When I became a live-in babysitter, I never thought I’d end up here…spread open on the living room rug while my married boss takes control of my body for pay. I definitely never expected that his wife would catch us in the act.
But most of all, I never expected her reaction.
My most dangerous risk, my most intimate moment…led to my most intense, toe-curling, heart-pounding pleasure.
I couldn’t get out of bed the next morning. I just lay there and thought about the previous afternoon, when Joel and I had had the house all to ourselves and he had taken my virginity in his own marital bed. I remembered the way he’d gotten me nice and wet, licking me and sucking my clit and making me beg for his cock, before finally pushing it inside of me, popping me open, and fucking me raw.
God, it had felt so good. So primal, animal. I’d felt like my entire body had been reduced to a gaping wet hole and two breasts, all for him. Now, lying in bed with only a thin wall separating my bedroom from where he probably still lay in bed with his wife, I reached a tentative hand down to my pussy. Wet again. I was insatiable these days. My pussy felt sore and stretched, but it made me smile in satisfaction. I no longer had the thin skin protecting my opening. Now I was truly open for business—from Joel, from my own hungry fingers, from the college guys I’d soon meet. It felt like a whole new world was opening up to me.
In the next room, I heard the low murmur of voices. Joel and Dana hadn’t had sex the night before, as they had so many of the other nights this past week that I’d been staying with them as their live-in babysitter. I knew because I’d heard them every time they had. Instead, last night, I had heard Dana’s giggles, then Joel’s voice telling her he was too tired, not in the mood.
Because of me, I knew.
Now, I heard her ask sleepily, “What time is it?”
“Nine o’clock,” came Joel’s lower tone. Hearing his voice made electricity shoot through my body, straight into my clit.
“I can’t believe Alice hasn’t come to wake us up yet,” Dana said.
“She’s off her game,” he agreed.
It was true: Joel and Dana’s four-year-old daughter was not good at patience, and almost every morning I’d been there she’d woken them up before their weekday alarms had at 6:45.
I was glad it was Sunday. Sundays meant my duties with Alice were light, a shared load with Joel and Dana, unlike on the weekdays while they were at work. Today I was free to spend most of the day daydreaming, remembering, wondering when I’d get Joel’s cock again.
A memory flashed onto my closed eyelids like watching a video: Joel, on top of me on his bed, his body pressing into mine, his cock positioned at the opening to my pussy. The moment when he’d popped me open. He’d hesitated, pushed, waited for me to confirm I wanted him to keep going, and then he’d pushed again and popped through, breaking my hymen and penetrating me in a single breathtaking moment….
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