The Billion Dollar Sitter (4 page)

I looked away from him. I had no reason to doubt Mr. Knight's word. He was a good man, admitting as such he wouldn't have hired me if I wasn't good enough to take care of his son, no matter how much I looked like his wife's long lost daughter.

But if I went back to my room, packed up and headed back to my home with that money, I could follow my dreams fully. I'd have that college education, everything I could ever want. Or would I?

The man who was in charge of my fate stood near, his eyes never leaving me. I had only known him a day, yet I was infatuated with him. Every bit of gentleness he had shown through that time... I wondered if it translated to the bedroom, if there was no better man in the world to give my virginity to. A father all the way through, a father like I never had. I gave my thoughts to the fact I was nineteen, that maybe I was just a stupid kid giving into an older man's manipulation. But there are some mistakes you have to make yourself.

I may have made one when I took his hand, lowered his face to mine, and planted a firm kiss on his lips. He wasted no time taking the mentor role, our mouths opening and allowing our tongues to pass through and meet with one another. The rush through my head was electric, never expecting my first kiss to be like his, a hand running gently through my hair, his other going down my spine, awakening my entire body to his.

He broke the kiss, looking into my eyes. "I take it you have made your choice, Marci?"

"Show me everything, Mr. Knight. I'm yours."

With my permission granted, he massaged the fine, silky material of the gown into me, the fabric tickling me even more as he wrapped around to my breast, its million little threads tickling my areola. The sparks fired through me so excellently, and he kept up those wonderful sensations, exploring me further.

Down to my hips and around to my ass, his fingers pressed into my cheeks, clawing in, and I felt myself leave my feet from his strength. He kissed me again as he lifted me and dropped me onto his massive king-sized bed. Softer than heaven itself, I could melt onto a bed like this, more so as he continued to massage and work my skin, pushing the gown up my body and over my head.

I sat up, and let him pull it off, revealing my naked breasts before him. My first response was to snap back and cover myself from him, before slowly realizing I wanted him to see me. I let my arms drift open and turned my head away. I had never shown a man this much of me before.

"Beautiful, Marci." He reached out and fondled my naked breast. Although the silk against them was wonderful, it had nothing on the touch of his delicate hands, hands that, while they didn't know hard labor, knew how to show love, forcing me to coo under his touch. "When they swell with milk, I think I'm going to have to fight my son for a drink."

I laughed softly, my head draping back, enjoying how he kneaded my breasts, learning to love my body. I was his for at least a year, and he wanted to know everything about his new toy had and everything she could do. His hands left me, a single finger being the last to leave, flicking my nipple as he did. I watched as he shot a careful glance at me, looking me up and down. Was this what a gaze of love looked like? How he looked at his wife every night?

"Fairness dictates you get to see what I have, too, my dear." He stood, smiling, snapping the buttons away from that vest, one by one. More frantic the pace became, a tent on the front of his pants telling me that his clothes were quite constricting at the moment. The vest came off, and the buttons of his collared shirt snapped off, allowing it to follow. Slowly but surely, he started to reveal a hairless chest, my eyes lighting up at the sight of his pecs. "As I said, I may work in the financial field, but a good body is key to a sharp mind."

"Uh huh," I said, visually devouring him as he presented himself. He flung off the shirt, and I felt my hand reaching up on its own, wanting to touch him. He stepped forward, obliging my fingers' wishes. Hard, firm, warm, just plain sexy. He felt wonderful and I was keen to enjoy him so very much.

I needed more.

My lithe hands slid down his body to his belt, grabbing the buckle. He leaned in and embraced me with his lips, showing his approval for my assistance in undressing him. I whipped it off, and tossed it someplace – I didn't care where, as long as it was gone. The button of his pants followed, my fingers sliding over the hot, pounding, rigid member constrained by those tight boxer briefs.

The pants fell away and revealed thighs as thick and hard as the rest of him. He stood straight, letting me explore him as I let him explore me, enjoying my curious touch over his ass, his hips, and everything else as I caressed and cared for him. I started to tug them down, wanting to get at him. He helped, wanting to be free of the accursed undergarment.

Our combined efforts revealed a wonderful fruit. I giggled, realizing he was hard at the sight of my young body, a girl half his age, but eager to let her have him. It was a rush, realizing that I had forced his body to do this for me. "May I, um, touch it?" I snapped a glance at him. "Suck on it?"

"Anything you desire," he replied, pushing away my hair. I reached out and touched those big, hot balls – the ones he wanted to empty into me. I caressed them, knowing I somehow wanted it as much as he did. To have something to bind this wonderful, sexy man to me. My fingers wrapped around his hard shaft, yanking him forward.

I was gentle, but I still enjoyed his reaction. I heard so many things about blowjobs. A virgin's mind was just as dirty as anyone else's, endlessly curious about the sex they had thus far been denied. Honestly, I never understood the appeal of sucking cock – until I realized it would please the man who would give me anything and everything I wanted.

A light touch of my tongue around his rod, flicking that little divide on the edge. Dirty thoughts began to consume me. I took in his musk, as my novice curiosity brought him into my mouth, inch by inch, until I didn't think I could take him in any more. My hands kept his balls warm, gently juggling them between my fingers. Sucking, I lubricated his cock with my saliva, coating it with warm juices as I slid him through my lips, like I had seen in pornos, like I'd read in stories.

Every little texture was burned into my mind. My first cock, something I never wanted to forget. Every little bit of him, his testicles, his body, and everything else. His taste, as delectable as it was, was greater than anything his kitchen wizards could magically produce. But like a good bowl of ice cream, I knew enough to only lick, never bite. Eagerly, I continued my worship of him, doing everything I could to get him deeper down my throat, pleasing me even more.

His quiet groans were fuel to my lusty fire, him, grabbing my hair, petting my head, running his fingertips down my spine. His touch, his pleasure, his approval was the sweetest thing I could ever know up until that point, only enhanced by the tiniest bit of his cum slipping out onto my tongue and sliding down my throat.

"Marci, you're marvelous, but I don't have to explain where babies come from, do I?"

I allowed him to escape my lips. "I guess you're not going to let me have a drink of your cum, Mr. Knight?"

"After you're swelling with child, my dear." He reached down and took off his socks one after the other. "It's not proper for a man to make love wearing socks. I'm all about class, I'll have you know."

"Uh huh." I suddenly found myself awestruck when I realized what was happening to me, my brief moments of clarity ironically making me giddy and useless.

"Please, Marci, lie on your back at the edge of the bed for me." If that was what Tyson desired, I would oblige him. The covers brushed against my back as I slid to the edge and spread my legs for him, giving him a good look at my panties, which remained on, even as they were soaked with my anticipation.

He looked at them with a frown, his fingers running down, touching the material, before his hand bunched them up and tore them away. I gasped in shock.

"Such threadbare fabric. How do you tolerate buying underwear from thrift stores?"

"Those were from K-Mart."

"No difference." He pulled the tattered remnants off me. "The mother of my children should be wearing better. She deserves only the best money can buy. We'll have to take you out tomorrow, take you shopping at all of the city's best boutiques."

"Uh huh." My heart beat harder as I realized he was now gazing onto my flower, untouched, as unseen as my breasts had been. I was completely naked for him, to do with as he pleased.

"Nervous, Marci?"

"Uh huh." I nodded slowly.

"I take it you are a virgin?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Uh huh." I blushed with shame. Would he really want someone so inexperienced? How could I hope to remotely live up to what he wanted out of a lover? "How did you know?"

"Experienced women don't tremble with fear despite expressing their desire."

"Do - do you want me to leave?" I turned my head away. He was going to reject me because he thought himself too honorable to take my virginity. Nothing ever went this good for me. Something had to go wrong, and end this fairy tale right now.

"Perish the thought." A gentle hand on my thigh. It was was the most comforting thing I'd ever felt. "You will be taken care of, trust me, more than anyone else in the world." Those hands slid down between my legs, roaming over my labia, and soon after, his head followed, letting his hot breath flow over my folds, tickling and fostering their moisture.

Timidly, he stroked over my clit with a single finger, a whoosh of delight passing through me. So gentle, he pushed over the rest of my tender privates, tickling me, letting me sit back and enjoy the pleasures he gave. Every move was measured, a man who knew how to economize it all for maximum value, building sensation upon sensation.

Gently, a finger penetrated my pussy lips, pushing inside until it met my hymen, proceeding gently, but stopping against the barrier. But he did let it touch every nerve of my velvety flesh, exploring my channel fully. I lay flat, letting anything he did to me take over. Steadily, I embraced the pleasures his fingers visited onto me, low moans escaping me. His touch was already well beyond what my own fingers could ever give me.

Then he brought the next stage of his genius plan to make me his. Slowly, that thick, coarse beard he wore slid down both my thighs, tickling them and making me come alive with his touch. His tongue emerged and began to lick my private areas, slipping over me, licking up my juices that indicated that I was oh so ready to be fucked, my excitement simply producing more.

His mouth was far better than even his fingers. Warm, slippery, it explored my pussy, teasing my nub with a delicate assault of tongue tickles. Breathless, I gasped in delight, more as his beard continued to tickle every part of my pussy below, the hair so brash beneath his mouth as he finally drove his tongue inside of me.

Again, I was driven upwards. My hands gripped the hair on his head as my back arched, wanting to brace myself to these brand new sensations powering all over me, his tongue licking me up, delicately picking at me, his fingers not resting either. Every bit of Mr. Knight's will right now was dedicated to pleasing me, making me melt into him, making me want to beg for him to give me what I needed, push me over the edge.

Slowly, he pulled his head away and looked up at me. "Are you ready for my cock now, Marci?"

"Uh huh." My head nodded wildly. I ached for him so much, I knew there was something truly magnificent waiting for me. Of course, it was all by design. Tyson wanted to replace my anxiety with lust, and what a substitution it was.

His finger kept banging me as he stood, gesturing for me to come back to the edge of the bed so he could stand, and ease his meaty cock into me. He was gentle, yet I still expected the worse, but if it were for him, I'd be ready for any pain. He stroked my breast, grinning at me. "I can't say enough about how beautiful you are, my dear Marci." He took in my scents with a huge breath, gazing into my eyes. 

Want, an aching desire to have me in every way possible. It was totally mutual - I'd rather die than going another moment without him inside me.

I swallowed and shared my smile with him. He wanted my smile, because it began to wane as his cock started to enter, slide into me so gradually. He hit something inside me – I continued nodding as the smile broke away into a grimace as he pushed in.

Tyson never sought to hurt me, but it was an unfortunate side effect of us embracing what we both truly wanted. He grabbed me tight, leaning in, caressing my face, and bringing my lips to his. To detract from my agony with fatherly love, or maybe instead a love that was far from fatherly.

Panting, I felt blood begin to leak out of my hole, under his cock, and onto his sheets, sheets worth more than everything I had ever owned. I panicked, fearing I'd earn his ire by doing so. "Mr. Knight, I'm sorry, I didn't –"

"It doesn't matter. I have the best dry cleaners in the world at my beck and call, and even if I didn't, I'd sacrifice a trillion dollars worth of sheets for a girl like you."

In his grasps, the nag of pain quickly started to fade away. Slowly and steadily he began to rock in and out of me, the sweet friction between us easily outweighing any discomfort. I had wondered what would have happened if I tossed my virginity at the first boy in high school who had asked. I'd have been a tear ridden mess, and he probably would have cum inside me, left, and not cared.