Don't Tell Mom The Babysitter's Bred - Part 16 [M44/F22] [Age Gap] [DILF] [Curvy College Babysitter] [Aggressive FSub] [Hungover, Morning Sex] [Rough Fingering] [Choking] [Squirting] [Big Cock] [Fucked While Plugged/DP] [Breeding Kink] [Intense F Orgasm] [Deep Creampie] [Yandere Themes]

Previous Parts Here: Part 1, Parts 2 and 3, Parts 4 and 5, Parts 6 and 7, Parts 8 and 9, Parts 10 and 11,Parts 12 and 13, Parts 14 and 15

Please note, other referenced adult characters: F42/M40s/F20s

For those not familiar with previous parts, there's no family relationship between these characters: use of the phrase 'daddy' is in a Dom/sub sense only.

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Part 16

Waking proves hard. Searing pain between my temples heralding the hangover from hell. A deep ache under my balls firing at my first attempt to shift my weight – a wonderful, if uncomfortable reminder of last night’s fun.

My arm won’t move. Not because I’m still cuffed, thankfully - but because it’s pinned by a soft, warm weight. Slowly opening my eyes, I see Mia’s dark hair under my chin. Sheets pulled up to cover everything, but the feel of her silky skin on mine confirming she’s naked underneath.

Blinking against the ache behind my eyes, I notice the daylight spilling out from behind the curtains, panic building as I realize I’ve been with Mia all night...

Heather’s gonna lose her shit.

Carefully, without waking her, I slide my arm under the slumbering girl at my side. Mia’s soft sighs making me wish I could stay cuddled up I bed, but fearing the consequences if I do. Heather and I have a rule: we’ll always let the boys know if we’re spending the night away from home. Not calling or messaging before I committed to a night of indulgence with Erika and Mia is a pretty major breach...

I dread to think what’s waiting for me later when I get home.

Thankful it’s not too cold in the hotel room, I find my clothes next to Mia’s little shorts and skimpy vest. Erika appears to be long gone, nothing of hers left in our little suite.

Fishing my phone out of my pants pocket, I wince when I see the number missed calls. Mostly from my soon-to-be ex-wife, but the last from my buddy Ken. Pulling on my clothes, I dial the voicemail number, looking around the room while a cheery automated voice against my ear provides my first link with reality since the debauched events of last night. 

What I can remember of them, anyway... The details are proving hard to recall.

‘...you have three new messages: message one...’

Even with my hand cupped around the back of the handset, the rising frustration in Heather’s message is enough to make Mia stir. Gorgeous coed sighing and turning as I listen to the mother of my kids bawl me out for not coming home last night. Giving me shit for letting her down and leaving her with a lot awkward explaining to do with our two boys.

Mia wakes - the dark-haired girl slowly sitting up in bed, pouting and running her fingers through her hair. Warm brown eyes looking over in sympathy as she hears what’s drifting out from my phone’s speaker.

“She’s pissed at you?”

“Uh-huh.” I answer, shocked at how sore my throat is. Swallowing hard before trying again. “I should have let her know I wasn’t coming home – she doesn’t like explaining this type of thing to the boys. She worries it’ll ‘dysregulate’ them.”

Mia makes a face.

“She’s one to talk – especially given what she was doing last night...” The curvy beauty answers absently, bringing her hand to her mouth and laughing nervously when she sees my frown of confusion. “Shit – I didn’t tell you about that, did I...”

I hang up the phone. 

“Tell me what, Mia?” 

No sooner have the words left my mouth, I feel a sense of unease. Ache between my temples flaring as I try to recall the thing that’s bothering me. Something Mia told me last night – everything vague and fuzzy... But a nagging feeling persisting – that there’s something important I need to remember.

“Heather had Jake over last night...” Mia answers, “When I went to see her, the boys were getting in their grandma’s car – they were excited ‘cause she was taking them out for McDonalds. Jake was parked down the street, waiting. I think that’s why Heather was so annoyed – I wasn’t meant to be there. She doesn’t know Jake’s been telling me everything.”

Blinking in surprise, I remember Heather’s words when she called me at the bar: ‘I was right in the middle of... Never mind...’

“Wait, she’s fucking him now? I thought you said they were just fooling around.” My shock is somewhat misplaced – I should have known Heather would escalate this. But even for her this is a new step... Starting something with a guy who, as far as Heather knows, is still seeing Mia. I thought my wife’s decision to cheat last year had been a one-off. A cry for help, or something like that. Fucking her personal trainer hopefully proving to be ‘out of character’, not some new pattern of boundary-breaking behavior. 

“Come on, Mr B, don’t worry about it -” Mia tries to reassure me, “I’ll check my phone, but Jake wasn’t planning on staying over. The boys will never know he was there....” Adjusting herself on the bed, the sheet slides from under Mia’s armpits to give a wonderful view of her cleavage. I struggle with the distraction, wondering if it’s deliberate - worried how quickly she’s able to get me to lose my train of thought with just a quick flash.

Speaking of, why can’t I shake the feeling there’s something I need to address with her? Why can’t I remember what it was she said last night that bothered me so much?

A knock at the door makes us both pause, looking at each other. Mia shrugging at me sheepishly, adjusting the sheet under her arms so she’s covered once more.

I step over and look out the peephole, hoping to see a housekeeping cart. Feeling myself blush when I see my buddy Ken grinning back.

“Come on, Liam – open up!” He calls out, knocking again. “We’re waiting for you, buddy, didn’t you get my message?”

“How does he know I’m here?” I whisper to Mia, who shrugs again and shakes her head, the genuine look of confusion on her face telling me this isn’t another of her games...

With a sigh, I open the door to our room, instantly aggrieved Ken doesn’t look half as hungover as I feel.

“There he is!” My frustratingly perky friend exclaims, clapping me on the arm, smiling cheerily, but frowning at the fact I’m still in the cheap freebie shirt from last night. 

“She told us this was your room - we caught your girl sneaking out when we were in the lobby. You fucking stud - I can’t believe you!” Ken laughs. “Alan said he thought you were just gonna hang back at the bar to fool around with the lovely Erika. We didn’t think you’d bring her here - let alone get her to spend the night! Lucky bastard...”

Ken shoulders his way in before I can stop him – compact, sturdy frame prompting ‘dad bod’ comparisons with the stocky college running back he was back in the day.

“Come on then, Liam – let’s get going, yeah? We can stop on our way and pick you up some fresh clo-” Ken’s stopped mid-ramble by the sight of Mia grinning sheepishly over in the bed. 

“Oh... Oh, I see... Oh, well, I...” He stammers, Ken’s perpetually horny brain short-circuiting as he works out what must have happened last night. Seeing Erika leave earlier and Mia still here with me - putting two and two together to come up with ‘threesome’... “Good morning, miss!” He covers smoothly, ruining it a bit by staring hungrily at Mia’s chest, big tits barely covered by the thin sheet pulled up under her arms. “I, uh – I’m so sorry to interrupt... I’ll... be... leaving now! Nice to meet you-”

Turning to mouth a quick ‘wow’, my sex starved friend lets me usher him out.

“I’ll be down soon, Ken – let me just shower quick, yeah?” I assure him once he’s safely out the door. “Though I guess I should call home before we go to the spa...”

“Take your time, buddy... Take your time.” He replies, leaning around me to get one last look at Mia as I hear her moving on the bed. “I’ll tell the others you’ve got something, err... ‘urgent’ you need to attend to.” Ken murmurs, almost lost in his own horny daydream. “We’ll see you there, yeah? Then you can tell us all about it, you lucky, lucky bastard...”

I wait until Ken’s out of sight before fully closing the door to our room, not putting it past the old lech to hang around and listen. Turning to see Mia leaning forward on the mattress, eyebrows raised.

I laugh nervously, feeling somewhat responsible for my buddy’s behavior. “Sorry about Ken. He’s harmless - I promise,” 

She flashes me a smile. “I don’t mind. In fact, I kinda like that I make them jealous of you.”

She gets up off the bed, letting the sheet slide off her. Grinning as she watches my reaction to her beautiful curvy body under the soft, low lights of our room. I love how she looks... I can’t get enough. That hourglass figure like nothing else, sweep of each dip and swell drawing my eye, each new detail battling for my attention. Her skin butter-soft under my fingertips as I reach out and take her by the waist, stroking her wide hips before pulling her close to me.

“And trust me - they were so jealous of you last night, daddy.” Mia purrs, leaning into me, big tits pressed softly against my abs as she slowly unbuttons my pants. “Wishing they were you, wishing they could have what you have... Just imagine what Ken’s telling your friends right now – all about the curvy college slut he’s just found in your room. Naked in your bed, all sleepy, hair a mess, just waiting for you to come back and fuck her fully awake...”

Smiling, she tilts her chin and parts her lips, pulling my head down to kiss her.

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Things escalate quickly, that first kiss growing in need and intention, hands grabbing and groping, clothes quickly dispatched.

Silently, we agree a morning-breath amnesty, revelling in the rawness of our unwashed, scarely conscious condition; scales weighted heavily in favor of lust over any hygiene-related niceties. Kissing me roughly, Mia pulls away and laughs, telling me she can still smell her pussy on my chin. Memories of this beautiful girl grinding her wet, needy cunt all over my face making me growl with desire as I kiss her again and make her moan for me...

Stood pressed tight to my hips, she jerks my thick cock against her heavy tits. Mia gasping when I reach between her thighs to push my fingers into the hot, sticky mess of her plump pussy. Each of us staring; hot, dark and intense as we take what we want from the other. Unfiltered gratification - filthy, needy and unrestrained.

Mia glares at me, biting her lip as I reach up with my free hand to stroke her hair.

“No, not gentle... Not today. I want you to be rough with me, daddy – I need something that really wakes me up...” Nodding when I push my fingers through her thick brown waves to grab a handful of her hair. Mia groaning with lust as I grab her by the scruff of her neck, eyes fluttering as I wrench her head back to make her look at me. 

“Fuck... Yes, that’s it, daddy... Don’t hold back – your good girl’s still half asleep, so you can give this bad little bitch what she really needs... Get me all fucking filthy before I clean up nice for you.”

Still holding my cock, she walks us back until her ass hits the wall. Fat cheeks spreading against the textured wallpaper when she pulls my weight onto her, groaning with longing as I kiss her roughly. Reaching between her legs to play with her firm, fat clit. Helping Mia lift her leg onto the arm of the chair alongside before pushing my fingers back inside her drenched cunt, feeling wetness run over my knuckles as she tilts her hips to help take me deeper. 

My gorgeous girl breaking our kiss to stare at me with dark, fevered need and demand more.

“Harder. Do it. Make me take it...” She demands, eyes flashing in delight as I loosely put my hand around her throat before adding a third finger to her soaked hole. “Fuuuckkk.... Yes, daddy – do it. I want it. Choke me... Make your dirty girl cum, daddy... Stretch me open, get that cunt all fucking messy for your cock – God, you make me so wet, it's so fucking wet for you, daddy...”

Watching her eyes, I give her what she wants, Mia’s grip tightening around my cock when I pin her to the wall and tighten my grip around her neck. Pretty face quickly flushing a deep crimson. 

Her eager nod preceding a river of wetness bathing my fingers, dripping from the busty girl pumping my big cock against her heavy tits, dark-eyed beauty gazing at me with adoration as I lightly choke her. Grunting and gasping while I fuck three thick fingers in and out of her soaked pussy. Curling them in tight against her g-spot, Mia clenching hard around my knuckles as she starts to croak and gurgle, face and chest bright red, big thighs shaking...

She cums hard, pussy spasming around my fingers buried inside. The curvy coed sagging into my grip as her legs give out, sliding down the wall a few inches before I adjust my grip to support her weight. Mia trembling, moaning; squirting all over her soft, thick thighs as she bucks against my fingers and rides out the pleasure. I relax my hand where it’s against her throat, watching her smile before her eyes roll back and she takes a huge, shuddering breath.

Squirt still dripping off my wrist, Mia grins at me, panting a little before she speaks.

“Don’t stop now, daddy... You’ve just got me warmed up.”

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I bend her over the bed, Mia’s juicy ass spread for me as she presents her creamy hole for fucking. Scent of her driving me wild, musk from her puffy, squirt-slick sex mixing with the smell of our sweat and the heady sweetness of our boozy breath. 

Watching Mia’s thick cheeks part answers another question from last night, namely where the butt plug ended up. The sight of her rose-pink toy makes my cock twitch, jewelled base hiding her dusky ring. Likely pushed back in to delay having to deal with the huge load I hosed into her asshole. I don't think I've ever cum so hard in my life...

Memories start to float up from my slowly sobering brain. Images of Mia straddling my hips, Erika helping to shove my fat cock inside her friend’s pretty ass. Then, the last thing I remember, the gaping, swollen ruin of Mia’s stretched-out, well-fucked hole, cum leaking out, dribbling over her pussy as she gasps and trembles, slumped forward over my knees.

I tease the head of my cock at her entrance, pussy wet beyond belief.

“You want me to take the plug out?” I ask the girl gasping with excitement beneath me.

“No, daddy - leave it in. I want to cum with my holes stuffed full for you...”

I push inside... Feeling Mia's amazing pussy melt around the wide head of my dick, straining for just a moment as she stretches around my thickness. Then yielding, creamy lips clinging to my fat veiny shaft as I give her more. Feeding it deeper, feeling her hot, little cunt caress every inch of me. Kiss of her wet walls enough to have me throbbing already.

I can feel the toy in her ass against my shaft, hard flare of the plug bulging through the thin tissue between her pussy and her ass, Mia wailing softly as the tip of my cock slides past. My thick dick completely filling her pussy, making the base of the toy move as I push deep. Flare of hard metal in her asshole yielding to the cock stuffed in her tight young cunt.

“Oh.... Oh, fuck, daddy... That’s a lot...” Mia sounds anxious – voice strained as I gently bottom out inside her. Too late, I remember what she said yesterday about feeling sore...

Her arms are shaking where she’s trying to push up off the bed, arching to make room, something to alleviate the immense pressure she must be feeling. I can see her tits swaying as I rock against that spot deep inside, the one I know drives her wild. 

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll go easy to start...” 

She nods, teeth gritted in a strained smile. Breath catching in her throat as she tries to laugh off the intensity, groaning and clenching around me.

I fuck her slow at first, hands firm on her ass to keep her spread, watching the base of the plug twitch and bounce as I thrust into her. I can see the tension in Mia, muscles in her shoulders and lower back bunching in time with my movements, trying to keep some control over the sensation. Her breathing’s labored – tight, strained little cries letting me know where it’s too much, adjusting my stroke...

Then, I hear her moan. Deep, long and needy...

“There?”

“Yes.... Oh fuck, yes...” She answers with a wail, throat tight. 

I thrust again. Same angle, same depth.

She moans – louder this time, lower, almost a growl.

“More?”

I move again, same spot, trying to drive against it, letting my weight drive against her.

“Oh fuck, right there – more...”

Watching a sheen of sweat on her shoulders, I lean into her. Fat ass spreading against my hips as I fuck against that spot she loves. My pubic bone bumping the toy each thrust, shoving the plug deeper into her ass as I stretch her pussy out with each long stroke.

“Oh, God, daddy – don’t stop... Please, please keep fucking me, fuck me just like that.”

I obey, giving Mia the cock I know she loves. Listening as her deep moans turn louder, more desperate. Strained, intense, almost animal. Something clearly building in her, pussy tightening more and more around my thick dick as I pound into her soaked, creamy cunt as hard as I dare.

“...Cum with me, daddy – fill me up...”

Those words. 

Memories of last night flooding back.

“Do it, daddy, please! Cum in your dirty girl, daddy – breed me, please, please... Cum in me -  breed this fertile, needy cunt... I need it so bad,”

I remember too late – those memories fuzzy no longer. Pin sharp and brought into perfect focus as I feel my orgasm building beyond the point of no return. Mia’s confession clearly more than just dirty talk last night. Those words making me throb and groan, ready to cum inside her...

I have to pull out. I have to... I’ve been so irresponsible. Naïve. I should have used protection – should never have trusted her... But it’s not too late - we can talk things over, see if she’ll go with me to get Plan B...

No.

Mia’s pussy feels incredible, tight beyond belief as she struggles with the intensity of her  peaking climax. Wailing with pleasure as she starts to cum all over the huge cock splitting her open, shaking as I continue to hammer into her soaked sex, smashing against the plug to fuck both her holes as hard as she can take. Her slender arms braced against the force I’m using, perfect tits bouncing as she drives her big ass back, pussy swallowing my cock whole, drenching me in her juices. Shuddering as she loses control, still pleading with me to cum in her. Breed her...

I want to. 

I know it’s crazy, but I really want to.

I can’t truly explain it, safe to say it’s something primal. Something at a deep, genetic level. Her desperate pleading to be bred chiming with a similarly powerful need in me. A voice in my blood, telling me over and over to fuck a baby into Mia. Flood her pussy with my seed. Obey my girl's desperate cries - obey my biology. Make her mine...

“Yes! Oh fuck, yes, I can feel it!” She screams with pleasure as I start to cum, wrapping my arm across her chest and pulling her back onto me. Dick pushing even deeper as I erupt against her soft, tender cervix, making her gasp, “Empty it all out inside me, daddy – make me take it all...” Mia weaving her hips to milk every last drop from me, twisting and reaching back to hold my face and kiss me as I pant and start to come down.

“You did so well, daddy” She murmurs warmly, stroking my arm where it’s across her chest. “I’m so proud of you...”

“We...” I start, struggling with light-headedness and swallowing hard. “We need to talk about this.”

Mia laughs, hugging my arm tight against her soft, warm rack. “Of course, daddy - but not now. We need to get ready now – your friends are waiting.”

“OK,” I pant, “But you’re coming with me. I’m not letting you go until I know the truth. All of it, OK, Mia? No more games and gaslighting. You’re going to come with me to the spa and we’re gonna talk it all through...”

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Happy Holidays, everyone! Hope you enjoyed that one. I'll be writing part 17 soon!