Babysitting for the Ellys

It was well past midnight, and I was lying in bed wide awake. I couldn't stop thinking of everything that had happened a few nights ago with Mr. Kelly. The memory of that unexpected encounter played out over and over in my head. The way he seduced me had me extremely aroused.

I knew it was wrong for so many reasons, but the way he treated me and made me feel was indescribable. Mr. K was in my head, and he was all I could think about. He was the first man to make me orgasm twice, and the memory of it was driving my inner slut crazy with lust.

Having the best sex of my young life at the hands of Mr. Kelly sent me into a heightened state of arousal. I couldn't stop myself from repeatedly digging my hand into my panties since it happened.

Strangely, I now had no desire to have sex with my boyfriend Aaron; in fact, I had already decided that I was going to break up with him. After what I had experienced with Mr. Kelly, Aaron just didn't cut it anymore, nor did any of my past boyfriends.

I was so confused. I knew how wrong it was that I had sex with Mr. Kelly, yet I longed to feel his hands on me again. The memory of his cock stretching me, ever so deliciously, was burned into my mind. I kept reminding myself of all the reasons why it was wrong--married, older, friends with my parents, among countless other reasons, but it did nothing to quench my desire to be with him again.

I was ashamed that I let him blackmail me into sex, but on the other hand, it was the most wonderful experience I had ever felt up to that point in my life. Although it was taboo, I oddly had no regrets. My morals were displaced by the burning desire that I was feeling for Mr. K.

I needed to control my urges and put an end to this before it all exploded in both of our faces. I knew if it continued, our secret would get out one way or another, and when it did, it would be ugly. I had to be strong and resist the temptation. I thought that I could make the other night a one-time thing, or so I kept telling myself.

As my hand slipped into my panties, I closed my eyes and imagined Mr. K sliding his big, thick cock inside of me. As I concentrated on all those feelings and emotions Mr. K. had given me, it made my pussy flow like Niagara Falls.  I thought, maybe one more self-induced orgasm and I might salvage a few hours of sleep.

Several days quickly passed, and I was back babysitting the Kelly kids. Mrs. Kelly had a girls' night out planned, and Mr. Kelly was out somewhere.

I had just finished putting the kids to bed when Mr. Kelly came in the front door. He was home much earlier than I had expected. Oh crap! My heart sped up as a nervous feeling washed over me.

"Hey, April, everything went OK with the kids." He asked as he hung up his jacket.

"Yeah, both are tucked away in bed." I responded. I purposely avoided eye contact, but I felt him gazing at me anyway.

"And how are you today?" He asked.

"Uh, just fine, thanks." My voice came out quieter than usual, but I couldn't help it. My hands had started to shake, and my throat suddenly felt very dry.

I needed to get the hell out of there. I quickly walked into the hallway, heading for the front door.

"Whoa, April. Where's the fire? I still need to pay you." I froze in my tracks.

"Oh, right," I said with a weird, strained laugh. I turned back around to face him. Instantly, my submissive side found it impossible to look him in the eyes.

As I stood rooted in the hall leading to the door, all I could think about was what happened last time. The way he'd touched me. The way he'd fucked me. I told myself to stop thinking about sex and get the hell out of the house as quickly as possible.

Mr. K. quickly closed the distance between us, and I fought the urge to take a step back. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. Peeling off five twenties, he tried to hand them to me.

"That's way too much," I said. "I was only here for two hours."

"Take it, April," he said, a smirk forming on his lips. I was still hesitant, so Mr. Kelly took a long step toward me. I put my arms up and opened my mouth to protest, but before I could say anything, he slipped the cash into the back pocket of my jeans. His hand lingered, fingers tracing over my ass.

"I've been thinking about you a lot," he whispered, his hand still on my bottom as he positioned himself in front of me.

"Mr. Kelly..." I started, not sure what to say. Of course, I'd been thinking about nothing but him, but my feelings were certainly more complex than his. I was attracted to him; I wanted him, but I was also ashamed and embarrassed, and I couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit violated. I hadn't tried to fight him off or even uttered the word 'no,' but he was still a middle-aged man who'd taken advantage of a teenage girl in a vulnerable position.

In the meantime, Mr. Kelly had put his other hand up against the wall, trapping me against the wall as he used his other hand to squeeze and knead my ass hard.

"Angela won't be back for a few hours," he said with an evil grin.

"Uhh, the girls could wake up..." I managed to speak in an uncomfortable voice as his body pressed up against me. My hands moved to his chest in a weak attempt to hold him back, but he was much taller and bigger than me. Plus, deep down, I really didn't want him to stop.

He lifted his hand off my ass and held my face up. He stared into my eyes in silence before dropping his head and kissing me. I tried to push him back, but it was pointless; he was just too big.

I struggled not to enjoy his kiss, but after a reasonable struggle on my part, my submissiveness jumped in, and I closed my eyes to return his kiss. Damn, what's wrong with me? Why can't I just say "no" and walk away? I knew what I should do, but my body wasn't listening to my brain.

Mr. K gave me a long, lush kiss. His big hand holding my face made my entire body tingle. Shit... I could feel myself getting wet. I knew he had me under his control again.

Mr. Kelly took my hand and led me through the living room and up the stairs towards the master bedroom. I wanted to yell and tell him to stop. I had plenty of opportunity, but I didn't. Mr. K seemed to have a spell over me as I silently followed his lead. My submissive nature had kicked in.

He closed and locked the door behind us. He spun me around and pinned me against the wall. I could feel his body pressing tightly against mine, and I could feel his hardness pushing against my stomach. It felt so wonderful, but still, I needed to stop the insaneness of the situation, but I had no idea how to get out of it--or better yet, if I even wanted to end it.

"Come on, April," he said, sensing my hesitance. His hands ran up and down my hips, then to my breasts. He rubbed my braless breasts over my tight t-shirt. I could feel my nipples swell and harden as they pushed through the thin material.

"I made you feel good last time, didn't I?" He spoke softly into my ear as he tweaked my nipples through my top.

"Yes, but..." I grabbed his wrists to stop his wandering hands. "Mr. K," I managed in my most confident voice. "This isn't going to be a regular thing. I'm not comfortable with any of it. You're married. You're friends with my parents."

All of this made sense in my head, yet as I watched my words register, Mr. Kelly didn't seem deterred at all.

"You were awfully comfortable with it last week," he whispered. Mr. K began nibbling my ear, and his lips slowly moved down to my neck. My eyes involuntarily fluttered shut as he kissed, licked, and sucked my neck. The tiniest of moans escaped my lips.

While I was distracted by the kissing, Mr. Kelly grabbed my hand and guided it towards his bulging erection. I let him move my hand up and down his hardness through his pants. I found myself rubbing and tracing his cock even after Mr. K removed his hand from mine.

"April, if you want me to stop I will respect your wishes." Mr. K whispered in my ear. At this point I had fallen under his spell and my hormones were in overdrive. You could say I was in heat and beyond the point of no return.

"No, umm...don't stop," I moaned as I squeezed his cock nice and hard.

"That's my girl, come here." Mr. Kelly took a step back from me and grabbed my hand. Dazed, I let him lead me toward the bed. What was I doing? Why was I just going along with this? I could make a break for the door if I wanted; I doubted he'd chase after me. But I found myself following his lead. I was scared, aroused, and curious all at the same time.

He stopped at the foot of the bed and, in a firm voice, said

"Take your top off."

I should have objected, but I didn't. We locked eyes during a momentary pause. In a gesture of surrender, I found myself pulling my top off over my head. I wasn't wearing a bra, and so I stood there before him topless in just my jeans as he quietly took in the sight.

Mr. K reached out and gave my tits a little feel as I stood there on display for him. As he gently caressed my swollen nipples, I closed my eyes, bit my bottom lip, and let out a soft moan of approval. I was heating up fast.

Then he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed just forcefully enough that I immediately realized what he was asking for. I slowly sank to my knees and looked up at him. My eyes fluttered, and I licked my lips to moisten them up. Damn, did I just lick my lips? I knew what he wanted.

"I want you to kiss my cock," he said as he unbuckled his belt. All I could think of was how nice it was that he said 'kiss my cock' and not 'give me a blow job' like all the other disrespectful boys I had been with.

I continued to stare at him, mesmerized, as he removed his pants and jockeys to reveal his engorged, erect cock. I was getting a much better look at it than I had last week. It looked even more intimidating. Thick. Veiny. Powerful. Pre-cum oozing out of the tip.

"Have you not done this before?" He asked as I hesitated so I could get a good look at it.

"Umm, yeah, but only a few times." I lied. I was not confident I could handle his big, manly cock. The truth is, I didn't want to disappoint Mr. K. Besides, my father always told me it's best to be underestimated and to over-perform. I'm pretty sure he wasn't referring to oral sex, but that's what ran through my head.

"With that tiny, dicked high school boy?" He asked. I nodded.

"Well, this is going to be a little different," Mr. K said. "You're with a man now, April." I was still wary and embarrassed, but I realized my hesitance was because I was scared of disappointing him.

"I don't really know what I'm doing," I said, adding to my lie. I was playing the innocent little girl next door. I saw no reason to divulge my torrid sexual past.

"Just relax," Mr. Kelly reassured me. "I'll walk you through it." His tone surprised me. It was the same gentle, fatherly tone he'd used with his kids.

"You can ease into it," he told me. "Just start with your tongue until you're more comfortable. Use your hand, too."

I leaned forward and grabbed a firm hold of his cock with my tiny hand. I felt it twitch upwards. I licked my lips once again before I ran my tongue over the head of his cock. The taste of his pre-cum was bitter, but I ignored that and kept going. I slathered my tongue and lips all over his big purple head. Once I was done with the head, I gave him a long lick on the underside of his shaft.

"Oh, that feels nice," Mr. K said. Encouraged by his positive response, I held the base of his cock while licking the entire length of his shaft several times.

"Stroke me," he whispered. So, I pumped his cock while swirling my tongue around its head. He responded with a deep moan.

"Try taking it in your mouth now," Mr. K said. I stopped my licking and opened wide, taking a few inches into my mouth.

If only he knew how many times I had wrapped my lips around a cock before him. I continued to play along, as I was now getting quite aroused. I was enjoying playing the innocent girl.

"Good girl," he said quietly. Mr. K rested both his hands lightly on either side of my head as he guided my bobbing head up and down. He would periodically let out deep moans. He surprised me when he suddenly pushed my head forward, forcing several more inches into my mouth. I gagged immediately and tried to pull back, but Mr. K held me in place.

"Relax, April," he said as I continued to struggle against his grasp. "Relax and breathe through your nose." I tried to do as he asked, but my eyes were starting to water. He firmly held my head still and started to slowly thrust into my mouth.

I began making loud slurping sounds: "ULLLKK, ULLLKK, ULLKK." I gagged with every thrust, but that seemed to only turn him on more. Saliva was starting to pour out of my mouth as his cock moved back and forth.

"Fuck, April," he growled. Mr. K thrust even deeper, and my nose almost touched his pubic hair. His balls were swinging back and forth with every thrust, and when he pushed his cock deep into my throat, they would slap my chin.

My eyes were watering so much that tears rolled down my cheeks. I wasn't sure how much more I could take, but thankfully, he backed off. His saliva-covered cock popped out of my mouth, making a pop noise, and I quickly gasped for air. I took a few deep breaths in an attempt to recover. Several thick strands of saliva ran down my chin and onto my breasts.

"Are you okay?" He asked me.

After a few more deep breaths, I nodded and attacked his cock once again. I was extremely turned on now, and I feverishly began sucking and taking his cock as deep as I could. I wanted to please Mr. K and show him what I was capable of.

The more Mr. K moaned with pleasure, the more it turned me on. I knew he couldn't last much longer.

"Finish me off, now," Mr. K said in an urgent tone. I wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and began to stroke him with urgency. I used my other hand to cup and squeeze his balls as I furiously bobbed up and down, once again pushing myself to the point of gagging. His moans were getting increasingly louder, to the point that I thought the girls would wake up.

"UHHHNNN," he grunted, taking hold of my head again. Mr. K fucked my face, pumping his hips fast and hard. He gave me no warning that he was about to cum, and when I felt his hot semen shooting into my mouth, I tried my hardest to back away. But Mr. K held my head tightly as he let out a loud groan.

I increased my grip on his balls and squeezed them ever so tightly, as if I wanted to drain every drop out of them. Mr. K continued to grunt and moan loudly as I felt his cock pulsating in my mouth. Streams of semen flooded into my mouth and throat. I managed to pull back just enough so that I could swallow most of it. I could feel his warm semen overflow out of the broken seal my lips made around his cock. I felt his cum run down my chin and drop right off.

"Jesus, April," he moaned, finally releasing my head. "That was one of the best blowjobs I have ever had."

I knew he was lying, but I did appreciate the comment.

I just knelt there on the floor, looking up at him, as his semen had now fallen off my chin and onto my breasts. I instinctively began scoping it up with my fingers and licking myself clean.

Mr. K watched as I cleaned up the mess. I then surprised him by reaching for his softening cock again. I eagerly licked it clean and gave it a couple more sucks to get any residual semen out of him.

"Oh, young girl, you have definitely done this many times before." He smiled.

I returned the smile and continued to lick myself clean, just like a cat.

I was wondering if this meant it was over now and it was time to leave. I was still horny as hell. My inner slut was urging me to jump him while struggling with my morals, which were telling me otherwise.

"I should get home now," I said, unsteadily getting to my feet.

"Hold on," Mr. K said. "You really think I'd make you give me oral and not return the favor?"

"Uh..." I had no idea what to say.

Mr. Kelly didn't wait for me to respond. He grabbed me by the hips and pushed me back onto the bed. I landed with a small thump, and the bed creaked from my weight.

"I can't wait to taste that pussy," he said as he leaned over me. Mr. K quickly unsnapped my jeans and yanked them down, tossing them across the room. The second he did, I remembered what panties I was wearing, and I wanted to die.

"Well, well, well," he said with a small chuckle. His fingers played with the lace of my thong, and he reached under me to feel my bare ass. "Pretty sexy underwear for babysitting." I squirmed uncomfortably beneath his touch. Mr. K hovered over me and gently stroked my face.

"Did you wear these for me, April?" He asked. I waited a few seconds before answering.

"Maybe."

He cracked a smile and kissed me softly on the lips.

"Good girl."

Mr. K knelt in front of me and slowly and sensually pulled my thong off. I stared at the ceiling, nervously chewing on my lower lip as he nudged my thighs apart. I willingly parted my legs for him.

I couldn't believe I was laying naked with my legs spread on Mr. Kelly's matrimonial bed. What if Mrs. Kelly came home early? What if the kids woke up and saw me there? Why am I such a slut? Why didn't I insist that I needed to get home? My head was swirling as Mr. K had complete control over me.

"Oh my, what a lovely bald and smooth little pussy you have. I'm gonna take a wild guess and say you did this for me also." He asked in a flattering tone.

"Mm-hmm," I reluctantly conceded, feeling embarrassed that he knew I was anticipating having sex with him.

"Tell me, does your boyfriend ever go down on you?" He asked.

"No," I said. I'd never asked Aaron to give me oral; all of our sexual activities were always about pleasing him.

"You're in for a treat," Mr. K said.

He started planting kisses on my inner thighs, slowly working his way closer and closer to my pussy. His touch was pure torture. God, I was more than ready to find out what oral sex with Mr. K felt like. Based on what happened last week, I knew Mr. K would make sure I orgasmed.

As his tongue worked its way up my inner thighs, I squirmed and gasped in anticipation of what was yet to come. All my moral and guilty thoughts were completely replaced by my lustful arousal. I could feel my wet pussy open up like a lotus blossom.

"Ummm," I moaned softly as his mouth finally reached my pussy. He kissed my pussy gently at first; the sensation was fantastic. Mr. K began licking up and down my opening, then he started swirling his tongue around my clitoral area. I gasped loudly and inadvertently squeezed my thighs together, trapping his head between my legs. He didn't seem to mind, though. Mr. K took the opportunity to really press his face into my pussy, his mouth working against my vulva while his tongue darted inside me.

"OHHH!" I yelled. I noticed both my fists were clenched in the bedsheets as he continued to eat me out. His speed and pressure increased by the second. Overtaken by pure lust, I started bucking my hips against his mouth, longing for the orgasm that was building inside of me to blast off.

When he moved his mouth up to focus on my clit and shoved two fingers inside me, I was gone.

"OH MY GOD." I cried as the orgasm finally erupted. I squeezed my thighs even more tightly around his head. My hips were completely off the bed, pressed against his face. We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity but was only seconds. My entire body quivered and shook as one of the best orgasms of my life rolled through me.

When the pleasure slowly started subsiding, suddenly I was mortified that I was wrapped around him, trapping his face in my pussy. I relaxed my thighs and dropped my hips back to the bed. My face felt like it was on fire, and I was breathing heavily.