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“Deeper,” Natalie moans as I plunge into her sticky twat. “Oh yes, Brad.” I oblige, hoisting her knees up before drilling hard into that tiny cunt. “Ooooh,” she moans, her lashes fluttering shut. “That feels amazing.”
To be honest, even though Natalie’s a very attractive blonde, she’s not the blonde I’m thinking about right now. Instead,thatparticular blonde is downstairs in my living room at this very moment, perched on the seat of my ten-thousand-dollar designer couch. Yes, my young, nubile, teenage babysitter is the woman that I actually want, and I close my eyes while pushing once again into Natalie’s twat, pretending that it’s Paisley beneath me.
“Ooooh,” Natalie moans. “Eee!”
Unfortunately, her cries are a bit high and reedy, and they grate on my nerves. As a result, I amp up the fucking just to get it over with. It’s so raunchy and forceful that I’m practically hammering the woman into my mattress now.
“Unnh!” Natalie screams. “Oh Brad!”
Then, the woman shatters around my cock, her thin form convulsing like a crazy person as her eyes roll back in her head, showing the whites. The arches of her feet flex and curve painfully, almost turning inwards on themselves as she opens her mouth and lets out another high-pitched scream.
“Brraaaaaad!” comes her wail. “Oooooh!”
Meanwhile, my hips continue to piston like a locomotive going full-speed but it’s no use. Natalie isn’t going to do it for me. Instead, I pull my cock out of her still-clamping twat and instead, squeeze myself with my hand a few times, closing my eyes to visualize Paisley’s sweet features. Mmmm, those plush pink lips and those big blue eyes. Not only that, but the teenage girl’s got a body that was made for sin, and I can’t help but wonder if she’s let a man touch her yet because I desperately want to be her first. It’d be mind-blowing to have Paisley shatter around me, crying out my name as she tastes her first piece of dick.
The fantasy is so vivid that with a giant grunt and almost-vicious tug on my member, I ejaculate hard all over Natalie’s skinny body. The viscous ropes of come spray over her breasts and belly, some of it rolling down to seep into that space between her legs. Meanwhile, my date mewls with pleasure, cupping her breasts together to receive the load.
“Mmm, yes,” Natalie purrs. “Give it to me, big boy.”
A few more spurts, and the flow begins to dribble off. I prop myself on my arms above Natalie, panting hard as my balls pulse, dripping out the last of my seed.
“Fuck,” is my grunt.
Natalie merely giggles and nestles her head further onto the pillow, getting comfortable.
“You want to go again, Brad? I don’t have to get up early tomorrow morning for my modeling shoot. It’s going to be a late call time, which means I have plenty of time for you tonight, big boy.”
But I shake my head.
“Nah, you better get your beauty sleep,” I growl before backing up and standing up. “I wouldn’t want for you to look raggedy or tired tomorrow during work. Here,” I say, reaching down onto the ground to pick up her cocktail dress and panties before tossing them casually at the woman. “I’ll call you a car. It should be here in fifteen.”
I can tell Natalie’s stunned because how many men kick a gorgeous model out of their bed after some steamy shenanigans? But that’s the kind of asshole I am, and I step into the shower stall to get clean. Fortunately, when I come out with a towel wrapped around my bronzed form, Natalie’s already vacated. Good. Even the whiff of her perfume is no longer detectable, and I nod, grimly satisfied. She wasn’t really my type, even if I was the one who asked her out and fucked her silly.
But now, it’s time to deal with my babysitter. Still wrapped only in a fluffy white towel, I grab my wallet and head downstairs. Sure enough, Paisley’s perched on the edge of the couch staring up at me with wide blue eyes. Her mouth drops open momentarily as she takes in my bronzed chest, not to mention the trail of hair arrowing towards my groin, but then she leaps to her feet, her blonde ponytail bouncing as she scrambles for her bag.
“Oh um, your guest just left,” she manages in a choked voice while stuffing papers into her backpack. “It was a great night, Mr. Landry. Tatum was wonderful. She ate all her fish fritters and we read a Disney book before going to bed. She fell asleep around eight, so she’ll be up bright and early tomorrow morning.”
Paisley doesn’t meet my eyes as she scrambles for her stuff, even though her cheeks are a bright pink. I know she heard me and Natalie going at it, the same way she’s heard me and my dates every single time she babysits. Another man would be ashamed, but I’m not another man, so I merely shrug before holding out some cash.
“Thanks for your help,” I say in a low voice. “Are you available again next Friday?”
My blonde babysitter grabs the bills and hurriedly stuffs them into the back pocket of her jeans. I can’t help but notice how her sweater hugs her big breasts, and how she’s got a narrow waist that flares attractively into wide hips, currently covered by skin-tight denim.
“Um, let me think,” Paisley babbles, still unable to meet my eyes. “I’ll have to check my schedule, but maybe. My birthday’s coming up, you see, and I might have something on the calendar but maybe not. I’ll let you know,” she chatters before letting herself out the front door. “Bye Mr. Landry! Have a good night!”
Right before the door closes, she looks up to meet my blue gaze, and we both stop for a moment as electricity arcs in the air between us. The sexual attraction between me and this teenage girl is something fierce and I’m just about to say something when Paisley’s eyes slide down my bronzed body as she swallows hard. The beautiful woman’s hungry for me, and I wonder if tonight’s finally going to be the night, seeing how her nipples are stiff and how I can practically smell her sweet cunt from where I stand. But then Paisley eyes become saucers as she stares at my legs. Her jaw drops, her mouth opening and closing like a soundless fish for a moment.
“Like what you see?” I chuckle.
She merely shakes her head and jumps back before shutting the door and scuttling down the front stoop of my townhouse. I stand there for a moment in silence, wondering what the hell just happened. But one glance downwards shows me the source of her consternation. My dick tip’s hanging well below the hem of my towel, and the purple helmet bangs against my knee. He’s in fine form, I see, because there’s even a trace of slick on the blunt tip, and as always, my shaft is veiny and articulated. Oh yeah, the beautiful babysitter just got an eyeful of my huge anaconda, and even better, I can tell that Paisley wants it.
Chuckling, I nod to myself because she mentioned that her birthday’s on the horizon, which can only mean one thing: soon, the sweet girl is going to turn eighteen, and then all bets are off because I’m going to claim the nubile blonde for myself.
CHAPTER3
Paisley
