CHAPTER FIVE
Mandy
It wasn’t awkward at all. It should have been but it wasn’t for whatever reason. Because after I licked the sperm off his hand, Mr. Parker chuckled deep in his chest.
“Baby girl,” he rumbled. “You are one dirty slut.”
And the words should have made me angry, should have repulsed me but instead, they turned me on, made my pussy cream again even though I’d just gushed hard into the tub.
“I know, Mr. Parker, I know,” I whispered, looking up at him through my lashes. “And my slutty cunt wants you, wants your cock inside,” I murmured, the words slipping through my lips like honey. Oh my god, was it me saying that sentence? Saying unbelievable dirty phrases that made both him and I jerk, snap alert?
But yeah, it was me, and my body went with it. I was possessed, a new woman, ripe and sexy, and for the life of me I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. Mr. Parker was hard again, and that huge rod was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Thick and solid, jutting out from his waist at ninety degrees, bobbing slightly and just inches from my face. There’s nothing that can prepare you for how big a dick is in real life, veins throbbing vividly, pole shaking with each pound of blood.
And oh fuck, but I wanted to taste it. I wanted to feel it in me, feel it take me deep, hard, make me cry out with ecstasy, a slave to him. So I pleaded with my eyes and my words.
“Please Mr. Parker, please?” I said breathily, brown eyes wide.
But the big man just chuckled.
“Naw, not tonight sweetheart,” he rumbled. “Water must be getting cold and your parents are gonna wonder where you are.”
The word “parents” brought me back to reality with a jolt. Oh my god. My parents. Trish and Jim would be shocked to find out that their dear daughter, class valedictorian and budding college student was currently acting out her dirtiest fantasies with their trusted neighbor, a family man.
“But I haven’t had you inside me yet,” I whispered, blushing.
And dark streaks materialized across Mr. Parker’s cheekbones, chest and abs going tight, dick jerking involuntarily.
“Is that what you want?” he rasped hoarsely as a big hand reached out and stroked my hair. “Is that what you want baby girl?”
And like a kitten with its master, I mewled slightly, rubbing my head against that big palm. God, it felt good to be so wanton, the heat from his hand scorching me, nerve-endings going crazy just from this one touch. And the new me went for it.
“It is what I want,” I breathed, looking up at him with wide caramel eyes. “Please, Mr. Parker, please,” and for good measure, I shook my titties at him, the huge white orbs swaying in the water, bobbling to the surface as I teased. One small hand went up to trace a nipple softly, running in circles around the hard tip. “Please?” I murmured again.
And his blue eyes darkened to black, gleaming. But this was an alpha male with perfect control over his body and he merely rumbled in his throat, running a ringlet through his big fingers, pulling lightly at a curl.
“Naw, baby, this isn’t the time. We don’t want the whole town knowing that something’s up and if you come home late smelling of sex, the Junior League is gonna be talking about it. So upsy-daisy, come on, we’ll do it another time, a real date.”
And with that, he stepped back, grabbing a huge, fluffy white towel from the rack and holding it open before me. I was disappointed sure, but my heart jumped at the word “date.” Did Pete mean me and him together, getting to know each other, the real thing?
And he chuckled deep in his throat, reading my mind.
“I don’t think we should use labels just yet, honey,” he growled. “But why don’t you come over and babysit for Violet again tomorrow? I’m a single man who needs help with my daughter, and it’s the perfect cover, you’ve been sitting for us for years. I promise it’ll be good,” he rumbled low in his throat. “Now upsy-daisy, I’m not gonna say it again.”
And my heart jolted. Mr. Parker was right. No one would be alarmed if I started coming over on a day to day basis to help with Violet for a month. It was perfectly natural, I was her old babysitter, someone she’d bonded with a long time ago and a familiar face in these times of change. So yes, I could come over tomorrow night … especially if it meant seeing Mr. Parker alone again.
And with a sigh, I got to my feet in the tub, like a Venus rising from the waves. It was tricky getting up gracefully, I admit, the combo of the porcelain and water made for a slippery situation, but somehow I managed it, somehow I managed to rise gracefully, my form undulating, big boobs swaying gently as my hips appeared. Rivulets trailed my creamy form, and oh god, but the liquid sluiced so that a small waterfall descended from my pussy, a gush that was part me, part bathwater.
Mr. Parker was transfixed, those eyes devouring my form, making me go hot, then cold, then hot again.
“You like?” I breathed, shaking my ass sassily. God, everything jiggled when I did that, every single part of me bumped up and down, there was so much heft, so much flesh.
And Pete remained transfixed, body tight, almost unable to inhale. If I wasn’t mistaken, the man was about to jump me again, forget his resolutions about keeping it kosher, ravage my tits and sweet pink cunt. The alpha male struggled mightily, indecision in his eyes, the way his jaw ticked as he stared some more, eating up my curvy form. But finally with a low growl, he wrapped the towel around me, the terrycloth tight around my form.
“Get dressed woman,” he commanded, “Now.”
And I giggled because the towel wasn’t quite enough to cover my assets. Sure, it was tucked securely under my armpits, but the material had risen so that my pink pussy lips could be seen below, sleek and nubile.
“Oh sure,” I giggled again, this time shaking my hips, wiggling once more so that he couldn’t help but see my engorged labia, my wetly glistening cunt. “Oh sure,” I said lightly before reaching down to pick up my discarded clothes, arching my back so he could view my slit from behind, the flesh beckoning, so sweet and succulent.
For sure he was going to lose control this time. Pete literally inhaled and exhaled a couple times, eyes glued to my vag, ready to go. But the big man closed his eyes, summoning his deepest reserves of self-control, and growled.
“Git,” he commanded, swatting my rump with a big hand, the slap ringing loud in the bathroom. “Get dressed and come downstairs.”
I yelped then, more like a high-pitched squeak. Because it’d felt so good to have his hand on me like that, the initial sting had been so shocking, so delicious. And now a burn was spreading across my ass cheek, a warm tingling feeling that made my cunt shiver, gush a little. Would there be a handprint when I looked in the mirror? Oh god, would I be able to see his finger marks on my ass? The possibility made me cream a little harder, eyes flying open with shock.
And the big man smirked at me, reading my mind. But he just growled again. “Ten minutes baby girl. Downstairs.” And with that, he was gone, the door closing without a sound behind him.
I turned to look at myself in the mirror and barely recognized the girl staring back. Because it was me, sure, but it wasn’t me. The same brunette curls and big brown eyes stared back, but there was a knowing in them now, a sense of womanhood that hadn’t been there before. I’d tasted my first sperm, shown off my body to an appreciative man, and oh god, but he’d promised me more. More, much, much more … and I couldn’t wait.