Daddy and His Babysitter

I'm in the back of my diplomatic car, driving towards my apartment of function. A ridiculously spacious penthouse in Downtown Manhattan with a majestic view over Central Park, reminding anyone below that no disaster could ever erase privilege, or is it to make sure the privileged remember how small the plebs underneath still are? I pinch the upper part of my nose and start to massage the corners of my eyes with my thumb and index, I have not slept in two days. I look at the bouquet of flowers next to me and then consult my watch. It is almost one in the morning. Lort! She must have been asleep an eternity ago.

The driver stops and I wish him good night while quickly walking out.

"Good evening Mr. Reinhard! I hope you had a lovely day." The doorman courteously nods at me.

I nod at him back, but keep my pace: "Good night, Mark!"

The elevator quickly climbs the eighty-five stories, and open straight to my mud room.

"Hello!" I call while I take off my suit jacket and shoes.

"Oh hello Mr. Reinhard!" responds Priya in a small voice. Her smile is welcoming like every night. She wears nothing more than an oversized white hoodie, black fluffy socks, with her thick black hair up in a messy bun. This twenty-five-year-old doll is a little minx and I'm not sure whether she even realizes it. She practically lives with us every time I work in NYC, for the past five years, babysitting my little nine-year-old while I go by my endless working days.

"Dasha fell asleep over two hours ago. We tried to wait for you, but it was way past her bedtime, she couldn't keep her eyes open anymore."

"That's ok. It's on me for being so late." I hand her the bouquet. "Please put these in a vase and give them to her at breakfast tomorrow morning."

She walks away and I could not help but linger on her naked thighs. I shake my head and go towards the bar, pouring four fingers of Bullet Scotch, which I drink in one trait. The warmth it provides revigorated me. I'm pouring another round when Priya comes back.

"Did you have dinner? Should I fix you something quickly?"

I look at her up and down, I'm not hungry. Not for food anyway. "Dasha's door is closed?"

She responds with a lithe smile: "Yes, it is."

"Yes, it is... what?" my eyes turn icy. I know their effect on her thanks to their unusually dark green.

"Yes, it's closed... Daddy."

"Good girl!" I point at the large window facing the park, my drink in the same hand. "Go over there and place your hands against the window."

Priya does as instructed, pressing the palm of her small hands against the tall window before her. Her breathing gets shallow, small fog appearing and disappearing. I drink my second shot and walk towards her as well. The gorgeous nightlife of the city outside, combined with the dim light in my living room, have transformed the clean tall glass in front for her into a two-way mirror. This allows Priya to follow my every move, she sees how I take off my vest, unbutton my shirt, take off my cufflinks, set them down on the coffee table, and roll up my sleeves. Her eyes falter when I reach my belt and unbutton my suit pants. I unzip once I'm right behind her, making the sound almost deafening. She wriggles with anticipation when she feels me pulling out my hard cock.

God I'm so hard now.

I press my six-foot-one body against her five-foot-five. She sighs and leans her head on my shoulder. I breathe her hair; she smells like coconut and bubble gum. I'm slowly working my hand on my cock when she reaches back to grab my free one and guides it between her legs, she has no panties on. Of course she doesn't. The wetness on my fingers makes me groan in her ears and I work my member a bit faster. I slide in one finger and fuck is she tight!

The first time we had sex was two years ago. She flirted with me very early on after Holland hired her, but being only twenty years old, I assumed she only did so for fun. Then, about three years in, like if gaining some new courage, her flirting went up a notch. The subtle eye contacts became more lingering, the shy smiles got more explicit, the subtle touch of my fingers, shoulders or thighs were more persistent and daring. One night, similar to today, I came home very late, my then seven-year-old daughter already cozily tucked in. Assuming the babysitter also went to bed, and after a well-needed shower, I was relaxing on the couch with nothing more on than my track pants, and a glass of scotch in hand, eyes closed. I felt her presence right away, despite her best effort at tiptoeing, but decided not to move. Maybe she wants to check if I'm asleep? Then she did the unexpected, she slid her brave small hand in the hem of my track pants and held my cock firmly, massaging it. I slowly opened my eyes to see her already lowering her lips down, kissing around my stomach. I shivered so hard from her wet little lips, my cock felt like it doubled in size. She then looked at me with a smile that made my heart leap and simply said "Hi!" I also said hi, somewhat dumbfounded, my throat dry as the desert. I took both her hands and guided her on top of me. She barely straddled me that I was already pulling out my cock and started pressing it against her opening.

"Are you a virgin?' I asked, like I cared. I know I would not stop, regardless of her answer.

She bit her lower lips, eyes glassy, and shook her head in negative. I pushed up while holding her down, bruising her hips. And although not virgin anymore, she may as well have been. Her pussy was so damn tight.

"Yes Daddy!" she moaned. I pulled out until only the tip was left and stayed there. She wriggled, desperate for friction, desperate to fill full again, so I shoved my cock back in her so hard, she screamed. I leaned her down against the crook of my neck, to muffle her screams, and I fucked her like that. I fucked her hard, deep... so deep.

I suddenly reminded myself I should be gentle, it's your first time with her, you idiot! Don't act like a horny teenager. So, I caressed her hair and the back of her neck, fighting all the cells in my body to slow the hell down. But my cock did not want to be gentle. It was hungry... hungry for her, and it also wanted to break her. She reached to one of my hands on her side, and tangled our fingers, and I knew then and there, while holding it hard, that there will be more after that night, so I finally spoke gently in her ears: "That's it baby... come for me... you want to come for Daddy, don't you?"

She was nothing more than moans and muffled screams, but I forced her to look me in the eyes and I found what I was looking for, her consent. So, I hold her asscheeks, open them wide and fucked her with all I had. She rode her high while I plunged deeper than I had ever have in a tight pussy.

Since then, I fucked her in every imaginable position, tasting and using all her willing holes, every time I was in town. Priya's body seems to be insatiable no matter how much pounding it got.

Remembering that night, I can't wait anymore to be inside her. I raise up her right leg, exposing her wet pussy to the city's view. Unless some creep has a pair of high-tech binocular directed to my penthouse, no one can see her. I smile at myself when I realize how disappointing that is, I might like the idea of people staring at her, while she takes me from behind, begging me to destroy her cunt with my cock.

And so, I push myself deep in her.... "Oh, yes baby girl! That's it... let me in. Fucking let me in!"

I look at her eyes through the mirror-window and I see how they lose focus. My little minx is too excited to mutter a word. So, I make love to her with long and methodic strokes. Pulling myself out completely, only to push myself even deeper than the previous. I repeat this process... again... and again.

"I thought about you all day Daddy," she finally utters between two sobs. "It was so hard not to play with myself."

I grunt so loud; my ears are ringing. The idea of her using her little fingers to play with her clit drives me to the brink. I speed up my pace now, faster... so damn fast, she keeps bumping against the window. Then she lets out a wild growl, that is my cue, she is coming. "Oh my God yes! I'm... c-c-cuming... yes Daddy!"

I follow right after her, pulling my cock out and come all over her asscheeks, tilting my head back, enjoying the fucking bliss. I then push my softening cock back inside her a few more times.

Her little butt still covered with my cum, I turn her around and kiss her passionately, while she wraps her arms around my neck.

"Time for bed!" she makes a face, so I continue: "Daddy will eat breakfast with you"

"You promise?"

"I promise, now go!" I give her a loving slap. "And don't wash your ass, I want you to sleep covered with my cum."

"Ok. Night Daddy." She goes up on her toes to give me a shy kiss on the lips and leaves for her bedroom.

"Night baby girl."

I turn off all the lights and head to my bedroom. I fall asleep in no time after my shower.