Babysitters Erotica Collection(36)

“You’re crazy,” I whispered. I could almost feel my deep hate for the man shoot off from my eyes.

“I’m not. I just want to fuck you,” he answered. “So what do you say, Jessie? We could do it right here, and every time I want. You don’t have to do anything. You simply come to me when I call you, and I promise you your racy photos will never see the light of day.”

I laughed. “How do I know you really have those photos of me? I think you’re perfectly capable of lying.”

The boss’s eyes bore into me. “Do you really want to know if I have them?” he asked softly.

I got his point right away. I didn’t say anything. I eyed the boss shrewdly. Okay, so he’s an old goat, but he’s a rich old goat. Plus he always looks clean and freshly showered. The thought of me having sex with my old next-door neighbor was too gross to swallow, but what choice did I have? Much as I didn’t like to admit it, he had me in his power now. I swallowed. Am I really going to agree to his terms and conditions?

“Okay,” I said after a long pause. “I’ll have sex with you, and you make sure those videos and photos never get anywhere.”

The old goat nodded and got to work right away. As if some signal had gone off inside his head, he stripped off his clothes immediately. I admit I was nervous as I saw him shed those stiff-looking clothes off. I didn’t know what was going to happen.

I didn’t have to wonder long. The boss stripped down until he only had his briefs on. It was hard not to miss the huge bulge protruding from between his legs. He began to breathe noisily, and for a moment, I had to stop myself from laughing out loud. It was just so silly.

“You don’t say or do anything, Jessie,” the boss instructed. He leaned close until the tips of my breasts were touching his chest. We were practically the same height, making things easier for him. He stroked my cheek with his thumb. He leaned closer until his face was a mere inch from mine. His tongue flicked out and ran over my lips and chin. He smiled.

“I’ve been wanting to do that a long time,” he said. When I didn’t say anything, he licked my lips and chin again. “Well, Jessie, let’s get started. I call the shots. Remember that, or else.” His hand brushed against my pussy for a few moments. Despite my loathing for the boss, I began to get aroused when his hand lingered on my pussy. Sex is still sex, after all.

The boss got down on his knees in front of me. He didn’t do anything at first; he simply wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my flat belly. I stood rigidly, trying not to move as muscle as I was told. But there was something incredibly erotic about the position. I’ve never had a man do that to me before. Also, the boss’s nose and lips were almost at level with my pussy. I imagined him sniffing and smelling me there. The thought amped up my erotic levels, and I felt my pussy begin to get wet. It’s starting, I thought.

As if on cue, the boss began to move. He removed his arms from my waist and placed his hands on my hips. He buried his face on my belly, inhaling softly. His stubbles were sharp, but they added to my growing arousal. I struggled to keep still as my pussy shot off another load. My panties were getting sticky, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Not that I wanted to stop it.

The boss rubbed my hips first. Next, his hands went to my buttocks, where they grabbed handfuls and squeezed vigorously. A moan escaped from my lips before I could stop it. As soon as it was out, I froze for a moment. Then I realized, why should I be embarrassed? The boss was going to see all of me, anyway. Might as well leave the so-called embarrassment behind as early as possible.

I didn’t know whether the boss heard my moan or not, because he didn’t stop what he was doing. He couldn’t seem to get enough of my ass. After a few more frantic squeezes, his hands roamed again, this time on my stomach. He played with my navel for a bit. He even ran his tongue inside it. I moaned again. I was really aroused now. The wet, sticky spot on my panties seemed to be growing larger every second.

The boss knew what he was doing. He was so precise. His hands reached up and grabbed my breasts. He pulled, as if he was testing them. I cried out because it hurt a little. He pulled harder, but I kept my mouth shut this time. He ran his large yet surprisingly gentle hands over them, making my erect nipples even more erect, rubbing them into overwhelming hardness. The sensation became very intense in a few moments. I couldn’t take it anymore. I began to moan like crazy, and my hips seemed to have a life of their own. They moved, bucked, and began to sway. It was then that I completely let go of my inhibitions. Griping and whining about having sex with the boss wasn’t going to get me anywhere, so I might as well enjoy the whole encounter.