How I Lost My Babysitting Job

I held it in my hand. "Uh... this is really embarrassing. Having you watch. Really embarrassing."

"I'll be kissing you. My eyes will be closed."

"No peeking?"

"I went to a lot of effort to get you naked and in my lap. Of course I'm going to fucking peek."

"Oh. Right."

My first time using a vibrator, and I was curled in the lap of a gorgeous, older man. Who had just fucked me senseless. This was a story I wasn't sharing with Missy. Or Megan. Ever.

I turned it on, one click. His hand shifted, and instantly my clit and slit wanted his hand back. That made it easier to try the vibrator. He'd known that, of course. I was so out of my league it wasn't funny.

Oh. Oh! Too much. Just... light pressure. That's... damn I wish it didn't buzz like that. I think it needs to be put a little to the side...

Oh.

Oh!

OH......

His lips brushed mine, then pulled back. Right... I had to kiss him. Over and over. Not exactly torture. I'd never really thought about who kisses who. I'd been kissed my share of times, usually briefly so the guy could check that item off and get to my boobs. Kissing was... I mean... Kissing is like asking, only you can get lost it in and it becomes begging. I wanted to kiss him nicely, so nicely, but I also wanted... needed... to do this vibrator because Ohhh... it was so nice when it was placed just there and moved just so...

This swiftly became maddeningly hot. My attention flying back and forth between his lips and my clit, and a reward whichever one I chose, but then the other would be calling...

I slid it in, just a little. Oh wow. That was different, that got everything... shaking... oh. Deeper? No, not supposed to. Oh, his lips. I licked them, slowly. Nicely. Teasingly. Being a bad girl was fun. His cock was hardening. That was... fascinating. I licked his lips, feeling the way my tongue tip made him harden.

His hand settled over my breast. I liked the way I filled his hand. He squeezed it, slowly and firmly, and my nipple ground against his palm. He hardened more.

My clit called, and I slid the vibrator back over to it. Oh gods. Suddenly my kissing went from asking to begging. My clit wanted... more. More shaking. More roughness. And I had to Ask. He made me Ask for everything, and I wasn't supposed to do that, so I tried not to Ask, and instead I ended up wanting him to just do things to me. What a dirty trick.

"Please," I whispered against his lips. "Can I try more?"

"Yes," he said. Another click... no, too much. To the side again. Just above. Just below. Oh shit right there, just on the edge of sliding in... I remembered to kiss him, and I put my arm around his neck and pressed my breast into his hand, and that made him stone hard. I squeezed down on his cock again, and rocked, very slightly. So slutty. And oh what that made happen in my clit! And I didn't have to think anymore, kissing him and teasing myself at the same time was easy now.

I pushed the vib in, slow and deep, and squeezed down on it.

"No," he said suddenly. He took it away from me. "Now I have to punish you again. Wrap both arms around my neck, but you're not allowed to kiss me. You have to leave your lips unresponsive, and leave your body like this, languid, unmoving... no matter what."

I shivered. He was cruel with a vibrator. That was going to be the worst.

But I was wrong.

Not kissing back was the worst. I lay there, trying not to respond and not to react, and the torment of my clit was so intense but my hindbrain was screaming "Kiss him back! Kiss him back! If you don't he'll think you don't like it and he'll move on. Kiss him back! You Have To Kiss Him Back Right Now!"

A minute. Two. Three. Then I sobbed out "I have to kiss you and come."

"I thought you were all orgasmed out?"

"Fuck you. I don't know anything anymore. Please. Please!"

"Kiss me. Don't come."

As I kissed him, he fucked me with the vibrator, stopped, fucked me again...

Then I was on the floor, between his knees, and my hair was gathered in his hand. He forced my mouth over his cock.

I gagged, and I had no idea how to do this, but I ached to please him, and I sucked frantically. After a minute, he growled and pushed me back off.

"Ok, you've got no fucking idea how to do that. We'll work on it. Luckily for you, you look so good trying that I'm still hard. Good think your pussy has more clues than your mouth does."

He pushed me over, on to my back, and slid down to a kneel between my legs. He hauled me up his thighs, by my hips until I was spread and open and right there for him.

"One more little game before you get pounded into the floor, beautiful. Take the vibrator and hold it against your clit, on high."

And as I did, be pushed his cock into me. Slowly. Very, very slowly.

It filled me, stretched me, and the angle of his cock pushed up against my clit from underneath, and the vibrator, and his anger, and my need-

"PLEASE RAPE ME!"

In and out, slowly, three times. I was dying, incoherent, pounding my fists against the floor, looking up at him with eyes that pleaded...

Then he was on top of me, both my wrists over my head and held against the floor by one massive hand; his other hand on my throat, gripping hard, and he took me so fast and hard I cried and came and cried more and came again, over and over...

--

His fingers traced my breast, slowly. "You ok?"

I gave a sick little giggle. "Dunno. Look for something small and squishy on the floor. I think you fucked my brains out." I paused. "Actually, doctor, it hurts."

"Where?"

I put his hand between my breasts. "My heart. You broke it. Fuck, that was melodramatic, wasn't it. But... I mean... a girl could get addicted to what you do. And I know I can't have it. What with... everything. Your family. Age difference. Everything."

He looked over me, slowly, taking his time. "You're nineteen. Finished high school. No college plans. Why is that?"

"I couldn't afford it. I mean, I could have scraped something together but I didn't know what I wanted and it was too much to spend on an Idunno."

"Hm." He pulled, gently, on a nipple. I gave a little whimper, and he smiled. "How were your grades in high school?"

"Stellar."

He raised an eyebrow.

"No, really. I know what the hair and tits say, but they're lying. High eighties in math, nineties in everything else. I rocked it."

He kissed my nipple, slowly. It ached a little. I smiled, and so did he.

"Let me put this in front of you. My receptionist is taking off in a month, off to California to get married. I have someone in mind for the position, but nothing is set in stone. You might work out ok. And I'll be clear: this is a job. You'll work, and it's work that requires a brain, unlike being a receptionist most other places. The pay is good. You'll also be what I want you to be, sexually. On demand. As it turns out, that isn't as scary as it sounds because I'm a busy doctor and it would be hard to squeeze in much during hours. After hours... well, we'll see what you can handle."

"Uh... we had a seminar on Unhealthy Workplace Practices. You just pretty much summed it up. Fucked by the boss... bad."

His hand slid down to my clit. Instantly I was licking and kissing his mouth. I was so fucking owned, and he knew it.

"Is this the interview?"

"You passed the interview. Now I'm checking references."

He bit my earlobe and held me down that way. He didn't bring me to orgasm; he just proved he could have. Ruthless bastard. I curled against him, just a little shattered.

"Your wife... she'll know."

"Maybe. She'll have to get another babysitter, too."

"Can I think about it? Five hours ago I was a good little girl. Suddenly I'm a sexy fuckable secretary love slave. It's kind of big."

He slapped me with his limp cock. "I've been told that."

"You're evil. Put that away. I don't think I can walk as it is."

"You're pretty safe. I'm done."

"You're done." I crawled across the floor to him, shivering. "Do you know how overwhelmed I feel?"

He curled me in. I kissed his chest, compulsively and slowly. "And I need to sleep," I added.

"I have the Jacuzzi going in the bedroom. Fifteen minutes in there will feel like heaven to you, and then you'll sleep very hard. I have to set the alarm and get you to the guest room by 6am, though."

"Isn't that angel of yours going to wake up at 4am?"

"I lied about that."

"Color me surprised. Help me up -- I left my backpack in the exercise room. And I think I want a quick rinse before I get into the Jacuzzi."

"Me, too."

We staggered downstairs. Exercise and rough sex... I was going to be a mess tomorrow.

We rinsed off, and I climbed out first. "Towels?"

"Cabinet behind you."

I pulled some out, then looked in a drawer for a hair scrunchy, forgetting for the moment that he wasn't likely to have any.

"Hey... I didn't know you had a dog."

"I don't. Never have."

I held up the collar and leash.

"You... weren't supposed to find that yet," he said, smiling.

"I wasn't sup..." Stunned silence, and then, in a very small voice... "Oh."

I was in so deep, and so, so, SO far over my head...