The Babysitter’s First Time, #2

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I can’t stop thinking about my married boss pushing into my mouth and down my throat…and I want more. He’s offered to pay me lots of money to pop me open for the first time and use me hard, and I need the money. It’s so wrong, so why can’t I stop thinking about it?

His wife is leaving for the afternoon. If he rubs my tight slit, I’m not sure I can resist….

And I’m not sure I want to.

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All week, I thought about Joel licking my wet pussy, about the way he had pushed his cock into my mouth and given me my very first taste of come. I was hornier than I’d ever been that week—rather than extinguishing my desire, the orgasm he’d given me only made me want more.

I wanted him to shove his cock inside of me, pop open my virgin pussy, pound me. I wanted to feel him stretching me open around his huge rod, wanted him to make me his.

Every time I ate a meal at Joel and Dana’s kitchen table, I remembered him hoisting me up there, staring at my exposed pink slit. My heart beat faster just being in that room.

Joel, of course, acted as though nothing had happened. He addressed me politely and professionally, though every once in a while I caught a glimpse of something dark and lustful in his eyes when his wife’s back was turned. And Dana, I knew, suspected nothing.

At night, I heard them fucking from the next room three other times, as I had my first night in their house. They made no effort to disguise their moans and grunts and sighs of pleasure, and I no longer felt bad about touching myself along with their rhythm. It became a near-nightly ritual, and I was disappointed when I didn’t hear them.

But I longed for it to be me that Joel spread out on that bed and thrust inside of. Since our first session, he hadn’t again mentioned wanting to fuck me, to take my virginity. I hadn’t dared bring it up, even when we were alone. I hoped I had been good enough for him, that he had enjoyed feeding me his cock.

Because I sure as fuck loved taking it. I almost didn’t want to admit to him how much I had liked it. If he knew, maybe he would no longer want to pay me for my services. But the secret truth was, as much as I needed the money, I had loved playing with Joel’s cock, loved having him rub it up and down the valley between my lubricated breasts. The truth was, I would’ve fucked him for free.

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The Babysitter’s First Time, #1 (Virgin, older man younger woman, cheating husband, oral sex)

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On my first night as a live-in babysitter, I overheard my bosses, Joel and Dana, talking dirty and getting off together, and touched myself—imagining it was me, daydreaming about my own sexy first time. But I got carried away and they heard me.

Now Joel is offering me money to do to me what he does to his wife. I want him to spread me open and lick me while I suck him…but he’s married. And I’ve never done this before.

It’s so wrong….But I’m not sure I can resist.

 

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Through my new bedroom wall, I heard faint moans, like someone trying to be quiet. Then giggles.

I crept silently toward the wall, grabbing a water glass off the desk, and pressed the glass against the wall, my ear against the glass, to amplify the sounds.

I was almost sure of it now: my new bosses, Joel and Dana, were having sex in the next room. It was only my first night in their house as their live-in babysitter, and already I was overhearing them having sex.

The girlish moans got louder, and then I heard Joel’s “Shh!” But a moment later the moans started up again, and then a rhythmic thumping. I felt myself get wet imagining what was going on in the next room. I could picture his strong thighs in front of her body, her legs open to him as he pumped into her.

What would his cock look like? Huge, I was sure. Meaty and thick, nice and hard. Just like the guys in the porn I’d accidentally caught sight of the year before. I’d never seen a real cock, but I was desperately curious what it would feel like inside of me, and so horny I could hardly stand it.

Without even realizing I was doing it at first, I reached down with my free hand and pushed inside the waistband of my silk pajama pants. Down into my lace panties, down, down, down, until I felt the warm wetness I was expecting. Ooh, my finger felt good against my throbbing, engorged clit. The skin there was so sensitive right now, and I made myself shudder by rubbing myself too firmly.

“You like that, you little slut?” I heard Joel say.

“Yes, yes,” Dana moaned. “Fuck me!”

The walls were paper-thin, I realized now. I didn’t even need the glass anymore. I set it down and used my other hand, the one not occupied in my panties, to rub my breasts, first on the outside of my sheer babydoll top, feeling my nipples through the thin fabric, and then pulling the satin ribbon that held the top together and allowing my breasts to free themselves. My nipples felt soft at first, pliable, but as I rubbed them they hardened beneath my fingers.

I had large breasts that had always attracted a lot of attention; in fact, I suspected they were part of what had landed me this job. I grabbed a handful of them now, squeezing as I rubbed more feverishly at the nub of my clit. My hand was getting drenched in my own juices.

Thump, thump, thump, came the sounds from the next room. My pussy felt as though it were stretching itself open to accommodate Joel, and I suddenly wished he were there with me, instead of in the next room with his wife. What would it feel like?

Stop it!, I told myself. That was no way to think about my employer. If I was going to get through this summer, I would have to be professional.

But I couldn’t ignore the moans, louder, more frenzied. I could hear his balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her—that’s how thin the walls were.

I crouched down, my back resting against the wall and legs spread open, so that I could push inside of my pussy with one finger. I couldn’t fit two—my hymen was still intact, after all; I had to be careful enough with one not to pop it open.

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Preview: Slave to the Boss, #3 (Rough play, exhibitionism, humiliation, crowd watching)

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She’s young, fun, and…up for anything.

Angelie loves having her tight young body spread open by her boss’s new clients. But this time, what her boss is asking is more intimidating, more humiliating, and more exposing than ever before. This client wants to be watched…by all her coworkers, who remain fully clothed while she gets used hard and filled up unprotected.

Can she handle it? Or has her boss finally gone too far?

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I’d been at my new job only a week, but already I had been spread open and fucked hard by my boss against the huge floor-to-ceiling conference room window, by a potential client on the conference table and in front of the window, and in the following days by several other potential clients Peter had hoped to tempt into signing with his firm. (As far as I knew, it seemed to work.)
I loved the feeling of my pussy being stretched wide by strangers’ cocks, being rammed into hard and rough, brought to orgasm by new cocks, then filled or sprayed with these men’s come. I loved that Peter, my boss, was in control of my body, not me. It gave me such a thrill to allow myself to be used for his benefit.
Though I got plenty out of the deal too. I was no longer going to bars in the evenings, hoping to entice men back to my apartment; now I was getting as much sex as I wanted during the work day. And getting paid for it to boot. I couldn’t have been happier. And somehow, in only a few days on the job, this work had started to feel normal to me.
Yet still I was unprepared for the surprise Peter had in store for me one week in. It was a Wednesday, a day like any other. When I arrived in the morning, I went straight to Peter’s office, and Peter looked me up and down, as he did each morning, deciding whether my outfit would work to arouse the client he was meeting with that day. Each day he’d approved of my outfit, but that day he just frowned at me.
“Do you have anything else with you to change into?” he asked, looking me up and down.
“No,” I said in surprise. “Is there a problem?”
Peter came out from behind his desk and approached me. He ran his hands over the fabric of my shirt, turned me around to examine me from the back, pulled my skirt up to see the panties I had on and my shirt collar down to see my bra.
“This won’t do,” he decided. “This won’t do at all.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, shocked. I thought I looked nice and professional, which is usually what he wanted. “What can I do to make this right?” I wondered briefly if he would fire me, but surely this particular position wasn’t as easy to fill as, say, an actual assistant position? Then I remembered how many places I’d applied before getting offered this job. There were bound to be other young women out there just as desperate for a job as I’d been. And just as horny, just as slutty, just as willing. …
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Preview: Slave to the Boss, #2 (Rough play, exhibitionism, fertile, CMNF, dominant man)

 

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She’ll do whatever it takes to please her new boss.

The firm is trying to land new clients—and Angelie is the bait. Though she’s still sore from her boss using her hard the night before, she’s happy to bend over and take it from her boss’s potential client too, a strong, sexy man who makes her hot and wet right away. It’s the middle of the work day and who knows how many people could see her through the wide-open window, but being exposed and humiliated is all part of the fun.

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Remembering the feel of the glass window pressed up against my breasts as my new boss’s cock plunged in and out of me, I took a deep breath and entered the revolving door into the office building.

The lobby wasn’t nearly as busy as it had been when I’d arrived the previous evening to see Peter, but a few people were milling about. I shot them nervous glances, as though they could possibly know what I was here to do.

But of course, there was no way they knew. Even if they’d caught a glimpse of me fucking my new boss the night before, naked body on display against the window for all to see, there was no way they could tell from so far away that it was me.

Now that I thought about it, in fact, the idea that someone in this lobby might’ve seen me having sex gave me a secret thrill. My pussy pulsed as I made my way toward the elevators. A security guard glanced at me. Had he seen? A woman getting off the elevator brushed past me. Had she seen? A couple of businessmen looked up as I walked by, their conversation about stock prices not slowing. Had they watched me together from the street as they’d left the office the day before, tired after a long day’s work but ready to stick around once they’d realized what was going on?

The elevator chimed its arrival, and I stepped on, alone. The doors shut again and I was enclosed in this steel box with mirrors on every side. I could see myself in the pristine reflection going on for twenty or thirty Angelies before I disappeared into infinity. With one finger, I reached over and put a thumbprint on one mirrored wall where my pussy was, then two fingerprints over my breasts, and smiled.

It took such a long time to get all the way up to the floor Millman Enterprises was on, the thirty-third. I’d worn a skirt today, expecting that Peter might want easy access to my body, and now I reached up under the skirt, pushed my thong aside, and felt my warm opening. I was already wet. Just the thought of yesterday had started up my engine, and the idea of what might be still to come today kept it going.

Just as I began to push a finger inside of myself, the elevator chimed. I quickly pulled my finger back and smoothed my skirt with the dry hand as the doors opened and a man in his thirties with wavy light brown hair entered. He wore a perfectly tailored suit and was stunningly attractive, and between that and the way he carried himself, I thought he looked wealthy and important. He gave me a sly smile, and I wondered if he smelled sex. But I just smiled back.…

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