Chapter 9
Frank
Things were going far better than I could have thought. In the last week since Donna had come to be our nanny, I had won all of my cases. It wasn't that unusual, but it was getting noticed by the partners. Instead of them coming in, worried that I wasn't going to be able to do my job, now they were coming in with a bottle of bubbly and we were celebrating. This week had been a lot of celebrating and I didn't have to worry about rushing home, because I knew that Donna was in good hands.
The only downside to having a woman like Ashley in my house, was the fact that she wasn't mine. I had to look at her, notice her in those tight little shorts and little shirts that she wore, and I couldn't touch it. That was the hardest thing and it was starting to get to me. By Friday, it was all I could think about and when a couple of the partners asked me if I wanted to go to a club, I didn't disagree. I knew that there was going to be a lot of women around, and I was hoping that one of them would help take my mind off of things.
The club was not at all what I thought it was going to be. It was a new one in town, and it felt like more like a strip club then it did anything else. There were half naked women dancing around and my mind was a lot harder to work with when I was looking at tits and ass all over the place. The partners were encouraging me to pay one of them to come over to me and dance all over me, but I didn't think that I could actually handle it. It had been too long, and they had no idea who I had to live with.
“No, I think I'm going to be okay. I don’t see the point of these places.”
I never did get the idea of a strip club. The hot chicks dance all over you, get you hot and horny, and then what?
I was starting to think that it was the same situation that I had at home. Ashley didn't dance all over me, but she might as well have. I don't think that I would have been any more turned on if she had. Just seeing her in the morning, a cup of coffee being handed to me and Ashley wearing those tiny little short shorts, was enough to drive me crazy.
“Because then you go home and bang the hell out of your old lady, that’s why.”
Jacob stopped as soon as he realized what he said. I didn’t want it to go there, so I waved him off.
“All I got to go home to is a babysitter and I don’t think that she would let me bang it out with her. Though, she is a hot, little blonde college chick that would put any of these women to shame.”
“If that’s the case Frank, why the hell are you here?”
“Because she is the babysitter.”
“What a perfect situation.”
His words struck me, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. It was the perfect situation, until it wasn’t. I knew that I was going to have to keep my distance, but it didn’t mean that I wanted to.
A girl caught my eye after a couple of drinks and it was impossible for me to see that she looked a little like my little babysitter. Good or bad, I was suddenly into blondes all of a sudden.
***
“This is your house?”
“I sure hope so. As long as a key fits, right?”
The blonde next to me giggled a very high pitch sound and I just smiled at her. Apparently, I wasn't able to hold it anymore. Her name was Candy or Cantrell, something like that. I wasn't really sure, and I really didn't care. She was way too young for me, but I didn't care about that either. All I cared about was getting this feeling out of me. I have never wanted what I couldn't have before, and I can't say that I liked the feeling all that much.
“You're going to have to be quiet, I have a daughter upstairs.”
“Well then, we'll just have to do it downstairs Frankie.”
Seemed like perfect logic to me and I pulled her into the living room, not even thinking about if Ashley was up or not. It was late, and I figured that she was in bed.
The blonde with me was gorgeous and even though I learned rather quickly that she wasn't going to be any fun to talk to, but what I wanted to do didn't involve talking anyways. What I wanted to do was fuck the shit out of her, just like Jacob had suggested when we were at the club.
She started to say something in a rather loud voice, and I asked her if I was going to have to gag her.
“If you're into that sort of thing.”
I said it just joking, and her answer threw me off a little bit. She was going to kill my woody if she didn’t shut up. I wasn’t into that sort of thing at all.
“No, I'm not into that sort of thing. Take your clothes off and I'll show you what I'm into.”
I didn't even wait for the show, I just had to pull my pants down and unbutton my shirt a little bit. I didn't want to get anything on it, and I sat down on the couch waiting for her.
“You look ready.”
I shook my head that I was and then make a motion for her to come towards me. She started to straddle me, and I told her to turn around.
“I want to watch your ass clapping together as I slam you from behind.”
“Good, because I'm in the mood to ride you all night. You got a nice cock, nice and thick.”
I hadn’t heard that in a long time and again I wished she would just shut up. She was ruining it for me, but apparently my dick didn't care. I was at full staff and I don't think anything was going to beat it down. I had been thinking too much about Ashley with no relief. My body didn’t care what women I slide into, as long as I did soon. Ashley was making me crazy and the blonde in front of me was a temporary fix.
She turned around and I helped her down onto my rod. There was no foreplay, because there didn't need to be. We had done enough of that on the way over home. She was a little dry but after a few pumps inside over, she was wet enough for me to slide in with no problem. I grabbed her hips from behind and started to push up into her, my eyes were closed and the last thing I wanted to do was watch her ass at the moment.
What I wanted was satisfied action and it was going to come quickly. That meant that I had to ignore it for a little bit so that I would hear her orgasm as well. No matter how much I didn’t care about her name, I never wanted to leave a woman unsatisfied. That was a rule that had always served me well in the past.
After a few minutes, she had come a couple of times, but I wasn't getting enough friction. I wanted to slam into her repeatedly and I couldn't do it how I was position on the couch. She wasn't moving fast enough for me, and it was starting to irritate me.
I lifted her up and pushed her body forward until she braced herself against the coffee table. That put her right in front of me and I was able to grab her hips and pull her towards me as I thrust deeper and harder. I was unable to cover her mouth anymore, and her sounds were getting louder and louder. I didn't want to wake everybody up in the house, so I put a pillow in front of her and told her to bury her face in it.
“I’m going to really start fucking you now. Scream into that.”
That had her moaning and I felt a rush of fluid around my member. If I didn't know any better, I would think that the blonde really liked dirty talk. I gave her a little bit of it and she started to come again, my finger started to squeeze her nipple.
I lost myself at some point, lost what I was doing, and I don't know how I was ever going to rein myself back in. I was just coming inside of her, over and over again and there was nothing I could do to stop it. At one point, I thought I was going to come before, but it was only when I closed my eyes and started to picture her as Ashley, that I was able to finally get it out.
I groan loudly as I filled her with my spunk. It had been too long for me, way too long and that was evident by the strong feeling that came over me. I was still trying to ignore the fact that I'd been thinking about my babysitter when I came.
Hearing a noise beside me, I jerked out of her suddenly and looked to the left. Ashley was standing there, and I could see the look of shock on her face. She had a glass in her hand and it was half full. I don't know if she was coming or going, or how long she had been looking at us, or what she was thinking, but I could see something akin to lust in her eyes.
She turned away with a red face and I was hopeful that I hadn’t said her name out loud.
But if I had, would that turn her on like it did me?