Breeding with the Reluctant Babysitter: The Trilogy (6 page)

The tone in his voice offered no
room for negotiation so I shut my mouth and silently cursed myself
for making the situation worse as I walked over and sat on the
couch.

“Lay back and put your head over
on that cushion. Get comfortable.”

I looked to
where he pointed and then leaned sideways, bringing my feet up and
settling in. Looking up at him I saw that his cock was rigid inside
his pants, producing a scarily large bulge at the front that was
impossible not to notice from my height and angle lying on the
couch.
Holy shit
,
how can it be that big?
The thought raced through my mind and
was gone as quick as it came but left behind a strange sensation
between my legs. With a barely-held-back gasp I realised I was
getting wet.

“Drape your left leg over the
back of the couch,” Mr. Warren instructed.

I wanted to protest but clamped
my mouth shut, he hadn’t made any moves to touch me yet and I had
no evidence to suggest that would change. What I did have evidence
for was that protesting made things worse. I raised my leg, which
felt like it weighed a ton, and hooked it over the back of the
couch.

“Now put your right leg on the
floor.”

Again I struggled with myself
but managed to force my right leg to the side, where I let it drop
until my foot hit the floor with a thud. I hoped it wasn’t obvious
that my pussy was beginning to leak my sweet honey out through my
virginal slit. Glancing down I could see that, with my legs spread
as they were, the skirt was nowhere near long enough to cover my
most secret place, all that stood between my untouched pussy and
Mr. Warren’s hungry eyes was the rapidly dampening material of my
underwear.

My heart was beating so hard
that it was making my breasts jiggle almost imperceptibly with each
pulse. I began to breathe faster out of nervousness, and saw Mr.
Warren’s eyes fixated on my chest, which was rising and falling in
time with each inhale and exhale.

“That’s a good little slut, stay
just like that.”

Mr. Warren exited the room and
came back with a chair from his kitchen, which he placed on the
floor in front of the couch right by my head. Instead of sitting on
the chair he went and knelt down at the side of the couch, between
my legs from my perspective. I didn’t have long to wonder about
what he was doing down there.

“Masturbate for me, Danielle,
stick your hand down the front of your panties, I want to see you
squirming around on this couch and moaning like a whore when you
cum.”

“I can’t do that, Mr. Warren!
Not in front of you, please just let me go, OK?”

“No, Danielle, you’ve pissed me
off too much. I’m going to jack off while you masturbate, I deserve
a little gratification for the chance I’m giving you to save your
future, or would you prefer we
do
go to the cops?”

“No… I just… I’ve never… with
anybody… um…”

I wasn’t making any sense, but
the whole situation wasn’t making any sense. The way he was
speaking to me, taking control, was driving me absolutely wild. If
the truth be told, I was almost fighting to keep my hands out of my
panties at that point.

“Deny it all you want, Danielle,
but I can see your panties are soaked. I’ve never seen a girl so
fucking wet before, your underwear is practically see-through, I
can already see your pussy. Just stroke it for me, it’ll feel good
and you’ll never have to worry about going to prison. Do it.”

“Well…”

I licked my lips with
resignation and slid my hand down my navel, over my skirt and
lifted the scrap of material upwards so I had access to my panties.
My fingers slid under the elastic, over my neatly trimmed little
landing strip and over my clit. I squeaked at the contact, I
couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t believe how quickly things had
gone from nobody ever seeing me naked to me masturbating in front
of the middle aged man crouching between my legs. It was so
unbelievably
dirty
and forbidden that it made me even more
sopping wet.

I ran my finger along each side
of my slit, down one and up the other, entirely coating it in my
own juices, before plunging it inside of myself as deep as I could
until I felt the intact barrier of my hymen. I began a steady
rhythm, pushing that finger into my tight hole and dragging my
juices back out over my clit.

I tried to close my eyes and
think about Brad, but it only made me angry. He would have been
lucky
to have a pussy as wet and tight as mine wrapped
around his cock, I was proud of how firmly my muscles were able to
grip at my finger, sopping wet or not. It could have been all for
him but he had to go and ruin the night with that ring. Instead, I
opened my eyes again, looked at Mr. Warren and felt a spark of
pleasure.

He was staring intently at what
I was doing between my legs, his hands hidden from view behind the
armrest. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but the motions of his
upper arms told me he was jacking off while watching me. I
concentrated my efforts on my clit, flicking my finger from side to
side as quickly as I could, feeling my orgasm fast approaching. To
have the undivided attention of this sexy, experienced, man was
stroking my ego as much as my finger was stroking my clit and when
he stood up so I could see the huge erection he was sporting it was
too much to hold back and my climax shuddered through my body.

I tried my best to keep my eyes
fixed on his glorious cock but, with hips bucking and muscles
pulsating, my eyes were forced first to a squint and then tightly
shut as I moaned out pure bliss into his living room. A tiny flood
of my juices further assaulted the insufficient dam of my panties
and I’m sure made a significant wet patch under my ass on the
Warren family couch.

Panting and blind as I was I
didn’t realise what the sudden loosening sensation around my chest
was at first but then I realised that Mr. Warren had sat on the
chair by my head and undone the clasp of my bra from between the
cups, exposing my chest to him completely. I was weak from the
intensity of my orgasm and as his hands molested my newly naked
flesh I half-heartedly tried to push them away while still eking
out the very last bit of pleasure that I could between my legs.

I stopped trying when I realised
what wonderful attention he was giving my rock-hard pink nipples,
tweaking and rolling them between his fingers and thumbs. He pulled
them gently out from my body and temporarily changed the shape of
my breasts from reasonably spherical to something more akin to a
tent before releasing so they could snap back to their natural
positions with a speed and firmness that could only be achieved by
breasts as new as mine were.

I looked over at him with half
closed eyes and parted lips, his cock was right there in front of
my face, rock hard and pointing straight up his body as he used his
hands to grope my chest. I was utterly mesmerised by its
perfection, so hard and smooth, glistening with his pre-cum. I
couldn’t imagine ever fitting something like it inside my pussy,
considering how tight it was on even my finger, but god damn it was
exactly what I wanted to picture when fucking a guy my own age with
a more average sized dick.

Mr. Warren noticed I was staring
between his legs and smiled. Before I knew what he was doing, one
of his hands had left my chest and pulled my own hand out of my
panties before placing it directly on his cock and wrapping my
fingers around it. My eyes and mouth both opened wide in surprise
and fascination as he put his hand over mine and began slowly using
me to jack himself off.

I didn’t know what to do! I
wanted to be such a good girl and wait for Brad but the feel of his
manly shaft all hard and slippery sliding along my palm and fingers
felt so fucking
good
I didn’t even try to pull away, I just
let him use my hand however he wanted. I thought about what it
would be like to make him cum. Would his semen blast out and land
on my body? Would it just dribble out and flow over my hand as I
continued pumping away at him? I realised I desperately wanted to
find out.

“I want you to cum,” I blurted
without thinking.

“Good girl, Danielle. Don’t you
worry, I’ve got a huge load of sperm just for you. Where do you
want it, little girl?”

I thought about the options, my
hand or my chest, and after only a small amount of deliberation I
had my answer.

“My chest! Please, Mr. Warren,
cum on my tits, I need it now!”

My voice rose in desperation as
I continued to jack him off. I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted
him to cum all over me, I felt like I was losing my mind in lust. I
needed it right that very instant and gripped his head as hard as I
could while pumping up and down, pointing the business end right at
my breasts.

“You want it now, Danielle?”

“Yes! Oh fuck yes!”

“It takes more than a handjob to
make me cum that quick, I’m gonna fuck you and pull out to cum on
your tits, OK?”

I wanted it so fucking much but,
even so, his suggested course of action gave me some pause. There
would be no going back to Brad after giving my virginity to Mr.
Warren, assuming I could even get his girth inside me. All that
creamy cum was
so
close though, I thought about being
covered in it in only a few minutes and my mind was made up.

“Fuck me quick, Mr. Warren!”

Without any hesitation
whatsoever, my employer got on the couch between my legs and pulled
my panties upwards. I had to lift both legs up straight for him to
get them completely off and when they were gone, I don’t know where
they went. He grasped my calves and draped my legs over his
shoulders before leaning forward. I could feel my pussy lips gently
cradling the thick shaft of his cock as he leaned ever forwards,
pressing hard against me until my thighs were touching my breasts
and he was looking right into my eyes.

Never diverting his gaze away
from my face, he reached down and I felt his cock momentarily
removed from between my labia before making contact again, head
first. I bit my lip, suddenly scared about how big he was, about
not being able to take him, about not being good at sex.

“Will you… be gentle?” I
whispered.

“I’ll fuck you like you need to
be fucked.”

With that he slowly pushed
forward and my unused pussy parted around him, stretching out
further than I would have thought possible until his head was
firmly embedded inside me and he placed both hands on my shoulders.
Still concentrating on my face as if wanting to etch the image of
my moment of becoming a woman into his memory forever, he pushed
forward with a short thrust and I felt my hymen give way with only
a token resistance.

I half-gasped and half-screamed
at the sudden sensations surging through my nervous system from
between my legs. The sharp pain of my virginity being cast aside
was instantly replaced by a dull burning feeling as my pussy
accommodated a hard dick for the very first time. And what a first
hard dick! I’d never imagined feeling so full of cock, like I was
going to explode. It was all for me, at that point in time there
was nobody in the world with a happier pussy.

The position Mr. Warren had me
in, with my legs over his shoulders, made for some extremely deep
penetration. I supposed that with a cock of his size there really
were no positions that didn’t mean deep fucking, but as I was
having sex for the first time I was in awe of just how far inside
me he seemed to go. After an eternity of slowly pushing in, I felt
his balls come to rest gently on my ass and knew he had pushed as
far as he could go.

“Is it… good?” I asked
tentatively.

“You have the most incredible
tight little pussy I’ve ever felt. Even better than your
sister’s.”

“You fucked Sara?”

“Oh God yes, so many times.”

I didn’t know what else to say
about it at that moment, and Mr. Warren didn’t seem to really be in
a talking mood. He pulled backwards until I felt the fat ridge of
his cock head brushing at my outer lips again and then pushed all
the way in once more, faster this time. Repeating this procedure
over and over again it wasn’t long before I was being pounded hard
and fast.

The dull ache of my newly fucked
pussy grew into something more and I felt another orgasm
approaching. Something was different about this one though. Every
climax I’d had in my life had been through frantic rubbing at my
clit, but this was coming from somewhere deeper inside me, like a
spark had landed on a pile of hay and would soon be an absolute
inferno.

It was getting so close and I
felt my pussy begin to contract and release on Mr. Warren’s
hammering shaft.

“Oh my fucking God, Danielle,
your pussy is so tight… I’m gonna cum inside you.”

I couldn’t believe what I was
hearing, I wanted that cum on my tits, not inside me, I wasn’t on
the pill! At the same time I was so close to an utterly different
orgasmic experience I didn’t want him to stop. What could I do?

“I’m… not on… the pill, Mr…
Warren!” I panted.

Without even a change in his
rhythm Mr. Warren grunted out an assurance that he’d impregnate me
with his huge load, my tits would get even bigger and my belly
would swell up with a baby. As if to provide an underline to his
promise he let out a low ‘Uhhhhhhh’ of ecstasy and release as I
felt a huge explosion of hot liquid erupt from the head of his
cock, buried so deep inside me.

The thought of all that creamy
semen probably making me pregnant tipped me over the edge of my
second orgasm and I let it whisk me away to some high weightless
place where I floated around on some unseen current in some unseen
ocean. The only feeling was the hot ache of my punished pussy and
each jet of cum as it spurted out of Mr. Warren’s thickness.