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  His name was Christian, which I found supremely ironic. He told me to call him Chris When I got into his Acura, he asked where we were going—he lived with his parents and was still at the community college—so I directed him to the Baumgartners. I didn’t tell him he was getting laid tonight, but I think he knew, and he kept looking over at me like he was dreaming, trying to make small talk.

  “So you’re a nanny?”

  “Yep,” I agreed. “A live-in nanny.”

  “Are the kids at home?”

  “They’re at camp.”

  “And your employers?” he asked. “They’re okay with… uh… visitors?”

  “They’re still back at the club.”

  “Oh.” He blinked in surprised.

  “Drive faster, Chris.” I put my hand on his leg.

  “I…” He glanced down at my hand and back up at me. “I don’t want to get a ticket.”

  “Do you want to fuck me?”

  He floored it.

  “Nice place,” he remarked when I led him upstairs at the Baumgartners.

  “He’s a doctor.” I led him by the hand down the hall, past the bathroom, into my room.

  “Damn.” He looked around, blinking in surprise as I switched on the light. “Nice.”

  “Want to see something nicer?” I pushed him down onto the bed, lifting the hem of my skirt and pulling it slowly off over my head. I wasn’t wearing any stockings. Just a bra and panties and heels now. Christian’s eyes widened, his mouth dropping open.

  “You don’t mess around,” he said, running a hand through his short cropped brown hair. He was mostly ordinary looking but he had nice blue eyes and a sweet smile. He dressed kind of nerdy—a polo and chinos—but maybe that was just him sticking to the eighties theme of the night. Besides, he wouldn’t be in those clothes much longer.

  “Catch up,” I said, hands on my hips, cocking them.

  He grinned, pulling his shirt off over his head and standing to undo his pants. I smiled, liking what I saw so far. His chest and arms were nicely defined, his abs less so, but he had a very nice treasure trail I followed with my gaze as he slid his pants down. He had to sit to take off his shoes and I did the same, kicking off my heels. When he was down to his boxers, I knelt, wanting to open my present myself.

  “Oh God.” He moaned when I slipped his boxers down over his erection, delighting in my new toy. He was a full seven or eight inches, thick, quite hard, and curved to my left. I tilted my head to take it in my mouth, so cock-starved, especially since watching Doc and Dani and Mrs. B together, I couldn’t wait.

  I sucked him for a moment, feeling his hand tense in my hair, and then stopped, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and looking up at him.

  “Ready to have some fun?” I smiled, walking over to the doorway and flicking off the light.

  There was a night light in the hallway and we could see enough. I saw him sitting on the edge of my bed, waiting. I pushed him back, sliding my panties down my thighs. They were soaking wet by now. I slid up his body, straddling him. His hands moved over my hips, my thighs. He moaned when I let my pussy lips ride over the length of his cock, leaving a wet trail from scrotum to tip.

  But I didn’t stop there.

  “I want your mouth.” It wasn’t a question and he didn’t hesitate. I had to come. I’d been so fucking hot all night, dancing with Doc and Mrs. B. My pussy was on fire. And I’d been dreaming of a tongue since I watched Mrs. B lick Dani to orgasm. I settled myself down over his face.

  “Mmmm.” Christian’s arms went around my hips, pulling my pussy down, parting my swollen lips with his eager tongue.

  Oh hell. He was good. Really good. He teased my hole first, sucking out my juices. I heard him moan, swallowing the taste of me. Then he slipped his tongue to the top of my cleft, flicking it back and forth over the hood of my clit, teasing. I moaned and moved my hips, feeling his hands dig into my ass. He had nice, big hands. They reminded me of Doc’s and that turned me on even more.

  “Put your fingers in,” I whispered, grinding my hips, mashing my pussy against his lashing tongue. “Fuck me. Do it.”

  He slipped two fingers inside and I moaned, feeling my pussy clench, wanting more. I was going to fuck that sweet cock of his, but first, I wanted to come on his face. I rubbed my palms over my tits, my nipples hard through my bra, making fast circles, sending hot sparks down between my legs.

  “Come on, finger me,” I gasped, fucking back, using his tongue now, working hard to get myself off. Fuck, it felt so good I was dizzy. I reached a hand back, pressing my palm flat against his chest to steady myself.

  “Oh God! Yes!” My hips bucked forward and he grabbed me, hanging on. “Oh! Oh! Make me come! Making me fucking cooooommmme!”

  I closed my eyes and pictured her pussy poised over my face, those fat, tanned lips, the hot pink inside, pictured her mashing her pussy around and around against my tongue while she licked me too.

  Oh Mrs. B, Mrs. B, make me come, make me commmmmeee…

  And I was, all over her face, flooding her mouth and tongue, listening to the sweet sound of her moaning in my head, swallowing my juices while I swallowed hers. So fucking delicious.

  “Oh yes.” I panted, climbing off him, still shivering. “Oh that was good.”

  “Mmmm,” he agreed. I heard him swallowing, taking deep breaths.

  “Sorry, did I drown you?”

  “Hell no.” He insisted. “Come here, let’s do that again.”

  “No,” I protested. “I want your cock.”

  He didn’t object to that. I didn’t figure he would. I just hoped he could last long enough for me to come again. Because I needed to come again. I got on my hands and knees, swinging my ass around, my head toward the door, putting my cheek down on the mattress so my bottom stuck up way in the air.

  “Jesus, you’re fucking hot.” Christian climbed up behind me, kneeling between my legs.

  “Tease it,” I told him, sliding my hand underneath, reaching for his cock. He moaned when I grabbed it in my fist, squeezing the head. “Rub it all over my pussy.”

  He did as I asked, sliding the head up and down, hesitating at the entrance, like it took all his willpower not to shove it in, but then he slipped it back down again, teasing my clit. I rolled my hips, moaning when the head of his dick touched me there, that soft, spongy tip sliding up and down in my wetness.

  “Feel good?” he asked, running his other hand over my ass, my thighs, reaching beneath to feel my tits.

  “Hell yes.” I moaned when he rubbed my nipples through my bra. “Ohhhh yeah. Now put it in. Do you want to fuck me, Chris?”

  “Hell yes,” he agreed, bracing himself, slowly sliding his cock between my lips. I shifted my hips for him, changing the angle, letting it slide in easier, deeper. He moaned when he bottomed out in me and I felt him shudder slightly.

  “You’re gonna make me come with that big, gorgeous cock of yours,” I whispered, keeping my hand underneath to stroke his balls. They were already tight. I wondered how close he was to shooting. “I don’t want you to come until I do. I’ll tell you when.”

  “Yes ma’am.” He sounded like he was smiling, but he groaned when I squeezed both his cock with the sweet snap of my pussy and his balls in my hand—not hard, just enough to let him know I meant it.

  “Fuck me, Chris,” I whispered, starting to roll my hips, urging him to move. I think he was scared to at first. Probably too afraid to come. “Come on, you can do it. I want you to make me come.”

  “Help me out,” he murmured, reaching under and guiding my hand to my clit.

  “Will do.” I rubbed it in circles the way I liked it, feeling the thick length of his cock sliding in and then slowly pulling out. That wasn’t going to be enough, but I let it slide—literally—working myself up closer before I insisted on being really fucked.

  “Feel good?” he asked again, voice strained, breath coming a little too fast.

  “Mmmm.” I agreed, squeezing myself around
his length, hearing him gasp. I remembered how long Doc had fucked Dani and Mrs. B. My God, how long had it been? I don’t know how long they’d been at it when I had first crawled down the hall, but it had to be at least fifteen, twenty minutes, maybe even half an hour after I started watching. I’d been sitting in that position so long before I made myself come, my thighs and calves were numb.

  Doc would know how to fuck me. Nice and long and hard.

  Just thinking about his cock inside me made me moan. Which made Christian tense up and slow down. Goddamnit. So frustrating. I was tempted to make him come fast, right now, and then get him hard again, but who wanted to go through all that work? Besides, he’d want to talk afterward, and I didn’t want to make small talk.

  Instead, I rubbed myself faster, fantasizing about Doc and his thick length pounding me from behind. God, I wanted him. I thought about feeling him tonight on the dance floor, his erection pressing against my ass. I could tell he wanted me too. I didn’t know about Mrs. B—she was harder to read, more standoffish. But Doc? If there was one thing I knew, it was when a man wanted to fuck me.

  “Oh Doc,” I whispered, biting my lip.

  “Hmm?” Christian was clearly concentrating hard on not coming.

  “Ohhh fuck,” I corrected myself. “Ohhh fuck. Please. Do it. Please fuck me. Pound me. Do it hard. Do it!”

  He groaned and gave in, digging his fingers into my hips and ass, driving in deep. Finally, finally! He pounded me hard, our bodies slapping together, the sound of it filling the room, and I furiously rubbed my clit, right on the verge of coming. So close. So very close.

  “Ahhhh I’m gonna come!” Christian warned, his voice strangled.

  If he hadn’t distracted me, I wouldn’t have heard it. I was concentrating so hard on getting myself off, imagining Doc fucking me from behind. But the sound of Christian’s voice jerked me out of the fantasy and I did hear it. I was sure I heard it.

  A low groan, a grunt. And it didn’t come from Christian.

  I squinted in the darkness, seeing my door open, just a little bit. The light from hallway, a night light, showed through. And there was a shadow on the wall. A very man-like shadow.

  Doc was watching us. Listening to us. And jerking off. I was sure of it. He was coming right that very second, his cum spilling over his closed fist. I didn’t know how I knew, I didn’t even care if it was real or true, just picturing it set me off.

  “Ohhhh fuck yes! I’m gonna come all over your cock! Oh make me come! Make me commmme!”

  I was coming so hard I couldn’t breathe. My pussy snapped around Christian’s erupting cock, milking it, his fingers digging in so hard they would leave bruises but I didn’t care. I imagined Doc’s hands, Doc’s cock taking me there, and I was in heaven. My moans slowly ebbed to soft cries, but my pussy was still going off like fireworks, sending electric shocks all through my system.

  “Are you okay?” Christian asked, sitting slowly back, his cock sliding out.

  “Yeah,” I gasped, blinking in the dimness, still trying to see. Was that shadow really there? Had Doc been watching us? I wanted to believe it. I wanted to think he’d been standing outside the door, Mrs. B downstairs on the couch watching Letterman while he snuck upstairs, his curiosity too piqued not to pursue it. I wanted to believe he’d taken out his cock and stroked it while he watched and listened to me having sex with Christian. That he was thinking of me—wishing it was my pussy he was pounding instead of his fist.

  Then the light from the hallway disappeared. Someone pulled my door, and it closed with a little “snick.”

  And I knew.

  Chapter Five

  I’d never seen a cuter baby in my life, and I thought I was a pretty good authority on the subject. When you spent most of your teen years babysitting and then decided to become a nanny, you see a lot babies. I’d seen them from newborn on up, and this sweet little four month old girl was the cutest I had ever seen.

  “How’s my little bug?” I cooed, situating her in the umbrella stroller and buckling her in. She was literally my bug tonight, in her red and black spotted ladybug costume, giving me a toothless smile and kicking her little black Mary Jane’s in excitement.

  “You have Holly?” Mrs. B called down the stairs. She was up there putting the finishing touches on Janie and Henry’s costumes.

  “She’s in her stroller!” I called up.

  “What a darling.” Doc was late. He came into the kitchen still wearing his white coat. At least he didn’t have a stethoscope hanging around his neck. He dropped a Walgreens bag loaded with candy onto the middle of the kitchen table.

  “Isn’t she?” I squeezed Holly’s chubby little cheek and she wiggled all over like a puppy.

  “I meant you.” Doc slipped off his white coat, along with his leather jacket—two things that seemed at a strange juxtaposition to me. His gaze, the way he looked at me, made me feel warm all over, my toes curling in my own Mary Jane’s.

  “Oh.” I blushed. I actually blushed. God, this man had an effect on me. “You like it? Mrs. B helped me pick it out.”

  “I bet she did.” His gaze swept from my toes to my nose, our eyes meeting at last. And when they did, something inside me melted into a little puddle. Maybe that was why I was so suddenly wet.

  “Well she’s dressed up as Little Bo Peep. She came up with the fairy tale theme,” I explained. I knew I was talking just to stave of my apparent nerves. Where did those come from?

  “Except for our little ladybug here. She just couldn’t resist and she said this costume would keep her warmer. Are you getting dressed up?”

  “Oh no, I’m staying home to pass out candy.” He picked up the bags, carrying them to the kitchen counter and opening a cupboard, searching. “And I’m the official photographer of course. Speaking of which, I have to go get my camera.”

  “Are you looking for something to put the candy in?”

  I interrupted his search—he was looking in the wrong cupboard—bending over and turning the carousel cupboard. I grabbed the biggest Tupperware bowl I could find, turning around to present it to him, and saw a dazed look in his eyes, a half smile on his face, and realized I’d just bent over in my short little black Red Riding Hood skirt. My cape was too short to cover my ass, even standing up. Thankfully, I was wearing black tights underneath.

  “Careful,” he said, his voice low, eyes growing dark. “Don’t tempt the wolf.”

  I knew I shouldn’t but I did it anyway, turning back to the cupboard, murmuring, “I think we have a bigger bowl,” as I bent again, further this time, my skirt hiking high up on my ass. I heard the hiss of his breath, feeling the blood rushing to my head. God help me, I was imagining him grabbing my hips, yanking up my skirt, ripping my tights, and taking me, bent over in the kitchen, while his wife was upstairs.

  “Guess not,” I said, brushing my hair out of my face as I righted myself, and there he was, right behind me, hips pressing me against the edge of the counter so I had to place my palms flat on the surface to keep my balance. His cock was like steel, an iron bar against the ass I’d just been teasing him with.

  “Wolves are very dangerous, you know.” He placed his palms on the counter beside mine.

  “You don’t think Little Red can handle herself?” I glanced over my shoulder, meeting his dark gaze. What was happening? Some part of me thrilled at it. Another part of me balked. It was the wrongest thing in the world to be doing this, imperceptibly grinding my hips back against his erection, but it felt so right.

  “Is Doc home yet?” Mrs. B called down the stairs. “Did I hear his car?”

  “I’m home!” he called and I felt the shift in his hips, the way he rubbed his cock up and down, into the crack of my ass through my skirt. “I’ll be up in a minute.”

  He grabbed my hips, holding me to him, hard, hard, and I gasped. Then he let go, walking away without another word.

  I took a deep breath, going back over to the counter, opening bags of candy while Doc stopped at the st
roller, looking down at the baby.

  “Hey, pumpkin.” He squatted down, squeezing Holly’s foot, making her squirm and smile. “Gonna take lots of pictures of you, little one. Your first Halloween.”

  “Isn’t she sweet?” Mrs. B came sweeping down the stairs, looking adorable in her Little Bo Peep costume. Her skirt was short too, ruffled pink and white. She bent to pinch Holly’s cheek. It was hard not to. “My precious.”

  Mrs. B couldn’t resist. She clicked the snap on the belt, lifting the baby out of her stroller.

  “I just got her buckled in,” I protested, pouring Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups into the bowl.

  “Oh she can be rebuckled.” Mrs. B snuggled the baby, showering kisses on her little face, leaving lipstick marks I’d have to wipe off before we took pictures.

  “Look at you!” Doc exclaimed as Henry tromped down the stairs in his boots, his face painted, thanks to his mother, like a cat—Puss in Boots. Janie behind him, wore a long satin dress, the right half pink, the left half blue. She was going as Sleeping Beauty. “And my little princess. You look beautiful.”

  Doc kissed his daughter’s cheek as she came into the kitchen before he headed up the stairs.

  “Where are you going?” Mrs. B called.

  “To get my camera.” He was already halfway up.

  “You gonna be warm enough in that?” Mrs. B asked, eyeing my skirt. “Guess we should have thought of that when we ordered these, huh?”

  Your husband has been keeping me more than warm enough, I thought, but didn’t say it. I still wondered about that night I’d brought Christian home. Had he really been watching us?

  “All that walking, I’ll be fine.” I assured her, pouring Kit Kats into the bowl.

  “Can’t we go by ourselves?” Henry begged for the ten millionth time. I rolled my eyes, opening a Kit Kat and breaking off a wafer, putting it in my mouth while he and his mother argued and Puss stamped his boot.

  “Henry, I told you, no! You’re not old enough yet.” Mrs. B bounced the baby on her hip. “Besides, who’s going to carry Holly’s bucket?”

  Henry scoffed. “We have to trick or treat for her?”