Chapter 03
The babysitter laughed at my desperation, the light and provocative sound echoing through the room. Without her blouse, with her firm and perfect breasts defying gravity, she advanced toward me. I froze, unable to react, as if my body had been taken over by some silent spell.
She approached slowly, her light steps on the carpet, her eyes staring at me with an intensity that made me feel small, vulnerable. The color of her eyes, a grayish blue almost supernatural, held me captive as if pulling me inside her. There was something predatory in them, as if she already knew I was lost.
Without saying a word, she climbed onto my lap, sitting on me with a confidence I had never seen. Her weight was light, but her presence seemed to crush me, leaving me breathless. I felt her warmth, the soft skin pressing against my shirt, and my body reacted before my mind could protest.
She leaned in, bringing her face close to mine, her hair falling around my face exuding the scent of my wife’s shampoo. Her lips curved into a mischievous smile, white and perfectly aligned teeth contrasting with the pink of her young mouth.
“I’m going to show you my babysitting services now, sir,” she whispered, each word dripping from her mouth like poisonous honey.
“What… what services?” I stammered, feeling my heart race, sweat breaking out on my temples, her scent enveloping me like an intoxicating perfume.
She bit her lip, leaning her torso forward so her breasts brushed lightly against my chest, the warm skin against the fabric of my shirt, making me gasp involuntarily.
“I know how to breastfeed… want to see?” she teased, without looking away, her eyes locked on mine, waiting for my response that would never come.
She didn’t wait for my response. With a firm movement, she held my head with both hands, her fingers digging into my hair, and pulled my face toward her exposed breasts. For a second, I tried to resist, my body tense, my mind fighting against the gravity of that absurd situation. But the warmth of her skin, the softness brushing against my lips, disarmed any remnant of sanity I might still have.
Her breasts touched my face, warm, firm, with that fresh soap scent she had just used in the shower. I felt the softness of her skin against my mouth, the delicate texture that moved slightly with each breath. Her nipples, rigid, pressed against my lips, small and soft, with that youthful tone that made me forget that this was wrong.
She sighed, a low and husky sound escaping her throat, as if that simple touch already made her sensitive. The tip of one of her nipples slid across my closed mouth, and I felt her body tremble slightly, as if each movement of mine was a small electric shock running through her body.
She arched her back, pushing her breasts even more against my face, the pressure increasing, her nipples now brushing lightly against my tongue, which I could no longer keep contained. I tasted the salty and slightly sweet flavor of her skin, the warm temperature that seemed to pulse against my mouth. My body gave in before my mind, and my lips opened instinctively, sucking hard, finally accepting what she offered.
“That’s it…” she whispered, her voice trembling, her fingers in my hair tightening harder, holding my head against her chest, as if she didn’t want to let me escape. “Just like that…”
My lips enveloped her nipple, my tongue swirling slowly around it, feeling the delicate texture, the firmness that hardened even more with each touch. I heard her gasp, her body writhing slightly on my lap, her hips pressing against my cock that was already hard, throbbing against the thin layer of fabric separating us.
She began to grind slowly on me, the movements smooth, almost lazy, while I sucked and licked her breasts as if that was the only thing in the world that mattered. She moaned softly, her breathing quick, her fingers still buried in my hair, and I felt her heat intensify, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her heart beating strong against my face.
She let out a broken sigh, her fingers still buried in my hair, holding my head firmly against her chest.
“Oh, daddy… are you liking your babysitter’s service?” she teased, her voice low and husky, loaded with malice.
I tried to respond, tried to say something, but every time I opened my mouth, she pressed her breasts against my lips, silencing me with that warm and soft skin, her hard and sensitive nipples that seemed to pulse on my tongue. My body had completely surrendered, and my heart was beating so hard that I was sure she could feel it.
She began to move restlessly on my lap, her hips grinding softly, seeking friction, the rubbing driving me crazy. One of her hands left my hair and slid down her own body, slipping over her smooth and firm belly, until it reached the point where her legs opened over me. When I realized what she was doing, my breath caught.
“Is there milk in this big bottle here?” she whispered, her eyes shining with a perverse gleam. “I need to see if it’s warm…”
“You’re a naughty girl…” I managed to reply, my voice coming out hoarse, almost a moan. My entire body was trembling with tension, and I no longer knew if I wanted to push her away or hold her tight.
She laughed, that low and provocative laugh that made me shiver from head to toe. Then, to my surprise, she got up from my lap, balancing on the sofa standing up, her strong and firm legs beside me. She looked down at me with that challenging gaze, and then, with a calm that drove me crazy, she slid her thumbs along the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down along with her panties.
I held my breath, my eyes following the movement, and what she revealed took my breath away. Her groin was smooth, without any hair, the pink and delicate skin, her small lips already moistened, swollen, parting slightly, as if inviting me to touch her. At the top, a small piercing shone, a silver jewel positioned right above her clit, a provocation that seemed to sparkle even in the dim light of the room.
She approached, and passing one leg over my shoulders, she positioned herself over my face without asking permission. Her warm and smooth skin rubbed against my stubble, and the strong and sweet scent of her arousal invaded my nostrils, an intense aroma that seemed to cling to my brain, numbing me.
She pressed her hips forward, forcing her swollen and wet lips against my mouth, and for a second I hesitated, my body rigid with tension, my mind fighting against the overwhelming desire. But when my tongue finally slid between her warm folds, tasting her salty and metallic flavor, like the first sip of blood in a fight, I felt a madness erupt from me.
My mouth opened completely, my lips closing around her as my tongue explored every curve, every crevice, feeling the heat dripping against my chin. She moaned loudly, her legs trembling over my shoulders, her fingers tangling in my hair with force, pulling, guiding my movements. She began to grind slowly, rubbing her swollen clit against my tongue, moving up and down in short, precise motions, her hips making small circles that left me dizzy.
I let my hands slide to her thighs, squeezing the firm flesh that trembled under my fingers, feeling the heat radiating from inside her. My lips slid downward, descending through her folds until reaching the point where her lips met, tight, warm, swollen, with the unmistakable taste of her lubrication mixed with the slight bitterness of sweat.
She arched her back, her moans growing, her voice breaking into nonsensical words, her fingers now almost pulling out my hair.
“Oh… like that… more… like that…” She gasped, her breathing short and ragged, her entire body trembling against my mouth.
I didn’t stop. My tongue slid even further down, exploring every inch, until it found the small ring of tight and warm muscle just below her entrance. I licked slowly, tasting the bittersweet flavor that mixed with her scent, the heat that seemed to radiate from her like a furnace. She moaned louder, throwing her head back, her hips now grinding uncontrollably against my face, rubbing her pussy and her ass on my tongue with a raw, desperate need.