carried her across the room. "UMMPPHHHHAAAHHH," both grunted out when Kent slammed Doreen's backside against the wall. Lowering Doreen's weight ever so slightly, to create just the right angle to start pounding her cunt once again, once he started his lurid assault inside of her, several mounted pictures to each side of the couple rattled and swayed perilously as he leaned in and bit down hard on nape of the 18 year old girl's soft neck. Holding her in place between his churning crotch and the unforgiving hardness of the wall behind her, Kent savagely lapped his tongue and lips across the girl's throat, arms, chest and breasts while he continued to ram his cock in and out of her vaginal depths. Several moments into his potent assault on the whimpering teenage girl, Kent's swooned with seething lust when he felt a stream of warm tears drip off Doreen's cheek and coat his shoulder. "You're making her cry" Kent sighed to himself, knowing they were tears of joy from the frantic way Doreen's loins bucked upwards against his impaling manhood. It was then that Kent harkened back to that night several months earlier when he had watched Doreen make love to her then boyfriend, right in Kent's own bed and the pathetically cruel way he left her laying there after selfishly cumming. Bouyed by the recharged determination to give the young girl the sexual release she had been deprived, Kent consciously fought off his rapidly growing desire to cum so that Doreen could experience her release first. "Oh God Doreen... if you only knew how good your pussy feels squeezing my cock... your so fucking beautiful... DAMMMNN... YOURE GONNA MAKE ME CUM!!" Kent whispered into her ear. "Me too Mr. Sandridge... mmmeee... tooooooo... Never... ahhhhh... aahhh... never ... felt... this... way... before... gonna... gonnna... gonnnnaaa... cccuummmmmm," Doreen vocally lurched in reply. Hearing those words drip like the sweetest of syrups from Doreen's lips, Kent became so overcome that he temporarily lost all muscle control, which allowed Doreen's body to slide down the wall. "OHHSHITT... YYEEZZZZZ... I"M CU... CU... CCUUMMMIINNNNNGGG," Doreen belted out the instant Kent's stonelike cockhead slid across her aroused clit. "SHITYES... SHITYES... SHITYESSSSSS," She hissed, biting her teeth down hard on Kent's bare chest as her wrapped legs slid down Kent's back. Bending his knees slightly, Kent helped Doreen down on her behind as he continued to straddle her. Once he had deposited her softly on the carpet, Kent stood erect once again and took his beet red and greasy cock into his right hand. Stroking it mightily as he stood above Doreen's shellshocked frame, Kent savored the feel of their intermingled fluids on his messy cock as he jacked himself to completion right above her exhausted face. "Open your mouth Doreen... ahh... ahh... yeah... come on... open your mouth Baby," Kent grunted down as he felt his swollen balls start to churn up their milky white seed. "I'm about to blow it all over you... open your mouth!" The last thing Kent Sandridge saw before his eyes slammed shut was the hazy image of Doreen's small mouth opening and of her tiny pink tongue extending in expectation of what was about to come raining down from his meaty prick. Time seemed to freeze for Kent, keeping his eyes sealed shut as the reservoir of his boiling lust gave way. "UUGGGHHHAAHHH," he groaned manically as he crudely milked the cum out of his cock with his pistoning right hand. When he finally did open his eyes to unseal the vapor lock on his senses, Kent's insides stirred when he saw the residue of his steaming jism laying in wet, creamy swaths across the bridge of Doreen's nose, her right cheek, lips, hanging off her tiny chin and, as he pumped the last vestiges of cum from his spent balls, dripping in a dotted random trail across her swaying breasts and firm stomach. "I'm... I'm... sor... ," Kent started to say, the sexual machismo of his arousal slowly starting to subside as the reality of what had happened began to settle in. Before he could get the words out of his mouth however, the kneeling teenage girl opened her mouth wide and took his cock into her mouth, creating a vicious vacuum seal around it as she cleansed off its entirety with her lips and tongue. Lightheaded already, Kent felt as if his legs were going to collapse when Doreen gobbled his entire dick into her mouth. Looking over to his left, Kent's heart rapidly pounded and his cock began to stir back to life when he saw several of his old family photos perched on the wall beside him. Kent couldn't help but notice several pictures of his ex-wife seeming to stare on at him as Doreen swirled her tongue around his cock from her knees. Casting a wry, "look what I just did" smile at the picture of his ex-wife, Kent then stole a glance down at the innocent looking young girl, feeling goosebumps shiver across his naked flesh at the sight of all his cum draped across the girl's entire upper torso, even a droplet that had landed with perfect random precision on the dangling piece of jewelry that adorned her left breast. The End... Appreciate the read!!