“Hi Emma, It’s Mr G, any chance you could mind the kids again tonight? Say around 6ish? Thanks
That was the text I received last week. Mr G, as he liked to be called is a hot shot banker in London. He has two cute kids, a beautiful trophy wife and big, posh house.
I babysat once or twice a week for them, the kids were always settled in bed by the time I got there and rarely woke. I amused myself by taking advantage of the free wi fi and cable channels. Sometimes even that bored me and I had to find other ways to amuse myself….
I turned up at the house that night at 6 O’Clock on the dot. I’d deliberately worn my shortest skirt and tightest top. I hadn’t fucked Mr G, yet, but I had him firmly in my sights.
He answered the door in his work suit, looking a little flustered ‘Errr Hi Emma, come on in, we’re running a little late I’m afraid. Mrs G got held up at work. The children are all settled and asleep, I just have to grab a quick shower.’
My eyes lit up at the thought of climbing in the shower with him, he must have recognised the look of lust on my face as he made his way quickly towards the stairs ‘Errr just make yourself comfortable’ he said ‘I won’t be long’.
When he emerged from the shower, just a small towel around his waist, I was lying naked in the middle of his bed. His jaw dropped at the sight of my young, firm flesh. ‘You said to make myself comfortable…’ I said, a feigned look of innocence on my face.
He stuttered and froze, he looked torn as to whether to fuck me senseless or tell me to get the hell out of his house. I knew which one I wanted!
‘You know…’ I murmured as I began stroking my hands all over my body ‘last month when you went to that charity ball? I laid on this bed, in your wife’s underwear and fucked myself silly.’
I pushed two fingers slowly inside my tight, wet pussy. His towel tented almost instantly at the sight of me fingering myself right in front of him, on his marital bed. ‘I came so hard’ I continued, arching into my own touch ‘I imagined you fucking me, so hard, so deep, right here on this bed.’
He groaned, but still didn’t make a single move towards me. ‘I just…I get so…..hungry Mr G. I ache so bad. My pussy……aches……so bad’ I fingered myself, harder, faster, holding his gaze. ‘Won’t you help me Mr G? Help me stop the ache, fuck me, please fuck me.’
As if those were the words he’d been waiting for the towel fell to the floor, revealing his huge, thick, raging hard cock and he lunged towards me. I was shocked and thrilled by his apparent rage/lust. His mouth was on mine in a second, kissing me hard, deep. His hands were all over me.
He broke from the kiss and said ‘You asked for this little girl’ I smiled and replied ‘Begged for it’. No preliminaries, no foreplay, he held my hands above my head, clamping my wrist together in one large hand and thrust his cock into me.
My mouth fell open on a silent scream such was the force of his thick length stretching my tight little pussy. I gritted my teeth together to stop from crying out and clenched my pussy hard.
‘Oh fuck’ he murmured ‘so fucking tight. You dirty little cock teasing bitch, I’m going to fill you so hard.’
I could feel my orgasm building, feel his cock throbbing exquisitely. ‘Cum for me Emma’ he said ‘cover me you naughty little slut’
His filthy words together with his pounding cock made me erupt. My pussy clenching and spasming so hard he couldn’t stop himself from cumming too. He didn’t stop pounding even as he came, drawing my orgasm out longer and longer while he pumped my pussy full of delicious cum.
Mmmmmm that was just what I had wanted, needed. I smiled, a satisfied smile at having gotten my own way.
Half an hour later I waved them off, smiling at Mrs G, her husbands cum still oozing from my pussy and drying on my thighs. “
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