Mina Noel paced nervously around her bedroom. In half an hour, she would be in the living room of her new babysitting employer, the Wrights. Mrs. Wright had called a few days ago to tell Mina she had gotten the job. Mina had squealed in delight. The Wrights seemed to be the ideal employers-well, from what she had gathered from their ad, anyway. She was to babysit five-year-old Steven Wright on afternoons from Monday to Friday. The schedule had fit Mina’s to a tee because she didn’t have many late-afternoon classes on weekdays. She was ecstatic because aside from making the most of her time, she was also bringing in extra bucks.
Mina checked her watch. Twenty-five minutes before her scheduled interview. Another thing that was in her favor was that the Wrights didn’t live too far away from the college. She could make it to the house in less than ten minutes, actually. However, since Mina has yet to meet her employers for the first time, she was determined to make an excellent impression.
Not that she had a problem in the physical department on making a good, lasting impression. Mina was one of the most attractive women on campus. Her height made her hard to miss. At almost six feet tall, she easily stood out from the crowd. Her light blond hair also made it easy for anyone to spot her in a crowd. Mina wore her hair long, way past her shoulders, and her hair tended to billow out all over her, making her look like an angel who had lost her way and found herself in earth instead. To match her blond hair, Mina had light-green eyes and smooth, creamy complexion that could rival that of any model’s. Her lips were neither too thin nor too full. They were just right, with a slightly rosy tinge that added appeal to her sweet image, the ideal girl next door.
As if her looks weren’t good enough, Mina also happened to be blessed with the perfect hourglass figure. She didn’t work out very hard; her body just happened to develop that way. She figured she had her mom to thank for that. Her mother was a curvy brunette, and although Mina got her height from her dad (a towering hunky fellow himself), the fact she got her curves from her mother can’t be denied.
Mina knew she looked good. She grew up with people, both friends and strangers, telling her so. Yet for some reason, the reality of her good looks didn’t go over her head. This time, Mina had her friends to thank for that. They kept her sane, kept her grounded, although that didn’t completely stop the members of the opposite sex from liking her still.
Now, glancing at her watch again, Mina decided it was time to get going to the Wrights. She had less than twenty minutes to go, and she didn’t want to have to rush on her way there. She checked herself in the mirror. She was wearing her loose-fitting knit sweater, favorite jeans, and gray loafers. The look said professional yet casual, which was exactly how she wanted it to be. She pulled her sweater down and smoothed her hair with her palms.
“I’m ready,” she told herself in the mirror. “Let’s get it on!”
When Mina got to the Wrights ten minutes later, she no longer felt tense and nervous. She took another deep breath to compose herself and forced a smile on her lips.
“You can do it, Mina,” she told herself softly as she made her way to the front door. “You can do it, girl. You’ve babysat before. This job won’t be all different from your previous babysitting stints.” She reached the front door and, with a slightly shaking hand, rang the bell. After two presses, the door swung open to reveal a tall slim blond woman. She was wearing a loose-fitting tee and denim cutoffs. She also had a fashionable pair of eyeglasses on.
“Hi!” the woman said warmly as she opened the door wider. “You must be Mina! I’m Mrs. Wright, but you can call me Samantha.” She held out her hand.
Mina grinned. So far, things were going her way. Mrs. Wright looked like a kind woman. “Hi, Mrs. Wright, I mean, Samantha! I’m Mina Noel,” she gushed in return, and shook Mrs. Wright’s extended hand.
“You’re so beautiful! And you’re tall too!” Mrs. Wright exclaimed. “I won’t be surprised if Steven decides to fall in love with you. He has a thing for beautiful women.” She winked, and ushered Mina inside the house.
Mina stepped in. She was greeted by a large spacious living room that had minimal furniture. The pieces that were in it, though, were elegant and classy, somehow filling in the room’s sparse spaces. Mrs. Wright motioned for Mina to sit on the large leather couch, and the women sat across each other.
“Thanks, Samantha,” Mina said politely. “Speaking of, where’s Steven?” She looked around. “I can’t wait to meet him.”
Mrs. Wright smiled. “You’ll love Steven. He’s a smart, creative kid. He talks nonstop, but you’ll like him. He isn’t around, though. He’s with my parents. They get together on weekends. It’s like their weekly dating session.”
Mina laughed. “Too bad I won’t get to meet him,” she said. “He sounds like a nice guy.”
“Oh, he is,” Mrs. Wright agreed. “There isn’t really much to tell you about your job. I mean, since you’ve tried babysitting before and all that.” She waved her hand around. “I just wanted to meet you, see what you’re like, get a good gut feel of you. You know that, right?” She stared fixedly at Mina. “We’ve had a couple of babysitters who didn’t… well, let’s just say they did things differently.”
“I understand, Mrs. Wright,” Mina assured her. “I’d do the same if I were in your shoes.”
Mrs. Wright smiled. “That’s good to hear. And I told you to call me Samantha, but you seem to be one of those polite kids who can never seem to call older people by their first names.” She chuckled.
Just then someone bounded down the stairs, which was behind Mrs. Wright’s couch. Both women looked as a male figure stepped down the last stair and walked toward them.
Mina eyed the man. This must be Mr. Wright, she thought. He was tall and had broad shoulders, like those of a football player’s. He had thick dark hair, dark blue eyes, and a defined jaw. He was wearing a shirt and board shorts. Apparently the Wrights were one of those casual couples. This suited Mina just fine. Casual couples weren’t as hard to please as those stiff, professional ones.
“Hi, honey!” Mrs. Wright chirped. “Glad you decided to come down when you did.” She stood up and gave her husband a peck on the cheek. “Steven’s babysitter is here. Her name’s Mina. Mina Noel.”
Mina stood up from the couch and walked over to the couple to shake Mr. Wright’s hand. “Hi, Mr. Wright,” she said. “I’m Mina.” She held out her hand. Mr. Wright took Mina’s hand with both of his hands and shook it firmly. He never took his dark-blue eyes off Mina. “Hello, Mina,” he said. His voice was deep and smooth, and sent shivers up and down Mina’s spine. There was something very seductive about the man’s voice.
Stop it, she told herself. Quit fooling around.
“I’m Hank Wright,” the man continued. His hands were still on Mina’s, so Mina very carefully took her hand away from Mr. Wright’s grip. She could’ve sworn Mr. Wright was flirting with her, although she didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t be flirting with her, not with his wife a mere few steps away.
But it seemed Mrs. Wright was oblivious to what was going on between her husband and babysitter. She went on smiling, seeming not to care that her husband almost didn’t want to let go of Mina’s hand. “Well, now you’ve met,” she said cheerfully. She glanced at the watch on her wrist. “Steven won’t be home in an hour or two.” She glanced back up at Mina. “If you still want to meet him, you can hang around until my folks bring him home.”
“Yes, that’s a great idea,” Mr. Wright agreed. His eyes were still on Mina. Mina, on the other hand, was starting to feel self-conscious. She was used to people staring at her longer than what was deemed necessary, but there was something in Mr. Wright’s stare that made her feel uncomfortable. If someone told her Mr. Wright was undressing her inside his head, she would believe it in an instant.
But instead of appalling her, the notion of Mr. Wright undressing her mentally made Mina feel excited. The discomfort was still there, but beneath the discomfort was a hidden pool of excitement, of a sense of adventure.
An image formed in her mind: She and Mr. Wright were tangled in each other’s arms. They were fully clothed, but Mr. Wright was running his huge hands all over Mina’s body. Mina’s back was arched, erect. Her head was tossed back, and her long blond hair flew out behind her. Mr. Wright’s hand was caressing her breasts over her sweater while his other hand was rubbing her crotch through the thick fabric of her jeans. Mina’s arms were around Mr. Wright’s neck, and she was moving her hips against Mr. Wright’s solid figure. Then Mr. Wright leaned closer, flicked his tongue out, and ran it down Mina’s slender throat. Mina moaned, and Mr. Wright’s tongue went into motion again. The hands grasping her breasts and her crotch moved faster and faster, and Mina pumped her hips more rapidly against Mr. Wright.
The mental image aroused Mina. The mound between her legs became sticky in no time. She was about to reach for her private space down there when Mrs. Wright’s voice broke through her thoughts, snapping her out of her reverie.
“Mina?” Mrs. Wright was saying.
Mina snapped out of her thoughts. She was horrified. She couldn’t believe she was about to touch herself-and in front of her employers, at that! She felt a blush creep through her cheeks. So much for making an excellent impression.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Mrs. Wright,” Mina apologized profusely. “I was just, um, something just came into mind, see. What was it you were telling me?”
She risked a look at Mr. Wright and was shocked to see he was smirking. He was smirking right at her, as if he knew what she had been thinking a few moments ago. It was like he was thinking the same thing! Mina couldn’t believe it. No, Mr. Wright couldn’t possibly know. He wasn’t psychic or anything. Besides, maybe he was just laughing at her for drifting off to space and being caught red-handed by Mrs. Wright.
“That’s all right, dear,” Mrs. Wright assured Mina. “As I was saying, I think I’ll go down the supermarket and grab some pizza and soda. We could hang out here, spend some time getting to know each other and stuff.” She studied Mina. “Unless you have something already planned, of course.”
“Oh, I can stay here and wait for Steven if you want, Mrs. Wright,” Mina answered. “I don’t have anything planned for this afternoon, anyway. And I really would love to meet Steven.” She smiled at the thought of the boy she would soon babysit, her lust-filled thoughts of Mr. Wright temporarily forgotten for the time being.
“That’s terrific!” Mrs. Wright said enthusiastically. Mina could almost see her clapping her hands. Boy, Mrs. Wright was one chirpy employer! Mina decided she must have been a cheerleader back in her younger days.
“You stay here and make yourself comfortable,” Mrs. Wright ordered, as she went to the key rack beside the front door. “I’ll go grab some pizza and soda. And ice cream, I must remember that. Steven loves ice cream.” She grabbed her coat and shrugged it on, adjusting her blond hair. “Honey, you make Mina feel right at home,” she ordered, waggling a finger at her husband. “I wouldn’t want anyone to think the Wrights are a total bore!” She laughed merrily and opened the door. “You guys, I’ll be back. Have fun!” she called over her shoulder as she stepped out and shut the door behind her. A few minutes later, the sound of a car engine roaring to life filled the air. Seconds later, Mrs. Wright was gone.
Mina remained standing where she was, frozen and unable to move. With Mrs. Wright’s perky mood gone, the house was strangely silent. The realization that she was all alone with Mr. Wright sunk into Mina. She felt more uncomfortable than ever, but what could she do? Mr. Wright was her boss. It would be rude to simply walk out and go back to her dorm. Besides, Mrs. Wright was expecting her to be there when she got back home from the supermarket.
It was Mr. Wright who broke the silence first. “So, Mina,” he said pleasantly. He went to the television and turned it on. “I guess we could watch some movies or something. Kind of like teenagers on a date.” He chuckled, and moved from one channel to another.
Mina smiled nervously. The ball of discomfort in her stomach kept getting bigger. She had never been alone in any place with a much-older man, and the thought terrified her. But Mr. Wright surely won’t do anything funny to her, would he? He was her boss, after all.
Mr. Wright settled on the couch. He glanced up and saw Mina still standing awkwardly over the couch. He smiled and patted the space beside him. “Have a seat, Mina,” he invited.
Mina swallowed and settled right beside Mr. Wright. She did her best not to sit too close to him, though. No, it wouldn’t do to be mere inches from Mr. Wright right now. Mina felt uncomfortable, but she was also turned on at the idea of sitting so near Mr. Wright. It would be foolish to deny the man aroused her. There was something confident yet haughty and mysterious about him.
Mr. Wright went on staring at the blaring television while Mina sat stiffly beside him. She knew she should make some light conversation. But about what? That she didn’t know.
So she stared at the television as well, her brain not processing any of the images that flashed on the screen. Mina was so absorbed in doing her best to keep her eyes on the screen that it took a while before she realized Mr. Wright had his arm around her shoulders. Instinctively Mina stiffened. Her eyes grew wide, and she had to exert a good enough amount of willpower to stop from crying out loud.
But Mr. Wright seemed to be oblivious to Mina’s discomfort. He went on staring at the TV screen, chuckling occasionally in response to the scene on TV. A few minutes later, Mina felt Mr. Wright’s hand clamp down on her shoulder.
That was the final straw for Mina. Her gut told her Mr. Wright was making his moves on her-the arm around her and the hand on her shoulder? Nope, Mr. Wright didn’t intend to stop right there. No way, Jose!
Mina decided to speak up. “Mr. Wright, what are you doing?” Her voice came out calm enough, but inside she was shaking. The hand on Mina’s shoulder began to move although Mr. Wright’s eyes were still glued to the TV screen. “What does it look like I’m doing, Mina?” he asked, his voice just as calm as Mina’s.
“Well, your hand is on my shoulder, sir,” Mina responded.
“Is it?” Mr. Wright answered back. “Do you have any problems with it, Mina?” The hand massaged her shoulder harder, and while it wasn’t painful, the motion made Mina more uncomfortable than ever.
Not to mention it made her feel even lustier.
Her upbringing got the better of her. “I don’t like what you’re doing, Mr. Wright,” she blurted out. There. It was out. Still, Mr. Wright didn’t move or turn to look at her. As a matter of fact, his hand moved away from Mina’s shoulder. “Where do you like it then?” he asked, his hand continuing to move. “Here, perhaps?” His huge meaty hand settled over Mina’s right breast.
This time Mina stiffened visibly. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Wasn’t she just laughing with Mrs. Wright a couple of moments ago? What was going on?
Now Mr. Wright’s hand began to move and fondle Mina’s breast. “Is this what you want, I gather?” His voice had become husky, almost breathy. Mina opened her mouth to answer him when suddenly he flicked his thumb over her nipple. What came out from Mina’s mouth, instead of a word or two, was a moan. She was shocked the moment she heard it, and hurriedly clamped her hand over her mouth.
Mr. Wright turned to look at her this time. There was a huge grin on his face. His hand was still on Mina’s breast. “I knew it,” he said softly. “I knew it the moment I laid my eyes on you. You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” He pulled on Mina’s nipple, and Mina let out another moan.
She couldn’t believe this was happening. Horrified, she knew something was going to happen right here, right now. She turned to look at Mr. Wright. “Mr. Wright, please,” she whispered. Tears began to form in her eyes.
“You are a slut, Mina,” Mr. Wright told her. He removed his hand from her breast and shifted his body so that they now sat face-to-face. “I saw it in your eyes. Clear as crystal. You want me, don’t you?” He leaned closer as he spoke every word. “Well, surprise. I want you too.”
He placed his lips over Mina’s and gave her a kiss so soft, it was almost chaste. Mina was too stunned to do anything. She sat still while Mr. Wright kissed her gently on the lips. She clenched her hands on her lap, and while doing so, the tears began to fall from her eyes.
Mr. Wright, having noticed her tears, pulled back and watched her face. Then he laughed. “Sweet Mina is crying!” he exclaimed. He leaned closer again and licked the tears from Mina’s cheeks, stopping once to run his tongue over her pursed lips. “Stop it. You’re not a child anymore.” His voice became serious. “Now I want you to undress, Mina. Do it. ”Mina whimpered. “Mr. Wright-”
“Hurry up, we don’t have much time,” Mr. Wright interrupted. “Samantha will be back soon. It won’t do us any good if she catches us. Come on, now.” His voice grew impatient.
“I won’t, you bastard,” Mina said stubbornly.
Mr. Wright’s hand flew from nowhere and landed on Mina’s cheek. Smack! The blow caught Mina by surprise, and she fell back on the couch, still stunned. She couldn’t believe it, but Mr. Wright had hit her! Nobody had ever hit her before!
Mr. Wright positioned his body above Mina’s, towering over her. Mina was tall, but Mr. Wright was taller. He placed his knees around Mina’s hips, keeping her in place. His eyes were blazing dangerously. This frightened Mina.
She screamed. “Let me go, Mr. Wright!”
“Not until I get what I want,” he answered, as he took his shirt off and unbuckled his pants. Mina thrashed and squirmed, but he was too strong.
A few moments later, Mr. Wright was naked, save for his underwear. Mina shrieked again as he pulled her sweater over her head. She stayed put, refusing to let the sweater slide over her head. Mr. Wright slapped her again. Mina had no choice but to let him remove her sweater. She was very frightened now. But she was also surprised to find out that beneath the fright, the lust and longing for Mr. Wright remained. While he undid her jeans, her eyes roamed all over his firm, chiseled body. She couldn’t believe a person as married as Mr. Wright could have a body like that of a college student. Then she shook her head mentally. What was she thinking? This man was about to rape her. She couldn’t be lying there and allowing that to happen!
A few minutes later, Mina was as bare as the day she was born. The thought infuriated her, and her fright slipped away. She stared up at Mr. Wright with furious eyes. “Let go of me, you asshole,” she spit out loud.
“Or you’ll what?” Mr. Wright sneered. “Let’s quit this, Mina. I don’t want to rape you, okay? I know you want me. Like I said, I want you too.” He reached out and caressed her cheek. “Don’t make it hard for us, babe. I know you’re a real slut beneath that good-girl exterior.” He chuckled. “I love it when girls put on a show like that.”
“What do you want, Mr. Wright?” Mina shouted angrily.
“Why, isn’t it obvious?” he answered, surprised. “I want to fuck you, of course. Enough of this talk. Let’s get down to business.”
Before Mina could open her mouth to protest, Mr. Wright’s lips clamped down over hers again. She groaned and protested, but the sounds came out wrong. She struggled against his solid body. While doing so, her breasts brushed against his solid chest. The sensation was very much arousing. Still, Mina kept on moving. It wasn’t long before her nipples were up and perky. Mr. Wright noticed this and reached down to tweak a nipple with one hand. Mina moaned in response. Her body was on fire now, there was no denying that. Her anger and fear receded and were replaced by a strong wave of lust and desire. She felt the fire in between her legs, making her moan again. She didn’t understand it, but she knew Mr. Wright was right. Didn’t she just fantasize the two of them getting down and dirty right in the living room?
Mina decided to give in to the cries of her flesh.
She wrapped her arms around Mr. Wright’s body. Surprised, he stopped kissing her for a second. She reached up and continued their kiss, this time with more intensity. He responded with equal passion, and soon they were devouring each other’s mouths.
Mr. Wright loosened his tight hold on Mina’s hips. Mina spread her long legs open and wrapped them around his hips. She could feel his cock become harder and larger against her mound. The sensation turned up her arousal again, and while kissing him, she raised her hips and bucked them against his hips. The motion made her organ rub hard against his cock. The pleasure made her delirious.
He saw what Mina was doing, and he acted fast. He broke their torrid kissing and ran his tongue all over her lips and chin. The tongue went down to her throat (it felt as good as Mina imagined it to be), down to her collarbones, and down to her full breasts. He licked her breasts like mad, couldn’t seem to get enough of them. He took one nipple eagerly and sucked on it with frenzy. She moaned over and over. It felt so good to have her nipple inside Mr. Wright’s moist mouth. She took her breast and pushed it against his mouth, urging him to take in as much as he wanted.
While he was busy lapping up her breast, Mina reached down and wrapped her fingers around Mr. Wright’s dick. He cried out softly, and Mina smiled inwardly. Her grip became firm, and a second later, her hand was sliding up and down Mr. Wright’s cock. His rod wasn’t too large, but it was considerably wide. Mina enjoyed the feel of her fingers against his cock and wondered how it would feel inside her. She decided to find out.
Mina spread her legs open from behind and rubbed the tip of Mr. Wright’s dick against the lips of her pussy. This caused him to moan. With one quick kiss on Mina’s breast, he raised himself up and over her. Her hand was still on his cock, sliding up and down. He moved his hips in perfect timing to her touch until they had a smooth, fluid motion. Mina placed her left leg on the back of the couch while she rested her other leg on the floor. She was bare and open now, all for Mr. Wright’s taking, and she told him so.
“I’m so wet for you, Mr. Wright,” Mina said huskily. Her forehead was dotted with sweat, and her skin glistened in the afternoon sun. “What do you say? This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
“You are the perfect slut,” Mr. Wright said softly. Without warning, he plunged two of his fingers into Mina’s crack. He was surprised and pleased to find out Mina was soaking wet. He grinned and wriggled his fingers madly inside her, exploring every space and inch of her dripping-wet pussy.
Mina screamed as Mr. Wright’s fingers invaded her cunt, but her scream eventually became sounds of pleasure. She moved her hips in time with Mr. Wright’s hands. She had to let go of his cock now; the pleasure was too intense. She placed her hands over her breasts instead and began to play with and tug at them.
Mr. Wright’s fingers slid faster and faster inside Mina, who was so wet now that some of her juices leaked out from her and dripped to the couch. Then Mina felt something coming, and her eyes flew open. She tugged harder at her breasts then wound her hands around Mr. Wright’s dark hair.
“I’m gonna come, Mr. Wright,” she moaned.
Mr. Wright responded by pulling his fingers out of Mina’s pussy. Mina cried out loud in frustration and looked at him. “What did you do that for?” she shrieked. He was so cruel!
Mr. Wright grinned wickedly and positioned himself higher over Mina. Mina, still half-delirious from the intense pleasure, couldn’t figure out what her male employer was up to. It only came to her when Mr. Wright came down and rammed himself inside her pussy.
Oh, the sudden jolt of pain! Mina screamed as Mr. Wright invaded her pussy with his cock again and again. Pain quickly turned to pleasure, however, something that was made possible due to the fact that Mina was completely soaked with her juices. She moaned and groaned, her cries mingling with Mr. Wright’s grunting and heavy breathing.
They were both soaking wet now, and their organs made squelching sounds as they came in contact with each other. Flat bellies met and also made slapping sounds. The smell of sweat and body fluid filled the air. Sweat-stained skin glowed in the afternoon sun. The huge leather couch shook and vibrated a bit, and cries of ecstasy filled the living room.
Mr. Wright couldn’t seem to stop himself from diving into Mina’s eager flesh. She was so snug, and so wet! He dug his hands on Mina’s tits, mashing and grinding them. Mina ran her fingernails down Mr. Wright’s back and grabbed a huge chunk of his firm ass, which she squeezed and fondled with all her strength.
“I’m coming, I’m going to burst!” Mina cried out. She shut her eyes and gritted her teeth. Her sensations were all going overdrive now: Mr. Wright’s enormous cock thrusting in and out of her pussy, his hands digging hungrily at her breasts, his lips fastened sexily on the delicate skin between her collarbones. She couldn’t help but wonder how much more pleasure she could take before she went mad with sheer ecstasy.
“Hold on, babe,” Mr. Wright answered. His hands went from her breasts to her hips. He held her hips steady as he went on pounding into her. “I’m right with you. Ah, shit. You feel so fucking good.”
He thrust himself in and out of Mina’s flesh more rapidly. The quick movements left them both gasping and panting. Mina began to feel the shakes wind their way all over her body. Mr. Wright felt them too, and he drove himself into Mina faster and faster. He found her cave of flesh to be perfect. He didn’t want to drive himself outside Mina’s cunt. He could stay inside her cunt all day, every day.
Mina let out a scream just as shivers and shudders racked through her body. Her eyes rolled upward, showing only the whites. She screamed and cried out loud, still meeting Mr. Wright’s cock as it drove right into her. She was dying, she knew it. No human being could go through this insane pleasure and live to tell the tale.
Then her pussy began to excrete her exotic body fluids. The wave of orgasm washed over Mina, and she welcomed it with open arms. Her body shook and thrashed around as one orgasm after another split through her. She racked and shuddered on the couch. A minute later, Mr. Wright collapsed on top of her and matched her shuddering with his own. He poured his seed right into Mina’s still-gushing pussy. He managed to find the strength for one more thrust before he completely collapsed on top of Mina and surrendered his body to the shake-inducing waves of his orgasm.
The black leather couch was wet and sticky with mysterious fluids by the time Mina and Mr. Wright sat up and got off it. Bending down to get her clothes, Mina looked down at the sticky puddles and giggled.
“That was fantastic, Mr. Wright,” she said shyly as she stepped into her clothes and dressed. Mr. Wright broke into his handsome devilish grin. “I told you.” Still naked, he gazed into Mina’s eyes. Mina, still naked from the waist up, gazed back at him.
“You can have lots of that if you want, Mina,” Mr. Wright said softly.
“I want,” Mina said breathlessly.
Suddenly, they heard the sound of a car engine turn into the driveway.
Mr. Wright bent down and sucked on Mina’s breast for a few seconds. Standing back up, he said, “Good.”
“I’m home!” Mrs. Wright shouted from outside. “Honey, help me with the sodas!”
Mr. Wright winked at Mina before he went outside to help his wife, putting on his clothes as he walked to the front door.
Mina smiled and went on dressing herself. This was going to be one fantastic babysitting job.
Green, Vallen
Babysitters Erotica Collection: Over 100,000 Words of 20 Hot Sex S tories
Like Father Like Son
Working for the Finlaysons is a dream come true. Not only do they have the most luxurious house in the entire neighbourhood, but they are also the highest payers I have ever encountered. The house is a 10 room mansion, with its own kidney shaped pool, lush gardens, and well manicured landscapes. Set on top of the hills, it is beautifully elevated to give the best view of the town below. The interior seems honey drenched, with the smart use of medium coloured woods, camel and cinnamon coloured furnishings and dramatic yellow lights, giving the entire house a golden cast at night. For me, this is what living is all about. My most favourite place aside from the pool side, are the wrought iron balconies that seem to wrap up all the bedrooms upstairs. The floor to ceiling windows near the staircase, give a picturesque view of the backyard garden. Antiques and chandeliers are used lavishly and give the entire house a really expensive feel.
My bosses, Amy and Grant Finlayson are the best couples I had ever encountered. They are very accommodating and gracious. Their 8 year old, Jasmine, is an angel with brunette locks and hazel eyes that seem to sparkle all the time. Their adopted son, Flay, is currently at the University taking up-well, I am not too sure, but something that involves plenty of numbers. Seeing his pictures on the living room, one would say that he’s a stereotypical geek. Anyway, I haven’t seen him in person yet since he is never home since I started working.
Mr. Finlayson is usually on business meetings and conventions so I rarely see him, except during the first few days. Usually, it’s just Mrs. Finlayson, Jasmine, and Mrs. Finlayson’s personal assistant, Kendall.
I was at the kitchen making some smoothie one afternoon when I sensed someone was behind me. I turned around and saw the most gorgeous guy I have ever seen. He’s about a foot taller than me, with brown hair, stormy gray eyes and a tan that suggests he’s been out in the sun too much recently. I couldn’t help but stare.
“Hi. I’m Flay.” He said as he extended his hand.
“Oh! No wonder you look so familiar. I’ve seen some photos. I’m Brooke.”
“Nice to meet you.” With that, he walked upstairs.
After finishing making my strawberry smoothie, I went upstairs as well.
Playing with Jasmine is one of my favourites. I was an only child so I never really had the chance to have a playmate when I was a kid. I had tons of toys but no one to play them with. The curly brunette has a toy kingdom in her room. Really. She has princess castles where she can play inside, almost every Barbie that ever came out, a Hello Kitty tub, and a collection of the Disney Princesses-from books to DVD’s to her vanity. Her cotton candy pink bed is so soft and cushy-fit for a princess.
As I adjusted my self on the bean bag, I stared lovingly at her. She was sound asleep. I almost laughed to myself. One minute, she’s all hyper. Another minute, she’s like this. Sleeping like an angel. I tiptoed across the room and made my way out. I was a bit bored so I walked across the hall and opened the French doors at the end. They pave the way for the balcony overlooking the pool. Someone was swimming-gracefully at that. I focused and I realized it was Flay. His hair was wet and his eyes a bit red. As he came out of the pool, I cannot help but stare at those manly broad shoulders that have droplets of water cascading from them. And then, as my eyes came downward, I was mesmerized by his manly bulge, made enticing by his tight trunks. He must have sensed I was there. He looked up and met my eyes.
As he came nearer the balcony, I couldn’t help but stare at his tumescence again. He must have realized that because he followed the direction of my stare and shook his head. Heat came up my neck and I could have sworn I was blushing profusely. I ran back to Jasmine’s room. Only too thankful that I could hide there for a while and avoid him as much as possible. I thought about the thing that I saw and sighed. I would have to have that inside me. However, I can’t. He’s the bosses’ son. Plus, it’s obvious that she is not his type.
It’s weird. Really weird. I saw his pictures a number of times already but it never occurred to me that he could look like a hunk. He’s not very handsome-not in the conventional way, yet there’s something about him that is very attractive. He’s so tall and beautifully built. Plus, he’s well endowed. I have seen men in trunks before. I have gone swimming with friends several times and saw the guys but I never felt a stirring inside me. Flay’s asset is museum quality-and that was just the silhouette.
I gazed out the window and decided to call my boyfriend. Maybe I am just sex deprived these past few weeks. I shrugged the thought. Sex deprived or not, I shouldn’t be feeling this way. That is if I am sane. But when was I sane? I thought amusedly.
At 7 that evening, Mrs. Finlayson phoned and said she’s attending a late night dinner with friends. Flay ordered some Chinese food for dinner. I called my parents to say that I’d be home late. Anyway, I live on the next block, so that won’t be any issue. After dinner, I bathe Jasmine and helped her put on her favourite pink Oriental-inspired nightdress. Very cute indeed.
I read stories for the little girl. Her favourite is the Frog Prince. I hated the story as a kid-I hated fairy tales in general, just because they seemed force to have a happy ending. That’s just me though. Swallowing my personal notions, I read the book as nicely as I could. I must have been really good because in no time, she was asleep. I gave her a light peck on the cheek, lowered the lights, and got out.
I entered the guest room I was given as a place to sleep. I lay on the four poster bed and sighed. Everything in this room is perfect-from the bed to the high ceiling to the lavender decor. It’s one of the most relaxing rooms in this house, and my favourite too. When the Finlaysons toured me around and asked me to pick a room, I did not wait for a second and picked this one. I stretched on the bed and allowed myself to be surrounded by cushy pillows.
Just when I was starting to doze off, I heard the door being opened. Thinking it was Jasmine looking for me, I sprung up. When the door completely opened, there was no Jasmine. It was Flay standing at the portal.
“Hi there. Tired?”
“No. I’m just sleepy.” I said. Goosebumps started to form on my arms as I realized I have never taken my eyes off him ever since he entered the room.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me. You’re pretty bold. Aren’t you?” He said as he walked towards me.
I shook my head as a reflex. There was something in his aura that both excited and scared me. I backed away, knowing that men love it when women play a bit hard to get. He moved closer and closer until we were only merely inches apart. He held me by the waist and rubbed me there a bit too sensually. The smell of his skin-which was a combo of Irish Spring, man skin, and light spicy after shave tickled my nostrils. God, he smells delish. Clean and all man. I moved backwards and find out that I was already pinned on the wall. I’m dead meat.
I looked at him even closer now, thinking that whether he takes me by force or is simply toying with me, at least I have his undivided attention. I took note of his silky neck and the fact that he’s even better looking up close. Make noisy love to me. I wished over and over.
Just then, he fingered the waistband of my skirt and looked deep into my eyes. “Would you like to touch it?” He said as he rubbed himself against my body. I shivered and without hesitation, I ground my belly all around his now bulging manhood. He’s so big. I could feel all of him now and my desire intensified. “Would you let me?” I asked, before he changed his mind. I was all nerve and wanting, my panties feeling the first bout of wetness. I closed my eyes and imagine him trailing his tongue on my body. I moaned at the thought. Upon hearing that, he smiled at me amusedly. “You’re not only bold. You are also loud.”
My right hand found the front of his pants. I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed, my mind filled with oh so naughty thoughts. He took my hand and pressed it against him even harder. We made circles and rubbed repeatedly until a groan came from deep in his throat. I traced one finger on Flay’s collar bone and went up to find his pulse. It was going wildly indeed.
I looked at him and put my hands behind his neck. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply.
Not to miss the hint, he slowly dipped his lips to mine. Oh my God. It felt so good to be kissed this way by almost a stranger. His lips teased mine, nibbling, sucking, and licking. All my defences melted away and I parted my lips, ever so slightly. I wanted to think about my boyfriend, to put a stop to all this nonsense. I tried so hard, but I cannot even recall his face that much. All I ever cared about was this-this kiss that is starting to zap away all my strength. His lips were cold, but his velvety tongue felt so hot against mine. I caught it and sucked it and played with it. I couldn’t believe it was about to get better. He tipped my body so I was nearly horizontal and kissed me again. I responded with the way his tongue was moving, kissing him with all the passion I can ever muster. In no time, I was literally breathless.
I caught his shoulders and went back to standing position. He caught my head and this time kissed me even more passionately. We simply cannot get enough of his other. The kiss alone has shot up my arousal to a level I haven’t reached before. I took a deep breath and allowed my hands to roam on his muscular body. He was lean and hard. Any woman would love to have a man like him.
He lifted me so my legs encircled his waist and kissed me even more, his tongue going round and round my lips. He licked my neck and tried so hard to hold on to him, afraid that I might fall. It was heady and intoxicating-our kiss that is. He massages my butt as he tortured my lips again and again. “Flay, I…”
“Ssshhhh. We don’t have that much time.”
With that, he put me down on the floor. I went on to business and unbuttoned his pants ever so slowly. I know we don’t have that much time but this is an unfamiliar territory worthy of a slow exploration. I kissed every inch of skin that I unravelled. What I am seeing is hypnotic. His manhood is bulging and waiting to come out of his navy briefs. He really was well endowed. That, or he just is mighty aroused. I rubbed my nose against his briefs and I shivered. The musky smell of him-the warmth of his skin shot through me like a drug. He smelled awesome-all warm and earthy and manly. He pulled me even closer and I obliged and I licked him through the fabric. Wanting to taste more, I quickly undid the barrier between me and his huge dick.
The sight of it-its head glowing and all shiny got me even more turned on than I already was. I rubbed the whole length with my hands, marvelling at this exciting yet frightening man tool. I cupped the plum looking thingy surrounding it and licked them both. He was gorgeous and surely, I’d be mental if I left here without a taste.
I licked it its silky head, the tip of my tongue doing all the work. I licked it over and over and over and massaged its entire length my hand. I heard him groan and that turned me on even further. Inch by inch, I slid him inside my mouth. I have never actually done this before but I’d be damned if I don’t start doing it now. I sucked him with all my might and let my tongue experience its silky texture. I pulled it out and sucked on the head and slid it all over again. In a fucking motion, I moved it in and out…in and out until Flay was panting with lust. I love every bit of sound he makes. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter down there as I ate him. Oh I could get used to this…
I pulled his pants down to his knees so I could get on to business properly. I rubbed my cheeks along his entire length, loving the way it tickles my skin. I rubbed it along my delicate neck and the flesh exposed by the low neckline of my top. Feeling bolder now, I slowly undid the buttons of my silk blouse. I felt Flay’s cock get harder. Afraid that he’d burst, I stopped.
I stood up seductively by rubbing my body against his and meeting his gaze. He quickly removed the rest of my top as his tongue found my neck. And oh, the goose bumps as his tongue made contact with my skin. I sighed and moaned with every inch of my neck he managed to paint with his velvety tongue. He licked me behind the ears and I shivered beyond my will. With every move, I am mentally going like “Oh my God.” I haven’t been this aroused.
He found my breasts and fondled them like they were the softest thing he had ever felt. I sighed as his one hand massaged my tits while his other hand massaged my butt. I moved my body against his hands and moaned with all the sensations I was feeling. He found the hem of my skirt and lifted it. My thighs ached for his touch. I spread my legs and allowed him to explore me under my skirt. His hand was naughty, rubbing me sensually.
I boldly raise one leg and hooked it on his waist so his hands can go farther. The move made me feel whorish and I loved it. He slid one finger under the leg band of my cutesy bunny panty and I sighed as he fingered my swollen clit. He flicked it back and forth and I moaned as I got even more turned on. His finger was completely inside me now, frolicking on my juices. “You’re so wet, baby. Does this feel good?”
I nodded and kissed him thoroughly as he fucked me with his huge finger. I moaned as it rubbed against my most sensitive spots. I felt myself getting slicker and slicker. It was too much to bear. “Fuck me Flay. Fuck me now!”
“Sshhhhh.” He put another inside me and went back to business. I bit his shoulders as the sensations started to intensify. Quickly, he kneeled and removed my underwear. His fingers were replaced with his mouth. I gasped as his tongue finally made contact with my hungry pussy. He used the tip of his tongue to explore my womanly folds. Slowly, slowly he licked me, using slow circles until they focused on my clit. I spread my legs even more and I felt Flay breathe deeper, as if smelling me. He sucked my kitty lips and I held on to his shoulders, desperate for more. He licked me again and again, faster this time and I moved my hips to his rhythm. I got so caught up in his movement that I was a bit disappointed when he stopped. He stood up and sucked my breasts this time, his mouth making tiny suckling noises as he focus on my nipples which have hardened into buds.
He took my hand and led me on the bed. I lay there, with my blouse askew and my bra almost on my waist. My skirt was a mess but I didn’t care. I felt oh so wanton. He went on top of me and removed the rest of my clothing. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered as he ran his hands on my thighs. He looked at me intensely as his cock entered my cunt. He entered me slowly, torturing me centimetre by centimetre. I bucked my hips to meet him, encouraging him to enter me with force. I wanted to feel all of him. Still not taking the hint, I encircled his waist with my legs and pushed him deeper and deeper. I moaned because he’s so big and I am so filled. It felt sooo good.
He moved his hips back and forth as his cock moved in and out of my cunt. His rhythm was the most delicious thing ever. “Damn it Flay! I want you so badly.”
“Really? Then come and get me.” With that, he rocked me with so much intensity that I thought I’d scream. I bit my lips as he fucked me, enjoying his faster rhythm. He went faster and faster until I felt him grip me even tighter. “I’m coming!” He pulled his dick almost completely and drove it without resistance inside me. I felt my belly tighten, my toes tightening with the anticipation of my own orgasm. I gripped his shoulders. “Now, baby. Now!” With that, he came blazing hot and fast inside me. My eyes instantly filled with satisfaction. Finally. I thought.
I must admit that that encounter proved to be very erotic indeed. I am not that adventurous sexually. In fact, I am naturally shy by nature. But then, I guess Flay simply brought out the wanton in me. Our meetings became even more intense and hair-raising. Soon enough, I lost interest in my boyfriend. Days passed when all I can ever think about was Flay. Flay and his huge dick.
Flay left for the University a couple of days ago. I didn’t have any expectations. I know I am not in love with him. It was just the sex that did it for me. I figured I must be lonely or anything close to that. I am not. Life goes on. Besides, Flay taught me a whole new meaning of physicality. That’s enough for me.
I had no idea that it was about to get better for me. A week after Flay left, his father arrived from a 10-day long convention in Mexico. Mr. Finlayson looked better with the tan. While I never thought of him as someone who’s really drop dead handsome, I have never seen him look this good. The day he arrived, it was raining badly and so Mrs. Finlayson and her assistant decided to stay at their office and go home in the morning. Sometimes, I wonder what’s going on between the two. They never part. I know it sounds malicious, but still… they might be hitting it off.
Anyway, I stayed most of the time at Jasmine’s room then, basically because it was the first time that I was left alone with Mr. Finlayson. I played with Jasmine until she fell asleep and decided that I’ll go home tomorrow. Anyway, I do have a room here and I have plenty of clothes there, specifically for instances like this. I walked out of Jasmine’s room and headed for the library, which was near Mr. Finlayson’s office. It was dark. Maybe he’s asleep.
I turned on the lights and smiled. This room is phenomenal. It was done is shades of gray, with hardwood shelves that are pinned against the wall, with a movable wooden ladder so one can reach the upper shelves with ease. One side of the room was curved, giving it a very unique look. It’s like being hugged by thousands of hardbound books, the bulk of which are four times my age. I focused on the entire shelf of books on popular psychology-which is my favourite. I used the wooden ladder to reach all my beloved volumes and almost jumped instantly when I heard the door open. “I had no idea someone uses this library other than me.”
“Mr. Finlayson. I…I love to read. I happen to enjoy being here. I hope you don’t mind.” I stammered.
“Not at all. Read whatever you like. It’s just that for years, I was the only one who lives here who seems to really like books.” He went on. “ I like women who read.”
I continued to gaze at the books, but then my knees were actually trembling. I have to leave now.
I spun slowly and was shocked that Mr. Finlayson’s face is just mere a hair strand away from my-you know. “I…Whoa!” I lost my balance and thought I would fall flat face on the floor. Mr. Finlayson held me and brought my thighs closer to his face. “Mr. Finlayson… I don’t think we…”
I stopped in midsentence as he breathed me in. I tingled all over. Oh but that felt wicked. Boldly, I spread my legs and pushed his face against me. I was wearing purple leggings then and his deep intake of breath felt really, really swell through the thin fabric. His hands found my butt and he kneaded them as if it was play dough. Right then and there, I figured I don’t want to stop this. I moved my hips seductively against his face, like I was dancing. I moaned like a cat as his nose rubbed my clit through the cloth. “Take it off Mr. Finlayson. Please take it off.” I cooed him and begged him in my sweetest voice. He slowly pulled the leggings down, my underwear with it. I was freshly waxed and stood there with my pussy bare. He sighed and murmured something and stared at my hairless cunt reverently. I made a small gesture of trying to cover my self up, just to play coy. But he quickly shook his head and begged me with his eyes to remove my hands. That I did. And then, my favourite part — he started licking me very slowly. I moaned and cooed him by slightly moving my hips to his rhythm. He parted my kitty lips and blew some warm air. With the tip of his tongue, he licked the walls of my pink pussy. I moaned loudly. “Oh Mr. Finlayson, that feels so good.” I moaned again. “Oh, don’t stop please…don’t stop.” He rubbed up and down my thighs as he blew some air on my cunt, making me feel and warm and tingly. I gripped his head and shamelessly pushed him against me even deeper. His tongue found my clit and teased it with the velvety tip. I bucked my self against his mouth and my moans became even louder. As he continued to lick me, my whole body tensed and in seconds, my juices came out of my cunt-all warm and slick. His licks became faster this time and as I came again, he tasted every bit of me and I shivered.
That very second, the library door opened. I could have died then. It was Kendall, Mrs. Finlayson’s assistant. “I thought I’d find you here.” She said.
“Where is she?” Mr. Finlayson asked.
Kendall laughed. “The clients are keeping her busy. Now back to business.”
I stared at the two of them in surprise. What the hell is going on? Mr. Finlayson continued his feasting so I lost all sense. I closed my eyes and moaned again. I felt Kendall watching us and for some weird reason, that turned me on so much that I moved my body against Mr. Finlayson’s mouth just for show-so that Kendall would see more of me. Mr. Finlayson stopped what he’s doing and carried me until we reached the large mahogany office table. He settled me there. What happened then made the whole thing even headier. The two of then were immediately kissing torridly in front of me. It was then that it dawned on me that Kendall and Mrs. Finlayson are not hitting it off. It’s because she was obviously smitten with the male Finlayson.
Mr. Finlayson undressed her quickly and I cannot help but gaze at her womanly body. Her breasts were ample but still very firm, she has a tiny waist, and a curvaceous hip that make you want to squeeze just to see if it’s real. I never paid too much attention to Kendall before, simply because she seemed a little to conservative. Now I understand that the conservative clothes in dull colours are merely cover ups for this truly wanton bombshell.
Kendall undressed Mr. Finlayson just as quickly and it was the surprise of a lifetime. He is naturally gifted, if you know what I mean. His shoulders are strong and well built and his legs and thighs are muscular-just like a not-so young Hercules. However, his dick was the real show stopper. It would give PVC pipes one hell of a competition. It was huge and thick and rock hard. It stood like a proud arrow and made me swallow real hard. How on earth will that thing fit inside her?
Kendall walked towards me and pushed me to lie on the table. She spread my legs so wide and started kissing my thighs. God, it felt amazing. Her tongue is the best thing my skin has ever come in contact with and I moaned and moaned as she planted light feathery kisses in between lickings.
Her tongue found my pussy and once again, I was given some oral sex so well, I thought I’d fall off the table. Her tongue licked my cunt deliciously, like a cat licking cream. Her tongue was gentler but I must say that it was a lot better than Flay and Mr. Finlayson combined. From what I can see, Mr. Finlayson moved behind Kendall and massaged her breasts sensually, his other hand fingering her pussy. She was moaning and moaning all the while trying to pleasure me. “Faster Grant, faster!” she said as his fingers came in and out of her. He pinched her nipples and inserted another finger inside her. Kendall was trashing her head already and I could sense her coming. She continued licking my clit and moaned against my pussy.
She made a sound like an animal in pain as Grant Finlayson entered her from behind. He held her waist as he fucked her, her breasts swinging from the movement. With one hand, she gripped the edge of the table and with the other, finger fucked me. Her rhythm was slow at first, mimicking the rhythm of Grant’s thrusts. As Mr. Finlayson’s cock moved in and out of her, she increased her pace and inserted another finger inside me. I was moaning like crazy, my entire body hot and feverish.
Kendall trashed her head as the pace quickened tremendously. Grant must have felt her about to orgasm and quickly pulled his cock out. Kendall looked a bit pained and moved to pay attention on my breasts. She sucked each one as she caressed my neck lovingly. I felt something rock hard probe at my entrance and I realized amidst the sucking and the licking that it was Mr. Finlayson. I moaned at he entered me-he was indeed so thick and big. I felt was being torn apart. I didn’t care though-it felt so damned good.
He moved in and out of me and I felt like my insides were melting. I moved my hips to meet his thrusts and I still couldn’t get enough. I wrapped my legs around his waist to take him all in and as he drove swiftly, I screamed with the pleasure of it all. I reached out and inserted my finger on Kendall’s pussy. She’s so wet and hot and slick and I had a sudden urge to taste her as well. I adjusted my body so my mouth is only a few inches away from Kendall’s womanly kitty lips. She tasted like toasted rice-earthy and all nutty. It was the first time I have tasted a femme and I have no regrets. She tastes amazing.
I plunged my tongue inside her intimate mauve folds and explored her like a new kind of exotic fruit. I licked her gently, putting all the pressure of my tongue on her clit. I can sense my own orgasm coming and as Grant moved in and out of me, I moved to his rhythm. I quickened my licks on Kendall’s pussy now and she twisted her body, begging for more. As I licked her, I felt her thighs stiffen. A little more please, I thought.
Grant groaned and held my waist even tighter. “I’m coming!” He pulled himself and came all over my tummy. Kendall bent down and licked all of Grant’s secretions and with the slickness of it all, my orgasm came like no other. I intensified my hold on Kendall and she screamed while she came with my fingers still inside. Grant kissed her as her body shook-my hand the only thing between them.