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Professional Hazard
by Pasego (pasego05@hotmail.com)

***

Babysitters are traditionally the focal point of many a 
male fantasy. For Bob and his equally inebriated cohort 
David however, it was just a case of "Let the games 
begin!" Shame young Emma had never expected to be doing 
this much overtime! (MM/f-teen, ped, nc, rp, 1st, mast, 
anal)

***

Emma sighed as she flipped through the channels at the 
Jenkins house. They didn't have any of the good 
stations, something she should have remembered. If she 
HAD she would have brought a book or movie. Mrs. 
Jenkins was out of town for her sister's wedding and 
Mr. Jenkins had gone out with some friends for a "guy's 
night." She was about to start looking through their 
DVD's when Mr. Jenkins opened the front door and walked 
in, along with one of his friends. Emma jumped, 
startled. He was home three hours early! 

Mr. Jenkins smiled when he saw her and started to walk 
in her general direction. He and his friend were 
obviously drunk; both smelled of beer and neither 
seemed to be able to walk in a straight line.

"Hey Emma," Bob Jenkins slurred when he stopped in 
front of her. "Sorry we're early...wanted you to meet 
my friend David."

"Hello sir, nice to meet you," Emma said, striving for 
politeness as she held out her hand.

David hesitated before accepting it, studying the 
vision in front of him. Drunk or not, he could hardly 
fail to recognize the girl's young age – she was in 
tenth grade according to his friend. That tight blouse 
did little to conceal the developing mounds beneath, 
and only a priest-in-training might fail to notice the 
girl's finely shaped hips, denim-covered crotch and 
politically correct little ass. 

The face had its own unique appeal. Bright blue eyes 
that shone with the promise and tease of youth. Just 
the smallest hint of eye-shadow, blush and lip gloss. 
Pretty hair whose color could not be called red or 
brunette but appeared almost a dark chestnut; it fell 
in well-groomed curls to her shoulders. The girl's high 
cheeks and flawless complexion combined further to 
intoxicate almost every male she came into contact 
with. 

David took her delicate hand in his bear-like one and 
started to shake enthusiastically. He was chortling and 
snorting, he obviously found something extremely 
amusing. Emma wasn't amused. Her hand had started to 
hurt and she had a sick sensation in the pit of her 
stomach. She didn't want to leave the children when 
their father was in this state, but she sure as hell 
didn't want to stay either. 

She tried to pull her hand free, but David tightened 
his grip. She wrenched harder, desperate now to get 
away from the large man. Far from coming free, David's 
grip tightened even harder and he pulled her into his 
chest. His other hand grabbed her hair and he wrenched 
her face up to his. 

"We're all gonna have some fun tonight little slut," he 
growled lustily. Emma's eyes widened and filled with 
tears at the dawning realization of her situation. She 
was in a house with two men, two drunken men who were 
much stronger than her. There was no one to help her; 
her parents didn't expect her home for another three to 
four hours. They could do what they wanted to her and 
no one would know until it was too late. 

In desperation she began to plead with Bob, knowing 
that of the two he was more likely to have compassion. 
"Please Mr. Jenkins; you don't want to do this. Think 
of your wife, your children...if you let me go now I 
won't tell anyone what happened. Please sir, I'm 
BEGGING you to let me go." 

Bob looked momentarily unsure; maybe a small flicker of 
sobriety was shining through the inebriated fog. Emma 
never knew for certain however because David slapped 
her hard. Emma stumbled back in shock and would have 
fallen if not for David's hand still gripping her arm. 
Her face stung and she felt her cheek flushing a bright 
red. "Shut up! I don't wanna hear your whining! Fucking 
slut..." 

Emma wanted to tell him she wasn't a slut, that she had 
never even let her boyfriend fondle her. She knew now 
though that any defiance on her part would only lead to 
more pain from David. Bob wasn't going to stop this. He 
was either too drunk or maybe even afraid of David's 
retaliation if he said anything. Emma suspected it was 
a little of both. 

She made an effort to stifle her sobs and stand silent 
before them. Tears still leaked from the corners of her 
eyes but they were the only indication of her horror. 
She couldn't fight them, couldn't stop them but she 
could try to walk away from this with her dignity 
intact. 

"That's better little Emma," David crooned, stroking 
her hair in a gross imitation of affection. "You may 
even like this baby. Now tell me, are you a virgin?"

Emma nodded slowly, wary of the way the two men's eyes 
lit up. "Did you hear that Bob? We got ourselves a 
genuine first timer." They led the girl over to the 
couch and David pushed her down. He plopped heavily 
beside her and Bob settled on her other side. David 
began to feel her breasts through her top and it took 
all her willpower not to scream. Bob turned her head 
towards his and leaned down for a kiss. Despite his 
inebriation it was a decent attempt, and Emma 
reciprocated in spite of herself. 

Her blouse had been unbuttoned and was now tugged off 
her shoulders, revealing her young breasts in their 
white lace bra. David fell to his knees in front of her 
and began to kiss one breast through the material while 
he played with the other. The kisses were slobbering 
attempts and the front of Emma's bra was soon wet to 
the point of transparency. The men noticed that the 
girl's nipples were hardening up delightfully, though 
whether it was from their ministrations or the cold air 
in the room one can only conjecture. Bob broke free of 
the kiss and reached to unhook the garment, pulling it 
down her arms and tossing it to the floor. 

Emma was now naked from the waist up and she crossed 
her arms over her chest in embarrassment. David wasted 
no time in wrenching her arms down however and soon the 
two men had a breast each. They sucked her tender flesh 
into their mouths, biting lightly and swabbing her 
nipples with their warm tongues. Emma wanted to be 
disgusted, wanted to deny the arousal now coursing 
through her body. 

This is WRONG! This is WRONG! Her mind screamed it, her 
body disagreed. Warmth was spreading through her and 
her pussy was tingling pleasantly. She could feel 
wetness down there, more than had ever been produced 
during her frequent masturbation sessions. 

Bob was now rubbing the front of her jeans, causing a 
sweet friction there that had her arching into his 
palm, moaning quietly. "She really IS enjoying this," 
he muttered, rubbing even faster at her crotch.

"I told you she's a little slut," David replied. He 
unzipped her jeans and tugged them off while Bob held 
her up by her hips. Emma was now clad only in her 
panties: sexy little cotton briefs with polka dots 
speckled all over. David wasted no time in slipping a 
hand underneath their waistband and groping her most 
intimate area. He brushed down over her mons to her 
swollen pussy lips and parted them. His finger slipped 
into her passage and he groaned in delight. "Fuck she's 
tight! So fucking tight and wet..."

"Are you really a virgin Emma?" Bob asked, still 
stroking her breasts as he watched his friend play with 
her nether region. They had already asked that but 
apparently Bob forgot the answer. Emma nodded slowly, 
her fear returning. She was the only one who had ever 
touched that intimate place, and now two men were going 
to use it for their enjoyment. She was aroused, she 
couldn't deny it, but she knew she didn't want them to 
do this to her. She didn't want to lose her virginity 
this way.

With a burst of renewed determination Emma jumped off 
the couch. David's finger came out of her pussy with a 
wet sucking sound that may have been almost comical in 
some other situation. Emma didn't notice, she was 
running down the hall to the front door as fast as she 
could. She was close enough to touch the handle when 
strong arms lifted her into the air and spun her 
around. She was slammed against the wall and 
momentarily winded. 

"Little bitch," David breathed, furious. "I think I 
need to teach you a lesson."

Bob had caught up and was looking at David uneasily. 
"Hey man, I think we should stop. What if she..."

"Shut up!" David shouted into his friend's face, "This 
was your idea so just shut up! It's too late to stop 
now."

Still holding Emma against the wall David ripped at his 
fly, pulling the material of his jeans down to pool 
around his ankles. His boxers followed and he slid Emma 
higher up the wall. She was sobbing quietly; this was 
it... the end of her innocence. David pushed aside the 
fabric of her panties and positioned his erection at 
her entrance. Emma whimpered as he lowered her down on 
his length, stretching the walls of her vagina. Her 
hymen had been destroyed during horseback riding 
lessons when she was a child, but there was still some 
pain as he unceremoniously stuffed her. 

David was moaning in sheer ecstasy as Emma's pussy 
adjusted to accommodate his member. For Emma the pain 
was fading and now she just felt... full. It was an odd 
sensation, one she feared she could get used to, could 
learn to love in fact. David began to thrust, hitting 
her panty-clad ass against the wall with every inward 
movement. 

The tingling was starting again, generating in her 
pussy and pulsing through her body in ever widening 
circles. She moaned involuntarily and started reverse 
thrust. She was so ashamed of herself, so angry at her 
body's betrayal. Still she thrust, unable to resist the 
pleasure flowing through her. 

David was picking up speed; hammering into her, 
slamming her against the wall over and over again. It 
was just too much stimulation for one young girl to 
handle and Emma came hard, moaning and whimpering as 
her pussy contracted around David's cock. Less than 
thirty seconds later he followed suit, unloading spurts 
of semen into her wet pussy. 

"Fuck she's so hot!" David groaned, his face scrunched 
up in pleasure. At some point Bob had removed his 
throbbing erection from its confines and was stroking 
it slowly. His eyes were glazed with lust. 

"Your turn pal," David said after he had recovered. He 
slipped his flaccid organ from Emma's drenched pussy 
and made a come on gesture, but Bob shook his head. 

"Not like that." He took Emma's hand and led the dazed 
girl back to the couch in the living room. She laid 
down on it without protest, still shaken from her 
orgasm. She couldn't believe she had gotten off while 
being raped; had in fact had the biggest orgasm of her 
young life. 

What is wrong with me? She thought, frantically trying 
to re-establish control of herself.

She failed miserably when Bob began kissing her again, 
running his hand up over her stomach to gently cup a 
breast. Emma returned the kiss with as much enthusiasm 
as she could muster. It was almost against her will, as 
if her mind had temporarily lost control of her body. 
Bob and David reminded her of the bad cop/good cop 
routine. 

David had just interrogated her, now Bob was soothing 
her and assuring her that he was on her side. His other 
hand slipped her panties off and he stroked her pussy, 
middle finger resting on her engorged clit. He began to 
rub it slowly and Emma moaned into his mouth, arching 
toward him. She could feel his erection against her and 
knew what he was going to do with it. She found with 
some surprise that she didn't care anymore. She was no 
longer pure, no longer innocent...what was one more 
cock tonight?

Currently the owner of that cock was positioning 
himself at her entrance. He slid in with ease, she was 
well lubricated from her and David's come. "Emma, oh 
Emma," he murmured against her lips. His breath was 
sweeter than David's and Emma thought he may not be as 
smashed as his friend. 

Then all thoughts were lost as he started to move 
inside her. His rhythm was slow and even, his strokes 
going deeper into Emma than David's quick thrusts had. 
She writhed beneath him, wrapping her legs around his 
back and trying to pull him in even deeper. He obliged 
and his cock head rubbed against her g-spot. 

Emma nearly fainted from pleasure. Dizzying waves 
crashed through her as she came for the second time 
that night. "Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God!" It was 
all she could say and it was the most sincere prayer 
she had ever recited.

Bob was still thrusting, never changing pace as he 
neared his climax. Emma lay sedately and let him 
finish, too exhausted to do more than that. At last he 
stiffened and his seed flew in to mix with David's, all 
fighting for the right to fertilize an egg. His now 
soft penis slipped out of Emma and she could feel what 
seemed like a gallon of cum expel from her pussy. It 
trickled down her thighs and pooled in the crack of her 
buttocks as Bob panted above her.

As the semen seeped out, common sense flooded back in 
to Emma's head. She was lying naked on the living room 
couch in the Jenkins' house, two men had just raped 
her, and she wasn't even on the Pill. She could be 
pregnant, though a quick mental tally told her she was 
too close to her period for that to be likely.

Bob had rolled off her and was sitting on the couch 
still trying to catch his breath and looking a little 
dazed. Maybe he too was regaining a bit of common 
sense.

Emma sat up slowly and re-crossed her arms over her 
sore breasts. "Can I leave now?" she asked hollowly. 

Bob stirred himself and looked at her almost blankly. 
"What?"

Emma sat up straighter and tried her best to sound 
firm. "I said can I LEAVE now?"

"Oh," Bob nodded slowly. "Yeah." 

"No," came a voice to Emma's left.

She looked over to where David sat in a recliner. He 
had been stroking himself as he watched Bob rape his 
kid's babysitter. Emma had almost forgotten he was 
still there.

"No, actually," David repeated, "I've decided I want a 
blow job little Emma. The wife doesn't like to do it 
and those pretty lips of yours look like they'd be 
perfect for the job. What do you say?"

"No!" The word burst from Emma's mouth as she began to 
cry again. "You've already raped me, please just let me 
go home now." 

"No?" David asked, his bloodshot eyes glittering 
dangerously, "Well I'll give you a choice my dear. You 
can either crawl over here and suck me nicely like a 
good little girl would, or I can rape that pert little 
ass of yours. Then you'd have something to cry about."

"You wouldn't dare!" Emma shrieked. It was the wrong 
thing to say.

Before she even knew what was happening she found 
herself lifted from the couch and carried to the easy 
chair. David sat down, settling the screaming teenager 
on his lap so that she faced him. Her knees rested on 
either side of his thighs and she noted with horror 
that the opening of her pussy was precariously close to 
the tip of his swollen cock. 

Keeping one hand pressed firmly on her shoulder, 
David's other hand delved up between the girl's legs, 
scooping up the mixture of juices that resided there. 
He reached around her and started smearing the mess on 
her bottom, parting her cheeks one-handedly to rub it 
on her small anus. Sobbing now, all Emma could do was 
shake as David positioned himself against that tiny 
opening. 

A low groan escaped her lips as he pushed her 
downwards, managing to force the head of his cock into 
her tight bottom. The discomfort was intense to say the 
least as her muscles contracted around the intruder, 
trying to push it back out. David wasn't to be denied 
though, and gritting his teeth he forced himself 
halfway into the terrified teenager.

Emma's face blanched from the shock and pain and she 
fell into a light faint. Her muscles relaxed and David 
slipped all the way into her snug channel. Taking 
advantage of her compliance he set up a sort of rhythm, 
though it was impossible to move quickly. He satisfied 
himself with watching Emma's small breasts jiggle with 
every thrust, and he bent his head to capture a tiny 
pink nipple in his mouth. 

Emma regained awareness of her surroundings just as 
David grunted and came deep in her rectum. She heard a 
strangled cry behind her and looked over her shoulder 
just in time to see Bob ejaculate over his hand. 
Silence reigned in the living room for a few minutes. 

Finally Emma pushed off David's lap and he seemed 
willing enough to let her. Standing too he pulled up 
his pants and asked the young girl teasingly, "Now that 
wasn't SO bad now was it little Emma?" He patted her 
cheek condescendingly. Emma eyed his hand; did he know 
how close his fingers were to her teeth? The thought 
was tempting but she didn't want to renew his explosive 
anger so she stayed silent. 

Apparently this was pleasing enough for David because 
he nodded and lurched away. "It's been fun Bob but I've 
got to get home. Sue will be wondering where I am." He 
tipped a wink at Emma and headed for the front door. A 
minute later she heard a car start up and the screech 
of tires. She hoped the bastard crashed into the 
nearest body of water.

Bob stood up slowly and pulled up his pants. Emma sat 
on the edge of the couch and watched him, too 
emotionally drained to do anything else. He began to 
gather her clothes and dropped them almost 
apologetically on the cushion next to her, then stood 
by her side, shifting from foot to foot and stealing 
uneasy glances in her direction.

Emma ignored him and slipped into her panties and bra. 
She pulled on her pants and shirt, fingers trembling as 
she tried to hook the buttons. Bob reached to help her 
but she turned away from him, silently demanding that 
he not touch her. She grabbed her bag and headed for 
the door, stopping at the foot of the stairs to listen. 
Miraculously the children had slept through the noise 
and wouldn't have any questions for daddy about what he 
had been doing to the babysitter. She opened the front 
door.

"Wait!" Bob called and Emma turned back wearily. "I'm 
sorry Emma, I'm just so sorry..." Bob trailed off and 
looked at her pleadingly; Emma saw he was almost in 
tears. She let the silence spin out between them, then 
finally gave a small shrug. 

"Professional hazard Mr. Jenkins," she said dully. 
"Tell your wife I'll see her on Tuesday." 

(c) Pasego 2007

See also "The World of Peter_Pan" 
http://www.geocities.com/phrenetic_ice/wopp.html

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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