Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Slowly, my fingers begin rubbing up and down my pole, the shaft hardening immediately from rubber to iron. It grows beneath my hand, with giant veins snaking up and down both the left and right sides, even as my balls lift towards my groin. Yet, I can’t take my eyes off of Paisley. She’s so gorgeous as she blows out another breath of exasperation, her fluffy blonde bangs flying up for a moment from the puff of air.
But then, Paisley startles as she looks straight in the mirror at my reflection. Oh shit, she’s seen me, and even worse, she clearly sees that I’ve got my shirt and pants open now, with my cock out. But do I stop stroking myself? Hell no. Instead, I keep my eyes glued to hers even as my palm continues to do its work, squeezing and tugging at my massive member.
Slowly, the girl’s blue eyes survey my broad shoulders before dropping down my bronzed chest to take in the six pack abs there. She licks her lips unconsciously, those innocent eyes going wide as her pupils dilate. But then her gaze drops even lower still, roving over the defined “V” of my hips before dropping all the way to my groin where I’m squeezing and tugging at my massive cock. By now, the head’s a glistening deep purple as I pull with firm, powerful strokes, emphasizing its long length and thick size.
Paisley’s mouth drops open as her breasts begin to heave with surprise and excitement. Her mouth opens and closes a few times, but no sounds come out, and I smile at her in the mirror. Or more accurately, I grin wolfishly, never breaking her gaze because I want the teenage girl to see what she does to me. I want her to observe how she makes me rock-hard, standing at a full ten inches as I envision those sweet lips sealed around the root of my shaft. I want her to know that she’s exactly my type, and that I’ll have her nude and on her knees soon enough, her pretty tongue outstretched to taste my come.
With that, my balls begin to rise. Oh shit, this fucked-up teasing has really gotten to me because usually I’m able to last quite a while. Hand jobs, especially self-hand jobs, are not my thing and I can’t even remember the last time I gave myself one. But having this pretty blonde witness my depravity totally changes the game, and now, my balls rise up towards my shaft, the seed already churning furiously inside. Pressure surges in my pelvis and then with a grunt and a powerful moan, I release. My cock jerks in my hand, the root pulsing wildly as the first shots of semen spray onto my chest and abs, leaving a splatter of viscous male seed.
Paisley gasps from the bedroom, unable to tear her eyes away from my pulsing cock. Another blast of semen arcs through the air, this one splattering on the marble ledge before pearlescent trails begin dripping into the sink. But there’s more to come and I grunt spasmodically as shot after shot of white fluid spurts from my raging dick, spraying onto the bathroom fixtures even as I continue staring at Paisley in the mirror. Her cheeks are flushed an almost tomato-red now, and I can see how her big breasts heave within the tight confines of her t-shirt. But it’s clear that she likes it, even if she’s still trying to process what’s happening, and in the back of my mind, I wonder if she’s ever been with a man before. Has anyone ever caressed those sweet tits? Sucked her nipples? Maybe licked her clit a little before stuffing her full of cock?
But there’s no opportunity to ask because when my shaft starts dribbling off, I reach down to squeeze my balls one last time, grunting as I milk out the last of my semen. A final long drip oozes out, dropping lazily to the bathroom floor, and for some reason, that shocks my beautiful babysitter out of her near-catatonic state. She jerks and bounces onto her feet, still staring at me in the bathroom mirror. Then, the curvy blonde turns on her heels and flees the bedroom, not bothering to shut the door behind her.
I grin sardonically, looking down at the mess I’ve made. Thank fuck Hilda comes tomorrow because this place looks like it just got hit by an enormous semen bomb, and my housekeeper’s going to have her work cut out for her. But now, I’ve broken another boundary with my sassy little babysitter, and even more, I know that Paisley likes it. She wants what she just witnessed, and I’ll find some way to give it to her on her eighteenth birthday.
CHAPTER 6
Paisley
My heart races as I approach the massive townhouse. I can’t believe this is happening because just a few days ago, Mr. Landry caught me spying on him. But then, I saw what he was doing in the en suite, and he didn’t stop touching himself even though he knew I was there. He wanted me to see him masturbate. He wanted me to see that enormous cock, and how he sprayed all over the place, those handsome features drawn and tense as he stared at me in the mirror with hunger in his blue eyes.