Author's note: this story is a continuation of the story "Mr. Jackson Claims Marie," (available through my profile) but may be read on its own. Marie, a 19-year-old babysitter, has been cheating on her boyfriend with her employer, Mr. Jackson. As always, I welcome your comments!
Marie was having second thoughts. Even though Mr. Jackson had given her the hardest series of orgasms she had ever experienced in her life, even though she knew in her gut that there was no way that her boyfriend Shawn could ever satisfy her the way Mr. Jackson had, she felt qualms of guilt. She couldn't really let him fuck her in front of Shawn. Could she?
She still couldn't believe that he had taken her in her parents' house. In her own bedroom, no less! After going over the situation in her mind all morning, she decided the best course of action would be to never see Mr. Jackson again.
But then, around noon, Mrs. Jackson called and asked her to babysit.
"Sure," Marie blurted, as if against her own will.
"By the way," said the older woman, "feel free to have Shawn over if you want. It's probably scary being in a big house all alone! We're planning on being out late – until after midnight, so you guys just make yourselves at home."
"Sure thing."
Marie's heart pounded. She suspected this was part of Mr. Jackson's plan to fuck her in front of her boyfriend. She didn't know what it was about the thought of being taken by Mr. Jackson in front of Shawn that turned her on so much. It was so wrong, so unbelievably slutty!
But the image of Mr. Jackson dominating her while Shawn watched from the shadows caused warmth to spread to her pussy. She simply couldn't escape the magnetic pull that the older man had for her. She knew she would submit to him tonight. Totally. Shawn be damned.
As the day went on, Marie's tension grew. She called Shawn and told him to come over to the Jacksons' house around seven, her voice shaking.
"Is everything alright?" asked her boyfriend.
"Yeah," said Marie, trying to regain her composure, "I just can't wait to see you."
At five-thirty, Marie took a long shower, trying to calm her nerves. Her ass was still sore from the belting that she had taken from Mr. Jackson last night, when he had tied her to her bed and fucked her.
After toweling off, she rubbed lotion into her sore backside. She had a feeling she was in for even more punishment tonight. She hoped so, at least.
She spent long time looking at her clothes, trying to select something appropriate to the occasion.
What kind of occasion was it, exactly? she wondered to herself.
Finally, she settled on a sundress and light sweater combination that accentuated her bust and ass. Underneath it she wore a black thong and bra.
She took a deep breath, then began the fifteen-minute walk to the Jacksons' house.
When she arrived, Mrs. Jackson was just stepping into the car.
"Hi Marie!" she said, "I'm glad you're here! My husband already left. You know what you're doing, so have a good time and call if you have any questions. I hope you don't mind staying late!"
"No problem, Mrs. Jackson," she said, secretly disappointed that Mr. Jackson wasn't there. She knew she'd see him soon enough, however!
A few minutes after Mrs. Jackson left, Shawn's car pulled into the driveway.
"Hey babe," he said, giving her a kiss after he had bounded into the house.
"Hey Shawn," she said, her heart pounding as she kissed him, "wanna go upstairs?"
"Already?"
"Sure," she said, "David's asleep. I just checked on him."
When they got to the Jacksons' bedroom, Shawn began groping her immediately, but not in the skillful, forceful way that Mr. Jackson did.
Shawn was more like...well, like a 19-year-old guy, which is exactly what he was, thought Marie.
"Shawn," she whispered, plagued by pangs of guilt once more, "I, I need to tell you something."
"What?" he murmured, unbuttoning her sweater.
"I think," she said, her voice shaking, "I need..."
But she couldn't find the words to tell him. The pull of the illicit deed she knew was coming was too strong.
"Relax, babe," said Shawn, "and let me do the work."
Soon, she was on her back on the bed, and Shawn was kissing around each of her nipples, flicking them slowly with his tongue. Her dress and bra were on the floor, and her panties were at her knees.
Shawn's efforts made her feel good, as usual, but not in the same raw, primal way that Mr. Jackson did.
She reached down and touched Shawn's erection. Before she had been with Mr. Jackson she had considered it large. Now it seemed inadequate by comparison.
"Are you ready, babe?" Shawn asked, looking into her eyes.
Marie nodded.
As he pushed inside her, Marie let out a small moan, just to give him the impression that she was enjoying it. In fact, she barely felt a thing. She longed for Mr. Jacksons' rock-hard cock to fill her like it had on two occasions before.
"UUhh," moaned Shawn, his thighs slapping against hers as he drilled her pussy, "it's sooo good!"
"Oh yeah," said Marie, faking enthusiasm, "please Shawn."
Just then, there was the sound of a car in the driveway. Mr. Jackson was home.
"Fuck!" said Marie, pushing Shawn off her, "they must have forgotten something!"
Shawn grabbed his clothes in a panic and hid in the large walk-in closet. Marie tried desperately to pull on her sundress with trembling hands.
As soon as she had finally gotten it over her head, there were footsteps on the stairs. She turned and saw exactly who she had been expecting: Mr. Jackson.
"Hello Marie," he said, smiling at her.
"Uh, hi Mr. Jackson," she stuttered, aware of the fact that Shawn was watching from the closet.
"Well, well, well. You sure do make things easy for me, don't you? Already waiting for me with no bra and panties."
Marie couldn't move or speak. She was trembling with desire now. The older man stepped closer, running his hand along her chin, then reaching behind her head and grabbing her hair at the neck firmly.
He moved in and kissed her hungrily on the mouth. She could hear Shawn gasp from the closet.
"You didn't fuck your boyfriend without my permission, did you Marie?" he asked, pushing his hand under her dress and probing her moistness.
"I, I'm, --."
"Shh," he said, rubbing her mound for a moment then pulling his hand away and leaving her aching, "I'll deal with your punishment later."
"I know your boyfriend is watching us, Marie," he continued, "and I'm sure he's curious about what we're going to do."
"Go ahead and relax," he went on, in a louder voice meant for Shawn, "your girlfriend wanted you to see how a real man fucks a woman!"
"No, I –," Marie stammered.
Mr. Jackson closed her mouth with another long kiss.
"It's ok," he said, breaking the kiss, "if Shawn doesn't want to find out what you need, he can leave anytime he wants. But something tells me he won't."
He reached under her dress from behind and fondled her buttocks as he kissed her one more time.
"Let me catch you up on the story so far, Shawn," said Mr. Jackson, kneading her ass while he kissed down her neck, "I came into your girlfriend's room last night. She was laying back on her bed with her panties down, playing with herself like a dirty little fucking whore."
Marie's breathing increased audibly at the sound of this first obscenity.
Mr. Jackson pulled her sundress over her head, slowly but deliberately exposing her beautiful body.
"I tore your whore of a girlfriend's panties off her," he continued, "ripped them in half and used them to tie her fucking hands behind her back. She loved it, because she loves it when a man takes control of her."
"Isn't that right, Marie?" he asked, admiring her nakedness.
Marie didn't respond.
"What did I do next, Marie?"
She looked down. She couldn't bear to confess to Shawn what she had done with Mr. Jackson.
WHACK!
