Breeding with the Reluctant Babysitter: The Trilogy (4 page)

The finger and thumb on each of
Mr. Warren’s hands lightly pinched my nipples and before I could
stop it, my traitor-body pushed my breasts even harder into his
hands before I pulled away. Matt was always so gentle he had never
pinched my nipples, I was amazed at how fantastic it felt. That
didn’t change the fact that I was supposed to be saving my body for
my boyfriend and I blushed again at my responses to Mr. Warren’s
manipulations.

It wasn’t long before his hands
were back on my perky teen tits, squeezing and pinching, exploring
my formerly exclusive peaks to his heart’s content. Suddenly his
left hand left my breast and slid upwards again, over my neck until
he had a grasp around my jaw. Gently at first, but with increasing
pressure, he pushed my head until it turned sideways and then
pressed the bulge in his pants against my cheek.

I tried to pull my head away,
but he was just too strong and after a moment I stopped struggling.
I couldn’t stop my mind from fixating on the throbbing shaft being
rubbed against my face. It felt so big and hot behind that zip, I
wondered if he was going to dry hump my cheek until he came. Matt
had cum in his pants the first time I lay my hand on his
still-clothed crotch and I pictured Mr. Warren doing the same.

Oh fuck
I thought to myself
it would be so hot to
feel his cock twitching against me through his pants if he
came
. Just thinking of all that cum, so close, was turning me
on even more. I was so confused, where had all these feelings come
from? I was a good girl, I’d literally saved myself for Romeo, but
here I was on my knees, halfway out of a slutty schoolgirl outfit
letting this much more experienced man do whatever he wanted with
my body, and I was beginning to love it!

I closed my eyes and
concentrated on the feel of his cock rubbing against my cheek, I
was swept away by the power of my filthy little daydreams and
didn’t even notice when his right hand left my tit. The sound of a
zip being pulled down brought me back to reality though. I tried
again to struggle away from him, but he overpowered me easily again
with just one hand wrapped around my jaw, holding me against his
hip while he fished around inside his pants right in front of
me.

It wasn’t long before he found
what he was looking for and an erection maybe twice the size of
Matt’s was exposed about two inches from my face.

“Please don’t, Mr. Warren! I’ve
only had sex with my boyfriend!”

“Who said anything about sex?
All I’m doing is touching you, Breanna, just like I said. Look how
hard you made me. You couldn’t expect me to keep that in my pants
could you?”

“I… I really made you that
hard?”

“Oh fuck yes, you’re such a sexy
little slut. Let’s just keep going for a while, OK?”

“I… I… OK.”

The battle between my mind and
my body was being well and truly won by my body. My mind was giving
up ground at every skirmish, calling it a tactical retreat but
knowing it was tinged with panic. Mr. Warren had the most
magnificent cock I had ever dared imagine, straight, hard and
thick, throbbing every bit as much as I had thought it would when I
first felt it against my face.

With my reluctant consent
secured he pulled my face towards his cock and resumed rubbing it
against my cheek, gently thrusting as he reached back down to begin
playing with my breasts again. His pulsating rod was leaking
pre-cum freely and smearing it all over me. It wasn’t long before I
was sure the entire side of my face was glistening with it and I
felt the dampness between my legs beginning to soak my white cotton
panties in response.

It was almost torture to be so
turned on but being unable to touch myself. I couldn’t take my
panties off and masturbate, that would
definitely
give Mr.
Warren the wrong idea. This had to stop at groping and no more. I
was sure that when Mr. Warren had felt up my body enough and I made
it home, safe from the threat of prison, I would masturbate to the
memory but for the time being it was all I could do to keep my
fingers off my clit.

Mr. Warren’s hand began to
squeeze harder and suddenly my nipple was gripped in a firm pinch.
I gasped at the conflicting sensations of pleasure and pain but as
the shock of it dulled to a warm glow, the pleasure overrode
everything and I quietly moaned out a ‘Yessss’ into the otherwise
silent room.

The older man took that as free
license to repeatedly pinch my pink tips, alternating between each
side. Every time he did it I gasped and my legs began to shake,
having knelt for so long it was harder to stay still under the
onslaught of pleasure.

I opened my mouth to let out
another moan and, before I could react, Mr. Warren had grasped the
shaft of his erection and slotted it between my parted lips. I spun
around completely so I could push with both hands against his
thighs, trying to get his invading member out of my mouth. I even
tried pushing it out with my tongue, but it only slid over the
slippery head and seemed to excite my employer even more. With his
strong hands, both of them now, on the back of my head I couldn’t
get it out.

I didn’t dare bite, knowing the
consequences, so at last I gave up struggling and let his cock rest
on my tongue. I looked up at him, trying to put every ounce of
desperation I could into my eyes and shook my head in the universal
‘no’ gesture. This caused his cock head to slide from side to side
over my tongue and I tasted his salty pre-cum as he looked down at
me. He didn’t appear to be in the mood for negotiations.

“I’ve got to cum, Breanna. I
suggest you do the best cock sucking you’ve ever done if you don’t
want me to cum inside what I’m sure is a pretty little,
barely-used, pussy.”

My eyes widened at the threat,
this was all going way too far. I tried to think of a way out of
the situation, but with Mr. Warren’s cock in my mouth, pulsating on
my tongue with every beat of his heart, it was impossible to think.
I couldn’t suck him off, could I? It would be such a betrayal to
Matt. On the other hand, this wonderful thick cock was already in
my mouth… it wouldn’t be
that
much more of a betrayal would
it? And besides, it tasted so fucking
good
!

I began to slowly bob up and
down on Mr. Warren’s engorged manhood, feeling the ridge of the
head repeatedly slide over my soft young lips before plunging back
to the hot and wet cushion of my tongue.

“Fuck yeah, that’s perfect, my
little schoolgirl slut. Take your panties off and play with
yourself, I want to feel you moaning right on my cock when you
cum.”

I dismissed my recent notion of
keeping my panties on, the truth was that I needed to get myself
off, I needed it just as badly as Mr. Warren seemed to. Also, I
thought that since I was giving him a blowjob, he wouldn’t need to
fuck me anyway. So, while maintaining my sucking and licking of his
wonderful cock, I reached under my little skirt and pushed my
panties down to my knees.

Mr. Warren grabbed on to my
pigtails with each of his hands and began thrusting into my mouth.
I placed one hand on his thigh to stop him going too deep and began
to stroke my clit with the other. I knew I was wet but when my
fingers made contact between my legs I was astonished at the sheer
volume of pussy juice that must have leaked out of me, I’d never in
my life been so soaked as I was at that moment.

Amazement at my slickness aside,
it was an incredible relief to finally have a finger flicking back
and forth across my most sensitive little bump. It felt so good I
barely even noticed just how hard Mr. Warren was fucking my face,
the intense tingling sensations emanating from my clit almost
completely overwhelmed the discomfort of his thickness hitting the
back of my throat as he pulled my pigtails towards him.

I began to moan louder and
louder as my orgasm approached, just like Mr. Warren had wanted. It
felt so good to have my lips wrapped around such a spectacular cock
and the thought of my moans making him send a load of semen into my
mouth was enough to push me over the edge. My abdominal muscles
flexed in time with my pussy muscles as pulsations of pleasure
rippled through me. More of my natural lubricant leaked out and I
felt it running down my legs as my hand slipped off of Mr. Warren’s
thigh.

I took a deep breath, about to
let it out right on his cock in the form of another orgasmic moan,
but Mr. Warren took his opportunity and thrust forward hard,
pushing the head of his erection into my throat, the very first
hard dick that had ever been that far. My eyes bulged wide, I
couldn’t breathe and I was right in the middle of one of the most
intense climaxes of my life.

I’d never even tried to deep
throat Matt before, I thought there was no way I could do it, but
once the head was in, the rest seemed to slide down without much
trouble. Mr. Warren pulled and pulled on my hair until my lips were
right at the base of his cock and his balls were resting on my
chin. Being forced to hold my breath was doing strange things to my
orgasm, prolonging it, as was the thought of what a little slut I
must look like. What would Matt think if he could see me now? My
Dad? My Friends? I didn’t care anymore, I wanted that cum down my
throat.

When the longest, by far, orgasm
I’d ever had started to fade away, my concern for oxygen grew. Mr.
Warren was still pulling on my hair, forcing his cock as deep into
my face as he could get it, and I was beginning to turn red. My
eyes began to water at the prolonged invasion and just when I
thought I was going to pass out he pulled backwards and his cock
exited my lips with a faint popping sound.

I collapsed on the ground,
gasping for air, and a brownish fog clouded my vision, I was right
on the edge of passing out. I felt Mr. Warren’s strong arms pick me
up as if I weighed no more than a piece of paper and set me down
gently on the bed. I struggled for full consciousness, trying to
make sense of what was happening. Had he cum straight down my
throat without me even noticing? Was it all over?

The brown fog began to clear at
the same moment that I felt Mr. Warren on the bed between my legs.
I wondered what he was doing for a moment, then remembered my
panties weren’t on anymore and weakly tried to push my knees
together. I couldn’t because he was in the way and then I felt him
lean over me and his fat cock pushing at my slit. I was too
breathless to protest much, but I mumbled something about asking
him if he was wearing a condom.

“Yes, angel, I’ve got one
on.”

That was good enough for me
under the circumstances, I relaxed my legs and let him do whatever
he wanted with my pussy. Mr. Warren slipped each of his hands under
my arms and hooked them on my shoulders as if holding me in place
while he pushed forward with his stiff shaft. It was so much bigger
than Matt’s I had my doubts about being able to fit it in, but my
still quivering tunnel was so slick and relaxed from my climax that
there was no discomfort at all, only a wonderful full feeling.

Mr. Warren began fucking me at a
steady pace, while whispering in my ear. His quiet words were so
close and with the background noise of his balls slapping on my ass
the whole experience was unbelievably hot.

“You’ve got such a perfect
little pussy, Breanna, I
had
to fuck it. You like it, don’t
you, you dirty little girl?” he whispered.

“Mmmm… yes,” I couldn’t lie.

On and on he went, telling me
what a little slut I was, fucking me with long hard strokes,
absolutely ruining me for Matt’s cock. How could I go back to him
after this? After knowing how good sex can be with an older man? It
wasn’t long before the hot friction of Mr. Warren’s pounding shaft
brought me to another pulsating, shuddering orgasm and I moaned
like the whore he had made me.

“I’m going to cum inside you,
Breanna, are you ready for it?” he panted.

“Yes… in the condom…”

“I’m not wearing one…
UHhhhhhh!”

I was too deep in the throes of
my own climax to do anything but ride it out as I felt splash after
steaming splash of warm cum coat the inside of my pussy, pumping me
full of his sperm. I could almost sense them in their millions,
already seeking out my fertile womb.

“I’m not on the pill,” I
whispered.

“You’ll probably get pregnant,”
Mr. Warren whispered back, still pumping smaller spurts of his
creamy liquid inside me, not seeming to care.

At last he stopped thrusting
into me and just stayed still on top with his cock buried to the
hilt as we both caught our breath. Eventually he rolled off and lay
beside me.

“How could you do that?” I
asked.

“You loved it.”

“I did not!”

“Oh? I think you’re such a
cum-hungry little slut that you’d like to taste it, even now.”

With that he grasped his still
hard cock and ran his finger and thumb along it from the base to
the tip as if he was getting the last bit of toothpaste out of the
tube. A dollop of thick white semen appeared at the very end and he
scooped it on to his finger. Without any further warning he smeared
his sex juices on my bottom lip.

“If you loved it, I think you’ll
stick your tongue out for a taste of that cum.”

I pursed my lips together,
wanting to prove him wrong, wanting to prove to myself that I was
still a good girl… I stuck out my tongue and dragged his wonderful
salty sperm into my mouth.

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Breeding with the
Reluctant Babysitter 3

It’s funny the influence your
big sister can have on you. If anybody else had suggested such an
outlandish course of action, even my parents, I would have told
them to take a long walk off a short pier. My big sister was always
kind of my idol though. Sara Mounce, all the guys wanted her and
all the girls wanted the guys that wanted her. She had the world at
her feet, probably trying to look up her skirt.