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I drift around his bedroom a bit more, trying to scope out this angle or that, but finally I give up and take a seat on his bed. My shoulders slump with defeat because this is so frustrating! I actually went to the trouble of buying a spy cam, only to be thwarted by the fact that there’s nowhere to put it. Who would have guessed?
But as I sit on the bed, something in the adjoining bathroom moves and I startle silently. What the hell was that? I’m sure it was just a bird outside whose flutter of wings was caught in the bathroom mirror. Yet I go completely still and silent, my heart beginning to race as dread fills my veins because something tells me it wasn’t a bird. Sure enough, to my horror, who but Mr. Landry appears in the mirror. Even worse, he’s looking straight at me, those blue eyes piercing. Oh no! I’ve been caught red-handed and now, the shit is hitting the fan.
CHAPTER5
Brad
What the fuck is wrong with me? I was just getting into my town car for a night out, when I realized that I forgot my phone. Goddamnit. I suppose it happens to the best of us, and with a snarl, I turned around to head back into the townhouse.
My mood is sour because I don’t really want to see Gigi Carrera tonight. She’s a blonde I’ve hooked up with a couple times over the last few months, and it’s not that she’s terrible. Quite the opposite. Many men would give their right arms to be seen with Gigi, seeing that she’s an up-and-coming model who’s done campaigns for a bunch of different European fashion houses. It’s just that she’s not my type.
For one, I’m not really into women who are six feet tall, with the body of coat hangers. I understand that it means that clothes look good on them, and that they get paid exactly because they have these proportions, but it’s not really me. Instead, I prefer them about five two and curvy, if possible. Fuck me. How did my life come to this?
With a snarl, I unlock the front door, letting myself into the foyer of the townhouse. I’m just about to call out to Pais and Tatum, when I hear the girls giggling in the kitchen together. I stop short because I know my daughter. When she’s eating, it’s best not to distract Tatum because then she stops, and it can take quite an effort to get food in her mouth again.
As a result, I creep by the kitchen, making sure not to disturb them. Sure enough, my beautiful babysitter’s there, cuddling my daughter as they giggle together, their blonde heads bent close.
Immediately my cock hardens because if Gigi’s not my type, then Paisley’s exactly my type. My teenage babysitter is lush and curvy, with the innocent eyes of an angel, and the figure of a Botticelli Venus. As usual, she’s dressed in a baby t-shirt that highlights that generous bust as well as tight denim that shows off that narrow waist before flaring out into wide hips and a big behind. This is the kind of female body that I’m attracted to, and I have no idea why the fuck I’m going out with Gigi again. In fact, I have half a mind to call off my date tonight.
But instead, I frown and make my way up the stairs to my bedroom. Goddamn. I’m forty-year-old billionaire. I should be doing what I want, and yet here I am, about to waste some of my precious time going out with a gangly broomstick of a woman. Unfortunately, I know why, too. When I was younger, it was about being seen at the right places with the right people, and part of that was being seen with women that society generally considers “hot.” But these days? I snort. Now, I don’t give a fuck what other people think. I just want to put my daughter to bed before taking my babysitter hard and unprotected as she screams my name.
But therein lies the issue. Even though Paisley’s in college, I know she’s not eighteen yet and even I won’t cross that line. I may be an amoral motherfucker, but I’m not ready to become the next feature onAmerica’s Most Wanted. Instead, she mentioned something last time about her birthday coming up, and I’ve been meaning to make a call to the babysitting agency to discreetly inquire about her age. I’ll say something about providing a generous birthday bonus, or maybe getting our favorite babysitter a gift from my daughter. But of course, my true purpose is to find out whether Paisley’s finally crossed the threshold into legal adulthood – and total fuckdom.
Yeah, I’m an asshole that way. Feeling better, I make my way into my room before grabbing my phone from its charging station by the bed. Then, I head to the bathroom to take a leak before leaving, and stare into the mirror a bit. Yep, it’s still me. A handsome motherfucker with black hair, piercing blue eyes, and the body of a Greek god. I work hard for this shit, and as a result, at forty I’m in better shape than men half my age.
Suddenly, my ears prick when I hear a noise from outside. Was that the bedroom door snicking open? That seems strange because just moments ago, Paisley and Tatum were downstairs in the middle of dinner. Could they have finished dinner, and are now playing hide and seek? Still, that doesn’t seem the case. As a result, I stay motionless, waiting for the intruder to make herself known.
Sure enough, through the open bathroom door, I see Paisley sneak inside. The curvy blonde has no idea that actually, she’s not alone because I’m in the en suite. I should say something to make my presence known, but instead, I stay totally motionless because what the hell is my babysitter doing? She’s pacing around my bedroom, frowning while sizing up various pieces of furniture. This is fucking weird. I get that people snoop, but usually they’re opening your underwear drawer or rifling through the items on your nightstand. Instead, Paisley’s now lifting the cushion on the bay window seat, like she’s going to find a gift beneath it. What the hell?
I stay completely still and silent as she moves about my room like a creeper, inspecting various pieces of furniture. Is she thinking about stealing that huge armoire to sell it on eBay? It seems unlikely seeing that it’s about two tons and double her height. But then the beautiful blonde appears to give up, and plops down on my bed with her shoulders sagging. Whatever she was looking for, she obviously didn’t find it. Serves her right.
Still, the teenage girl is unbelievably gorgeous. Her tight t-shirt is a light pink color which highlights her plush pout, and those blonde curls fall in gentle waves about her shoulders. Her tits are huge, straining at the thin fabric, and I can even see the pebbles of her nipples through the cotton. Fuck, what size is she? Double D, at the very least, judging from the sway and heft of those melons.
Like an asshole, I reach down and free my member from my pants. It’s so sick to be doing this, but my babysitter turns me on and I can see Paisley’s reflection in the mirror, even if she hasn’t noticed me yet. Her cheeks are a rosy color, and as I watch, she tilts her head back, exposing the long, swan-like curve of her neck. God, she’s gorgeous.
Slowly, my fingers begin rubbing up and down my pole, the shaft hardening immediately from rubber to iron. It grows beneath my hand, with giant veins snaking up and down both the left and right sides, even as my balls lift towards my groin. Yet, I can’t take my eyes off of Paisley. She’s so gorgeous as she blows out another breath of exasperation, her fluffy blonde bangs flying up for a moment from the puff of air.
But then, Paisley startles as she looks straight in the mirror at my reflection. Oh shit, she’s seen me, and even worse, she clearly sees that I’ve got my shirt and pants open now, with my cock out. But do I stop stroking myself? Hell no. Instead, I keep my eyes glued to hers even as my palm continues to do its work, squeezing and tugging at my massive member.
Slowly, the girl’s blue eyes survey my broad shoulders before dropping down my bronzed chest to take in the six pack abs there. She licks her lips unconsciously, those innocent eyes going wide as her pupils dilate. But then her gaze drops even lower still, roving over the defined “V” of my hips before dropping all the way to my groin where I’m squeezing and tugging at my massive cock. By now, the head’s a glistening deep purple as I pull with firm, powerful strokes, emphasizing its long length and thick size.
Paisley’s mouth drops open as her breasts begin to heave with surprise and excitement. Her mouth opens and closes a few times, but no sounds come out, and I smile at her in the mirror. Or more accurately, I grin wolfishly, never breaking her gaze because I want the teenage girl to see what she does to me. I want her to observe how she makes me rock-hard, standing at a full ten inches as I envision those sweet lips sealed around the root of my shaft. I want her to know that she’s exactly my type, and that I’ll have her nude and on her knees soon enough, her pretty tongue outstretched to taste my come.
With that, my balls begin to rise. Oh shit, this fucked-up teasing has really gotten to me because usually I’m able to last quite a while. Hand jobs, especially self-hand jobs, are not my thing and I can’t even remember the last time I gave myself one. But having this pretty blonde witness my depravity totally changes the game, and now, my balls rise up towards my shaft, the seed already churning furiously inside. Pressure surges in my pelvis and then with a grunt and a powerful moan, I release. My cock jerks in my hand, the root pulsing wildly as the first shots of semen spray onto my chest and abs, leaving a splatter of viscous male seed.
Paisley gasps from the bedroom, unable to tear her eyes away from my pulsing cock. Another blast of semen arcs through the air, this one splattering on the marble ledge before pearlescent trails begin dripping into the sink. But there’s more to come and I grunt spasmodically as shot after shot of white fluid spurts from my raging dick, spraying onto the bathroom fixtures even as I continue staring at Paisley in the mirror. Her cheeks are flushed an almost tomato-red now, and I can see how her big breasts heave within the tight confines of her t-shirt. But it’s clear that she likes it, even if she’s still trying to process what’s happening, and in the back of my mind, I wonder if she’s ever been with a man before. Has anyone ever caressed those sweet tits? Sucked her nipples? Maybe licked her clit a little before stuffing her full of cock?
But there’s no opportunity to ask because when my shaft starts dribbling off, I reach down to squeeze my balls one last time, grunting as I milk out the last of my semen. A final long drip oozes out, dropping lazily to the bathroom floor, and for some reason, that shocks my beautiful babysitter out of her near-catatonic state. She jerks and bounces onto her feet, still staring at me in the bathroom mirror. Then, the curvy blonde turns on her heels and flees the bedroom, not bothering to shut the door behind her.
I grin sardonically, looking down at the mess I’ve made. Thank fuck Hilda comes tomorrow because this place looks like it just got hit by an enormous semen bomb, and my housekeeper’s going to have her work cut out for her. But now, I’ve broken another boundary with my sassy little babysitter, and even more, I know that Paisley likes it. She wants what she just witnessed, and I’ll find some way to give it to her on her eighteenth birthday.
CHAPTER6
Paisley
My heart races as I approach the massive townhouse. I can’t believe this is happening because just a few days ago, Mr. Landry caught me spying on him. But then, I saw what he was doing in the en suite, andhe didn’t stop touching himself even though he knew I was there. Hewantedme to see him masturbate. He wanted me to see that enormous cock, and how he sprayed all over the place, those handsome features drawn and tense as he stared at me in the mirror with hunger in his blue eyes.
So what the hell am I doing back? I got a last-minute summons from the agency requesting my presence at the Landry home, and to my surprise, I accepted. I know I should decline because of what happened. Mr. Landry is a perv who pulled out his cock in front of me, just like flashers do with their huge trench coats when you’re least expecting it. But in this case, I was the one snooping in his room, and even worse, I liked what I saw. But what’s going to happen tonight? Do we discuss the situation? Or do we pretend like everything’s normal?
