Desire of Babysitter

Desire of Babysitter - 4

Lydia

Even though we’ve been loving like mad, it’d be wrong to say that it’s only about the physical, because there’s the emotional too. There’s something between Dominc and I, edging in, overcoming both our senses, bonding us close. It happened slowly but surely, sometimes like a warm sensation seeping into our relationship, but sometimes also like a cannon shooting forward, launching us into the future.

Because I’m now spending every day at Mr. Benette's mansion, babysitting Vincent while also playing with his dad, my body alert, on fire, each time he looks at me, each time he touches me. My own family knows nothing, of course, they think I’m a saint for helping Benette's get through a tough time, filling in while they searched for a nanny.

As I wandered out into the hall, I let out another yawn. The finals were tough, really challenging. But I scolded myself. I was lucky to be in college, and it was just finals. And because of doing that, I was worn out from weeks of stress and studying, and Mr. Benette had called my parents’ house the day that I got back from babysitting. I was just tired, that was all, and a bubble bath would soothe my achy muscles, dispel the tension in my back.

And while I love being with Mr. Benette, this particular night I was exhausted and tired from singing the other songs over and over, rocking the baby in my arms until they were like lead. But I loved his son too much to say no, absolutely adored the little boy, and my maternal instincts turned Dominic Benette on, his blue eyes alert, trailing her form as I slept in the bath tub.

Lydia closed her eyes, and gradually felt herself drawing closer to a restful slumber.

"Lydia?" Dominic's voice came from afar.

After ensuring Veronica slept in the other room, he wanted Lydia to the point of madness.

The bedroom door creaked and opened. The bright light from the hallway flooded in briefly, before the door moved again and nearly closed. There was just a small crack, allowing a glance into the now-empty hallway. She was vaguely aware of Dominic's presence in her room. She was in such a state that she wasn't sure if perhaps this was merely a dream.

Lydia was in the tub for a nice rest . So slowly, she parted her thighs, resting one pink, manicured foot on each edge of the tub, white legs falling apart to reveal her secret parts within. The water had little ripples, kind of like a funhouse mirror, but she could see her cunt and how it was swollen already, pink and luscious. She leaned forward to crane her head over her breasts and tantalizingly ran a finger up her thigh to stroke the crease between her leg and p***y. Mmm, that felt good.

Slowly her finger quested higher until it was tracing over her labia. Oh god, yes, the flesh grew more engorged, her lips puffing up until they were practically double their previous size, pale yet peachy at once. But it’s her c**t that I’m most proud of. Because she has a huge one, when it’s aroused it literally pokes out from between her p***y folds and right now the tip was clearly visible, pulsing and throbbing, she could almost feel her heartbeat in the sensitive nub.

So with delicate fingers, she pulled her v****a apart, gazing deep down into that pink channel. f**k, she was so wet and it wasn’t just the water. Her c**t pulsed harder, literally waving and bobbing now and when Dominic brushed it with his finger, her body jerked, it felt so f*****g good. She was so aroused, so delirious from just a brush of his fingers, a little sensuous massage. Her head fell back as one hand played with her p***y the other stroking a breast, pinching hard at a n****e, squeezing the soft white flesh.

Mr. Benette, I dreamed. Mmm, oh yeah. She pretended he was here with her, hot eyes on her curvy body as she pleasured herself in his guest bathroom, moaning slightly at the thought of the huge male form in this small space, filling it up, his musk a spice in the air, making her swoon with desire.

And desperate for more, she decided to take it one step further. She was in luxurious surroundings and wanted to use everything available to her. This was such a far cry from the cramped dorm shower stalls that it was tighter to explore, be adventurous. So with one toe, she flicked on the spigot once more, a gush of water rushing out, and scooted forward on her butt until her p***y was right under the spray. Oh yeah, that felt good. The bubbles were arousing, the swirl of the water so tantalizing on her sensitive flesh that she moaned loudly, throwing her head back, eyes half-closed. What would it be like to feel, Mr. Benette’s fingers on her cunt, exploring those soft folds, running wetly through her most sensitive part?

"Mr.Benette? Wh-what are you...doing in here?" She mumbled. Her eyes scanned through the room but without any decent source of light, she realised she was dreaming of him. She woke up from the tub and fell asleep on the bed and couldn't make out any shapes. Given the strong smell of his booze, however, he had to be really drunk, but Dominic wasn’t drunk at all , he pretended so that he could have Lydia all to himself.

"Lydia , I need you ," he said. Hearing his voice allowed her to somewhat pinpoint his location, he stood right by her bed. During the brief silence that followed, she could hear something that was even more alarming. His belt buckle made some noise, and then, she heard his pants dropping to the floor.

"Mr.Benette," she repeated, "what are you doing? Just think about Veronica, besides," her voice lowered into a whisper, "what if Mrs. Benette finds you with me ..." It was hard to believe how tired she was - even the act of speaking took a lot of effort and energy.

At this rate, it became increasingly likely that Mr.Benette would send her to sleep with a fresh load of his virile white inside her p***y. His swimmers would have an entire night inside her to accomplish their goal. Another piece of clothing hit the floor, this time presumably his shirt. She didn't need her eyes to know that he was completely naked now.

"Shh," he hushed her. "You talk...too much, princess..." Somehow, those words made her tense up. As if she had just done something bad, something to disappoint her parents. "It's normal to be a little shy, but it's gonna happen anyway. You don't...you don't need to be worried about Veronica, that's alright ..I need you bareback every single time, every time that sweet p***y is wrapped around my c**k. I want that p***y dripping with my c*m, I'm in love with you, Lydia, and I want you to be mine forever."

Suddenly, the bed covers lifted up and he pushed them out of the way. Lydia was about to speak up again, but for some reason, she kept quiet instead. The scolding he gave her for moments still lingered in the back of her mind. Or maybe she was simply too tired to resist properly.

His hands reached for the waistband of her panties and he gradually pulled them off. He discarded them just like he did his own, by dropping them onto the growing pile by her bedside. It truly felt like a dream - she simply lay there, waiting for the inevitable. When his hands returned, he touched her bare leg. His fingers touched her smooth skin.

His fingers moved further up, towards her inner thigh. That was it, she assured herself. She mentally steeled herself to have him touching and exploring her womanhood. But instead, he tightened his grip on her thighs and spread them apart before positioning himself between them.

"Wait," she pleaded. "I'm not...I'm not ready," she whispered awkwardly. She had almost forgotten that foreplay was unlikely to happen. And due to her growing weariness, she had severe doubts about her ability to get wet on her own. There was just one thing that hadn't crossed her mind - intercourse required the male to be aroused. The female's arousal was entirely optional.

There was a brief pause, and then she could hear Mr.Benette suck on her c**t . Another moment later, the very same hand cupped her womanhood and began to rub a generous amount of saliva into her cleft.

The discomfort vanished, spilling her musk and gleaming wet slit into the open air. Dominic stared at her naked folds for a moment. Twisting his jaw, he dove forward, forcing her legs apart with his hands.

He shoved his face between her thighs and started to torment her with that tongue again. She felt it was the best when she did it with Veronica, with him it is heaven.

Her hands flattened and drew back over her head, pressing flat against the cool headboard. Dominic’s mouth covered her mouth.His tongue snaked up and down her p***y folds while his fingers dug deeper into her thighs. His hands were starting to hurt, but the pleasure drowned out everything.

“Oh!” She cried out in alarm when his teeth dug into the flesh around her c**t.

He stopped before he bit down, holding it with just the right pressure. Tongue lashes whipped against it, until she was locked in a trembling fever. That little nub turned muscles far from it to stone.

She dropped her head back on the pillow while trembling like a leaf. Her v****a's stubbornness didn't stop him - it barely even slowed him down. She was the one who planted this idea in his head. He was determined get her pregnant.

An unexpected noise startled her, it originated from a nearby room.

She could hear the bedsprings in the master bedroom moving. Between her bedroom and Veronica’s bedroom was just a single wall, and it was an extremely thin one. But the noise alarmed her about Veronica’s presence in the next room. Lydia couldn't even tell if Veronica was moving in her sleep - or worse - if she was still awake.

As if he could sense her insecurity, Dominic weight shifted around. He climbed on top of her, effectively pinning her in place beneath him. This was his way of saying "You ain't getting nowhere, just close your eyes and let it happen." She could feel his manhood, fat and fully erect, sliding across her flat stomach towards its destination.

"Wait, I think Veronica is still awake, she might hear," She blurted . She absolutely didn't want to risk getting caught, since it would jeopardize their new bond.

"Shh," he hushed her once more. "This will be...good for us." His d**k slid further down, to her v****a, and then a little more until it nudged against her labia. He couldn't quite find the entrance. "Open up, Lydia...you know how it goes, spread those legs," he said brashly with breath. As if to emphasize his point, he brushed his finger across her to the area just below her bellybutton. "This is gonna be where the magic happens. That's where the baby will be. And, to make the baby, we just gotta c*m inside here," he continued, and his finger slid down to her bare v****a. He was determined to make sure she got knocked up with his child. As such, She reluctantly spread her legs apart.

“Get up,” Dominic commanded, backing away from her.

Lydia blinked at him with confusion.

“Wha-?” she murmured, shivering a little now that her body heat was spreading. Dominic guessed the brunette thought he was gonna ram it into her just like that, no preparation, no more foreplay. But that was no way to start off the relationship because he liked his girls to know who was boss, and this was the perfect time for her to be disciplined.

“Mr. Benette?” she murmured again, those huge t**s swaying. But he backed off, kneeling on the bed.

“You heard me,” Dominic rumbled, eyes burning up that sweet figure, that generous flesh on display. “Up.”

And slowly, Lydia raised herself, kneeling on the bed so that she faced her, sitting with her ass on her heels. He growled approvingly. God those boobs were so lush, such perfect , it was a struggle not to bury his face in them right now, not to suck a huge tit into his mouth while caressing that sweet, hot slit.

But right, discipline. The girl’s silky core had to wait for the moment.

“Spread your knees,” he rasped, eyes focused on her pink center.

And slowly, she did as told, inching her knees apart, each revealing more of her core, plush labia coming into view.

“That’s right,” he encouraged, his voice raspy with lust. “Keep going.”

And the girl took another deep breath, parting her legs until her cunt was totally revealed, lips glistening with desire, s**t there was even cream sherared on her thighs. As she watched a small drip forherd on those p***y lips, growing bigger until it dropped off her labia, a small rope of goo wetted the bedspread. His c**k jumped, pre-c*m spurting and he f*****g had to take a huge breath then, pinch his dicktip so as not to come. Lydia was so beautiful, so arousing, so f*****g desirable that he was losing control much faster than he thought.

“That’s right,” he muttered hoarsely. “Now hands behind your back, push those titties out.”

And obediently, the brunette did as told. She locked her small fists behind her lower back and oh god, those boobs rose like the prow of a ship breaching a tide, rising into the air like giant white orbs surfacing from the water. Oh f**k, his d**k jerked again, pre-c*m jetting out onto the coverlet, this thing was gonna have to be laundered in the state.

And Lydia gasped, eyes fixed on the tell-tale wet spot under her c**k, transfixed as her p***s trailed male white.

“Mr. Benette” she murmured. “Is it time? I’m ready,” she breathed.

He snapped back to his senses.

“That’s right baby girl,” he growled. “It’s time because I’m gonna touch you now and you’re not gonna move until I say,” Dominic rasped.

The brunette gasped again, eyes wide. She could swear her cunt gushed more as well, but it was too late to stop, way past the point of no return.

“Hold still, baby,” he rumbled, coming in close.

Because of that, he reached between those sweet thighs and ran a finger lightly over her wet folds. Oh f**k, she was more than wet, she was f*****g drenched. His digits came away coated in white, it was so aromatic, so heady that he wanted more. He reached back into her cunt, this time letting her folds close around two fingers, touching the little hole where his d**k would go before pinching her labia, rubbing up and down along that puffy flesh. She squirmed and squealed, eyes shut tight, face lifted to the ceiling, that perfect profile on display.

“Please, Mr. Benette, please,” she begged, breathing ragged, hips trembling a bit, wet flesh quivering.

But he was an alpha and wasn’t giving an inch.

“Don’t f*****g move,” he warned roughly, his voice a low growl.

And Lydia’s eyes snapped open. Then, a breathy gasp crescendo into a high-pitched whine of pleasure, of desire.

“Mr. Be Benette,” she stuttered slightly.

Because he was pinching her c**t now, rubbing that small pleasure center between the rough pads of his fingers, giving it a good massage. And her hips jerked involuntarily, p***y gushing heavily, a hot gust of female cream spilling into his palm.

“Uh-uh,” he warned again, her voice a deep growl.

“Now baby,” he commanded, his c**k probing her wet hole, sweeping against those slick folds. “Sit down on Daddy’s f**k pole like the good little girl you are.”

And her eyes flew open then. Impale herself on him? No, it was impossible, She needed him to take her swift and sure, to bust through p***y with a firm thrust. So she shook her head and whimpered, “Oh no Dominic, I can’t, I can’t.”

But Dominic held her firm, stroking her curves, his chest still hard against her back.

“Little girls don’t say no to their daddies,” he admonished, “and this little girl is gonna be punished if she doesn’t do as Daddy orders,” he warned.

The thought of punishment made her entire body go hot, the heat emanating from her p***y in waves. Punishment? Oh god, with Mr. Benette? Yes, she wanted it.

But this wasn’t the time to test the limits, so with a howl, a whine and a shudder, she lifted her hips slightly until his c**k was at her entrance once more, swollen folds still throbbing. She pushed down a little, kissing his dicktip with her p***y, lips spreading an inch to let him in.

“That’s it,” he murmured encouragingly in her ear, the vibrations of his chest against her back. “Keep going, pretty baby.”

And she squeezed her eyes shut and pushed her hips down again.

“OH!” she squealed. “Oh oh!”

Because the feel of her p***y stretching, taking d**k was so unexpected, so rude, so titillating and yet so f*****g good, that she knew that as soon as she began opening her legs, it also caused the lips of her p***y to spread slightly, like a blooming flower.She knew that it was about to receive a seeding. Dominic cockhead slid right into that freshly revealed little cleft.

She felt his hand between them, holding his c**k before he rubbed the fat head back and forth along her slit, making her crazy before easing into her. He eased down on his c**k until her ass touched his thighs and she was once again full to overflowing with his sweet long d**k.

"Ahngh!" He abruptly pushed his hips forward and drove the entirety of his erection inside her, until his crotch nestled up against her own. It was unexpected and overwhelming. A bitter groan escaped her. Her first thought wasn't of the pain or discomfort, she was worried that Veronica had heard her moan. She absolutely did not want to draw her attention in any way.

"Nnnggh Oh ," she whispered helplessly. Everything inside her felt stuffed and full. Her instincts urged her to tell him to go slow, while her body wanted her to groan through her discomfort. But, this was all her fault. And now, she had to try and be sneaky.

Mr.Benette did what his instincts were urging him to do. He began pushing in and out of her p***y. The veiny girth of his shaft dragged along her inner walls. With Dominic's broad body on top of her, her legs were spread apart so far, that she had one foot dangling off the side of the bed.

He pounded her snatch and filled every inch of her p***y. Everything felt bloated and full, because of the sheer size of his erection. His rhythmical thrusting soon accomplished another goal. As the minutes passed,she could feel herself growing wet. It was a familiar betrayal – her mind wished for the s*x to be over, but her body disagreed. Her body craved it.

Maybe Veronica was right. But if that was true, then it certainly felt like Mr.Benette was appreciating that fact a whole lot. She was providing him with s****l satisfaction and an opportunity to have more children and be his other wife..

He would never be disappointed in her as long as she fulfilled that role.

Her gaze wandered up, to look at Dominic his hairy chest while he repeatedly pumped into her. She looked down to where Dominic's c**k kept on thrusting in and out of her p***y. This was so her thing that only a woman could offer - herself.

Without even noticing it, she began to spread her legs a little further apart. A part of her clearly enjoyed getting f****d by him.

Slowly but surely, she began to get used to having him inside her. Her v****a was stretching and adjusting to that slab of his c**k. Hell, it even provided the lube he needed to keep f*****g her. She felt like her p***y was doing absolutely everything it could to make it easier for Mr.Benette to impregnate her.

"Oh It's so good," she thought to herself. She would never have to worry that Mr.Benette would be unhappy. The only thing she needed to offer him in return, was that tight warm place between her legs.

As if he could read her thoughts, he began to pick up the pace. Every push sent the entirety of his manhood into her body, and forced her lower half firmly into the mattress. This caused the old wooden bed to creak pathetically.

She barely got herself comfortable before she was moving up and down on his c**k and those sounds that she made before were drawn out of her. Especially when he lifted his hands to cup her aching breasts. “Oh please suck them.”

He reared up off the floor at her plea and sucked first one then the other into his mouth and she went wild. He bit and licked her n*****s until they were hard points of pain and still she wanted more.

She rode his c**k harder, faster more comfortable now after having it shoved inside her for hours. She knew how to move to make him moan. How when she squeezed her p***y around him he growled and sucked her n*****s harder.

She worked his c**k like she owned it, like she never wanted to give it up. Her head felt like it would fly off her shoulders as a mix of raw emotion ran through her. She felt tears gather in her eyes as the love that she felt for him rose up inside her. She cried out the words, the tenor sounding foreign to her ears. And when he gave them back to her, something inside her seemed to settle.

When he threw her on her back and buried himself between her thighs, she called out his name. There was no shyness now, it was just like in dreams, but this was real, very real.

The frail bed announced what she already knew –when she gave her virginity to him . This was the melody of love. It was getting more risky, the chance she might get caught in the act was growing rapidly.

"Oh !c*m inside me," she whispered awkwardly. "My womb is yours," she continued. It was her attempt to helplessly guess what guys might enjoy hearing. It made her feel incredibly silly to say it out loud. But, those were the only words coming to mind. "Pour all of your..." she paused and pondered, "pour all your seed into me." .

It did the trick - he plunged deep enough to make her flinch, and then held still. His testicles were pressed right up against her labia, and I could feel them contract. Again, and again. His seed burst forth inside her as her p***y opened up like a blossoming flower and sucked it all up, clenching around her c**k as her hips rocked into his. Her breasts called to her in the pale moonlight that was shining through the window through the falling snow.

He was truly doing his best to get the job done. His breathing was heavy and weary, he was completely exhausted, while his d**k made sure to deliver every last drop into her.

He pulled her off her c**k and pushed her onto her back none too gently because, just like before, he wasn’t deep enough inside her. He slammed his c**k back inside her writhing body, nothing else on her mind but nutting inside her.

He thought by now his balls would be too dry for this, but nope. He felt them filling up even now as she screamed and thrashed beneath him from the pounding he gave her . Even as he started cumming he was thinking of his next f**k with her, it was like he was obsessed with her.

And as she rode the crest of sensations, as the tidal wave came crashing over her body, astonishingly the big man came too, her p***y milking him with its clenching spasms, drinking his c*m as he spurted lash after lash of hot white up her insides.

“Oh f**k baby,” he grunted in her ear, his p***s hammering her p***y as the pole exploded, “Oh f**k f**k fuck.”

And it only made her come harder, feeling that hot white splash against her cervix, feeling a man’s virile juices fill her for the time

“Yes!” she screamed. “Yes!”

It was a never ending loop because they were locked in a circuit, each of her cries, each of his grunts, driving the other to higher heights until they both positively shattered.

“Ummmmph!” he roared, f*****g deep into her, c**k spurting like a geyser. “Fuuuuck!”

And with that he collapsed in her arms, keeling over a bit, p***y still embedded on his d**k. Oh god, what had just happened? She shook with tremors, head spinning, every sense enhanced as the big man pulled her hips even closer, burying that pole as deep as it would go.

And finally, they began to drift to earth after the amazing ecstasy, to breathe instead of shatter, to savor the closeness, the incredible intimacy of what had just happened. She giggled, wiggling her hips a little.

“You feel good in me,” She murmured, turning slightly to kiss him, lips locked in a deep embrace. “You still feel hard.”

And the big man pulled back for a moment, gazing into her eyes, those blue eyes gleaming.

“If you’re not careful little girl, I will be hard in a sec and you’re gonna have to take it again.”

He left marks all over her body . By the time his orgasm faded, it already felt like a little pool of spunk had gathered all around her cervix.Their bodies didn’t seem to want to stop moving against each other after they both came and mouths found each other until they both needed to breathe.

He dropped onto her finally depleted, but being careful not to crush her before turning swiftly onto her back and taking her weight on his chest. He ran her hand down the back of her head like he had done it a million times before.

He lifted her hips even further so his seed would pour into her as she came and held her there long after her body went limp.

Flipping her around on her back, he kept her pelvis elevated while he folded her legs against her chest. He spread her lips and pushed his c*m deep inside her . He didn’t want the sticky fluid to be wasted and made her c*m thrice on his c**k.

Her purpose was fulfilled. She had taken care of Dominic's needs, and he made sure that she would spend the night with his c*m inside her,with him inside her. He wasn't going to leave her.

“A little sore?” he growls, “You want me to get you an ice pack?”

She blushes “No, it’s okay,” she murmurs, unable to meet my eyes. “It’s a good kind of sore.”

“That’s what I like to hear, sweetheart, because there’s still some stretching to go. You’re going to be taking my c**k in that pretty cunt every night from here on out. If not in the afternoons and mornings too ,always have my c*m inside your p***y. You’ll get used to it, don’t worry.” Dominic declared.

At that point, she expected him to get off, and to leave her to herself. Certainly, his wife would be surprised to wake up without him. Instead, he lowered himself down on Lydia and his heavy weight on top of her. She wasn't doing any better, her adrenaline was wearing off and the sleep effect came right back to hit her like a brick.

They fell asleep soon after, still entangled and intimately connected. His naked body remained on top of her, her legs were still spread, with him inside and one of her feet still dangled off the bed and hovered just above the carpet. The same carpet where their clothes were piled up.

Their sleep was peaceful.

Spread-eagled, with a pillow underneath her .The lips of her cunt were swollen and glistening in an angry shade of red, with dry flecks of sperm all across her p***y and a trickle of c*m still seeping from her labia. That tiny slit between her legs had every froth of his spunk. Dominic lay on his side just next to her, with his flaccid appendage lingering on her taut belly with a string of semen still connecting the blunt head of his exhausted c**k with Lydia's battered womanhood. And throughout the entire night, all that c*m had nowhere to go but to ooze deeper inside her.

However, there was one detail which had gone unnoticed. Her bedroom door was still slightly ajar. It was a dangerous mistake, since it provided an explicit line of sight of a loving babysitter, and her equally loving Mr.Dominic Benette.