Oh, Mr. Johnson!
Mr. Johnson was a refined gentleman who would never dare to lay a hand on me, despite my secret desire for his touch. One day, I couldn't control my cravings anymore and secretly accessed his home office. He was seated on the couch with his eyes fixed on his tablet.
"Mr. Johnson?" I called out to him, and he lifted his gaze, noticing my pigtails, short skirt, and partially unbuttoned blouse, highlighting my eagerness for him. I knelt in front of him, prompting him to set the tablet aside.
"I've got something to ask you, but don't worry about the kids out there. They're enjoying a movie with your wife. She thinks I'm asking for a ride home," I lied.
A nervous look crossed his face.
"I'm aware of the way you literally drool over me. Yes, I see it in your eyes, Mr. Johnson, and I'm glad you're into it. It makes my heart race. Now, unbutton the rest of my blouse for me," I instructed.
After he obeys me, I kneel in front of him, revealing my white lace bralette. "I've heard your wife telling her sister how she intends to leave you. Honestly, Mr. Johnson, she doesn't deserve you. I heard how she described herself as frigid. I want you to know I'm not like her."
His eyes widened with comprehension.
"Don't think I don't notice your staring at my chest. Here, let me show you more. Relax, just focus on this. No need to speak. No need to worry. Let me help you understand what I'm asking for."
Moving over to his lap, I undid his belt and then gently undid his zipper. When his pleasantly slow cock was exposed, I stared at it and then wet my lips. "This is what I'm craving for. A man like you is what I've fantasized about."
Excited to witness this private moment, he gazes at my nipples trying to protrude through the lace.
"I'm more than a babysitter. I'm someone who shares your kinky desires. Now, I'm ready to be more than that. Let me satisfy you," I proposed, turning his situation into mine.
With an anxious face, he looks around the room with alarm, unsure whether he could trust himself to speak.
"Your cock," I interrupt, pointing to his erection, "is begging for me. Let me show you. Just hold on to my pigtails while I offer you a show."
Curiously, he mashes my hair into his hands, pushing me up and down on his lap.
"I have to warn you though: I can't control my reactions if you titillate me too much, especially with how excited I am." I whispered seductively.
Whether grasping his hands or not, he lifts me gently up and down on his throbbing cock until I almost gag. He then relinquished me, a bit begrudgingly.
Standing up, I let him witness my wetness from the gap between my thighs. My nipples were erect and straining against my shirt. "Let's make this happen before your wife returns. I'd like to be more than just a babysitter for you."
He agreed with a moan. With his cock in his hands, he watched me peel my bra off. I pushed up my skirt high enough to expose my nakedness.
"Moan as I ride you," I ordered humorously, straddling his lap. His lips lingered on my left nipple, which made me close my eyes with pleasure.
"Good, cute little girl, letting her babysitter have a nice, great time," I joked.
I resumed my motions, slowly lowering myself on his swelling cock. The feeling was heavenly.
"Oh, Mr. Johnson, your cock feels monumental in my tiny teen pussy! What a beautiful feeling!"
To silence my loud cries, I pressed my hand over my mouth, threatening to ruin our plan.
"Watch how I fit on you," I suggested.
With his hands at my hips, I guided him as I swept my bra apart. With some pressure, I relocated his cock head onto my entrance. My quick movements felt so far from his expected sensations.
"Oh, Mr. Johnson. I'm in your cock now. You are the object of my desires now. Your friendly neighbor wants your naked form beneath my body."
Ecstasy took over, and he began banging me aggressively. Our bodies slapped against each other.
"Do you like how rough I am on you, Mr. Johnson?" I teased in a harsh, vulgar tone.
His nodding with urgency sprang his response, “Yes!”
I ground my hips against him wildly, each movement feeling impossibly gratifying.
"Is your pussy much tighter than your stout wife's?"
His reply was positive and eager.
"Do you find my pussy more pleasing to fuck as opposed to your stale wife's?"
"Yes," he replied in a resigned, common tone, upon which I rode him wildly and abruptly.
Approaching the climax, I began emitting animalistic grunts.
"Fuck me Mr. Johnson! I want to feel as if my babysitter is the only person I'm with!"
I could sense him growing inside me, knowing that his climax was imminent. It's fine, you can cum inside me. I'll always let you cum inside me. I desire to be filled with your hot seed. Push your cum into me. Have me returning home with your spunk oozing out of me. Ah! Oh! Fuck me, Mr. Johnson, I'm cumming! I'm cumming on your big hard cock!
His muscles tensed. I held his head to my chest as he grunted repeatedly, with each contraction reminding me that I belong to him. And he belongs to me.
Finally, he relaxed and disengaged from me. I sat beside him, laying my head on his shoulder. I was radiant from the satisfaction I had just felt.
"Holy shit, darling. That was intense," he panted, still trying to catch his breath.
"Yes, it was. I enjoy acting as your Mr. Johnson."
"And the children?"
"Yes, they really are watching a film. Speaking of, it's time for me to rejoin them."
"I love you, wife."
"I love you, husband."
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