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Happy Birthday Mr. K

"So what will it be birthday boy?"

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"This is Part 6, of the “Babysitting the Kellys” series. This series is based on actual events that occurred during a turbulent time in my life. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. <p> [ADVERT] </p>If you enjoyed it, please give me a tingle, umm…I mean encouragement by hitting both the "like" and "favorite" buttons below. You can say I enjoy having my buttons pushed."

My vacation babysitting week completely turned my relationship with Mr. K around. We had sex almost every night that week. I have no idea how Mrs. Kelly didn’t catch us. Hell, I was practically walking bow-legged all week; she must have noticed something. Sure, she looked at me with suspicion, but at that point, I had reached a place where I wasn’t too concerned. There was nothing I could do about it, nor did I want to break it off.

I had gone from playing hard to get, to lusting for Mr. K. My teen hormones were in overdrive, and my emotions were all over the board. I’m not sure what I was expecting or where I thought this relationship would go, but I did know I wanted him badly. 

Mr. K worked his magic on me and I had such a crush on him. Instead of trying to find a way out, all I could do was to try to figure out ways for him to plow into me again and again. My submissive side loved the way he dominated me and how that made me feel.

I knew I needed to end things sooner or later.  The more I looked at the situation, the more I didn't see a way out that would still allow me to continue to babysit the kids. I didn't want to abandon the kids, nor did I want to give up a great source of income.

If I just stopped babysitting, Mrs. Kelly and my mother would want to know why I suddenly stopped. I didn’t want to draw any unnecessary attention on myself. I was starting college soon so I hoped to end things then. It would be the perfect excuse as I could claim I'd be too busy with my studies to babysit. But I didn’t know if I could actually walk away from Mr. K, I liked being his little sex toy. 

A few weeks later

It was Mr. K's birthday, and I was back babysitting. Mr. K and his wife were celebrating with friends in the city and weren't due back until sometime around midnight. Mr. K had turned forty-three. That knowledge produced an “oh, my god” moment for me. What was wrong with me? The fact I was having an affair with a married man twenty-five years older than me, really shocked my inner voice to speak up loudly again. 

I knew what Mr. K and I were doing was wrong for many reasons, but now with him turning another year older, I felt even worse. I was torn between doing what was right and continuing to do what my inner slut was demanding. I was greatly torn up inside, to say the least.

Knowing the girls were asleep and I had lots of time, I eased back on the couch and closed my eyes, imagining the sensual visions of how Mr. K had taken me so many times before. Wearing black leggings allowed for easy access to my freshly trimmed pussy. 

As the visions in my head worked to make me nice and wet, I squeezed my inner walls while feeling my juices spreading down my slit. Then I eased my fingertips inside my silky, wet entrance and started to slowly slide them back and forth against my swelling clit as I gasped at the sensations in the dimly lit room.   

I continued to work my fingers in and out of my sopping wet pussy; my hips arched up into my pulsing fingers, making my clit throb with sensation. I bit my lower lip to quiet my heavy breathing. Plunging my fingers as deep inside my gushing pussy as I could. In my vision I could see and feel that thick pole of man meat as it penetrated the full depth of my vagina. I could feel how it fills and stretches my love canal and how that big purple head bangs into my cervix. Wrapped in the sensations of his love making, my body was overwhelmed, reinforced by how he never fails to bring me to an orgasm.

Just then my body started to shake and quiver uncontrollably, I thrust my hips into my fingers as hard as I could with my legs spread and draped over the couch. Within minutes, I moaned and bit the couch pillow with force, and my entire body quivered and shook as an orgasm flowed out from my clit as it raged over me.  After it peaked the orgasm slowly subsided leaving me drained and exhausted. I must've dozed off on the couch, because the next thing I knew, I was being shaken awake.

"Hey, April," Mr. K said with a smile. "We're back."

My heart fluttered as I saw him. He looked really dashing tonight. His dark hair neatly slicked back, and wearing a crisp shirt and tie.

I groggily sat up and heard Mrs. Kelly's heels clacking around in the kitchen.

"Sorry, sweetie," she told me. "We stayed a little longer than we thought." I glanced towards the clock and saw it was almost one in the morning.

"That's okay," I replied as I stood. "Did you have a good time?"

"It was great," Mrs. Kelly said. "We got to see a lot of friends we haven't seen in a long time."

"That's nice," I said politely. "Well, I better get going then."

"You know, April," Mrs. Kelly said. "You could just stay in the guest room tonight if you wanted. “I know your parents are out of town for the weekend. I don't like you in that house all by yourself."

Mom, Dad, and my sister had gone off on some church retreat. They didn't leave me alone very often, so I was looking forward to having the house to myself.  

Little did the Kellys’ know, but Aaron, my boyfriend, was planning on coming over to the house as soon as I called him. I was planning on having sex with him one more time before breaking it off.

"Thank you for the offer," I told her. "But I'll be fine. I think I'd rather sleep in my own bed tonight."

"Are you sure, April?" Mr. Kelly quizzed with that, all too familiar, smirk on his face. "We were going to make pancakes tomorrow morning."

Something was telling me Mr. Kelly didn't want me to sleep over for the pancakes.

"I'm sure," I said pointedly.

"Well, alright," Mrs. Kelly said, sounding uncertain. "But Rick's going to walk you home, since it so late."

"But it's just a few houses d…”

"No arguments," Mr. K replied.

I sighed, collected my money from Mrs. Kelly, and allowed Mr. K to lead me outside into the chilly night air.

"So, aren't you going to wish me a happy birthday?" Mr. K asked as we started the very short walk to my house.

"Happy birthday!" I replied flatly.

"I sort of meant metaphorically instead of literally," he said.

I raised my eyebrows. "What, like a birthday blow-job?"

"That's a great idea," Mr. K said, his eyes lighting up. We'd made it to my driveway by this point.

"There's not enough time. Your wife is expecting you to come straight back. Besides, I'm sure she'll give you a birthday blow-job."

He frowned. "But I want one from you."

I shrugged. "Oh, well."

Mr. K. sighed. "Goodnight, April. Don't forget to lock your door, okay?"

"Okay," I replied, touched by his concern. He turned to walk away.

"Hey," I said, tugging on his arm and pulling him back. I grabbed his face and gave him a long, deep kiss. "Happy birthday," I whispered.

Mr. K let out a low moan. "You're killing me."

And then he started off back to his house.

Once inside, I carefully locked the door and headed upstairs. I got undressed and put on my oversized t-shirt, which I always wore to bed. After my long nap earlier, I really wasn't that tired, so I sat up in bed watching TV.

I kept trying to get a hold of Aaron, but he wasn't responding. It wouldn't be the first time he didn't follow through with our plans. After about an hour of trying over and over to reach Aaron, I gave up. I was just thinking about trying to go to sleep when I thought I heard a knocking at the side door.

I froze and muted the TV, straining my ears to listen. My heart started racing. My breathing became shallow and rapid.  I was suddenly terrified to be all alone in the house.

I sprung out of bed and lingered near my bedroom door, listening carefully.

Bang, bang, bang!  Someone was definitely knocking on the door, and it was getting harder and louder. The more they banged, the more my panic grew.  Was Aaron finally showing up at the house? If so, why didn’t he call first? After a few seconds of churning the current situation over in my head, I realized it couldn’t be Aaron. He wouldn’t just show up at 2:30 in the morning like that.

I grabbed my phone and ran down the stairs to investigate. I looked out the front window, but there was no car in the driveway or any sign of life.

Bang, bang, bang! Oh shit, whoever it was, they were definitely determined, and I was starting to freak out. The side door had a window so I peaked around the landing to see if I could lay eyes on who was at the door. It was too dark, all I could make out was that it was a large figure. Confirming it wasn’t Aaron.

At this point my heart was racing, the figure at the door had me terrified. Weighing my options, should I run and hide, call the police, yell bloody murder, etc. What happens if whoever is at the door decides to breakdown the door? Should I call the Kelly’s for help? Maybe I should call the police reporting an emergency? I raised my phone with the intent of calling Mr. K, as he could get here much quicker than the police. As I opened the phone I spotted a text message from Mr. K. telling me he was at the door.

What the fuck!

I cautiously approached the door and looked out the window to make sure it was Mr. K. It was him alright, so I opened the door.

"Are you shitting me?" I blurted out.

"Hey, April," Mr. K said with his sly smile.

I’m not sure, but I probably stared at him for ten seconds or so. I was unable to say a single word as my heart was racing and my body shook in terror.

"What the hell?" I finally managed. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" as I pounded on his chest with both hands.

Mr. K quickly pushed his way inside and locked the door behind him.

“Oh wow, you look delicious in that sexy t-shirt.” Mr. K commented as he grabbed me around my waist and pushed me up against the wall. He proceeded to give me a lush, passionate kiss right there at the side entrance.

To be truthful, I was glad to see Mr. K. I was deadly afraid of being in the house alone. Plus, it was wonderful being held in his strong arms.

It was a long and passionate kiss, and I started getting right into it with him. While I was kissing him his hands moved all over my body. He was feeling and massaging my breasts through my thin t-shirt. He slid his hands down until he could grab my ass. After giving my cheeks a squeeze, he slipped his hands into my panties so he could better feel my bare ass.

My terrified state subsided as his warm lips pressed firmly against mine. Our tongues twisted and twirled in that magical ancient sexual dance.

Mr. K kept kissing and rubbing me as he had me pinned against the wall. He effortlessly lifted me up in his strong arms and I threw my bare legs around his waist, automatically clenching them. 

By then I could feel my juices flowing as his hard bulge merged against my throbbing overheated pussy. I had been craving his hard cock all day, and now I had it right where I wanted it.

He carried me up to my bedroom and laid me on the bed.

With a devilish grin, “Are you ready to give me my birthday gift?” Mr. K asked as he continued to hold me close.

“I should spank you for scaring the shit out of me.”

“That sounds fun, but I have a much better idea.” Asking with his silly grin.

I couldn’t wait for him to take me any way he pleased. My inner slut had melted right into full submission mode.

“So what’s it going to be? I’m all yours, birthday boy.” I could feel the bulge growing in Mr. K’s pants, and I couldn’t help but to slip my hand between us to rub his bulge.

"Well, I have been giving this a lot of thought, I would like to tie you up and role play tonight." And with that, he removed his necktie.

“Umm, really? I’m not sure I trust you to untie me.” I jokingly responded.

"Well, maybe I won’t.” He chuckled as he grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around so I was facing away from him. He grabbed my top and pulled it over my head as I raised my arms.

“What are we role-playing?" I asked in a naive voice.

“I’m a home intruder, and I’ve taken you prisoner.” He responded.

“Oh, well, but that's more the truth than role-playing." I smirked.

With that he pulled my arms behind me and tied my wrists together with the neck tie.

I remained silent and submissive. I could feel my juices flowing like Niagara Falls as I was heating up fast. I couldn’t wait to fuck Mr. K. Yes, I was craving for him; I wanted to feel his big, girthy cock inside of me. I was more than ready to be taken and used as he pleased.

Although it was so wrong, I had fallen for him. I would have done anything for him at this point. I didn’t care about all the reasons we shouldn’t be together; all I knew was that I wanted him so badly I was willing to forget about the consequences and let him have me any time, any place, and any way.

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He pushed me face down on the bed. I suppose it was time for me to start role-playing.

"Please," I begged. "Please, just let me go and leave." I made a lame attempt to play along. He pushed my head down into the bed, and I stopped talking.

Not a word came out of him. He got off the bed and I heard the jangle of his belt buckle. Then the sound of him unzipping his pants while he was undressing, I started squirming on the bed, straining against the restraints. I managed to roll onto my back.

He got back on the bed and kneeled over me, staring at me. His hands landed on my bare breasts, and he squeezed them, his thumbs quickly brushing over my hard nipples. He was firm yet gentle at the same time.

I continued the role-playing by flailing my legs, trying to kick him, but it was no use; he was putting most of his weight on my thighs, holding me in place.

"Oh, you seem to be enjoying our little role-playing." As Mr. K brought his hand to my mound and felt where my wetness had seeped through my panties. "Damn, are you really that turned on by getting fucked by an intruder?"

"I wasn't turned on, asshole," I shouted. "It was not arousal, it was panic!"

Though, if I'm being honest, I did start to get really wet when he tied me up. Plus, the idea of Mr. K fucking me while I was bound was extremely hot.

"You scared me so bad, I almost peed in my panties."

"Aw, April," he said softly. He put his hand softly on my cheek. "I'm sorry, hon. I thought you'd be able to tell it was me; besides, I did send you a text." Mr. K leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips. "Are you too upset with me? Should I go?"

I hated when he did this; it always made me admit that I wanted him.

"Well, where does Mrs. Kelly think you are?"

"She's asleep," he replied. "If she notices I'm gone, I'll just say I went for a walk."

If I made him leave, we'd really be wasting a good opportunity. Plus, it was his birthday...

"Fine," I grumbled. "You can stay."

His eyes lit up. "Can I leave you tied up?"

I nodded. "Consider this your birthday present, I guess."

Mr. K leaned down and kissed me again, harder this time, his tongue pushing past my lips. I was squirming and thrusting my hips up against him. Instinct made me want to put my arms around him, but the restraints made that impossible. It was so freaking hot thinking about how I was restrained, completely at Mr. K's mercy.

Mr. K's hands found their way to my breasts again, and he kneaded them as his tongue continued to explore my mouth. My nipples were now rock hard, and my juices were flowing. He started grinding against me too, his cock feeling harder than ever.

"I think it's time for that birthday blowjob," Mr. K whispered with a grin. He gave me one more kiss before rolling off of me. He pulled me to my feet, then pressed down on my shoulders until I sank to my knees. I looked up at him, topless, with my hands tied tightly behind my back as he shed his boxers and unleashed his rock-hard shaft.

“I take it, Mrs. Kelly didn’t give you birthday oral." I said it in a sarcastic voice.

"No, she went to bed using the excuse she was too tired." He mumbled.

Mr. K gave himself a few pumps in front of my face before smacking his cock against my cheeks. I dutifully stuck out my tongue, and Mr. K rubbed his head against it. He moaned softly, savoring the feeling and wanting it to last. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me closer to him, his hands twisting into my hair. I gave the underside of his shaft a big lick. I was just about to dive in when I paused for a moment and looked up at him straight in the eyes.

"Did you have sex with my sister when she babysat for you?" I blurted it out. The question had been weighing on my mind ever since he made that comment that I reminded him of someone. The question caught Mr. K by surprise, as he just froze.

After a long pause, he answered my question.

“April, why are you asking me that?” He retorted, his cock still inches from my face.

“You did, didn’t you?” I tried pulling away from him, but he had a firm grip on my head and hair.


“April, I’ll be honest with you; yes, I did, but only a few times. And it wasn’t the same as what we have.”

“Fuck, I knew it. How long did it go on, and how did it end?”

“Only for about a month, that’s when Angela walked in on us.”

“What?  Mrs. Kelly caught you. Oh gawd, that's why she’s giving me those suspicious looks.” I was starting to freak out.

"April, calm down; she has no clue what’s going on," he replied.

To be honest, I didn’t care much about my sister; she was always evil to me, and when she left home years ago, it was a relief. I was thinking about asking if he had a fling with my mother, but I was terrified of that answer, so I kept my suspicions to myself.

"Besides, I love you, April; you’re special to me... I didn’t have that with your sister.” Mr. K gave me a devilish grin.

I immediately froze at his use of the ‘love’ word. I opened my mouth in surprise, but before I could ask him to clarify, he pulled my head towards his crotch, shoving his cock deep into my mouth.

"UULLKKK!" I gagged, struggling to relax my throat so he could fit more easily. With my hands secured behind my back, I had limited control. I was completely stuck as Mr. K held me in place, thrusting hard against my face. He pivoted my face so that I was looking up at him. I could feel his cock twitch in my mouth as we made eye contact.

"Fuckkk," he growled as his cock continued to plunge deep into my throat. I gagged and sputtered the entire time, resigning myself to being used in this way. My clitoral area ached, and I wished I was free to finger myself. I was certain that by the time he was inside me, I'd come almost immediately.

After a few more forceful thrusts and grunts, Mr. K pulled his slobbery cock out of my mouth. I gasped for air as saliva dripped down my chin. I was unable to wipe it away. Without a word, Mr. K got up and walked toward his pile of clothes on the floor. It looked like he was retrieving his phone. I was confused.

"Bend over the bed, April," he commanded without looking at me. I tried to see what he was doing, but it was too dark, so I stood and laid face down on the bed, my feet still touching the floor and my ass sticking up. I heard Mr. K as he walked back over, and he gave my ass a hard, unexpected slap.

"Ahhh!" I yelled loudly, both from the pain and the surprise. He spanked me again, and I cried out again.

Mr. K chuckled. "That's music to my ears, April; you know I love that tight little ass of yours."

"Look at me, hon," he whispered. I tilted my head to the side and saw him standing to my right, phone in hand. He snapped a few quick photos of me like this—bent over the bed and bound. As sexy as this photoshoot was, I knew it was dangerous to have proof of it. I tried to protest as Mr. K went behind me, snapping more pictures, but it was pointless.

He slapped my ass again, and I heard another click from the phone.

"Mmmmm!" I yelled. I felt Mr. K's fingers probing at my wet entrance.

"You like this, don't you?" He asked. "All tied up, waiting to be stuffed with my cock?" He pushed two fingers inside me, and my slick pussy eagerly accepted them.

"Mmmm," I responded. I shifted my hips, trying to stimulate my clit against the bed.

“What are you waiting for? Fuck me…” I responded in an urgent voice.

"God, I can't wait to fuck you like this," he murmured, removing his fingers and lining his cock up with my opening. He paused, and I figured he was taking one more picture before shoving his length inside me from behind.

"Ohh, please take me, Mr. K.; please, I need you," I moaned.

"Oh, gawd, that feels so good,” as he slid his stiff cock partly inside of me. I was soaking wet, and I could feel his cock easily penetrating me.

"Uuuhm," Mr. K moaned, starting with slow but hard thrusts. The bed shook, and my body moved across the comforter as he continued to drive into me, his fingers digging into my hips as he held me firmly in place.

"Damn," Mr. K said loudly, slapping my ass again. The sound of the smack echoed in the room, and for a brief moment, I was terrified we were being too loud. But it didn't matter because we were completely alone.

After a particularly deep thrust, Mr. K left his cock buried in me for about ten seconds. I think he was holding off his ejaculation.

“Don’t stop…please don’t stop,” I begged as I teetered on the edge of a massive orgasm.

I squirmed beneath him, trying to thrust back against him, and I heard him laugh. “Not yet…”

Mr. K reached under me and played with my clit as he started to fuck me again. It took only a few more thrusts before I tensed up under him, and my pussy was pulsing against his cock.

"MMMMMMMM!" I yelled. 

Mr. K, panting now, pulled out of me and yanked me to my feet again.

I stood there, weak in the knees, as Mr. K sat on the bed, leaning back against the pillows.

"Come here," he said, his voice hoarse. I took a few tentative steps toward him, and his hands circled my waist. Mr. K lifted me effortlessly back onto the bed, and I straddled his lap, his hard, wet cock pressing against my belly.

"I know you like being on top, April," he said, kissing my right breast before licking my nipple. Mr. K picked up his phone off the nightstand and took another series of pictures of me—hair a mess, naked tits on full display.

"That's a good one," he commented, showing me the picture quickly before dropping the phone. Mr. K grabbed his cock and lined it up at my entrance. I compliantly lifted my hips—a tricky feat with my hands tied behind my back—and Mr. K pulled me down, hard, onto his thick cock.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good," I moaned. Mr. K wrapped his arms tightly around me before he began thrusting up into me as hard as he could. Instinctively, I started to move with him, my tits bouncing like crazy.

"That's it, April," he grunted, his cock ramming into me. "Ride my cock like the good little girl that you are."

Safely secure in his arms, I increased the speed of my bouncing. The wet sound of his cock invading my gushing pussy filled the room. His grunts and moans were the loudest I had ever heard. It was so freeing. Mr. K put his mouth near my ear, but instead of whispering something, his tongue darted inside, and it sent shivers down my spine. I was immediately wracked with another orgasm.

"FUUUUHHH," Mr. K grunted when he felt my walls once again contracting around him, and he shot his load deep inside me.

"UUHHHNNN," he shouted, holding my hips flush against him as he filled me with his warm seed. I focused on my vagina muscles as I clenched and milked his cock. I moved my hips nice and slow up and down his shaft. My eyes closed and concentrating on squeezing his cock as hard as I could. I wanted every drop of his semen inside of me.

Exhausted, I slumped my head against his shoulder, breathing heavily. He reached behind me and untied my hands.

"Wow," was all he said as we continued to catch our breath. We stayed exactly how we were, wrapped up in each other, his softening dick still inside me. Mr. K rubbed my back, and it felt incredibly comforting. I kissed his shoulder before sitting up and looking at him, remembering what he said earlier.

"Did you mean it?" I asked him.

"Mean what?" he asked, but I could tell from the look in his eyes that he knew.

"You said you loved me." I sheepishly said.

He smiled. "Of course, I love you, April." He tightened his arms around me. "And I'm never letting you go. So don't even try to leave me.”

The very next day I ended it with Aaron.

I was obsessed with Mr. K. I began masturbating nonstop, imagining how he fucked me and made me feel. Mr. K had me wrapped around his finger, or should I say his cock? I just couldn’t get enough of him, and I longed to be with him all the time. We began meeting more frequently and taking more risks.

After that ‘Love You’ moment, I just couldn’t get enough of Mr. K; I was in love with him. I was naive and foolish to think this relationship could continue. And just when I thought everything was good between us the shit hit the fan.



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