- 15
- Apr
Cum drips from young blondes face after getting splashed with a facial
Well-hung guy takes his virgin babysitter.
Being a bartender usually means I get to have some fun flirt with the hot barely-dressed girls and once in a while get one of the cocktail waitresses to crawl under the bar and suck me off while I m mixing drinks. I like my job even though I have to put up with the bullshit once in a while from drunk guys who resent it when I hit on their dates or from the dumbass boyfriends of the cocktail girls who found out their slut girlfriends polished my rod while a few hundred people watched.
I m not the most attractive guy in the world I know. I stand about five-ten and I m fairly skinny at a hundred and seventy pounds. I have short black hair acne scars on my cheeks and pale skin where it isn t covered by tattoos. I ve got full sleeves of work on both arms and a pretty extensive back piece I m always working on that depicts a highly detailed serpent wrapped around a sword. My tats sometimes intimidate other people because they re so prominent.
So why is that I get so much pussy? I m a freakin tripod that s why and I ve got the confidence to match. My dick measures eleven inches long when hard and nearly half as long soft. It s not all that thick which the girls appreciate since it doesn t make their mouths stretch. All the cocktail waitresses know of my python either through personal experience or rumor and so do many of the hotties who come to the bar. Plus I wear tight jeans so that my bulge is pretty obvious. Girls stare at my schlong all the time and I sure as hell don t mind the attention.
I always keep my relationships casual. It s all about the sex and most of the time the girls have no problem with that. Still once in a while I get some girl – especially the teenagers who come in with their fake IDs – thinking they re in love with me because I gave them the best fuck of their lives. I ve popped a few such girls which is always fun but they invariably get starry-eyed and hang around waiting for me after work. It s always a scene when I turn them down.
Hell one girl even brought her mother to the bar the night after I popped the little slut s cherry telling Mom that I was the guy she was gonna spend her life with. I just gave the stupid bitch a look and flashed my wedding band. She cried right there in the club and her mother told me I was a bastard who was going to rot in hell. Like I haven t heard that before.
Yeah I m married and I m pretty sure my wife Misty knows I fuck around on her. But she ll never say or do anything about it since I make sixty grand a year take-home and pay for her car and clothes. My wife was a white trash gold digger when we met and I knew it. That s why she fucked me like a whore until I popped the question.
I married Misty because I wanted someone to keep my house clean and because my mother had been pressuring me into giving her grandchildren. Misty despite being a trashy bitch was clean healthy and pretty and she got along great with my mother. She was looking for someone to take her away from an abusive home life. When we met she was nineteen and I was twenty-six and she never figured she d do better than marry a bartender.
Misty and I have a pretty convenient relationship. I treat her right and buy her what she wants – within reason – and give her an allowance on a debit card. She doesn t have to worry about any bills. In return she keeps the house neat and tidy and gives me the money she makes waiting tables. It s only about four hundred bucks a week but for the past five years I ve been putting that money in a private account and investing it through a broker.
I figure eventually I ll divorce Misty sell the house and give her half the equity let her keep the kids and take off for Amsterdam. I ll spend the rest of my days living off the dividends of my investments smoking out and banging the hell out of hot young European sluts.
But that s still a while away.
Anyway . . . oh right the babysitter.
Misty and I have two kids Nathan (named after me Nathan is my middle name) and Donna (named after Misty s favorite Baywatch girl). At the time they were sixteen and three months old respectively. I gotta admit that the little tykes were pretty cute even if they sometimes made too much noise and bothered me when I came home from work. They were primarily Misty s responsibility she was the wife and mother so it was her duty to change them and bathe them and all that crap.
Still since my wife worked four nights a week that meant we had to hire a babysitter now and then. Mom came over a couple nights to watch her grandchildren usually on Fridays and Saturdays but on Wednesdays and Thursdays I shelled out thirty bucks for our babysitter Amanda.
Now Amanda was a nice little piece of ass. Voluptuous and sexily compact with curly long blonde hair a cute little dimpled face hefty 36Cs and matching hips she was a serious wet dream. She had the kind of full soft lips that were obviously intended for sucking dick. She stood all of five feet tall and weighed about one-twenty.
Amanda was seventeen when she first started babysitting for us and that fact was the only thing that kept me from introducing her to Mr. Longandhard. Hey I ll poke any chick that gets close enough but I do have my scruples.
Our babysitter was pretty quiet and very demure which posed another barrier to getting in her pants. Plus she came from a conservative Christian family and always seemed intimidated around me because of my tats. Or maybe it was because she could somehow tell I wanted to bone her ten ways till Tuesday.
Anyway she always made sure that she was never alone with me. Maybe she was afraid I d rape her I don t know. I m not above forcing a girl now and then to give it up but only if they re cockteasers. But cute little Amanda wasn t a tease. Hell I was pretty sure despite how hot she was that she was a virgin.
That just made me want to fuck her even more.
Amanda turned eighteen about seven months after she started watching the kids and being my confident lecherous self I figured that it was only a matter of time before I got to find out if she was a true blonde like I suspected. I just had to find a way to get her alone for a couple of hours.
On this particular Wednesday night I d gotten into it with a guy named Derek who came into the bar with the intention of kicking my ass. He had heard that his girlfriend Letty (a hot little Hispanic beauty who cocktailed on the weekends) had showed off her talent for deep throat by taking my snake all the way down right there in the bar as our patrons cheered and proved that she was a swallower. Stupid asshole. Does he get mad at his girlfriend for being a cocksucking slut? No he comes after the guy she blew.
Well I beat the fuck out of the little shit right there in the bar and my manager Ross decided to send me home to avoid further trouble. Fine with me. Letty s little punk boyfriend had pissed me off to the point where I didn t feel like being around people. I figured I d head home take a shower change my clothes and call up one of my girls. I needed to vent my frustrations and while turning Derek s nose to hamburger had been satisfying what I really needed was pussy.
And then I pulled up before the house and saw Amanda s car in the driveway. I had been so melancholy that I had forgotten it was Wednesday. I suddenly grinned. It was a little after eight o clock Misty wouldn t be home for another two hours at the least and the kids would be in bed . . . hmm . . . oh yeah.
I switched off the lights turned the car into the driveway beside Amanda s and parked quietly. I noticed a crappy little sports car parked along the curb and music coming from the house. Not real loud but loud enough that it masked the sound of my car s engine. I narrowed my eyes. I had told Amanda that she was not to have friends over while she was babysitting.
But I wasn t mad. In fact I realized that here was an opportunity to coerce Amanda into doing what I wanted.
I headed around to the side door beside the garage instead of going through the front. Carefully quietly I unlocked the door stepped in closed it behind me. I padded to the door from the garage that opened into the kitchen and opened it just a crack. The music became a little louder. There was no one in the kitchen.
I paused listening. I heard some faint kissing sounds coming from the direction of the living room around the corner from the kitchen doorway some fifteen feet ahead of me. I chuckled softly. Amanda s got a guy over. Now I really had some leverage. I knew from conversations with Misty (Amanda and my wife talked a lot since they were only about five years apart in age) that Amanda s parents were serious Bible-thumpers who expected their little girl to stay chaste and pure until her wedding night.
Well little Amanda sure as hell won t be pure by the time I m done with her.
Wait . . . wait Joey I heard Amanda s pleading voice. Don t go so fast.
I inched to the doorway and slowly peered around. What I saw made me catch my breath. Amanda lay back upon the big couch in the living room in profile to me. Her little yellow top was off laying on the couch her firm round braless tits completely exposed. She had soft lightly-tanned skin and her tits literally floated on her chest. Her nipples were bright pink and stiff sticking up toward the ceiling. She had a soft belly with just a little rise to it.
Between her legs working her panties down her voluptuous somewhat muscular thighs was a boy about her age shirt off clad in jeans. He gave her an excited smile as the thick bush of wheat-colored pubes was revealed between her legs.
Oh baby he said in awe staring at her revealed cunt. I had to envy his view. He tugged her panties all the way off touched her well-toned thighs. He pushed her legs apart.
Joey wait Amanda said again sitting up and grabbing his hands. I loved the way her firm C-cups swayed. She gave her boyfriend a pleading look.
Joey tore his eyes from Amanda s pubic thatch and gave her a confused look. What? What am I doing wrong? I thought you wanted this babe.
Amanda looked apologetic and confused. I-I m just not comfortable she said. I mean th-this is Mr. Dalton s house.
Joey frowned. Well you said you didn t wanna do it in the car and we sure can t do it at your folks house—
I know I know she said then huffed. I-I just . . . . she suddenly covered herself up self-consciously wrapping her arms around her generous tits and crossing her legs. She stared at the floor.
Her boyfriend sighed in frustration and lurched to his feet. I almost laughed when I saw the tent in his jeans. Poor Joey. All worked up and no place to cum.
Why are you teasing me lie this? he asked in exasperation. I mean we ve been dating for like two months! And you keep telling me you think you re ready then you back off then you think you re ready again and . . . it s driving me crazy babe!
Amanda looked pained. Fuck was she hot just sitting there naked with her jeans and panties laying on the floor wearing nothing but little white ankle socks. My dick was getting hard snaking down my left pant leg.
Look it s not easy for me she said in a little voice.
And it s easy for me? cried Joey.
She snapped her head up. Shh Joey! Don t wake the babies up!
Joey groaned staring at the ceiling as he tried to control himself. He finally looked back down at her admiring her body. He forced a smile.
Okay he said trying to sound endearing. If you don t wanna go all the way then . . . maybe you could try sucking it again.
Amanda looked pained. She grimaced. Joey you know I m not comfortable doing that she said.
Joey held back a frustrated sigh. Why not? I mean you always lick it a little when you jack me off.
Her shoulders sagged. Do you have to say it like that?
He rolled his eyes. He was getting close to wits end. Say it like what? Isn t that what you do? Jack me off? he breathed out shaking his head then spoke in a sarcastic tone. Oh I m sorry. You masturbate me. You tenderly stroke my penis. Jesus Amanda—
She suddenly glared at him. Don t take the Lord s name in vain she said forcefully.
I sneered. Bad move kid. You re definitely not getting any action tonight.
Joey stared a moment then forced himself to give a soft apologetic look. He got down on his knees touched her bare legs. Baby look I m sorry he said. It s just that you re so beautiful and so sexy and . . . and I really love you. I just wanna prove it.
Amanda seemed to melt a little and she parted her lips lowered her arms a little. Her pink nipples poked out. Oh Joey she said emotionally. Do you really?
Uh-oh I thought. I shook my head. I can t believe she fell for that. If I don t make a move now Joey s gonna get my prize. Might not be a bad thing to watch but I m not gonna lose my chance to savor this virgin beauty before he does.
He smiled up at her face reached for her hands. Baby I can only tell the truth he said.
Now I rolled my eyes. Okay enough s enough.
Tell me again I heard her say as I straightened up in the doorway. I took a deep breath then headed around the corner just as Joey began to respond.
Amanda baby I – holy shit!
It was actually pretty comical. Joey jumped up staring at me in sudden fear stumbling back and falling over the coffee table He cried out as he fell to the floor. Amanda snapped her head around seeing me and covering up again shaking as she reached for her clothes.
Don t! Move! I said in a deep commanding voice jabbing a finger at her. Amanda froze her right arm across her breasts hand cupping her left tit. Her eyes and lips trembled as she stared at me absolutely mortified at being caught naked in my living room and with a boy.
You! I snapped at Joey as the kid scrambled to his feet. The boy paled looking like he was terrified for his life. His eyes darted over my tattooed arms. He was clearly intimidated.
Get your fucking clothes and get out!
Joey obeyed quickly and snatched up his shirt and leather jacket from the floor. He gave Amanda a furtive look then darted for the door. Without a word he jerked it open and ran out. I caught the door before it could slam shut and closed it gently. Didn t want to wake the kids you know.
I turned back to Amanda saw her beginning to thread her arms through her little tank-top. I frowned. I didn t say you could move I said in a threatening tone. Put that down.
She looked at me surprised fearful intimidated. M-Mr. Dalton? she queried.
Drop it I said.
Amanda shuddered let the garment fall to the ground at her feet. She covered her incredible tits crossing her wrists beneath her chin. Faintly outside I heard the sound of a rattling car engine then the squeal of tires. Joey was gone.
Damn she is a beauty I thought ogling Amanda s beautiful body. So young so fucking ripe! And apparently a virgin in every way. My dick pulsed in my tight black jeans. I wondered if buxom little Amanda noticed. But probably not her eyes were on the floor.
You know I trusted you I said pacing back and forth. At first I wasn t too crazy about the idea of letting a teenager take care of my children. But my wife convinced me. She said you were responsible and reliable and I believed her.
I faced her drinking in Amanda s lovely voluptuous golden-toned young body. Even though her legs were crossed her thick blonde bush could not be obscured. Amanda shuddered silently and she cried softly tears slowly dripping down her innocent little-girl face. My cock throbbed. I could have taken her I could have grabbed her and thrown her legs open and shoved my cock up inside her. But I wanted her to feel desperate and frightened enough give herself willingly to me. Besides I was enjoying the torture I was putting her through.
And now I find out that you ve been having sex in my house I said. My house!
Amanda snapped her head up. N-no! she protested her eyes wide and full lips trembling. I swear! W-we didn t! I-I promise!
You promise? I asked laying it on thick. Then why the fuck are you naked in my living room?
Amanda shuddered as she cried squeezing her eyes shut. I watched her tits bounce as she wept. Damn but for some reason she looked even hotter with tears flowing down her soft full cheeks dripping off her chin. It reminded me of cum.
Hmm wonder how she d react to getting a facial I thought. I took out my cell-phone moving slowly and deliberately so Amanda would notice. I calmly began pushing buttons at random.
Wh-who are you calling? she asked fearfully.
Your parents I said simply. It s not my place to discipline you. I m sorry Amanda. I wanted to trust you.
Amanda s face contorted. Oh God please! she cried and jumped up apparently forgetting her nudity. Her firm round tits shook as she grabbed my arm. She gave me the most pathetic pleading expression I had ever witnessed. Mr. Dalton please! I-If they find out th-th-they ll take my car away a-and my computer a-a-and they ll never trust me again! . . . oh God please Mr. Dalton! Please!
I gave her a look even as admired her curvy young body. Damn but I hadn t seen perfect natural tits like hers in years and that soft thick blonde bush . . . .
And I m supposed to trust you now? I asked. I m supposed to believe that you ll never bring your boyfriend over and fuck him on my couch? I hold my children on this couch Amanda! I sit with my wife and tell her I love her on this couch! Heh heh . . . yeah right . . . .
Amanda blubbered squeezing my arm. I promise Mr. Dalton I ve never had sex on your couch or anywhere else! I promise!
I narrowed my eyes. And how am I supposed to believe you? I asked and quickly slipped my hand between her muscular thighs cupping her dewy little blonde cunt. I forced down a shudder of arousal as I felt her sweet lips and the little button of her clitoris. Next thing you re gonna tell me is that you re still a virgin.
Amanda s eyes flew open wide as I groped her young snatch. Damn but she was so hot her pussy so soft and furry. Her pubes felt more like goose-down then hair. I lightly stroked her fleshy little labia with the tips of my fingers.
Surprisingly Amanda did not pull back from my hand. Indeed she seemed to grip my arm more tightly and even pushed her hips against my hand. Or maybe it was just my imagination. Maybe.
She didn t look to my face. I-I am she whispered. Her lips swelled and nostrils flared slightly. Her cheeks glowed with rouge.
Oh come off it I said and jerked my hand away. I casually sucked my finger. Mmm oh fuck she tastes good! So rich and sweet and pure! But I said You don t taste like a virgin.
Amanda shuddered. P-Please Mr. Dalton she said her voice barely a whisper. She looked up to me desperately. I don t wanna get in trouble with my parents. My Dad . . . He ll beat me Mr. Dalton. He ll take off his belt and . . . I won t be able to sit down for a week. Please. Please.
I stared at her. So am I to believe that you really are a virgin that you ve never had sex in my house?
She nodded slowly wiped her eyes. I promise she said in a little girl voice.
I kept her gaze. Prove it I said.
Amanda stared her soft blue eyes wide. Her mouth fell open. Damn I could just imagine that mouth wrapped around my dick sucking and pulling eagerly . . . .
P-prove it? she asked shocked. H-how?