Babysitting for the Ellys

My fling with Mr. K, the father of two children I babysat for, had been going on for close to a month now. I had resided myself in the fact that I couldn't say 'no' to him; worse yet, I was starting to feel emotions towards him. I knew my feelings were misplaced, and I was foolish to think that our sexual fling would develop into something more, but I just couldn't help it. Remember, I was still a "naïve" 18-year-old. Mr. K was using me as his fuck toy, and for some depraved reason I was enjoying the role.

I also came to the conclusion that the only way this fling would end was not if, but when we got caught. Mr. K liked to take risks, and I knew that would be our downfall. I selfishly did my best not to think of the consequences or repercussions of getting caught.

At this point, I longed to be with Mr. K. I loved how he controlled me and made me feel. Ok! Yes, I was hooked on the hot sex also. My moral conscience was telling me to keep resisting Mr. K, so I continued to play the reluctant teen. As time passed, my reluctance turned more into role-playing. I think both Mr. K and myself enjoyed this bazar cat and mouse game we were playing.

But something else was running through my head. In the heat of our last encounter, Mr. K stopped mid-sentence when he said I reminded him of someone. I was too distracted with the sex to question him at the time, but now I was getting a sinking feeling. I suspected he was referring to my older sister.

My older sister did babysit for the Kelly's a few years before. She was much more attractive than me and she had a wild side. I wondered: was it possible that Mr. K also seduced her? She had been kicked out of our house by my very religious father and never returned. The rumor was that she ran off as a groupie with some hard rock band.

The other possibility was my mother. It was plainly clear that my mother and the Kelly's were very close. Mrs. Kelly was always at our house, as she and my mother had a mutual love for wine. However, there had been numerous occasions when I came home and found Mr. K and my mother alone in the house. At the time, as a growing teen, I never gave it much thought. The Kellys lived a few houses down the street; I suppose anything was possible now that I was aware of what Mr. K was capable of. Up until this point, I had no reason to suspect my mother was more than anything but a friend. It wasn't until later that I discovered my mother had an inner slut greater than mine.

I was also sensing that my mother was suspicious of us. My mother never paid much attention to me, but lately she has been asking questions about my babysitting the Kelly's. There were numerous times when I caught her looking at me and Mr. K in a weird manner. Was my mother on to us having sex? Was she also involved with Mr. K? Holy shit! What a conundrum! My mother and I both suspected the other of having a fling with Mr. K.

The more I thought about it, the more convinced I became that one or even both of them had sex with Mr. K at one time or another, or, in the case of my mother, was still having sex with him. This was something too dark and uncomfortable for me to think about. I concluded it was best if I put any thoughts of Mr. K and my mother or sister out of my head.

*************

"Well, what do you think, April?"

As I sat at the kitchen table, with my mother and Mrs. Kelly, I was feeling cornered. I had no clue how to respond to what Mrs. Kelly had just asked me. My mom was perched on one side, a look of eager anticipation on her face, while Mrs. Kelly, sat across from me. I found myself staring blankly at both of them, feeling a strange mix of confusion and anxiety wash over me. I had absolutely no idea how to respond to the question that Mrs. Kelly had just posed.

"April?" My mom's voice cut through the silence, laced with a hint of concern as she noticed my hesitation. "Are you okay? You seem a little lost in thought."

Taking a deep breath, I fumbled for words, my mind racing. "I, uh, I don't know," I finally managed to say, my voice trailing off reluctantly. "I mean, it's a whole week." My mom shot me an incredulous look, as if I had just suggested something utterly absurd.

"Hon," she said, her tone patient but slightly exasperated, "you'd be getting a week-long paid vacation before you start college." She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "What's there to think about?"

I let out a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of my indecision. Mrs. Kelly had come over with an enticing proposition: she wanted to know if I would be interested in joining her family on their upcoming vacation. The Kellys had rented a stunning beach house for an entire week.

The arrangement was simple, all I needed to do was keep an eye on the two girls and entertain them while they frolicked on the beach. In between building sandcastles and splashing in the waves, I would have plenty of time to relax, soak up the sun, and work on my tan. And to make it even sweeter, Mrs. Kelly had mentioned a generous compensation of $500 for the week. That was money I dearly could use for college textbooks books.

On the surface, it seemed like the perfect opportunity, a dream vacation wrapped in a shiny bow. But beneath that glossy exterior lay a significant issue, one that my mother and Mrs. Kelly remained blissfully unaware of. I couldn't shake the feeling that this entire situation was orchestrated by Mr. K, who had one thing on his mind...SEX!

After a moment of internal struggle, I found myself nodding against my better judgment.

"Uh, sure, I'll go," I said, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace.

"Sounds like fun." The words came out of my mouth with a labored effort.

Deep down, I knew I had just agreed to something that would be nothing but trouble.

*********

A few weeks later, I was sitting in the back seat between the two girls as we drove to our vacation destination. Mr. K had been watching me in the rearview mirror ever since we left the house. His constant glances were starting to stir up feelings in me. I knew what he was thinking and I was starting to get arouse.

At first, I playfully stuck out my tongue at him whenever nobody was watching, but as the kids fell asleep, I couldn't help but tease Mr. K further. I began to seductively lick my lips. I slowly applied my lip gloss and ran my tongue over my lips to moisten them. All the while, Mr. K kept glancing in the rearview mirror, with his wife sitting beside him, oblivious to what was transpiring. I even discreetly touched my swollen nipples through the thin top I was wearing. I knew that would drive Mr. K wild. I bet he had a huge hard-on as he sat there driving and sneaking peeks of me in the mirror.

I knew I was just exaggerating the situation but I just couldn't resist.

It wasn't long before we pulled into a service center. I helped Mrs. Kelly take the kids into the single restroom one at a time while Mr. Kelly gassed up the car. Once we finished, she headed back to the car with the kids. It was finally my turn to use the restroom.

As I opened the restroom door, Mr. K appeared out of nowhere and grabbed me from behind. I let out a quiet yelp. Before I could think, Mr. K forced his way inside the small washroom and locked the door behind him. Our bodies were pressed against each other, and there was no escaping his grasp.

"This is a new low, even for you," I said.

"Relax, April," Mr. K said, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me even tighter against him.

"Your backseat shenanigans made me so fucking hard that I want you now!"

"What? Here? Now? You can't be serious," I mumbled in disbelief. My face was against his chest, and my voice was muffled by his shirt. As Mr. K continued to hold me like that, I had to admit it felt kind of nice. He smelled really good, like fresh fabric softener and aftershave, which was a welcome scent in that washroom.

"Fuck yes... Come on, we don't have much time," he said.

To be honest after teasing him in the car I was feeling horny myself. In a gesture of willing compliance, I reached down and unbuckle my denim shorts.

Mr. K leaned down and gave me a big, open-mouthed kiss. In an instant, my shorts and panties dropped around my ankles. Mr. K spun me around and bent me over the sink.

He quickly plunged a couple of fingers inside my wet pussy. I remained silent, as I had come to learn that there was no point in objecting; Mr. K always got what he wanted--at least when it came to having sex with me.

"Oh fuck, I love how I can just take you anytime I want," he whispered in my ear from behind me as I felt his cock slide between my vulva and then forcefully push its way deep inside my vagina.

"Oh fuck...give it to me...please," I gasped as he slid his cock into me, stretching the walls of my vagina.

"Oh, April, you're so wet and tight," he gasped as he began pumping his hard cock in and out of me.

He lifted up my top, causing my breasts to fall out and dangle over the sink. He roughly grabbed a hold of my tits and continued to thrust away.

I have to admit, I was just as hot and aroused as Mr. K. I lustfully enjoyed the feeling of his cock inside of me. I gasped and moaned as his cock filled me.

"This has to be quick." He mumbled.

"Yeah, but don't cum inside of me, please." The last thing I wanted was his cum oozing out of me for the rest of the drive.

I willingly arched my ass up and pushed back to meet every one of his thrusts. We fucked like two sex-crazed animals. There was an erotic and lustful urgency, as we both knew we didn't have much time. His constant ramming and plunging accented the point with every stroke of his cock.

Mr. K was quick; a couple more hard and deep thrusts, and he grunted. "I'm going to cum."

"Not inside of me!" I yelled.

With that, he pulled out and pushed down on my shoulders as I turned to face him. I immediately dropped to my knees and opened my mouth. But it was too late. Mr. K grunted as he stroked his cock, and I felt a warm rope of semen shoot across my face. Damn, I hope none of his cum went in hair.

I fumbled to quickly take him into my mouth and suck whatever semen he had left. I knelt there and licked him clean, just like the good little slut he wanted me to be.

"I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page about this week," he said softly as he pulled up his pants and straightened himself while I did the same.

"I can already tell you we're not on the same page," I retorted, back to my role playing.

"We're just going to have to be extra careful," Mr. K said. "Especially after the kids almost caught us last time." Totally ignoring my comments.

"That won't be an issue," I said, "seeing as how I told you that last week was the last time, and now I'm telling you again that this was the last time."

Mr. K. frowned. "You don't mean that, April," he said.

"I sure do! I'm convinced your wife is onto us." I added.

"Nah, you're wrong. She hasn't the slightest idea, but we do need to get back to the car," he said. "This is going to be a fun week." With that, he slipped out of the washroom and headed back to the car.

I finished cleaning up and exited the restroom. As I opened the door, I saw two guys waiting to use the washroom. Shit, I wondered how long they were standing there, and I prayed they didn't hear anything.

"Hello there, sweetie. Did the nice man pull out in time?" One of them said in a derogative voice as the other man laughed.

Well, I guess that answered my question. My face went beet red. I hung my head and quickly walked back to the car where the Kelly's were waiting for me.

Mrs. Kelly was waiting outside of the car, and she immediately noticed my disheveled look and beet red face.

"Is everything OK, April?" She asked.

I couldn't look her in the eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine." I replied as I quickly opened the door and slid into the back seat.

Eerily, I just knew Mrs. Kelly was onto us. Oh shit, I had to stop this. My mind began racing with all kinds of what-if scenarios. What if she really knows? How awkward is it going to be if she finds out, or worse yet, catches us in the act? OMG, she will for sure tell my mother, whom in turn will tell my father. Maybe this is why my sister ran away from home? Was this going to be my fate also?

As we continued the drive to the beach house, I began to regret letting Mr. K take me in the washroom like a cheap whore. I'm sure those men that heard us thought I was some kind of a hooker.

I made up my mind that I had to be firm with Mr. K. I had to refuse any further advances from him, at least for this week. I knew that was easier said than done, as Mr. K had some kind of spell over me. I had to control my teenage hormones and put a stop to this madness.

********

The entire beachhouse was an architectural marvel, exuding elegance and charm at every turn. I could not imagine how much money the Kellys had coughed up for such a stunning beachfront property.

I had been assigned an enormous bedroom on the first floor. Meanwhile, the girls and Mr. and Mrs. Kelly occupied the rooms upstairs, leaving me to enjoy my own slice of paradise. My room featured a massive, inviting bed adorned with fluffy white bedding that practically beckoned me to sink into it. The large bay windows offered sweeping views of the ocean, allowing sunlight to spill in, casting a warm glow throughout the space. To top it all off, the tasteful nautical decor reminded me that I was indeed at the beach, enhancing the overall ambiance. And perhaps best of all, I had my own private bathroom, a luxury that added to my sense of independence and comfort. This week was already shaping up to be something special. All I needed to focus on was devising a clever strategy to keep Mr. K at a distance, so I could truly enjoy this trip without the ever-present anxiety of being discovered.

As I unpacked my suitcase, my excitement was abruptly interrupted when I glanced up to find Mr. K standing in the doorway, his presence instantly sending my heart plummeting to my stomach. I had anticipated this moment, but the reality of it came sooner than I had prepared for, and I could feel my resolve beginning to waver.

We had arrived late in the evening, and by the time we sat down for dinner, everyone was completely drained from the journey. I felt a wave of relief wash over me when I noticed that Mr. K didn't attempt to enter my room; he merely lingered in the doorway, as if caught between wanting to come in and knowing he shouldn't. Perhaps our earlier rendezvous at the service center had temporarily satisfied him. I did my best to ignore him, redirecting my energy to unpacking my suitcase, hoping to create a barrier between us.

"So..." he began, his voice low and casual, breaking the silence. "Did you pack anything sexy?"

I raised my head slowly, giving him a disapproving glare that could have frozen fire.

"It's okay if you didn't," Mr. K continued, an infuriating smirk playing on his lips. "Because, honestly, you look sexy in everything and nothing at all."

Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I finally found the courage to confront him. "Let's get something straight," I said firmly, abruptly shutting my suitcase with more force than necessary.

"Absolutely nothing will be happening between us on this trip. If you're feeling horny, I suggest you go to your wife. Besides, I'm quite certain she suspects something is off." My words hung in the air, and for a moment, Mr. K looked genuinely taken aback, as if he hadn't anticipated this level of defiance from me.

"April, you've got to stop with all these mixed signals," he replied, the playful tone in his voice faltering slightly.

I could see it in his eyes--he was both intrigued and frustrated. But I was done playing games. I had to set the record straight, not just for him but for myself. This trip was supposed to be a break, a chance to relax and recharge, not a battleground for unresolved tension. I took a step back, determined to reclaim my peace and enjoy this beautiful place without the shadow of our complicated relationship looming over me.

"Mixed signals?!" Mr. K certainly knew how to push my buttons, and his words hung in the air like a taunt. Frustration bubbled up inside me as I approached him, careful to lower my voice so Mrs. Kelly and the kids wouldn't overhear our exchange.

"Since you seem to be so confused, let me clarify a few things for you," I said, my tone sharp and deliberate. "Every single time we've been together, you've forced yourself on me," I hissed.

"You're a disgusting middle-aged man who is taking advantage of a poor, impressionable teenage girl. You should be utterly ashamed of yourself." I could see Mr. Kelly's jaw drop in disbelief, his expression a mixture of shock and anger.

My heart raced as I couldn't believe I had just lashed out at him like that. The more I thought about it, the more I became convinced that Mr. K had likely pulled the same manipulative stunts with my older sister when she babysat for them a few years ago. Was he just another predatory middle-aged man exploiting young women? It felt like he had infiltrated my mind, twisting my thoughts and desires.

The truth was complicated, though; there was a part of me that craved him, that wanted to pull him into my room and fuck his brains out. But the other part of me, the rational part, knew that this had to stop--this couldn't go on any longer, or else I would find myself in an ugly situation I couldn't escape.

"Forced myself on you?" he shot back defensively, his eyes narrowing. "When have you ever told me no? When have you fought me off? How many times have I made you orgasm?" His words dripped with a sense of entitlement that made my skin crawl.

"You know what," he said, turning on his heel, "I thought we were having fun with you playing hard-to-get, but apparently, I'm just a pervert or something." With that, he stormed off, leaving me standing there, heart pounding and fists clenched.

As I shut the door behind him, I let out a long, shaky breath of relief. He was gone--at least for now. Sure, the argument had been intense and emotionally charged, but I hadn't expected him to let it get to him this much. I stood there for a moment shaking...why do I always get myself into these situations.

I prepared for bed, my mind racing as I kept a wary eye on my door. I half-expected it to creak open any moment. The door had a lock, of course, but for reasons I couldn't quite understand, I felt compelled to leave it unlocked. A troubling thought crossed my mind: was I really the kind of girl who secretly wanted him to come back and take me, no matter the consequences? His words swirled through my mind. I knew he had a point, I never said NO to him, I never resisted his advances, I did nothing to prevent this fling. I dare say I even enjoyed having sex with him. This was all my fault, my teenaged lust had gotten the better of me.

Climbing into bed, I lay there, heart racing as I listened for any sign of him. Even after our fight, maybe I was being a little egotistical and shortsighted, but I didn't think he was actually capable of staying away from me. I calmed down a little, thinking maybe laying down the law with Mr. K had actually worked. Could it be that easy? Is that what I really wanted? I got comfortable under my fluffy duvet and shut my eyes, ready to drift off. And I had almost dropped off to sleep when I heard it.

Creak, creak, creak! It was a faint, distant, rhythmical creaking at first. But as I listened harder, the creaking became louder and louder until it reached a steady volume. It was coming from the room right above me. I was horrified to suddenly realize that my room was right below Mr. and Mrs. Kelly's room. The pace of the creaking began to increase, and I heard a muffled moan--one similar to the sounds I made when Mr. K was plowing into me with his big, hard cock.