"Puh-LEASE, Katy!" young Vivian Stoddard begged. "One more story!"
"We've already read three stories, Viv!" I protested gently. "Your sister fell asleep ten minutes ago," I added, nodding at the bed opposite Vivian's, where little Emma was indeed sound asleep.
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"Daddy always reads us four!" Vivian sat up and said with playful defiance.
I smiled at her precocity, but then pretended to be exasperated. "Fine!" I huffed. "We'll do it Daddy's way."
"My ears are burning. Did I hear my little girl calling me?" Mr. Stoddard's sudden appearance darkened the doorway. He greeted Vivian with a warm smile and tousled her hair, but I knew his words were for me.
He's not very subtle and I think he likes it that way.
I felt a flutter in my tummy. Trying to avert Mr. Stoddard's gaze, I reached for another book off the shelf and hastily opened it.
Mr. Stoddard took that as his cue to back out of the room, leaving us to our story. He planted a kiss on Vivian's forehead, then kissed sleeping Emma, adjusted her blankets and slipped out, closing the door behind him.
When I was finished reading the story, Vivian rolled over and closed her eyes. Walking back from the girls' dark bedroom into the bright kitchen, I needed a moment to make the adjustment, but I wasn't even finished blinking yet when Mr. Stoddard was all over me.
He was holding out a thick wad of cash, far more than his customary overpayment, and when I hesitated to take it, he reached around and tucked it in the back pocket of my jeans, letting his hand linger on my ass.
"I should get home now," I said, brushing his hand away.
"What's your rush?" Mr. Stoddard asked, a lecherous grin on his handsome face. I knew exactly why he wanted me to stay -- he's not subtle.
"No rush, it's just time for me to go, that's all."
"Hold on," Mr. Stoddard said. "You really think I'd let you blow me and not return the favor?"
"Uh..." I had no idea what to say. I didn't feel like he "let" me blow him so much as he "made" me blow him, but I was too shocked to argue the point.
Mr. Stoddard didn't wait for me to respond anyhow. He just grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into a spare bedroom. I can't describe how I felt in that moment. I was a virgin until recently, when Jesse fumbled his way through our first time, but he never made me feel like Mr. Stoddard does. Mr. Stoddard makes me want to be his submissive little slut. Before I knew what was happening, he put those big, strong hands on my hips and pushed me back onto the bed. I landed with a small thump and the bed creaked from my weight.
I tried to sit up, but Mr. Stoddard had other ideas.
"Take off your clothes and lie back down," he barked at me gruffly.
I did as I was told, eager for whatever was coming next.
Once I was naked, Mr. Stoddard joined me on the bed, fully clothed, and started running his hands up and down my body. He felt the curves of my thighs and hips, his fingers brushing dangerously close to my pussy. I anxiously squirmed under his touch. He let out a small laugh before bending over and taking my breast into his mouth.
"Oohhh," I said softly, closing my eyes again. His mouth sucked on my tit while his tongue teased my nipple. I found myself putting my hand in his hair, pulling him more tightly against my breast. I was so distracted by the tit attention, I didn't realize his hand had traveled south and was pushing in between my legs.
I gasped as I felt two fingers sliding into my pussy. Mr. Stoddard let my tit fall out of his mouth and moved close to my ear.
