Note to the reader: this is either a stand alone story, or could be a 2-parter. If you'd like to read more about Daria and Jack, please comment or let me know.
All characters engaged in sex are over 18. There are elements of non-consensual sex, but I hope it's clear that, in the end, it's very much consensual.
Enjoy!
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Daria straightened her dress and rang the bell. She had butterflies in her stomach. She wasn't nervous because of having to babysit. She had babysat the Samson kids loads of times and they were really easy compared to most of the other kids. No, she was nervous because she had a major crush on their dad, Jack Samson. He was in his mid-forties, with sandy-brown hair, green penetrating eyes and a voice that travelled straight to her pussy every time he said anything.
She had been babysitting for the Samson's for 2 years now, since she was 17. She had taken a year off before going to college, so she was trying to get all the work she could. Luckily for her, Mrs. Samson worked abroad a lot, meaning that Mr Samson often needed her help with the kids, sometimes even when he was in the house. Those were her favourite times, when she would pass by his open office door and step in and ask if he wanted anything. Just to be in the same room as him. Her pussy was constantly on fire around him. She just hoped he didn't realise. Hoped he would never find out that she masturbated every day, thinking of him, imagining him whispering into her ears how she was his.
She jumped when the door opened. It was 8 year-old Jennie.
"Hi Daria. Daddy says to bring you to the kitchen." And with that she was gone.
Daria smiled and stepped inside. She went into the kitchen where Jack was bending over, peering into the freezer. Daria stared at his gorgeous ass. She held on to the countertop to steady herself.
"Hi Mr Samson."
He looked back at her, a lock of hair having fallen in front of his eyes. He smiled at her. "Hey Daria. Thanks so much for coming on such short notice. I'm just looking for a container. I've got a sauce here somewhere that would be good for dinner for you and the kids." He turned back to the freezer. "How's your eyesight?" he called back to her.
"Uhm, pretty good."
"Come here and help me find it."
She went to stand next to him, his head level with her pussy. He looked up at her. She saw him glance at her breasts. The open freezer had brought out her nipples. She blushed and crouched down to him so her face was now next to his.
What if he just kissed me.
Something must have happened to her face as she thought this, because his smile faded briefly and he studied her intently. She looked away and peered into the open freezer drawer.
"So what does this container look like?"
"Well. Like that one there. And that one. And that one."
She laughed. He watched her out of the corner of his eye.
Mr Samson had left, promising to be back before midnight when he would take her home. The kids were in bed and Daria was on the couch, with the television on. She wasn't watching it. She had her eyes closed and one hand was pinching her nipple, pulling at it, imagining it was Jack's teeth. Her other hand was down her panties, her finger rubbing her swollen clit furiously.
"Yes, Jack," she whispered, her voice drowned out by the television. With a gush of wetness, she orgasmed, biting her hand to stop from screaming. She lay back on the cushions, imagining she was now in Jack's post-coital embrace. And then she fell asleep.
Jack opened the door and closed it behind him softly. He knew Daria was probably asleep. She was usually asleep if he got back late. He had learnt how to wake her up gently, he just had to approach her quietly.
He went into the living room. The TV was on and he could see Daria was laying down on the couch. He could hear her soft snores. He loved those soft snores. As he got closer he realised something that caused a heat to rise in him.
One of Daria's pert little tits was exposed, the bra cup having been pulled down and the top half of her dress unbuttoned. The bottom half of this dress was up above her hips, exposing the hand that was under her panties. And as he got even closer, her saw that these panties were soaked. He sniffed the air. His cock got hard.
He knew he should wake her up, but he didn't want to embarrass her. Bullshit, he wanted to stare at her. Try again. He wanted to touch her. Fuck her.
For the last two years his feelings for Daria had changed. At first she had just been another teenage girl who babysat. But slowly, especially in the last 6 months, he had come to see her as a young woman. One who seemed so full of life and warmth. Whereas his wife was away most of the time, probably screwing someone different in every new location.
Daria shifted, her legs parting a little more. She moaned a little. It seemed like she'd said something.
"Daria?" he whispered cautiously, checking if she was awake.
He got no response. He walked around the couch and knelt down in front of it. He breathed in her scent and scanned every inch of her exposed flesh. From the gently trembling breast and erect little nipple, to the fine blond curls he could see through the wet cloth of her panties. One leg was dangling off the couch, her legs wide open, and with his finger he traced along the inside of her thigh, soft and creamy. He looked up at her face to see if she responded but nothing happened apart from a little flutter of the eyelids. He rubbed a finger past her nipple, and then cupped her little breast in his hand. It made his hand look big. He relished the buttery texture of her tit, stroking the flesh. Then he brought his face close to her panty-clad pussy and ran his tongue along the outline of her cunt-lips. He sucked on the material, desperate to taste her. He knew that what he was doing was so so wrong, but it was happening and he didn't want to stop himself.
Her hips moved up, pressing her pussy into his face. The hand that had been resting under her underpants fell away. His nose must have pressed into her clit, because she groaned in her sleep.
"Yes, Jack. Please."
He looked up. Was she awake?
Her eyes were closed and her breathing was deep again. Had she just called his name in her sleep? The thought that she was dreaming about him turned him on even more.
With his index finger he pulled aside the fabric and revealed her glistening cunt to him: the puffy lips covered with a fine dusting of the fairest, silkiest pubes and the wetness in between them, open and emanating warmth. With his tongue, he traced the length of her slit, gathering some of her juice. He licked up and down this crease, going a little deeper each time, eventually pushing his tongue deep into her hole for a second. Her hips were moving a little more now, in a gyrating motion, and he could hear her moan.
"Yes, Jack, please. I want you to be my first."
He smiled into her pussy, not really caring if she was dreaming or awake, and began to flick her swollen clit with the tip of his tongue. Her hips began to buck and with his other hand he began to finger fuck her, plunging into her wet tight hole as she approached climax.
"Oh Jack, Oh Jack, yes, please, please..."
He bit her clit, his finger pumping in and out of her. He sucked on her clit hungrily, desperate to make her cum.
