I Couldn't Resist my Babysitter

I have been observing her for so long. I really did think of her innocently at first, believe it or not. Ever since I first got to know her at the age of 16, I have felt a deep sense of affection for her and a desire to protect her. To save her from any further pain. She had a sadness in her eyes that comes with having needed to mature way before her age.

I convinced my wife to let Molly babysit for us because I knew she could use the money. I didn't know how else to help her. I figured my obsession with her was because she was fatherless and that I would grow to think of her as my own. Except, she grew up. Became a woman. Her breasts became fuller and I guess she's the type of girl who feels empowered to not wear bras and let her nipples poke through. My wife has always been the same way so it wasn't strange to either of us. It wasn't until Molly turned 22 that I truly allowed myself to give in and admit what I really felt for her.

This was around the time that my wife started traveling a lot more for work. I missed her in the house. But I missed more that she was not around to take care of my children. I always felt most loved by my wife when she was being a good mother. To me the two were the same. If she was being a good mother, it meant that she was treating all of us well. She also stopped communicating with me and overall put in way less effort into our relationship.

I say all this because if I didn't see Molly taking care of my children so well. Doing it all so selflessly, sincerely and with a motherly love in her eyes that was undeniable, I don't think I would be so intensely attracted to her. Just seeing Molly working in my house, being there for my children and even bringing me meals which we never asked her to do, filled me with affection and warmth. As she walked around with her perky breasts and nipples on show, I just admired her beauty and soft innocence. I couldn't deny my lust any longer. I would get hard just by her presence in my home. Molly often stayed back and used our guest room and bathroom as things were not stable at her home.

One night, she was simply clearing up the kitchen. But the way she moved it felt like she was dancing around, her hair whipping from side to side. I had a clear view of her from my study and I started touching myself. I stared at her and stroked myself until I came all across my pants. I couldn't move. I knew I had crossed a line all on my own and there was no going back.

Later that night I invited Molly to come watch TV with me on the couch. Trust me, I cared more about her happiness and comfort than my raging desire for her body. I just hoped that I could be the one to please here. I asked her, "Molly, are you doing okay? I haven't asked about how things are at home in so long. Please feel free to stay here as long as you like if it helps."

She answered, "Thanks Mr. White. You've always been so kind."

"Molly, are you comfortable? I mean are you happy? I sometimes look at you and I feel you're so lonely. Am I wrong?"

"I guess Mr. White no two people understand each other more than two lonely people. I know that Mrs. White has hardly been home in the last few months. It can't be easy for you. "

"But you make it so much easier. I hardly notice her absence." I know I was being brave. But I had to be. And I was not prepared for what she was going to say.

"But that's not all a man needs. We all need affection and physical comfort don't we?"

Instantly I felt something stir in my pants and I hoped that she could see it as much as I hoped that I would be spared the embarrassment.

She looked at me with those large innocent eyes that conveyed nothing but affection. I couldn't help but look away and stare at her large bosom. If only I could lay my head there, if only she would caress my head and take care of me. Molly was much smarter than I gave her credit for. She read it all in my face and inched closer to me until our bodies fit snugly next to each other. I put my arm around her and we cuddled as she arched herself towards me and she started rubbing herself on me.

"I have no one Mr. White. I haven't touched anyone in so long. Is this ok?" Again those big brown eyes stared at me innocently. God damn.

I couldn't speak. Her hand was now on my thigh and I had a raging boner. I made a half assed attempt to hide it with my other arm but she swiftly pushed it away. She started touching me over my soft cotton pants and it felt like a moment of ecstasy that I hadn't felt probably since I was a teenager. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

I buried my face in her chest, kissing her and biting her nipples over her T-shirt as she teased me. She alternated between softly pressing me and touching me lightly. I groaned in desperation. I moved her on top of me and she started grinding, her legs straddling me as I held on to her breasts. My hands reached underneath her T-shirt and I pinched her nipples, making her gasp and moan in pain and pleasure. I used my thumb and index finger to twist her nipples, alternating between holding them lightly and twisting them hard and pulling on them. She started letting out these soft moans and wore an expression of pain. I brought my mouth to her chest and took her nipple in my mouth while I kept twisting the other one hard. I licked her nipple and bit on it, sucking them fuller. I wanted more but I never wanted to stop this. Then I laid her down on the couch and saw that her wetness had soaked through her shorts.

She started taking off all her clothes while I touched myself, my dick in my hand. Once she was stark naked, she pulled down my shorts and took off my T-shirt. Then she kneeled down in front of me and took my dick in her hand, taking her sweet time to run her fingers up and down and around my shaft. She used her thumb to draw circles on the tip and I grabbed on to her head. I stroked her hair, played with it, wanting to express my care for her. I wanted her to be comfortable but I couldn't take it anymore and shoved my dick inside her mouth. She took it well, taking it in deep and also moved her hand up and down on my dick and balls.

"You're such a good girl Molly. My dick looks so good in your mouth."

She took my dick out of her mouth to tell me "keep telling me how good I am daddy. It's such a turn on for me. All I want to do is please you. Look I'm so wet, I'm dripping on your floor."

That about did it for me and I lifted her and laid her on the couch once again.

"I want to come inside your pussy Molly." I could see the hunger in her eyes and shoved it in as she moaned and said "Fuck me daddy, fuck me hard."

I shoved my dick inside her as deep as it would go and then gave her a good few hard thrusts. Needless to say I didn't last long. The view of her breasts bouncing, her perfect little body laying at my mercy - I couldn't believe my fortune. I decided I wanted to come all across her. I started feeling my legs shake and made sure there were a few drops inside her as I proceeded to make a mess all over her flat stomach, tits and her mouth. As I jerked off the last drop of cum onto her mouth, I held my dick near her mouth to see if she would give it a last lick. My good little girl did not disappoint.

As happy and exhausted I was, I also realized that I felt a big sense of relief. All this time I was so scared of hurting Molly and feeling wrong about it all. But now that I knew that she was a dirty little slut that enjoyed being used by me, I knew I had nothing to worry about. My days of painful longing were gone. We were going to have so much fun together.