BBW Babysitter’s Club Brielle

I didn’t have the first clue what I was doing, but he didn’t seem to mind, just allowed me to play to my heart’s content. I was making a mess, there was drool in both corners of my mouth but I didn’t care.

The kiss was hot and torrid and I forgot that we were on a plane thousands of feet in the air, or that his daughter was asleep just across the aisle in the special chair that turned into a protective bed just for her.

As if the kiss wasn’t scorching enough, I felt his big hand on my ribcage, so warm. And then it was moving up to cup the underside of my breast. There were no hurried moves, but neither did I get the feeling that his touch was calculating.

Instead, it felt like he was learning his way around my body, there was a certain need in his touch, and I remembered his words about not touching me until today. I almost lost my breath and breathing became a little difficult.

“First lesson, you’re not allowed to think about anything else but me when you’re on my lap, or when I’m touching you in anyway. The punishment for that particular infraction is nothing to play with.”

“Pun…punishment?” Why did the word make my body feel weak and that place between my thighs start to tingle? He didn’t answer me directly but what he did say more than spelled things out.

“You’re perfect for domination. Petite with that innocent look about you. I can’t wait to fuck my cock into you, to tame you.” He licked my neck and pressed his hand between my thighs, cupping my heat.

Something went off inside me at the word ‘domination’. I’d just seen the new movie about that, and though my little heart had gone pitter- patter at some of the scenes and references, there’s no way I could survive going through something like that with him. He was so….masculine.

“Is that really a thing? Do people really do that?” I guess I thought it was just fantasy, or something very few people were into. My imagination started running wild and any second I was going to swoon.

“Yes, I for one enjoy it. What do you know about domination little one?”

“Nothing really, I just saw it in a movie.” He laughed and I wondered at the sound, but got distracted when that hand between my thighs moved.

I didn’t stop to think of the incongruity of having his hands on my most private place just days after we met. Me, the girl who’d never so much as held hands with a guy, had already slept in a bed with this man, kissed him and was now sitting on his lap with his hands on me.

I had that feeling I get when I say I’m just going to have one last square of my favorite chocolate bar. And then my greedy ass ends up eating the whole thing. That’s the feeling I had now. Like I wanted to say forget the wining and dining and get to the good stuff.

His hand was making me hot and I’m not sure which was better. When he pressed the heel of his palm down on my clit, or when he let his fingertips brush me through my clothes.

I hate clothes. Forget being embarrassed to be seen in my swimsuit. I’m not wearing anything for the rest of the summer. I want to feel those fingers dammit. I turned into a bitch in heat that fast. His scent, his touch, his body, and his kiss, they did me in.

If he’d laid me out in the aisle and did me right there I wouldn’t have objected. And I still have my clothes on. Have mercy, what’s going to happen when he gets me naked? As he seems to have plans on doing. Yikes.

Briele

“I love your body, love the way you feel under my hand. You have a fat pussy.” Oh crap, how can he talk like that? I love it. Even his words gave me sweet tingles. And I’d always disliked that crass language, but somehow in this setting it fit.

“I can’t wait to put my mouth on you; to have my tongue inside you. I bet you taste like heaven.” He said the words into my neck where he was currently nibbling on my flesh, right before sucking it between his teeth.

My face I’m sure, was embarrassingly red, but nothing could make me move away from that hand and what it was doing to me. Or the way it felt when he marked me with his teeth as he pressed down on my clit. And then he went in for the kill.

“I can smell you. Does your pussy always get wet this easily?” Oh shit, he’s gonna have to stop with the words or I’m not gonna make it. I wanted to be embarrassed at him saying he could smell me but the feeling was overshadowed by my pleasure in what he was doing to my body.