Oct 3
Part 4
My fling with Mr. K, the father of two children I babysat for, had been going on for close to a month now. I had resided myself in the fact that I couldn’t say ‘no’ to him; worse yet, I was starting to feel emotions towards him. I knew my feelings were misplaced, and I was foolish to think that our sexual fling would develop into something more, but I just couldn’t help it. Remember, I was still a “naïve” 18-year-old. I had become his fuck toy, and I was enjoying the role.
I also came to the conclusion that the only way this fling would end was not if, but when we got caught. Mr. K liked to take risks, and I knew that would be our downfall. I foolishly tried not to think of the consequences or repercussions of getting caught.
At this point, I longed to be with Mr. K. I loved how he controlled me and made me feel. Ok! Yes, I was hooked on the hot sex too. My moral conscience was telling me to keep resisting Mr. K, so I continued to play the reluctant teen. As time passed, my reluctance turned more into role-playing. I think both Mr. K and myself enjoyed this bizarre cat-and-mouse game we were playing.
But something else was running through my head. In the heat of our last encounter, Mr. K stopped mid-sentence when he said I reminded him of someone. I was too distracted with the sex to question him at the time, but now I was getting a sinking feeling. I suspected he was referring to my older sister.
My older sister did babysit for the Kellys a few years ago. She was much more attractive and, surely, had a greater wild side than me. I wondered: was it possible that Mr. K also seduced her? She had been kicked out of our house at sixteen by my very religious father and never returned. The rumor was that she ran off as a groupie with some hard rock band.
The other possibility was my mother. It was plainly clear that my mother and the Kellys were very close. Mrs. Kelly was always at our house, as she and my mother had a mutual love for wine. However, there had been numerous occasions when I came home and found Mr. K and my mother alone in the house. At the time, as a growing teen, I never gave it much thought. They only lived a few houses down the street; I suppose anything was possible now that I was aware of what Mr. K was capable of. Up until this point, I had no reason to suspect my mother was more than anything but a friend. It wasn’t until later that I discovered my mother had an inner slut greater than mine.
I was also sensing that my mother was suspicious of us. My mother never paid much attention to me, but lately, she has been asking questions about my babysitting the Kelly’s. There were numerous times when I caught her looking at me and Mr. K in a weird manner. Was my mother on to us having sex? Was she also involved with Mr. K? Holy shit! What a conundrum! My mother and I both suspected the other of having a fling with Mr. K.
The more I thought about it, the more convinced I became that one or even both of them had sex with Mr. K at one time or another, or, in the case of my mother, was still having sex with him. This was something too dark and uncomfortable for me to think about. I concluded it was best if I put any thoughts of Mr. K and my mother or sister out of my head.
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“Well, what do you think, April?”
I was sitting in my kitchen with my mom and Mrs. Kelly, staring blankly at the both of them. I had no clue how to respond to what Mrs. Kelly had just asked me.
“April?” My mom asked, confused as to why I wasn’t responding.
“I, uh, I don’t know,” I said reluctantly. “I mean, it’s a whole week.” My mom looked at me like I was crazy.
“Hon, you’d be getting a week-long paid vacation before you start college,” she reiterated Mrs. Kelly’s offer to me. “What’s there to think about?”
I sighed. Mrs. Kelly had come over to ask if I’d be interested in accompanying the family on their vacation. The Kelly’s had rented a big beach house for the week; I’d get my own room and everything. All I had to do was watch the girls and play with them on the beach. I’d have tons of time to just lay around and work on my tan, and of course, I’d be compensated generously—$500 for the week—not bad for a beach vacation. It sounded like the perfect arrangement.
Except for the one big problem that neither my mother nor Mrs. Kelly knew about, of course. I knew this was all Mr. K’s doing.
“Uh, sure, I’ll go,” I said, like an idiot. “Sounds fun,” I responded with a labored smile.
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A few weeks later, I was sitting in the back seat in between the two girls as we all drove to our vacation destination. Mr. K had been watching me in the rear-view mirror ever since we left the house, and he was starting to get me aroused.
At first, I playfully stuck out my tongue at him whenever nobody was watching, but as the kids fell asleep, I couldn’t help but tease Mr. K further. I began to seductively lick my lips. I slowly applied my lip gloss and seductively ran my tongue over my lips to moisten them up. All the while, Mr. K focused on the rear-view mirror with his wife sitting beside him, oblivious to what was transpiring. I even discretely touched my swollen nipples through the thin top I was wearing. I knew that would drive Mr. K wild. I bet he had a huge hard-on as he sat there trying to drive and staring at me in the rearview.
It wasn’t long before we pulled into a service center. I helped Mrs. Kelly take the kids into the single restroom one at a time while Mr. Kelly gassed up the car. Once we finished, she headed back to the car with the kids. It was finally my turn to use the restroom.
As I opened the restroom door, Mr. K appeared out of nowhere and grabbed me from behind. I let out a quiet yelp. Before I could think, Mr. K forced his way inside the small washroom and locked the door behind him. Our bodies were pressed against each other, and there was no escaping his grasp.
“This is a new low, even for you,” I said.
“Relax, April,” Mr. K said, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me even tighter against him. “Your backseat shenanigans made me so fucking hard that I want you now!”
“What? Here? Now? You can’t be serious.” I mumbled in disbelief. My face was against his chest, and my voice was muffled by his shirt. As Mr. K continued to hold me like that, I had to admit it felt kind of nice. He smelled really good, like fresh fabric softener and aftershave, which was a welcome scent in that washroom.
“Fuck yes. Come on, we don’t have much time.” He said.
I reached down to unbuckle my denim shorts in a gesture of willing compliance.
Mr. K leaned down and gave me a big, open-mouthed kiss. In an instant, my shorts and panties dropped around my ankles. Mr. K spun me around and bent me over the sink.
He quickly plunged a couple of fingers inside of me, verifying my wet arousal. I remained silent as I had come to learn there was no point in objecting, as Mr. K always got what he wanted. At least when it came to having sex with me.
“Oh fuck, I love how I can just take you any time I want.” He whispered in my ear from behind me as I felt his cock slide between my vulva and then forcefully push its way deep inside my vagina.
“Oh fuck…take me….please.” I gasped as he slid his cock into me, stretching the walls of my vagina.
“Oh, April, you’re so wet and tight.” He gasped as he began pumping his hard cock in and out of me.
He lifted up my top, causing my breasts to fall out and dangle over the sink. He roughly grabbed a hold of my tits and continued to thrust away.
I have to admit, I was just as hot and aroused as Mr. K. I lustfully enjoyed the feeling of his cock inside of me. I gasped and moaned as his cock filled me.
“This has to be quick.” He mumbled.
“Yeah, but don’t cum inside of me, please.” The last thing I wanted was his cum oozing out of me for the rest of the drive.
I willingly arched my ass up and pushed back to meet every one of his thrusts. We fucked like two sex-crazed animals. There was an erotic and lustful urgency, as we both knew we didn’t have much time. His constant ramming and plunging accented the point with every stroke of his cock.
Mr. K was quick, a couple more hard and deep thrusts, and he grunted. “I’m going to cum.”
“Not inside of me!” I yelled.
With that, he pulled out and pushed down on my shoulders as I turned to face him. I immediately dropped to my knees and opened my mouth. But it was too late. Mr. K grunted as he stroked his cock, and I felt a warm rope of semen shoot across my face.
I fumbled to quickly take him into my mouth and suck whatever semen he had left. I knelt there and licked him clean.
“I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page about this week,” he said softly as he pulled up his pants and straightened himself while I did the same.
“I can already tell you we’re not on the same page,” I retorted, back to my role-playing.
“We’re just going to have to be extra careful,” Mr. K said. “Especially after the kids almost caught us last time.” Totally ignoring my comments.
“That won’t be an issue,” I said, “seeing as how I told you that last week was the last time, and now I’m telling you again that this was the last time.”
Mr. K. frowned. “You don’t mean that, April,” he said.
“I sure do! I’m convinced your wife is onto us.” I added.
“Nah, you’re wrong. She hasn’t the slightest idea, but we do need to get back to the car,” he said. “This is going to be a fun week.” With that, he slipped out of the washroom and headed back to the car.
I finished cleaning up and exited the restroom. As I opened the door, I saw two guys waiting to use the washroom. Shit, I wondered how long they were standing there, and I prayed they didn’t hear anything.
“Hello there, sweetie. Did the nice man pull out in time?” One of them said it in a derogative voice as the other man laughed.
Well, I guess that answered my question. My face went beet red. I hung my head and quickly walked back to the car where the Kelly’s were waiting for me.
Mrs. Kelly was waiting outside of the car, and she immediately noticed my disheveled look and beet-red face.
“Is everything OK, April?” she asked.
I couldn’t look her in the eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied as I quickly opened the door and slid into the back seat.
Eerily, I just knew Mrs. Kelly was onto us. Oh shit, I had to stop this. What if she really knows? How awkward is it going to be if she finds out? What will happen if my family finds out? It was only day one of our week-long vacation.
As we continued the drive to the beach house, my mind was racing with all kinds of what-if scenarios. Yikes! I had made up my mind! I had to be firm with Mr. K and refuse any further advances from him, at least for this week. However, I wasn’t fooling myself! That was easier said than done, as Mr. K had some kind of spell over me. I had to control my teenage hormones.
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My room was awesome beyond belief. In fact, the entire house was absolutely gorgeous. The Kelly’s must’ve shelled out a fortune to get this beachfront place.
I’d gotten the giant bedroom on the first floor, while the girls’ and Mr. and Mrs. Kelly’s rooms were upstairs. It had a giant bed with fluffy white bedding, big bay windows with a view of the ocean, and tasteful nautical decor. I even had a private bathroom. This week was looking up already. All I needed to do was get creative with keeping Mr. K away from me, and maybe I’d actually enjoy this trip without the stress of being caught.
I looked up from the suitcase I was unpacking and saw Mr. K. standing in the doorway. My heart dropped to my feet. I knew the time my resolve would be tried was coming sooner than I had expected.
We arrived late, and by the time we’d eaten dinner, everyone was exhausted. I was relieved to see he didn’t try to come in; he just lingered in the doorway. Maybe our service center rendezvous satisfied him for now. I ignored him and continued unpacking.
“So…” he started quietly. “Did you pack anything sexy?”
I raised my head and gave him a sour look.
“It’s okay if you didn’t,” Mr. K replied. “Because you look sexy in everything and nothing.”
“Let’s get something straight,” I said, angrily shutting my suitcase and finally finding the courage to stand up to him. “Absolutely nothing will be happening between us on this trip. If you’re feeling horny, go have sex with your wife. I’m pretty sure she suspects something.” Mr. K looked a little taken aback.
“April, you’ve got to stop with all these mixed signals.”
“Mixed signals?!” Mr. K sure knew how to push my buttons. I walked over to him and lowered my voice so Mrs. Kelly and the kids wouldn’t hear. “Since you’re obviously confused, let me clear some things up for you. Every single time we’ve been together, you’ve forced yourself on me,” I hissed. “You’re a disgusting middle-aged man who is taking advantage of a poor, impressionable teenage girl. You should be fucking ashamed of yourself.” Mr. Kelly’s jaw dropped.
I was pissed. I was now becoming more and more convinced that Mr. K had done all this before with my older sister when she babysat for them a few years ago. Was Mr. K just another middle-aged pervert taking advantage of young teenage girls? He had somehow gotten into my head. The real truth was that I wanted to pull him into my room and fuck his brains out. But on the other hand, I knew this had to stop or else.
“Forced myself on you?” He hissed back. “When have you ever told me no or fought me off? How many times have I made you orgasm?”
“You know what,” Mr. K said, turning to go, “I thought we had fun with you playing hard-to-get, but apparently, I’m a pervert or something.”
Before I could think of anything else to say, Mr. K stormed off. I shut my door and let out a long sigh of relief. He was gone. Sure, it’d been a pretty nasty argument, but there was no way I thought he’d actually let it get to him.
I got ready for bed, keeping an eye on my door the whole time. I kept waiting for it to slowly creak open. Sure, the door had a lock, but for some reason, I was compelled to leave it unlocked. Deep down, was I the type of slut who wanted him to come back and take me regardless of the consequences?
I cautiously climbed into bed, lying there waiting for Mr. K to try and sneak into my room. Even after our fight, maybe I was being a little egotistical and shortsighted, but I didn’t think he was actually capable of staying away from me. I calmed down a little, thinking maybe laying down the law with Mr. K had actually worked. Could it be that easy? Is that what I really wanted? I got comfortable under my fluffy duvet and shut my eyes, ready to drift off. And I had almost dropped off to sleep when I heard it.
Creak, creak, creak! It was a faint, distant, rhythmical creaking at first. But as I listened harder, the rhythmical creaking became louder and louder until it hit a steady volume. It was coming from the room right above me. I was horrified to suddenly realize my room was right below Mr. and Mrs. Kelly’s room. The pace of the creaking started increasing, and I heard a muffled moan. A moan similar to the ones I made when Mr. K was plowing into me with his big, hard cock.
Oh my god! Suddenly, it hit me! Mr. Kelly was fucking his wife!
When the shock wore off, I started to get mad. I thought Mr. K was doing this on purpose to specifically piss me off—to somehow try and make me jealous.
“Oh, Babe,” I heard Mrs. Kelly moan quietly. The creaking got even louder, and I heard the headboard banging softly into the wall above me.
“Fuck, Angie,” I heard Mr. K growl. I suddenly heard a loud flop, followed by a tiny squeal from Mrs. Kelly.
“Babe! What’s gotten into you?” I heard a slapping sound, which I assumed was Mr. K’s hand on Mrs. Kelly’s ass. She squealed again before I heard Mr. K let out a loud grunt.
“UHHHNNN!” Mrs. Kelly had yelled out really loudly—so loudly, I wondered if they had woken the kids. Mrs. Kelly continued to cry out with every thrust; it almost sounded like she was in pain. And then I found out why.
“God, your…
