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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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