Babysitter Auditions Pt. 07: Megan

Blondie muttered something I couldn't hear—partly because she was talking to her knees. She didn't seem inclined to keep reading. When no one else said anything for several moments, Nia took over. "We're getting close to our time anyway, so let's call it done for the week," she decreed. "Thank you, Mr. Andrews, for agreeing to join us. If any of the other members of the group would like to talk with you, would you be open to that?"

"Yes, I would," I answered, "but I'd rather my contact information not be too widely disseminated. Since you already have it, I would prefer in that instance you pass the message along to me and I can contact them."

"That sounds reasonable," Nia observed. "Would you be willing to stay behind with me for a few minutes so we make sure we're on the same page as to how best to do this?"

"That would be fine, Nia," I responded. "I'm not in a hurry."

Blondie seemed grateful for the opportunity to get out of the room; black-haired girl tried to linger, but was shooed out. The rest made it clear they would like to stay and talk with me if they could, but didn't feel desperate about it. As soon as they were all out, Nia locked the door, came back to me, and pulled me in for a long, hungry kiss. "I booked the room for another hour," she purred, "and I'm really glad I did. I knew I'd want to fuck you when we were done, but your performance got me so fucking horny, you can't imagine."

"Really," I responded, raising an eyebrow.

"Really," Nia answered huskily, grinding her pussy against me. "Watching you put Christina down—"

My barked laugh interrupted her. "I know you introduced the other girls, but none of the names stuck. Her name really was Christina?"

"Ohhhhhh, yes," Nia told me with a lustful giggle. "And the other one who wanted to fuck you right there in the middle of the circle was Nicole—just so you know what you're getting into if she asks to meet with you."

"Ahhh. Thanks."

"Don't mention it, lover," she replied, giving the bulge in my pants a quick squeeze. "But we've been trying to get that through Christina's head for a while now, and she refused to listen because she didn't want to believe it. I don't think we'll have that problem with her anymore."

"I sincerely hope not," I agreed.

"Now, baby, I want a quickie," Nia continued. She grabbed my hand and guided it under her skirt and between her legs, where I found nothing but baby-smooth, dripping-wet pussy. "I want to keep my clothes on, just in case someone comes to check on us, but I want that beautiful fat dick. Put me up against the wall, bend me over one of those big, heavy tables, I don't care, I just want you to fuck the holy living shit out of me and fill my needy little cunt with your big hot load."

I gauged the height of the nearest table, then turned Nia around and bent her forward on it. I flipped up her skirt, then pushed my pants and boxers down so I wouldn't be putting my zipper in her quim. She grabbed the far edge of the table with both hands, then looked back at me. "Now, Mr. Andrews," she purred, "hammer the fuck out of your babysitter's tight, wet pussy. Fuck my brains out. Use me for your fucking pleasure."

"Gladly," I ground out. I grabbed Nia's hips and buried my rod to the balls in her sweet hole. She was so wet, I slid in easily. I took her hard and fast, bombing away in her tight cunt; I could hear the table scraping over the floor just a little, even as big and heavy as it was. I shifted one hand to the small of her back and reached down with the other one to diddle her clit.

"Damn fine dick," Nia moaned as I railed her. "Big white pussyhammer daddy cock . . . see this, bitches? I have a real man fucking me . . . this is what a real man fucks like . . . big fat man-muscle pounding my little cunt . . . stretching me out . . . going so fucking deep . . . I need this so fucking bad—I deserve this—I deserve this dicking . . ."

"Does it make you feel like a dirty slut, getting fucked out on a table in the middle of your classroom?" I growled. "Are you imagining them watching, wishing they were you? Wishing they were slut enough to get fucked like this?"

"So fucking dirty," Nia breathed. "So fucking wild . . . so fucking taken—fucking owned . . . fucking own that tight babysitter cunt, Mr. Andrews . . . pound the holy fucking shit out of it . . . give it to me hard, baby—ride that ass like a fucking rail . . ."

After my experience with Megan, that last comment gave me an idea. Maybe this will be enough to make her cum. I shifted the hand between Nia's legs to load up my thumb with her girl-honey, then brought it around to open her backdoor. "What—fuck—what—aaaahhhh!" she cried out. The resistance from her sphincter was considerable, but I pushed through it. I could feel the little ring of muscle contracting spastically around my thumb, squeezing hard. I pressed down, increasing the friction on my driving shaft. "Fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—" Nia gasped, "fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—" Her voice rose in volume and pitch as I hammered her cunt with my dick and sodomized her with my thumb.

"You want me to own your tight little cunt, minx?" I growled. "It's mine. You're at my fucking mercy. You're getting fucked, and all you can do is take it. Is that what you wanted?"

"Yes, baby," Nia wailed. "Fuck me—fuck me—don't stop—don't stop—I'm close—so close—cum in me—cum with me—please . . ."

"I'm gonna cum so deep in your pussy, you'll feel it in the back of your throat," I snarled. "Take it—cumming!"

My balls erupted; I slammed myself home and held myself there as I flooded her tunnel with my cream. "Yes!" Nia cried out, her cry transmuting to a feral shriek as her answering climax cracked through her like lightning.

*****

I walked away from McCabe feeling like I'd gotten away with something. The chances of getting caught had been low, but the consequences if we had would have been catastrophic.

Actually, though, I really got away with two things: fucking Nia, and putting a thumb in her ass without asking.

"I ought to be mad at you for that," she had told me, trying and failing to sound stern. "I've never wanted anyone to do that, and if you'd asked if I wanted it, I would have said no, but—fuck that felt good. I ought to yell at you for doing it, but I can't because I'm glad you did it—I can't be mad about anything that felt that fucking good. I can't be mad at you for doing it once if I'm going to want you to do it again. I still don't think I have any interest in a cock in there, but a finger . . . yeah." Then she'd looked at my hand and added, "That said—there's hand sanitizer over by the door—go use it."

Just be glad it's all good, and let that risk be enough. The stakes are too high to do anything like that again.

"We shouldn't leave together," Nia had observed. I had nodded; the same thing had occurred to me, but I hadn't figured out how to say it without sounding offensive. "You go first; I'll wait a couple minutes. Easier to explain me being here than you." Before I could nod again, she had grabbed my face in both hands and pulled me in for a scorching kiss. "Now go before I lose control and fuck you all over again." On my way out the door, she had said, "Next time, let's do this in your bed . . . all night long."

I think I outsmarted myself a little. I should have cut the list way down and made a hire quickly . . . the idea of fucking as many college girls as I could was so tempting, I didn't ask myself if that was the wise thing to do. But—I'm here now, and almost done. Then all I have to do is pick one—just one . . .

Fuck, no sense screwing myself into the ground over this right now. Get lunch, hit the library, go home—later is plenty of time to figure this out.

I shook myself and got moving again. Forward, ho!

*****

I wandered home around 4:30 feeling satisfied with the day, then started on dinner. When Lori and the girls got home a little after 6, the table was set and dinner was almost ready to serve. She thanked me, quietly; it's sad that her thanks surprised me, but they did.

"We went to the zoo, Daddy!" Hope announced.

"We got to see babies!" Joy chimed in.

Lori looked a little sheepish. "I know we just went, but Hope's teacher had mentioned some of the new baby animals at the zoo, and she had her heart set on it."

"It's fine, it's fine," I assured her, emphasizing my words with a wave of my hand. "It's Hope's favorite place, I'm not going to set a quota on how often she can go." Lori gave me a soft smile and thanked me again, leaving me wondering what was going on. I wasn't going to make the mistake of thinking I was getting my wife back.

If I had, though, Sunday wouldn't have done much to disabuse me. Lori's vicious, spiteful temper, which had begun to appear a few years ago, was nowhere in evidence. It was a slow, quiet day; when the time came for her to leave for her trip, she actually seemed sad to go. Still, however long she cuddled with Hope and Joy before leaving, go she did.

*****

The next morning, I got up early, stripped the bed and remade it with a set of black silk sheets I hadn't used in years. I got everything to spec, then pulled the covers down to be ready for Megan. Once I was satisfied, I went to wake the girls and start the morning routine.

I had no sooner gotten home and gotten my shoes off after taking them in than Megan was at the door. She walked in carrying a small bag that said "TOYS" on the side, though from the picture I'm pretty sure her idea of toys was a little different from that of the makers of the bag. She kissed me hungrily and said, "Take me to bed, Mr. Andrews, and have your way with me."

I led her to my room and took the bag. It held a couple vibrating dildos, one of which was in a case labeled ASS, and something else which I figured was a bullet vibrator, plus a remote control which presumably went with it. In addition, there was a bottle of Astroglide and a few neatly-folded washcloths. "If you want to tie me up, Mr. Andrews," Megan's voice broke in, "you'll need to provide that yourself. That's the man's responsibility."

I looked up and grinned at her. I emptied the bag onto the nightstand and tossed it into the corner, then moved to stand in front of her. I delicately licked her ear and whispered, "Are you giving yourself to me?"

Megan shivered at my words. "Yes," she moaned softly. "Oh, fuck me crazy, yes . . ."

I nibbled her lobe and whispered, "Are you mine to play with?"

She trembled and repeated, "Yes."

"Then you're my present," I murmured in her ear. "I want to unwrap my present now."

"Please . . ." Megan keened.

She was wearing a simple white short-sleeved top that unzipped all the way down the front. I kissed my way down her neck to her shoulder, then along the line of the modest V-neck to the center. I began slowly unzipping her, trailing my lips and tongue over her skin as I revealed it. Megan moaned and traced patterns in my hair. When my mouth reached the edge of her bra, I kept drawing the zipper down and placed feathery kisses all over her exposed cleavage. The bra was a fragile-looking white thing that covered little and concealed nothing; once the shirt had fallen away from her nipples, I sucked on each one gently in turn through the flimsy fabric before sliding down to tongue her navel.

The shirt all the way unzipped, Megan started to shimmy her shoulders, but I stopped her, leaving it hanging open. I raised myself back up and teased her nipples through the bra with my tongue; her breath caught, and she held it for a time before releasing it with a shudder. I saw the clasp between her gorgeous mounds and undid it, peeling the damp fabric away from her treasures and letting it hang free as well. I caressed them lightly with my fingertips, then pressed my hands into them, feeling their supple flesh move in my grip as I fondled them. I enjoyed the sensation of her pierced nipples against my palms.

"Do you always unwrap your presents like this?" Megan whimpered.

"Always," I said firmly. "Though I usually slit the tape with a knife . . ." She shuddered.

I lifted a hand to caress her cheek and took the abandoned nipple between my lips. I kissed it softly, then opened my mouth to tease it with just my tongue. Megan captured my hand with hers and rubbed against my palm like a cat. I toyed with one end of the barbell; she kissed the base of my middle finger and mewled into my hand. I suckled her nipple, scraping it with my teeth, and captured the other one between thumb and forefinger, slowly turning it back and forth a little. "Fuck . . ." she breathed, tension throbbing in her voice.

I suckled Megan's nipple until she was squirming uncontrollably, then bit down gently on the base and pulled, lashing it with my tongue. She squealed and grabbed my head with both hands, pulling me tight to her chest. I slid down out of her grip, dropping my hands to pull down her pants. As I worked them over her hips, I kissed the underside of her boob, letting its soft weight rest on my face. I took as much of her springy flesh in my mouth as I could and sucked on it. "Fuck, baby," she groaned. "My pussy is soaked for you . . . fuck me wild, my pussy needs you . . ."

"Patience," I said gently. "If you're going to make yourself my fucktoy, then you have to let me play." Megan groaned again but said nothing further. I trailed butterfly-wing kisses down her taut stomach to the waistband of her panties, a flimsy white scrap of fabric darkened with her arousal. "Turn around, minx," I commanded with equal gentleness. "Let me see all of you." She kicked her clothes away and slowly rotated in a circle. As I suspected, she was wearing a thong, leaving her perfect little bubble butt naked to my eyes. I slapped her hard on each cheek, one with the forehand, the other with the backhand, as she turned; she stopped and asked for more, but I told her to keep turning.

Once Megan had completed her rotation, I reached around to hook my fingers around her waistband and peeled the thong out of her ass crack. She shimmied eagerly to help me pull it off. I drew her close to me and spread her pussy open with my thumbs. "Please—please—please—" she whimpered, shaking with desire. "Please, Mr. Andrews—please, baby—please eat me—make me cum—I need to cum—so fucking bad . . ." I puffed air on her clit, making her yelp; then I fastened my lips around it and sucked hard, flicking it rapidly with my tongue. She grabbed my head with both hands and screamed at the top of her lungs. Her body trembled in the throes of a violent orgasm. When it ended, her knees gave out; I caught her and lowered her down where I could hold her.

It was only a few moments before Megan's eyes opened, but it took a few more before they could focus on my face. "Wow," she breathed.

"You were pretty worked up before you ever got here," I observed quietly.

"I'd been—edging, a little, this morning," she told me. "And then you played me like a violin . . ."

She sat up, and I stood up. I undressed and sat down on the edge of the bed with my knees well apart. My prick was huge and throbbing. "Suck it," I ordered in a low voice.

Megan's face lit up. "Yes, sir!" she answered. She knelt between my legs and brushed her lips over my knob, her eyes locked on mine.

"Mmm, you want to return the favor," I observed.

"Yes, sir," she purred, her expression both mischievous and pleased. "Fuck me stupid, I love this dick." She caressed my cockhead with her lips, then opened her mouth and let her tongue explore it. I stroked her face and her hair with both hands. She purred, then stuck her tongue out further and began working me over with the metal ball in the center. I groaned at the unfamiliar sensation. I'm sure the piercing could have detracted from the experience, but she knew just how to use it. Megan pulled off at my groan and smirked up at me. "You like that, baby?" she purred. "You've never had a pierced tongue on your dick before, have you?"

"No," I admitted. She hummed with pleasure and wrapped her mouth around my knob. She sucked on it and ran her tongue all over it, teasing the tip with her piercing. She cupped my balls with one hand and fondled them gently as she slowly bobbed her head on my shaft, rubbing the piercing against it as she went. I could feel my cock swelling even more in her mouth as she blew me. When my balls began to retract into my body, she pulled down gently and pulled off. "How do you want me, Mr. Andrews?" Megan asked. Her tone was submissive, but there was a bubble of delight in it.

"Lie on your back and hang your head off the edge of the bed," I instructed her.

"Oooooooh, just what I wanted," Megan cooed happily, hastening to comply. "Come on, stud, fuck my throat with that beautiful man-muscle. I love it. Fuck my face and cum hard down my throat. Feed me your hot cream." She opened her mouth wide, and I slid back into her warm, wet cavern. She cupped my balls with one hand and laid the other on my hip. I pushed forward; when I hit the back of her throat, I could feel her swallowing me. I didn't stop until my balls were resting on her face. I paused a moment then, feeling her rippling her throat around my prick, before I started moving.

I fucked Megan's face with long, steady strokes; I could feel her pulling on my ass, trying to get me to move faster, but I didn't want to cum quite that quickly. I leaned forward and captured her bewitching mounds, pinching and pulling on their pierced brown tips; she groaned and gurgled around my driving shaft, and I could feel her swallowing harder. Her hips began to buck, but she kept her hands on me instead of reaching down to speed her own release. The sight of that got to me somehow, and I felt my balls ready to go. I buried my cock to the balls in her face with a groan; she swallowed frantically around it as I emptied myself into her throat.

When I was done cumming, I climbed up above Megan and pushed two fingers into her flowing cunt. I rubbed her G-spot and fastened my lips around her pearl, sucking on it like I was trying to suck a watermelon through a straw. She fondled my balls, wanked my half-flaccid prick, and cried out like a wild thing. She came fast and hard, rubbing her slippery quim all over my face.

I flipped myself over on my back, and Megan rolled half on top of me. She lay there for a few minutes kissing my chest and slowly wanking my prick as it gradually came back to life. "I need you inside me, Mr. Andrews," she said hungrily. "How do you want me?"

"Ride my cock," I told her. "I want to play with those perfect titties while you fuck me."

"Mmmmm, I like the sound of that," she purred. "Do you want me to get my little friend?" That was accompanied by a glance over at the nightstand.

"No," I said judiciously, "let's save that for later." When I might need the extra stimulation to keep going, I thought but didn't say. "Right now, all I want is your tight, wet cunt."

"I like the sound of that, too," Megan purred. She swing herself astride my hips and poised herself just resting on my prick. In a low, guttural voice, she groaned, "I've been dreaming of this for days . . . It's so fucking huge—I've never had one this big before—but—" To my astonishment, she didn't lower herself slowly, she just dropped, impaling herself totally on my spike in one swift motion. She threw back her head and shrieked like a hunting eagle. She took a deep, heaving breath, then screamed, "FUCK!" She writhed and ground herself against me, but—notably—didn't lift herself back off my dick.