The Babysitter Broen

"Did you hear that?" I asked, lifting my head off a couch pillow and holding still, listening intently for the patter of a child's footsteps.

After a few moments passed in silence, I felt an arrhythmic pressure start back up between my legs.

"How's that, babe? You like that?"

"Uh-huh," I replied, adding a touch of vocal fry in an effort to fake enthusiasm.

I guess it worked because my boyfriend Jesse didn't seem to notice my lackluster response. He just continued to flop on top of me like a fish out of water. I winced a little as he pushed deeper before my pussy was slick enough to make it at all pleasurable for me. He didn't seem to notice. Or care. I don't think he knew how to make me wet. We'd only recently started having sex and Jesse was always so eager to get straight to the fucking that he never made sure I was properly aroused. Honking my breasts a few times was his idea of foreplay. Neither of us really knew what we were doing, but I pretended he was a good lay rather than risk hurting his fragile male ego.

"Fuck, Katy, you feel amazing." Jesse patted my breasts clumsily and then squeezed too hard. It felt like I was getting a fucking mammogram. He started rocking into me more rapidly, grunting with every thrust.

"Shh," I hissed. "The kids will hear you." I was going to say "us," but he's the only one moaning lustily. I'm just gritting my teeth.

"I'm sure they're fast asleep," he said. "Besides, the TV is on. That's all they'll hear." I still looked over his shoulder towards the staircase nervously.

I was babysitting for the Stoddard family. They lived in my neighborhood, a few houses down the road. They had two adorable daughters, a four- and six-year-old, and they were good kids. It was a sweet gig, and the Stoddards always overpaid me. I didn't want to lose the easy money. I really needed to save up for college next year. I was going to Wellesley in the fall.

Right now, Jesse was banging me on the Stoddards' living room couch. I knew I wasn't supposed to have company over while I'm babysitting, but it was only nine o'clock. The Stoddards weren't due back home for a few more hours. Normally, I wouldn't have allowed it. But Jesse happened to be driving by and he promised to be in and out in a half hour.

Knowing my boyfriend, I figured he would be in and out of me in about three or four minutes. I wasn't wrong.

"I'm gonna cum," he suddenly squealed in my ear, almost as soon as we began. "Are you close?"

My eyes rolled back in my head, but not from pleasure.

"Almost there," I lied. Jesse's thrusts started getting more graceless and frenzied until his body tensed up against me. He ground his hips hard against mine.

"UHHHHHHHH," my boyfriend grunted like a pig, throwing his head back. I felt the condom swelling inside me and tried not to get grossed out at the thought. Jesse looked at me through half-open eyelids and I suddenly threw my head back too and started writhing underneath him, as if I were suddenly wracked with a powerful orgasm.

"OOH that was so good, babe," I said in a breathy voice. Jesse gave me that goofy grin of his, completely clueless.

"I hate to break it to you, man, but she's faking it."

Jesse froze on top of me. He didn't even breathe. I could actually feel his skin turn icy cold. Panic shot through us both. It was Mr. Stoddard, and he was home very early. I screamed silently in my head.

"Shit," Jesse said quickly, scrambling off of me and diving for his clothes on the floor.

I was still too shocked to move, and I locked eyes with Mr. Stoddard, who was now staring at my naked body. My cheeks flushed and I frantically grabbed the nearby throw blanket to cover myself. By now, Jesse had managed to get his pants back on.

"Mr. Stoddard," I stammered nervously. "I- I'm so sorry, Jesse and I...," I trailed off, having no idea what to say. This was the most humiliating moment of my life.

Mr. Stoddard ignored me and turned his attention to Jesse.

"First, Jesse," he said icily, "you need to improve your stamina. Right now you're a two pump chump. Second, you need to figure out how to please a woman. Your girl should win an Oscar for the way she acted like you got her off. And third... get the FUCK out of my house."

When he raised his voice, Jesse bolted for the door, shirt and shoes in hand. He took off like a shot. He didn't even look at me. My fucking hero.

Mr. Stoddard and I waited in silence until we heard the front door slam shut. I slowly sat up on the couch, still clutching the blanket to my body.

"Does your mom know you're having sex?" He asked in an off-handed manner. I just stared at him, confused by his casual tone.

"It's none of her business," I mustered in my most confident voice. "I'm an adult."

Mr. Stoddard scoffed. "Barely. What, did you turn eighteen yesterday?"

"I'm nineteen," I managed to reply, my voice sounding timid and weak.

He scoffed again and shook his head. I really wanted to get dressed, but I certainly wasn't going to do it in front of this man.

"Elizabeth will not be happy to hear about this," Mr. Johnson said gravely. Elizabeth is his wife. "It's a shame, Katy. She really likes you. The girls adore you. But how can I trust you again? How do I know you won't let more strangers into my house? What if the girls had walked in on that?"

I looked down at my lap, too ashamed to look at him. He was completely right. I couldn't even argue.

"I'm sorry," I said, still not making eye contact. "Just let me get dressed and I'll go home. You don't have to pay me."

I assumed he'd leave, but instead, Mr. Stoddard sighed and sat down on the couch next to me. The way he nestled close seemed almost fatherly -- but when our bodies touched, I felt a small jolt of electricity. I sat up straighter and gripped the blanket more tightly.

"You know Elizabeth will tell your mother about this," he said.

I closed my eyes and groaned. Of course mom would find out. She and Mrs. Stoddard are friends. They take morning walks together and they talk all the time. Surely my mother would want to know why I wasn't babysitting for the Stoddards anymore. It would all come out.

I slumped against the couch. "Well shit."

"I know," Mr. Stoddard said, sympathizing. "It sucks. Especially since that sex was amateur hour -- or maybe I should say 'amateur minute.' Not even worth it."

The audacity of this man! That comment was incredibly inappropriate. I shot Mr. Stoddard an incredulous look, staring at him with my mouth dumbly agape.

"Why don't you tell him the truth?" he continued. "Why do you let him just use you like that?"

I was still shocked by the conversation, my mouth hanging open in response to his invasive questions. But Mr. Stoddard didn't back down. He just cocked his eyebrow at me, waiting expectantly for an answer.

"I don't know," I said quietly. "We just started and I was hoping it'll get better, I guess."

Mr. Stoddard shook his head.

"Hate to break it to you, Kitten," he began. I cringed at hearing that old nickname. It was a weird reminder that Mr. Stoddard has known me since I was a little girl. "But teenage boys don't know what the hell they're doing. You're not gonna have decent sex until you fuck a man."

I looked at Mr. Stoddard again, and his gaze was suddenly intense and penetrating, his eyes surveying my bare shoulders and legs. My heart started racing, and an unfamiliar feeling crept into my belly.

"You know," he went on, brushing his fingertips suggestively over my shoulder. "I could show you what real, good sex is like."

My eyes widened in shock and I quickly pushed his hand away from me. "What are you doing?!" I asked disgustedly. Then I scooted down the couch to distance myself. "You're married! Where is Mrs. Stoddard, anyway?"

"She's still drinking with her girl friends," he replied with a conspiratorial smile. "She won't be home for hours. You know how women can talk."

I still stared at him, shocked by his proposition. Sure, Mr. Stoddard was a good-looking guy considering he was probably in his late forties. He was tall and fit, with dark, lush hair, streaked with gray and a sexy, salt-and-pepper stubble that covered his cut jawline. But he was old!

"No way," I said. "This is way too weird. You watched me grow up, for God's sake!" Mr. Stoddard just shrugged, unbothered by me pointing that out.

"Let me fuck you," he said, laying his cards on the table. "And then Elizabeth won't have to know how irresponsible you were tonight -- then your mother won't find out. And you can keep watching the girls like nothing happened."

I took a deep breath, my mind racing as I thought over his offer. I really didn't want my mom to know. And I could really use the money that countless more babysitting jobs would bring.

Mr. Stoddard noticed the worried look in my eyes as I continued to think things over.

"Katy," he said gently, placing his hand on my leg. I tried not to flinch away. "You don't need to be scared, hon. Like I said, I want to show you a good time. I'm gonna show you how a real man pleasures a woman."

I said nothing, but my body visibly relaxed, and Mr. Stoddard took that as a sign to proceed. When he reached for the edge of the blanket I had tucked under my chin, I pulled back. "I'm sorry," I squeaked. I barely recognized my own voice. "I can't."

Mr. Stoddard let his hand linger on the edge of the blanket I was clutching, but he made no move to pull it away. I felt a small tremor in my hand and wondered if Mr. Stoddard noticed. I was acutely aware of my nakedness. My hardened nipples poked through the blanket. I know Mr. Stoddard noticed that.

"That little dick doesn't deserve you," he said, his voice rich and reassuring. But the implication did not miss me. Mr. Stoddard's was no little dick. Jesse is equipped like a teenage boy; Mr. Stoddard is a man. He showed me the difference when he released his grip on the blanket and, with just one finger, tenderly stroked my nipples through the soft material. I inhaled sharply as another jolt of electricity shook me. This already felt a thousand times better than every time my awkward boyfriend mauled my chest.

"Yeah, feels good, doesn't it?" Mr. Stoddard asked me.

I gave him a small nod.

"God, your tits are amazing," he remarked as he began using both hands to caress them through the blanket. I couldn't help feeling a sense of pride at the compliment. I knew I had great breasts -- bouncy, round and perky.

My eyes were closed, so I didn't realize Mr. Stoddard was about to kiss me until I felt his lips brush against mine. I found myself moving my lips against his, returning the kiss. Mr. Stoddard pushed his tongue into my mouth as he continued rubbing my breasts, applying just enough pleasure to really turn me on. I felt myself getting wet -- a rare occurrence with Jesse. Mr. Stoddard suddenly pinched my nipple and I moaned into our kiss.

It was our first kiss, but it didn't feel like a first. A first kiss should be innocent. Heart pounding. Quiet. This was something else. Beyond the innocent phrases of our connected lips, our tongues spoke of something... dirty. Something downright pornographic.

As he began thrusting his tongue with more urgency into mouth, a mortifying thought shook me. I was going to make a wet spot on the Stoddards' couch. In fact, I could already detect the scent of my damp pussy.

I broke the kiss suddenly, making Mr. Stoddard's probing tongue hit my chin awkwardly as I rose to my feet, still pinning the blanket to my body. "I have to go, sir! I can't do this!" It took all my strength of will to resist Mr. Stoddard's manly charms, but I couldn't bear the thought of leaving behind a puddle of proof that I'm a slut.

My legs felt weak, and who knows what might have happened if Mr. Stoddard had pulled me down onto his lap, but he didn't. He just looked at me with smoldering eyes and agreed to drive me home.

"I'll go get my keys," he said. "Let me just make sure the girls are asleep."

I stood as still as a statue until he left the room, then I got dressed in record time. Even with my clothes on, that feeling of naked vulnerability lingered. When I got dressed this morning, I felt cute in my short tennis skirt and crop top. Now I felt like I was on display for leering old men like Mr. Stoddard.

When he returned, he shook the car keys like he was playing with a cat and said, "We'll take the Jag."

I walked ahead of Mr. Stoddard as we headed downstairs to the garage. I could feel his eyes on my ass and I tugged at the hem of my pleated skirt.

"Pardon the mess," he said as I opened the passenger door to his sleek Jaguar. He didn't seem to be joking, but the interior of the car was immaculate except for a book about beekeeping, which Mr. Stoddard plucked off my seat and tossed into the back. It was a stark reminder of Mr. Stoddard's age. No teenage boy would bother with a book like that. I felt a ripple of pleasure as I sat down on the rich leather seat.

As Mr. Stoddard pulled out of the well-lit garage and into the dark night, my pussy tingled. I could feel the roar of the engine rumbling in my seat and it made my stomach flutter with anxious anticipation. Watching Mr. Stoddard confidently switch gears on the manual transmission turned me on.

My family lives in the same neighborhood, so the drive was nothing; we were at my house in no time. Mr. Stoddard pulled the Jag into my parents' driveway, but he parked at the top, rather than approach the house.

I don't know why I hesitated to open the door. I guess I didn't want the interior lights to come on. In the darkness, I turned to Mr. Stoddard. "Thank you for the ride," I said haltingly, unsure of what to do next.

He pulled a thick wad of bills out of his pocket and held it out to me. When I took it, our fingers touched and a spark leaped from his skin to mine. We both felt it.

"If you want to thank me properly, you can do it with a kiss," he said. When he smiled, his eyes crinkled.

I could smell his cologne and it was incredibly arousing. I felt weak. I needed to think. There was no time. I hesitated, but then I did as he asked, leaning in with the naive hope of getting away with a quick peck on the lips.

That's when I realized Mr. Stoddard had another kiss in mind. He let go of the steering wheel and unzipped his pants, splaying them wide open, locking eyes with me the entire time.

I was the one to break eye contact as I looked down to his lap. I could feel my lips part as my jaw dropped.

I tried not to let my eyes bulge out of my head as he presumptuously shuffled his pants down to the floor of the car. Mr. Stoddard's cock was already hard... and it was huge. I suddenly got nervous again.

"You're so much bigger than him," I murmured softly, unable to look away. I said "him" because, in that moment, I couldn't even think of my boyfriend's name. I was transfixed by Mr. Stoddard's long, thick, heavy cock. It was beautiful.

"He's a boy. I'm a man," he grunted. "Are you ready to kiss me properly?"

I nodded meekly, still staring at Mr. Stoddard's monstrous erection.

Between my legs, I felt warm.

"But what about my parents? They're home, you know."

"If you do what you're told, they don't have to know. If not, I don't need my wife to tell your mother," he said slowly, extending a finger to the interior light. "I can show her right now. Is that what you want?"

I shook my head. My pussy was burning.

"Are you ready to do as you're told?"

I nodded.

"Do you want to suck my cock?"

I nodded again.

"Ask nicely, Kitten."

I took my seatbelt off and looked over at him with my cutest, puppy dog eyes. Goddamn he was handsome. "May I please suck your cock, Mr. Stoddard?"

He didn't answer. I just heard a loud snap as he locked the car doors. I felt like a kept woman.

Putting my elbows on the center console, I came in for a closer look. His shaft was magnificent, standing proud and firm, like a granite monument. I reached out to touch it, but Mr. Stoddard grabbed my fingers and scolded me. "No hands."

I gulped and withdrew my hand.

"Kiss it," he said, his voice scratchy.

I drew closer, until I could feel the heat radiating on my cheeks. I fluttered my eyelashes along his engorged length, giving his cock butterfly kisses, then I nuzzled it gently with my nose, sniffing and caressing the hot flesh along my soft cheek, molding it to the side of my face. Mr. Stoddard knew how to put me in my feminine energy. I made sure to look up at him, beaming with gratitude as I cradled his obscene erection and gave him my prettiest smile.

"Fuck," he said softly under his breath.

When I peeled his cock off my cheek, it was so I could make my way up and down its length, covering every inch in loving little kisses. Each time my lips touched his trembling flesh, I could feel a twitch. I reveled in the feeling of power as I teased him with my tongue, wrapping it around the head before taking it in my mouth, then letting it out again with a loud pop.

I pulled back to stare at his cock, mesmerized. His cock was intimidating. Long. Thick. Veiny. Pre-cum oozed out of the tip.

"I assume you've only done this with that tiny-dicked boyfriend of yours?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Well, this is gonna be a little different," Mr. Stoddard said. "You're in the big leagues now, Kitten." I was still wary, and I was embarrassed when I realized my hesitance was because I was scared I'd disappoint him.

"I don't really know what I'm doing," I confessed.

"Just relax," Mr. Stoddard reassured me. "I'll help you through it." His tone surprised me. It was the same gentle, fatherly tone he used with his girls.

I leaned forward again and swiped my tongue over the head of his dick. The taste of his pre-cum was bitter, but I ignored that and kept going. Once I was done with the head, I gave him a long lick on the underside of his shaft.

"Goddamn," Mr. Stoddard groaned. "Try taking it in your mouth now."

I stopped my licking and opened wide, taking a few inches into my mouth.

"Good girl," he said quietly. Mr. Stoddard rested his hand lightly on the back of my head as I bobbed up and down. He would periodically let out little moans, so I assumed I was doing well -- which is why I was so surprised when his hand suddenly pushed me forward, forcing several more inches into my mouth. I gagged immediately and tried to pull back, but Mr. Stoddard held me in place.

"Relax, Kitten," he said as I continued to struggle against his grasp. "Relax, and breathe through your nose." I tried to do as he asked, but my eyes were starting to water. When I didn't move, Mr. Stoddard started to slowly thrust into my mouth, holding my head tightly against him.

"ULLLKK, ULLLKK, ULLKK." I gagged with every thrust, but that seemed to only turn him on more.

"Fuck, Katy," he growled. Mr. Stoddard thrust even deeper, and my nose was now buried in his pubic hair. His balls were resting on my chin, and his big dick was completely down my throat. My eyes were watering so much that a few tears escaped down my cheeks. I wasn't sure how much more I could take, but thankfully he backed off. His wet dick popped out of my mouth and I took in a few deep breaths. A thick strand of saliva ran down my chin.

"You okay?" he asked me. After a few more shaky breaths, I nodded.

"Then get back to work," Mr. Stoddard said simply. I gave him one more uncertain look before diving back in, trying to incorporate everything he'd just taught me. I rested my hands on his thighs as I furiously bobbed up and down, pushing myself to the point of gagging.

My face was flush as I slobbered on him until I was cock drunk and desperate.

Mr. Stoddard patted me on the head, but what began affectionately ended with him grabbing a handful of my hair and screwing my head down on his massive cock like a lid going on a jar. Guiding his cock in his free hand, he stuffed it into my mouth before I could say another word. Now using two hands on my head, he maneuvered it up and down on his thick shaft, invading my drooling mouth as he rammed my jaw open.