When I was 18, I was hired by a family to babysit, he was old enough to not respect my authority and I was old enough not to care, so we got along fine. The mom worked, so I was really just around to feed him and take him to school and whatnot, and dad was in the military so not around much. They were like family to me though, I lived with them, did everything with them, and in return, they took care of me. When I turned 21 their son turned 18, so we both had a milestone year, voting and drinking and eligible to join the military but neither of us was interested. He was still awkward, gangly and his shaggy hair didn't help.
I was hot though, young, perky, skinny but with ass and tits that had men drooling. Curves in all the right places as they say. I'd stayed up late, Beth had gone out drinking with her friends, she deserved it. She worked so hard I told her to take the night off. It was around 2 am so I figured Daniel had either already gone to bed or was having a late night fap, I didn't care. I was in the living room when I heard the door click shut. I was going to ask if something had happened, wondering why Beth would be home so early, but two big paws of hands slipped down on me from behind. Under my tank top, to cup my tits. David wasn't supposed to be home for another month, but I'd recognize his hands anywhere. I'd fantasized about them enough. I was silent, unable, or unwilling to break the moment.
"Surprise honey-" David said in a sultry voice. I knew he was hot, and yes, I'd thought of the whole dad fucks the babysitter thing, but he thought I was Beth, which was not part of my fantasies.
"Uh...David." I looked up at him and his eyes grew to baseballs.
"Sarah!" He gasped, but didn't remove his hands, whether from shock or from wanting to continue, I couldn't tell. "Where's Beth?" He asked.
"Out with friends." I replied.
"And Daniel?"
"Sleeping." His hands moved to slightly grip my tits again. He was 6'3, a foot taller than me, and broad with muscles and a commanding voice, his navy uniform seemed to tense around him every breath he took. "So?" I said in a soft voice. He seemed lost in thought, but his eyes never left my face, straying lower to my lips. I darted my tongue out to wet them and his breath hitched.
"Sarah-" He seemed to exhale the word, leaning down he resumed gripping my breasts, and gently kissed my lips. I'd always imagined him to be rough, but this seemed so tender. His lips were soft, brushing mine, his hands were massaging, not tugging, he sighed into my mouth, content at the contact I was allowing. But that's not how my fantasy played out with him, and I was not going to waste this opportunity. I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue into his. He gasped, so I persisted, sucking his lower lip into my mouth, and nibbling it playfully. I put my dainty hands over his, guiding him to be rougher, pull and pinch and grab. He moaned softly, breaking our kiss, so I let my mouth dip to his neck, dragging my teeth across his stubbled skin and biting firmly. He was panting, but I still wanted more. I stood and rounded the couch to him, pushing myself up against his chest.
"Please David." I looked up at him as the moan on my words hit him. He seemed surprised, and his hand went up my back, keeping me tightly against him. Part of me wondered if he'd been faithful when deployed, if I was his only dalliance. Maybe I was his downfall, the thought thrilled me, his hand dipped to cup my ass, lifting me easily to wrap my legs around his waist.
"Is this okay?" He asked in a small voice, not stopping as he carried me up to his bed. The bed he shared with his wife, the woman who employed me. The bed their son had been made in.
"Fuck me, David." I dragged my nails down his back and all sense left him. All tender touches and gentle words were erased. He dropped me on the bed and as I started to sit up, hands seeking his fly he grabbed me by the throat and slammed me back against the bed. His free hand tore off my shorts, I heard the fabric rip slightly at his roughness as he yanked them free. My hands were still reaching, grasping for his pants, but I could not reach. He swatted them out of his way and grunted, pushing our mouths back together. His hand squeezed my throat making my mouth gape open, allowing his invasion, tongue probing into me. I heard his pants push down, and felt him release me. I gasped, spit dripping from my mouth, a mix, running on my face. He shoved my legs apart, allowing his cock to flop between us. He hooked his arms under my knees and yanked me to the edge of the bed.
"Hold your knees." He growled, not a request. My chest fluttered, and I obeyed, holding my legs open for him. He flopped his cock onto my stomach, smacking it against my flesh.
"Please-" I whined, desperate to feel him inside me, invading, filling, taking what it needed. His eyes flicked to me, and I saw a hint of anger in them. I wondered what had caused it, but before I could consider it, he grabbed my throat again, clamping down on my precious airway. I gaped again; body desperate for air.
"Shut the fuck up." He growled, spitting into my mouth. He held tight as he pushed into me. I would've moaned or screamed or some other desperate noise, but he still had his hand on my neck. When he'd pressed his entirety into me, he finally let go. I gulped down air like I'd been starving for it, and I guess I had, but part of me wanted to push my luck.
"Yes Daddy." I said in a soft voice. His eyes widened and I felt his cock twitch inside me. He grabbed my hips and pumped into me, slapping our bodies together in a slow but firm rhythm. And then, he slid out. My pussy made a slurping noise, sad at its new emptiness, but he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me to my feet. He shoved me down, so I was bent in half, face down on the bed. He kicked my legs apart and pushed back in. Grabbing another fistful of my hair, he yanked my head back, arching my back painfully.
"Beg me for it." He growled.
"Please daddy, please spit in my mouth. Please cum in my pussy, I need your cum. I need daddy cum in my tight little pussy, use my pussy daddy." The words spilled from me and the more I spoke the faster he pumped in and out of me, using his hold on my hair to yank me back onto his cock to match each of his thrusts.
"God what a slut." He growled, spitting on me again, before grunting. "Fuck I'm cumming."
"Cum in my pussy daddy." I begged, but he needed no encouragement, and shot rope after rope into my tender hole.
"Fuck." He grunted, pulling me off the bed and shoving me bodily into the closet.
The door opened to the bedroom.
