I’d just drifted off to sleep when I heard my bedroom door open.
The man of the house Mr. H quietly walked into my bedroom.
I heard the door close and saw him creep over to my bed, wearing only
a pair of silk black boxers.
I’d just started working as a live-in nanny for the family a few weeks
prior to this and had noticed Mr. H, an attractive Latino man in his
forties looking at me in a way that made my nipples get hard and my
pussy get wet.
He held his index finger up to his lips as if to tell me to be quiet as he
slipped into bed next to me.
“We have to be very quiet Emily.”he whispered.
He pressed his lips to mine and began to kiss me gently, caressing my
jawline and neck, then my breasts over my white tank top, thumbing my
nipples and then beneath it.
He circled his tongue around each of them.
“Very sweet.” he moaned in delight as he slipped his right hand inside
of my pink bikini panties and inside of my pussy.
“This is very tight.” he grinned.
I nodded again, uncertain of what to say or what to do.
I wasn’t expecting this.
Mr. H kissed me again, this time more passionately, flicking his tongue
over my swollen clit.
I bucked with pleasure beneath him, cumming almost instantly.
“Shhh” he reminded me gently as he licked my juices from his fingers.
He made me cum a few more times and then he pulled down his boxers
and climbed on top of me.
“Are you a virgin,Emily?”
I nodded again, feeling both fearful and excited.
“Are you on the pill?”
I nodded again.
“Wonderful.” he grinned, rubbing his thick cock over my clit and then easing it into my cunt.
He kissed me hard and passionately as he popped my cherry.
I winced, trying to move away from him, but he held me still.
Rubbing my clit, and slowly thrusting until it started to feel good again.
He began to fuck me harder and faster.
Both of us were on this ride and I wanted to scream at the top of my
lungs how good it felt, but I knew that I had to be quiet.
I couldn’t risk waking Mrs. H.
He lifted his mouth and stared into my green eyes as grunted softly
“You’re mine now Emily.”he whispered to me somewhat gruffly.
“You’re my whore.”
“Yes, Mr. H.” I smiled.