Babysitting for the Ellys

After a long, tiring day at the beach, Mr. and Mrs. Kelly decided to go out to dinner by themselves, leaving me to entertain the girls. I made us some burgers, we watched a movie, and I put them to bed. Their parents still weren't home yet, so I just chilled out on the couch in the living room, watching TV. It was almost 11:00 by the time they came home, and they weren't quiet about it, either.

"Whoops!" Mrs. Kelly giggled as she dropped her purse on the floor. She stooped to pick it up and would have toppled over if Mr. K hadn't grabbed her arm.

"Looks like you two had a fun night," I said with a smirk.

"We sure did!" Mrs. Kelly smiled at me, and I saw how flushed her face was. "How were the girls?"

"Perfect, as usual," I said.

"Why don't I help you upstairs, hon?" Mr. K said, guiding his wife toward the staircase and turning to me with a wink. I had no doubt what that meant.

"That second bottle of wine was probably a mistake," I heard her mutter as they made their way slowly up the stairs.

Once they disappeared, I went straight to my room. I knew Mr. K would be stopping by--there was no doubt he'd specifically gotten his wife drunk for that reason.

I freshened up a little and put on my usual sleepwear--a white cami and a pair of high cut white panties. I hadn't brought anything super sexy with me, but something told me Mr. K would like this.

I hopped into bed and got under the covers with my back facing the door, wondering how long it would take him to sneak in. My heart raced in anticipation. I wasn't sure what came over me when I said that thing about him cumming in my ass. Sure, I was willing to put out tonight, but not for anal. Not yet. Hopefully, he wouldn't hold me to that.

At eighteen, I wasn't an anal virgin; Mark, the older man who stole my virginity, made sure of that. He was the only one I had anal sex with up to that point. The boys who followed never asked for anal, which was just fine with me. What concerned me most was that Mr. K was much larger than Mark. My ass burned at just the thought of him sticking that thing in my anus. Yikes!

I lay waiting for him, wondering what he would do to me. With each passing minute, my imagination ran wild, and my thighs grew damp. Where was he? Was he coming? I listened hard; I couldn't hear anything. I glanced at the clock. I'd been lying here, waiting for him, for thirty minutes. Bastard. He wasn't going to come, was he?

It was an hour before I heard muffled footsteps outside and the knob on my door turn. I stayed very still as I heard someone enter and quietly shut the door. I felt a shiver run down my spine when I heard the lock click.

Mr. K carefully climbed into bed next to me and spooned me. I could tell he was naked.

"Angela's down for the count," he whispered in my ear as his hand grabbed my breast. "When she's this drunk, she'd sleep through a tornado."

Mr. K's hand traveled from my breast down between my legs. He rubbed me through my sleepwear.

"Let me get a look at you," he said. I slowly turned so I was on my back, and he flung the covers off me. His eyes hungrily took in my body. He kept pushing up my cami until my breasts were exposed. Mr. K grabbed my left breast and played with my nipple.

"Do you love her?" I asked quietly as he began nibbling my erect nipple. My question caught him off guard.

"Angela?" he asked. "Of course, I do." Mr. K lifted his head from my breasts and rolled on top of me. He pulled my cami up over my head as I raised my arms to make the process easier.

"Then how can you do this to her?" I asked as both his hands grabbed my bare breasts. Mr. K sighed at my question.

"Look, April," he said. "I love my wife very much. We've been together for over ten years, and she's given me two amazing children." Mr. K paused. "But when you've been with someone that long, it's just not exciting anymore, you know? The sex is just okay, and you start to lose that passion you once felt. But with you..." He shook his head. "It's hot, dirty, and exciting. You're so damn young and sexy--you give me everything I can't get from Angela anymore. So, if I can have the best of both worlds, why shouldn't I?" His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties, and he started to tug them down.

"So that's all I am to you?" I asked him. "A young, tight pussy?"

He looked offended. "Of course not, April. I care about you. And we're both getting something out of this, aren't we?"

"Yeah," I said quietly. Mr. K had gotten my underwear down to my knees, and I kicked them off. His fingers probed at my entrance, which, after an hour of anticipation, was sopping wet.

"You're so goddamn wet for me already," he remarked as he plunged his fingers inside me. "If you hadn't thrown your fit, we could've fucked last night. That could've been you instead of Angela."

"I know," I said, my voice tight as Mr. K's fingers continued to finger fuck me.

"You said some pretty nasty things," he went on. "Some clearly untrue things."

"Yeah," I agreed, thrusting my hips upward so his fingers went deeper inside me. "I'm sorry."

"Saying sorry is not good enough," Mr. K said casually. He added a third finger inside me, and I gasped, doing my best to bite back a moan. "You're going to have to show me how sorry you are. Tonight, you're going to do whatever I tell you to."

"Yes, Mr. K," I said. I knew this was coming. This was my penance for acting like I despised him when, in reality, I wanted him badly.

"You know, April, I think we've fucked enough to be on a first-name basis," he said. "You can call me..."

"No," I interrupted, shaking my head. "You're Mr. K, the hot dad I babysit for," I said in a playful manner.

That put a big smile on his face.

"So I'm hot, huh?" he asked. Mr. K continued pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy, causing me to breathe heavily. He brought his lips to my throat and planted kisses all over my neck, sending shivers all over my body. "Tell me what you like about me," he said, his voice a whisper against my skin. I closed my eyes as he continued to suck on my neck and finger me, losing myself in the sensation.

"I like your eyes," I started, squirming beneath him, feeling my stomach clench. "I like your tongue... I like your hard, muscular, hairy chest." I moaned softly as Mr. K picked up the pace.

"I like being trapped under your naked body," I murmured, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him in tighter against me.

"I think you're forgetting one thing," Mr. K said with a grin. I gave him a teasing smile.

"Oh, yeah," I said. "And I really love your thick yummy cock."

"That's my girl," Mr. K said, kissing me on the lips. He forced his tongue deep inside my mouth, and I opened to him with a whimper. As our tongues tangled, he started rubbing my clit, and I moaned into his mouth.

"Ohh..."

"That's it, April," he whispered. Mr. K kissed me again. "Your pussy is mine. Say it."

"My pussy is all yours," I replied, compelled to say the words that emphasized my submission to him. I let out a small squeal, my hips bucking hard against his hand as I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. I struggled to stay quiet as my hungry pussy started contracting around his fingers.

Mr. K pulled his fingers out and held his hand in front of my face. I knew what he wanted. I grabbed his wrist and took his three fingers into my mouth, teasingly sucking my juices off of them.

He shoved his fingers in up to the knuckle, penetrating my mouth further than I intended to let him, giving me no choice but to accept him deep into my mouth. I gagged, which made him moan. When those fingers were clean, I focused on his thumb, sensually sucking on it much longer than necessary. Satisfied, Mr. K rolled off of me and onto his back, his dick rock hard and sticking straight up.

"Kiss my cock, April," he commanded.

Nodding, I sat up and went to get in position.

"No," he said quickly, stopping me. "I want to taste you, too. We're going to sixty-nine." I suddenly felt a bit nervous.

"Just come here," Mr. K said, sensing my hesitance. "Straddle my chest." I did as he asked.

"God, I love this ass," he said, slapping it hard. "I can't wait to fuck it."

Panic shot through me. "Wait, Mr. K, I..." He didn't let me finish. He roughly grabbed my hips and pulled my ass back toward his face. I let out a yelp as he maneuvered my pussy right above his lips.

"Start sucking, April," he said.

I slowly leaned over his dick, intimidated by the new angle. I wrapped my tiny hand around his girth and started swirling my tongue around his head while Mr. K's tongue began lapping at my entrance. I lowered my hips a little more, resting my pussy right against his face. He grabbed my cheeks tightly as he dove in, his tongue darting inside me and his lips working against mine.

"Ahh," I gasped, the combination of sensations almost too intense.

I guess I got a little lost in how amazing that felt since I wasn't doing my part. Mr. K reached down and impatiently pushed my head forward, impaling me on his cock.

ULLLKK!

Gagging as half of his length was forced down my throat, I put my hands on the bed to steady myself. I focused on moving my lips up and down his shaft, keeping him deep in my throat and coming up for air as little as possible. I got into a good rhythm, bobbing my head back and forth while grinding my hips against Mr. K's mouth. When he moaned into my pussy, I would moan around his cock. His moans were like vibrations stimulating my clit, and the feeling was driving me wild.

I tried with everything I had to delay my orgasm, but it was no use; I came first.Mr. K sensing my condition quickly moved a hand to slide two fingers inside of me while at the same time moving his mouth over my swollen clit. The sensation of him sucking my clit and fingering me was unbearable.

I let out a deep moan as shivers shot through my entire core. If his cock had not been shoved down my throat, cutting off my air supply, I probably would've screamed so loudly that I would have woken up the entire house.

As my organism slowly started to subside, I was able to focus more on finishing him off without distractions. I continued to slurp around his cock, reaching down to fondle his balls while Mr. K's fingers twisted tightly into my hair. I could tell he was close when he started thrusting his hips upward, gagging me with every movement. Tears streamed down my face, and saliva ran down my chin, but I didn't let up. I was determined to make him cum. My motivation was to have him cum in my mouth rather than in my ass.

"UHHHNNNNNN," Mr. K grunted loudly, and suddenly. I knew what was cumming so I clapped one of my tiny hands around the base of his cock and the other hand grabbed a tight hold of his balls. As he began to spasm my grip on his balls tightened even more. I knew Mr. K loved having his balls squeezed when he was ejaculating. I bobbed my head a few more times just as he was about to cum.

At that moment I felt his hot load shoot down my throat. I started to choke and backed off so that just his head was still in my mouth. He sprayed a few more ropes of cum onto my tongue as I continued to squeeze his balls hard. After I dutifully swallowed his load I began to suck on his cock like it was an oversized straw, hopefully sucking and squeezing every last drop out him. My intention was to drain him dry so that he would be satisfied and perhaps he would pass on the anal sex he was so intent on.

When he was done, I sat up, panting.

"Oh fuck, that was bloody amazing...come here," he said, his voice hoarse. I got off of him and snuggled up against his chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around me and kissed me, his lips still slick with my juices. After a minute, I pulled away and rested my head on his shoulder, exhausted. I closed my eyes for just a minute, but I must've fallen asleep.

I wasn't sure how long I'd been out, but when I woke up, I wasn't sleeping against Mr. K anymore. I was resting on my own pillow, lying on my stomach. By the time I registered the heavy weight on top of me, I felt Mr. K's hard cock poking at my vagina. I tried to prop myself up on my arms, but Mr. K pushed me back down with a strong hand between my shoulder blades.

"Time for round two," he whispered before thrusting his stiff cock hard inside me.

"UHHHhhhh!" I cried out, as I came to realize that my plan to satisfy him with a great blow job had failed. My hands gripping the top edge of the mattress as Mr. K drilled into me from behind.

"God, I love this pussy," he grunted. His dick easily pumped in and out of me, as my passageway was still slick from everything that had happened earlier. The hand that wasn't holding me down squeezed my ass cheek, and he gave me a slap every now and then. The slaps were hard, and they did sting, but for some reason, they aroused me to no end. Every hard thrust stimulated my clit against the mattress, and it wasn't long before the walls of my vagina pulsed around his thick cock.

"Mmmmmm," I moaned into the pillow, trying to muffle the sound.

"You've been cumming for me a lot tonight," Mr. K murmured into my ear, and he moaned from the sensation of me squeezing him. Without warning, he pushed his index finger between my cheeks and into my asshole.

"MMMMMMM!" I yelled into the pillow. I struggled slightly against him. Damn it. He was going to fuck my ass. And like when I thought about it last night, the idea both exhilarated and terrified me.

"You have to relax, April," Mr. K said as he slowly worked his finger in and out of my ass while his cock was still buried deep in my pussy. "Or this is going to hurt."

"Mr. K," I said breathlessly, turning my head to look at him. At this point, he added a second finger to my ass. "I can't do this. I'm not ready yet. I..."

"You agreed to whatever I wanted tonight," he reminded me. His hips started up again, and I whimpered as his cock plunged deeper inside me, hitting my cervix. He was obviously aroused by the control he had over me. He began to get rougher with me.

"I know," I said desperately. "And I'm not saying never; I'm just saying..."

"You have to be quiet, April," he reminded me. "You want Angela to find us like this?"

I sighed frustratedly and shook my head.

"Good girl," he whispered, leaning over me and planting kisses on the back of my neck and shoulders. "Just relax now."

I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes as I felt Mr. K remove his fingers from my ass and his dick from my pussy. He spread my cheeks and lined up his head at my tiny, tight anus. I heard him spit on my anus to lubricate it. My grip on the top of the mattress tightened even more in anticipation. I tried to focus on breathing, but my heart was beating out of my chest.

"Fuck," Mr. K said softly as he began to push into my ass, his cock slowly and very painfully invading me.

UGHHHH! I grunted as I bit the bedsheets in an attempt to muffle the sound.

"I know," he whispered reassuringly. "It'll get better soon." Mr. K shoved his dick in deeper while giving me an extra hard slap on my cheeks. I momentarily focused on the painful slap rather than the feeling of him splitting me open. I thrashed and whimpered beneath him.

Mr. K paused for a moment while I got accustomed to having my ass reamed. Then, with one final groan, I felt his cock push deeper inside me. He only had half his cock in, but that was more than enough to fill me.

"Holy shit," he murmured as he started agonizingly slow thrusts. "You're so fucking tight."

Pain shot through me as his cock pushed in and out of me. It felt like my ass was on fire.

"You wanted this last night, remember?" Mr. K asked as he started to pick up the pace. "When you heard me fucking Angela's ass, you wanted it to be you."

"Mmm, hmm," I mumbled. It seemed so sexy overhearing it last night. I closed my eyes again and tried to replay the memory, remembering how I touched myself. I took my right hand and slid it beneath me, finding my clit, while Mr. K started ramming his cock into me a bit harder.

"That's it," he said when he noticed what I was doing. "Enjoy it." Mr. K reached his right hand under my chest and grabbed my breast. He roughly played with my nipple while I rubbed my clit, all the while his shaft was steadily pumping into my ass. His hips slapped against my ass cheeks every time he went balls deep inside me, and the bed creaked loudly, just like his and Mrs. Kelly's did last night. Soon, the muffled moans I was making weren't from the pain anymore.

Mr. K noticed me relaxing and took full advantage. He suddenly started to jackhammer into me, his grunts getting louder and louder. Mr. K was losing control. He grabbed my hips with both hands and began to go wild on me, slapping my bright red ass and thrusting into me like there was no tomorrow.

I worried he was getting too loud, but a second later he stopped and tensed up against me. I felt him come deep in my ass, just like I had told him I wanted him to. The thought of Mr. K creaming inside me the night after he did it to his wife took me over the edge. My fingers continued to circle my clit tightly as the orgasm coursed through my body.

"UUHHHHHGGGGGGGG," I moaned, throwing my head back. Mr. K, his cock still inside me, pulled my head back by my hair even more and kissed me quickly. We lay there completely still, a sweaty, panting, sticky mess until he finally rolled off me.

"April, that was amazing," he told me, his eyes intense.

"I told you I didn't want to," I replied, pulling up the sheets to cover my naked body.

"I think you're still lying to me," he said, his eyes locked with mine.

I sighed. "Maybe."

He surveyed his own body and then eyed the messy, wet sheets.

"I'm going to have to take a shower before I go back upstairs," Mr. K told me. His eyes darted to my bathroom door. "Do you want to join me? I'm asking you this time. You don't have to say yes."

I let out another heavy sigh. He had me, and he knew it.

"Yes. I'm all yours," I replied with a sexy grin.

That week, Mr. K sneaked into my room in the middle of the night numerous times. Apparently, Mrs. Kelly loved her wine, and every evening Mr. K made sure her glass was always filled. This ensured she passed out every night and gave Mr. K a window of opportunity. The rest of the week we were away, I slept naked, waiting and hoping that Mr. K would sneak into my bed and take me--and he did. He never disappointed me either.

Had I fallen in love with Mr. K? I couldn't stop thinking about him.

Mr. K had slowly transformed me into his little fuck toy, and I grew to love it. I knew I was repeating the same pattern I exhibited with Mark when he introduced me to sex. Actually, the situation was almost identical; they were both married, much older than me, and they both had full control over me.

After that vacation, I stopped worrying about getting caught, and I also stopped playing hard to get. Oh, I knew we would eventually get caught one day, but I stopped thinking about it or caring. All I could think of was how Mr. K's big cock made me feel.

The power of my orgasms overcame any moral or logical thoughts that I may have had. He was my dom, and I was his sub. My inner slut had been released, and there was no putting it back in the bag, at least for Mr. K. That is, until the shit hit the fan...