All present during sexual scenarios are over the age of 18 years.
Thank you for your emails, notes and feedback! I've enjoyed hearing your own responses to this sexy little drama. ;-)
Sorry for the wait on the third installment! Reading the comments from Part 2 last night really helped me shake loose some of the "stickier" parts of the story.
Hope you're as wet as I am,
xx
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Heart hammering in her chest, Kira slumped against the wall as soon as she was safely up the stairs and around the corner.
She almost caught us! What if she'd caught us?!
Then, out of nowhere,
Do I want to get caught?
Followed with,
He's married! And paying you! What are you doing?!
Moaning in the aftermath of ecstasy, she pressed her fingers to her lips, still tasting Brandon's cum on her tongue.
I don't know what I'm doing, but I don't want to stop.
Kira smiled devilishly and moved off down the hallway.
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For the rest of the day, Brandon worked side-by-side with Holly. Even though he wasn't alone, his mind was occupied with thoughts of the nanny. What he'd done to Kira; what he wanted to do to her; what would have happened if Holly had heard them. He had the hardest time keeping from getting hard every time he turned around.
As dusk started to settle, Holly decided to go into town to grab a pizza instead of messing up the clean kitchen.
"I'll grab a drink while I wait, and you can clear out the wasp nest," she informed Brandon.
"So, I keep working while you hang out at the bar?" Brandon asked.
"Whatever. Hey Kira!" She called out.
Kira came bounding down the stairs. "What's up Holly?"
"I'm going to the Tavern to pick up dinner. Do you want to come to get a drink with me while I wait?"
"Why does she get to cum?" Brandon asked.
Holly rolled her eyes, but he knew that the comment landed with Kira who blushed ferociously and lowered her gaze. She shyly played with the hem of the house dress she was wearing. "Thanks for the invite. I'm almost done putting together a craft project for the kids tomorrow, so I will finish up before dinner." Her response was directed at Holly, but her eyes never left Brandon's.
Holly was too busy rummaging for her keys to notice, "Suit yourself! Don't let Brandon work you too hard while I'm gone."
The door shut behind Holly, but neither Brandon nor Kira moved. Gravel crunched under the tires of the SUV as she backed away. It wasn't until the wheels hit the pavement of the road that one of them stirred.
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Kira opened her mouth to speak, but Brandon beat her to the punch.
"I need to hang the rope swing, can you give me a hand with that?"
His wife is gone and he wants to keep doing chores? Maybe I was wrong about this. Maybe he feels guilty. Maybe he won't touch me again... what will I do if he never touches me again?!
Her heart sank, but she didn't let on. She shrugged and said, "Sure thing."
She followed him out of the house and down the sloping lawn toward the bank of the lake about a football field away.
Water gently lapped at the shore as Brandon help up the end of the rope. "Want to get tied up?"
"What was that?!"
"Can you tie knots? I was a Boy Scout, but you can do it if you prefer."
"Oh." Kira tried to hide her disappointment. "Sure."
Brandon held the wooden seat in place and coached Kira through the steps. She let his assertive voice wash over her, remembering all of the dirty things he'd said to her today.
What would it feel like to be tied up by him?
She was a little shocked by her own question.
Their fingers touched briefly as she moved the rope through her slender fingers. A jolt raced through her body and Kira was glad that the growing darkness hid her blush.
"Why don't you try it out?" Brandon suggested.
Kira stepped into the swing, first one leg and then the other. Brandon came up behind her and gripped the rope on either side of her.
"Ready for a ride?" He whispered into her hair, tickling her ears. She didn't trust herself to speak. Licking her lips, she nodded.
Brandon pulled Kira back up against his hard body before letting go, sending her swinging out over the water. The gathering darkness enveloped Kira as the last full rays of fading light caught in the ripples on top of the water. The wind blew her hair back as she leaned into the arc, the wind flirting with the hem of her skirt. She relished in the feel of Brandon's hands on her hips as he pushed her higher and higher. Kira could feel her excitement mounting with each touch.
She twisted in the air and swung back, this time facing the hill. Brandon grabbed her by the legs to slow her momentum, hands wrapping around her ankles to steady her. His dark eyes seemed to glow in the gloaming as his hands slid up her smooth calves. Stopping at her knees, he pushed her legs apart and fitted his body between them.
Heart racing, Kira looked up into Brandon's eyes, excitement ricocheting inside her chest.
Say something!
She begged silently.
Tell me what this is between us; tell me what's going on; more than anything, tell me you want me!
Brandon looked down into Kira's eyes. A mischievous glint lurked there. His lips parted and he whispered, "You're trouble." And then his lips descended on hers.
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So. Much. Trouble.
Brandon repeated to himself.
So worth it though,
he decided as his tongue stroked Kira's, his fingers traced circles on her soft thighs.
"I can't keep my hands off of you. Although, I don't even know why I'd bother trying." Brandon admitted as Kira mewled into his mouth.
His thumbs stroked higher and higher, brushing against the soft fabric that fluttered around her thighs. His fingers barely grazed the shape of her delicate pussy lips.
"Brandon!" Hearing his name escape her lips was like a shot of ecstasy.
He chuckled before responding, "Shhhh, Kira. Even if my wife can't hear you, sounds travel over the water."
Kira bit down on her bottom lip and looked up at him with innocence and longing. It was enough to make him moan out loud himself.
"That's my girl," he assured her, running the backs of his fingers gently a crossed her cheek. "I've wanted to feel that pussy on my cock for ages. Are you going to let me slip my big dick past these sweet lips, honey?"
Kira's eyes widened further as she nodded. A strangled sound caught in her throat.
"Scoot forward on the seat, kitten," Brandon commanded. As Kira silently obeyed, the swirling fabric skirt bunched up around her hips, exposing flashes of thin white panties.
"Are you kidding me with these?!" Brandon demanded. His cock was already throbbing, seeing those innocent white panties was positively painful. "Uhhhhhh," the word escaped his lips like a sigh as he ran his fingertips over the gusseted seam that rested right on Kira's sweet clit.
Stroking lower, Brandon encountered damp fabric and smiled a wicked smile. "Are you already wet for me, pretty girl?" He asked, this time carefully tracing his fingers along the edges of her panties.
"Yes!" Kira exclaimed.
"Shhhhhh!" He reprimanded sharply with a light spank on her moist mound.
Threading his fingers through the thick locks of hair at the nape of her neck, he kissed her hard. Roughly, he pushed her panties aside, sinking his fingers into her drenched channel. He swallowed her cries with his own mouth, drinking up the sounds as if he was parched.
"These panties are ridiculous," he whispered and twisted his fingers up in the fabric. Without warning, he yanked hard and the delicate fabric ripped at the seams.
"A-" her cry was stifled again by Brandon's soft, yet insistent lips. His hand was splayed over her jaw, holding her chin, setting the position of her head, directing her wherever he wanted her. He nipped her luscious lips with his teeth and smiled wolfishly in the dark.
Sliding his hand down her supple throat, he could feel her pulse racing wildly underneath his fingertips. He stroked up and down, exerting gentle pressure. Kira arched her neck under those confident fingers, inviting him to take control.
"You want it bad, don't you, kitten?" He whispered into the waning light.
"Yes," she whispered back. "Please?"
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me? Please? Fuck me quick before your wife makes it home?" She pleaded desperately.
"How could I refuse?" Brandon growled out, roughly squeezing her soft breast. With his other hand, he reached beneath the waistband of his gym shorts and grabbed ahold of his throbbing cock. He shook the shorts to the ground and stepped out of them to give himself room.
With his other hand, he parted Kira's outer lips with his thumb and forefinger. Displaying her engorged clit, Brandon began stroking the hooded nub. He was pleased to hear Kira struggling to keep her moans quiet.
It's totally useless, but I can't wait to punish her anyway!
Parting Kira's glistening inner lips, Brandon stroked the fat, round head of his cock around her opening. He gently traced her lips and ended with a hard upward flick under her clit. Each time, Kira moaned softly when Brandon rimmed his precum covered cock around her pussy. The end was his favorite part. When he flicked upward she would jolt and her teeth would clamp down harder on her lip as she emitted tiny squeaks.
This is going to be fun
, he thought wickedly. Without warning, Brandon slapped the head of his cock right on Kira's sensitive clit. She cried out into the night.
"Quiet! Didn't I tell you to shut your mouth?" He growled menacingly. "Bad girls just never learn," he said shaking his head and plunged his cock into Kira.
She arched up and opened her mouth to wail before Brandon clamped a hand down over her crying lips. Fear showed in Kira's eyes as he lowered his face toward hers. His lips brushed her ear, the stubble on his face scratching her petal-soft skin.
"How's that feel, kitten? You are so tight around me. I can feel your hot little pussy pulsing around my dick. Do you feel full, baby?"
With his hand still on her mouth, she was barely able to nod her response.
"How about now?" Brandon asked innocently as he barely started moving inside of her. He pulled out a half inch and thrust forward a half on inch making slow, shallow thrusts.
