It was ten past twelve when Carl finally arrived home. As the headlights of his Mercedes turned into the drive, Nikki pushed her tits up, making sure she was showing just enough cleavage to get his attention when he walked in the door. She tousled her auburn tresses and waited.
“Oh! Hi, Mr. McKade,” she greeted him in the living room.
“Hi, Nikki. Sorry it’s so late,” Carl apologized, hanging his coat on next to the front door.
“Oh, it’s okay, Mr. McKade.”
“How were they?” Carl asked of his kids.
“Good,” Nikki told him. “Lucy fell asleep early.”
“And Gage?”
“He went to bed around nine,” Nikki assured him.
Nikki stood close to Carl, shoving her young, supple breasts in his face as she lingered. She could tell he was trying not to look down at her yearning body.
“How’d the dinner go?” Nikki inquired of his client meeting that evening.
“Good,” he replied, loosening his tie and sliding it out from under his collar. “I think it went well.”
Nikki’s young body shuttered in sexual curiosity as Carl unbuttoned his collar. She always wondered what he looked like under his shirt and often fantasized about running her fingers over the taut planes of his forty-year-old chest.
“Are you in a hurry to get home?” he asked her.
“No, sir,” she replied. “Why?”
Carl laughed under his breath. “Call me Mr. McKade, please. My father is Sir.” He smiled at her and patted her head as he walked past. “I’ve had a long night, Nikki. I’d really like to pour myself a drink and relax for a few minutes before I take you home.”
Carl made his way to the kitchen and pulled a glass from the cabinet. Looking at Nikki, he grabbed another tumbler and motioned to her.
“You look like you could use one, too,” he said, shooting her his sexy smile.
“Well,” she hesitated, “it has been a long night. But, I’m only eighteen, Mr. McKade. I don’t think I should be drinking.”
“Oh hush,” he stopped her, setting her glass on the counter next to his. “It’s only one drink. You’ll be fine.”
Carl disappeared into the pantry and returned with a bottle of Jack Daniels. He poured two glasses half-full and offered one to Nikki. She joined him in the kitchen, taking her drink and smiling.
“Thanks,” she said sweetly.
Carl watched her as she lifted the glass to her cute little mouth and caught a whiff of its contents. She buckled her brow and pursed her lips.
“Whew!” she cringed. “Smells strong.”
Nikki looked at Carl-who lifted his glass and sipped on his drink-and she reluctantly mirrored him. Trying not to spit back into her glass, she forced a smile as she swallowed her Jack Daniels.
“So,” Carl eased into conversation. “What grade are you in now, Nikki?”
She was disappointed he didn’t remember. After all, she had been babysitting for Mr. McKade for two years now.
“I’m a senior,” she reminded him. “I graduate next month.”
“That’s right,” he nodded, taking a second swig. “You’re almost grown up.”
Carl’s eyes fell to her pert breasts peeking out above her low-cut tank top. He licked the alcohol from his lips and sighed. It made Nikki nervous when he looked at her that way. This wasn’t the first the time. He had been staring at her longer lately; gazing into her eyes, watching her mouth when she talked, looking down at her perfect young tits. He made her heart race and her teenage panties warm when he did that. She just wished he would stop ogling over her and kiss her already.
“How long have you been working for me?” Carl asked. He always forgot. He was so busy.
“Two years,” she reminded him again, taking a sip of her awful drink. “Since your wife died.”
“Oh. Yeah.” Carl mumbled, swallowing his entire drink in one gulp.
Nikki realized she hit a sore spot. She set her drink down and placed her hand on Carl’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I know it’s been hard. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“It’s okay,” he assured her, rubbing her hand. “We should probably call it a night.”
A deep sigh escaped Nikki’s lips. She was so close. Why did she have to say that? Nikki knew that though Carl never mentioned it, he was still grieving. He had never taken the time to heal from his wife’s death. He just buried himself in work, which is why she had practically been raising his kids for the past two years.
Nikki caressed Carl’s hand. “I’m really sorry, Mr. McKade.”
“It’s fine,” he reassured her. “Let’s just get you home.”
Carl let go of Nikki’s hand and walked over to the front door to get his coat. He couldn’t let Nikki see how much she had affected him. It wasn’t sadness over his wife’s death that he was feeling as she consoled him in the kitchen; instead, it was a deep sexual longing growing inside his pants. Her soft touch had aroused his cock and reignited a fire deep inside him. He tried to shake it off, but his trousers continued to tighten around his swelling erection.
“How much do I owe you?” he asked, reaching into his coat pocket still hanging near the door.
“Nothing,” Nikki whispered, a little too close.
Carl turned around to find Nikki standing right behind him, smiling sensually. The sight of her cute pink pout sent chills up his thighs. Oh, the things he would do to that sexy little mouth. She placed her hand on his shoulder again.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said softly. “You don’t owe me anything, Mr. McKade.”
“Don’t be silly, Nikki,” he replied, thumbing through the wad of money in his hand. “How much?”
Nikki licked her lips and paused. Carl took notice and his cock swelled rock-hard.
“Put your money away, Mr. McKade,” she started.
“Carl — ” he interjected, shifting inside his trousers. “You can call me Carl.”
“Sure,” she giggled. “Look, Carl,” she nodded, smiling, “keep your money this evening. If you want to make it up to me some other time, then I’m sure we can work something out.”
Carl’s mind was racing. His huge erection was stealing all the blood from his brain and the only thing he could think about was bending her over the sofa and taking her ripe little teenage pussy right then and there.
Nikki looked up at him with her big brown eyes. She wanted it, too. He could tell. They exchanged a smile. Carl saw the hunger in her eyes, the yearning in her tiny pert tits, the come-hither lick across her lips. She was taunting him, teasing him. Carl put the money back in his coat pocket and grabbed his bulging erection through his trousers. Gripping it for Nikki to see, he made a suggestion.
“Whataya say I make it up to you right now?”
Nikki looked down and caught a glimpse of Carl’s huge cock, swollen and hard inside his pants. He held it in his hand, offering it to her. The sight of his excitement gave her the warm tingle between her thighs. Her panties soaked with anticipation.
“Mr. McKade,” she whispered devilishly, pulling him closer to her. “That’s exactly what I had in mind.”
Carl rubbed the length of his shaft to show her just how big he was. The outline of his plump head pressed firmly against the fabric of his trousers, just below the button. She could see the strain in the fibers as his throbbing dick begged to be unleashed.
“Have you ever been with a man before?” Carl asked.
Though Nikki had slept with a few teenage boys from her school, she had never been with a man. Not a real one. Mr. McKade was more than twenty years older than her. He was a man. He had hair on his chest and a huge cock in his hand. Nikki couldn’t wait to explore.
“They’ve all been boys,” she giggled coyly. “So far.”
Nikki’s lips were inches from Carl’s. She breathed deep, hoping he would kiss her. His breath was sweet with a lingering scent of Jack Daniels. Closer and closer, their bodies moved toward one another until Carl was thrusting his body against hers, shoving his erection between her thighs.
“Do you think you could handle a real man?” Carl inquired.
“The question is, could you handle me, Mr. McKade?” Nikki shot him a hungry stare. One that lasted a little too long.
Carl wasted no time snaking his hands all over Nikki’s tiny body, clinching her hips and pulling her in by her waist.
“The things I would do to you,” he whispered.
“Well, nobody’s stopping you, Carl,” she taunted.
Nikki looked him dead in the eye and challenged him to take her already. He paused for a moment, then kissed her with a passionate yearning, clawing at her top and pulling her tits out. Their tongues tangled hastily, each wanting from the other to fulfill a desperate desire and their forbidden fantasies.
Carl clenched her supple tits in his hands, rubbing his thick thumbs over her sensitive nipples as they hardened under his touch. Her body melted as he squeezed handfuls of her tender mounds passionately. She loved the way he took control and took what he wanted.
“Oh, yes, Carl,” she whimpered, arching her back and shoving her tits into his hands. “Show me how a real man does it.”
Carl groaned under his breath. She had challenged him again. His hands fell down to her ass as he gripped her hard and scooped her up.
“You wanna be man-handled?” he moaned, kissing her neck and chest hungrily. “Is that it?”
Nikki nodded, wrapping her legs and arms around Carl as he carried her toward the sofa. His swollen cock was pressed hard into her crease. She was wet and wanton, her body begging to be taken by him. Carl ravaged her with lustful kisses, backing up until they reached the couch. He pressed her body against the back of the sofa and hurriedly unbuckled his trousers.
Nikki reach down, running her dainty hands over the tender skin of his throbbing tip as it peeked out. He was moist and hard. She rubbed his plump head, sliding her fingers along his shaft as his pants fell to his ankles.
“You’re so big, Mr. McKade,” she noticed.
“That’s what a real man feels like,” he told her.
Nikki’s curiosity didn’t stop in her fingers. She looked down between their bodies to witness the size of his huge cock resting in her hand. Stroking him slowly, she pumped out his pre-cum. She knew Carl was excited and it made her clit throb. But first, she wanted to taste him.
“And how does a real man taste?” she asked, kissing him sensually as she locked eyes with him and slid down his body to her knees.
Gripping his shaft, she guided his tender head between her soft pink lips. Kissing his tip, she massaged it lightly with her tongue, licking his pre-cum.
“Mmm…” she moaned.
Nikki looked up at Carl. He had a fire in his eyes that she had never seen before. Teasing him with her stare, she parted her lips and wrapped her mouth around his head. A deep sigh escaped Carl’s lips as he anticipated the warmth of her succulent mouth. He placed his hands on her shoulders and thrust himself into her puckered pout.
“Oh, Nikki,” he groaned, shoving his cock down her throat.
Nikki swallowed Carl’s fat cock all, inching down his shaft until every swollen inch of his mammoth erection filled her warm mouth.
“Fuck,” he moaned again, sliding his wet cock from her tight lips. “You really are a woman now, aren’t you?”
Nikki didn’t answer. Instead, she gripped his dick and massaged it with her tongue, circling around his shaft and sucking his bulbous head. Nodding at him with her eyes to assure that she was a woman, Nikki shoved his cock back inside her mouth and stroked him with her lips. Moaning in ecstasy, she fucked his manly cock with her sweet teenage mouth.
Carl thrust his cock into her face, pulling her in by her shoulders. Nikki loved the way he guided her to his pleasure. She could feel his cock swelling as he pumped his flesh into her gap. She sucked him until he was about to explode. His cum was building pressure inside his shaft and leaking from his tip. She lapped it up, pleading for him to shoot his load into her mouth by teasing him with her tongue.
Carl was about to explode. Nikki’s sweet little mouth stroking his rock-hard cock was the first time he had been touched in a long time. In fact, it had been two years. The sensation of another woman’s touch had been a distant thought until now. And wow, was Little Nikki the Babysitter doing a fantastic job at reintroducing him to his dormant needs.
“Nikki,” he moaned softly.
She pumped her mouth faster, trying to fulfill his desires. But the thought of shooting his load in her mouth without fucking her tight little pussy first was not an option.
“Nikki,” he said again, this time more assertively.
Nikki pulled his juicy dick from her mouth and looked up at him. “Yes, Mr. McKade?”
Carl pulled Nikki up quickly and swung her around, shoving her against the sofa back. Hastily, he pulled her jeans down, taking her soaked panties with them. Peeling them down her thighs, he stroked his throbbing cock in one hand, while sliding his other between her legs.
“I’m gonna show you what I real man feels like,” he whispered, slipping his fingers inside her slit to feel her tenderness. She was so soft and warm, dripping with excitement. Exploring the moist passage between her thighs, his fingers slid between her wet lips and found her pussy.
“Oh, Mr. McKade,” Nikki squealed as he shoved his fingers inside her.
Prepping her tight little hole, Carl finger-fucked her to get her teenage juices flowing. Glazing his fingers, she stuck out her ass and gripped him with her throbbing cunt.
“You want me to fuck your tight little pussy?” Carl groaned. “Can you take it like a woman?”
Nikki nodded, gripping the sofa. Carl pushed her upper body forward, bending her over the back of the couch and exposing her ripe pink cunt.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned under his breath. “Your pussy is so fucking wet.”
Carl slipped his fingers through her wet slit, feeling her soaked skin and throbbing tenderness. She made him so hard. Gripping his shaft tightly in his other hand, he pulled her lips apart and guided his plump head toward her pleading hole. He could feel the heat from her pussy pulling him in. Closer and closer.
Carl spread her lips with the tip of his cock, took a deep breath and shoved his cock deep inside Nikki with one solid stroke. She squealed, bucking into his thrust as she took every inch of his swollen girth. She was so tight. So wet. So hot. She didn’t feel like a young girl at all. Nikki was every bit the woman she claimed to be. Feeling her tender grip around his shaft as he plunged inside her, he groaned in ecstasy.
“Mmmm, Nikki.”
“Oh yes, McKade!” she screamed, reaching back and pulling his hips toward her. “Fuck me like a man!”
Her words sparked a new motivation to prove his manhood. He was no teenage boy. His cock was bigger, harder and had more stamina. He wanted to show her how a real man would take a woman, not how a teenage boy would fuck his girlfriend. If Nikki wanted a man, Carl was going to show her how it was done.
Carl grabbed Nikki by the hips and pulled her ass into him, driving his shaft deep into her again. Her knuckles were white as she clung to the sofa, bracing herself for his long, deep strokes into her swollen pussy. He retreated, sliding his dick from her pink tenderness, then rammed her again, hard and fast.
“Oh!” she squealed, holding herself against the sofa. “Yes, Mr. McKade!”
He slammed his cock into her drenched cunt again and again, feeling his shaft massage against the firm walls of her ripe teenage pussy. Her petite little body was bouncing under him, her hair was wild with excitement.
“You like that, Nikki?” Carl groaned, plunging to her depths again. “Take my fat cock! This is what a man feels like.”
Carl slapped her round little ass, gripping a handful of her luscious derriere as he fucked her from behind. Thrusting between her cheeks, he mounted her sweet ass, fucking her sopping pussy hard and fast like a jack-hammer. She gave her hips to him, spreading her thighs for him to smack his body into hers with force. He had a point to prove.
“Oh, yeah! Fuck me, Mr. McKade!” Nikki taunted.
Nikki swallowed him whole. His firm flesh pounded her tight pussy over and over again, spilling her juices down her thighs. She was moaning and squealing, enjoying every minute of his grind. But she was too loud. She might wake the kids. Carl reached up from behind and placed his hand over her mouth. It only made her wilder.
“Shhh…” Carl tried to hush her as he thrust forward, pumping her full of his cock.
She squealed under his grip. The possibility of getting caught and having to keep quiet just made Nikki buck back harder. She was so wet. His hand over her mouth was turning her on; which, in turn, turned Carl on even more. He swelled inside her, pumping himself to fruition.
“Mmm, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned.
Nikki pushed his hand away.
“Not without me,” she begged.
“You’re so fucking wet, Nikki,” he groaned. “I’m gonna cum.”
Nikki reached down and started rubbing her clit. Her pinkness swelled inside, gripping his engorged cock. She rubbed hard and fast, igniting her pleasure juices. As they cascade down and saturated Carl’s thick flesh, he lost his load and pumped his cum deep inside Nikki’s teenage cunt.
“Oh, fuck!” he moaned, filling her hole with his load.
“Oh yes,” she screamed, cumming with him. “Yes, Mr. McKade!”
Carl gripped her ass and shoved his hips into her as his muscles tensed up. His legs were trembling. His cock was exploding. It felt so fucking good to finally fuck someone again.
Nikki’s body fell limp against the sofa, still swallowing every inch of his love muscle. She was dripping with orgasmic juices, trying to catch her breath. Brushing the hair from her face, she looked back at Carl, who was still inside her.
“I’ll have to hand it to you, Mr. McKade,” she giggled. “I’ve had sex before, but I have never been fucked.”
Her smile turned devilish again.
“Until now,” she concluded.
Carl pulled his throbbing cock from her pussy and pulled up his pants. Tucking himself away, he took one last glance at her teenage pussy. Man, he could fuck her again right now. He was starting to swell again just thinking about it.
Nikki pulled up her panties and fastened her jeans. She turned to him, kissed his cheek and made her way to the kitchen.
“I could use that drink now,” she joked, picking up her Jack Daniels and taking a swig.
“I think I should probably get you home now,” Carl told her.
“Is that what you really want?” Nikki asked, arching her brow as she glanced down at his cock. “Because I could stay, Mr. McKade. If you wanted me to.”
Carl thought about it for a moment. He would love to fuck her again. That tight, wet little pussy. Nikki was going to be his weakness and he knew it.
“Uh — “ he fumbled for words. “I — uh — “
Carl took one look at her hot little ass as she turned away from him and caved. He hurried into the kitchen, grabbed Nikki with passion and picked her up.
“Oooh, Mr. McKade,” she squealed, wrapping her arms around him and giggling.
“Ready for round two?” he asked, setting her on the counter.
He yanked his pants back down hastily, clawed at her jeans and guided his fat cock back into her young pussy.
“Oh, Carl,” she laughed, kissing him all over. “I thought you’d never ask!”
V.R. Dunlap
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