Mr. Potters Takes A Taste

Mr Potters Takes a Taste
Mr. Potters Takes A Taste
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Mr. Potter ran his fingers up and down Andrea’s cheek. She stiffened instinctively. She was attracted to her new boss, yes, but she wasn’t sure she was ready for this kind of . . . thing.

“Mr. Potter,” she began, but he placed his finger against her lips, silencing her. His fingers stroked her cheek again as her other hand began to move from her shoulder down to the tops of her right breast. Andrea was confused. She was uncomfortable, yet she was also aroused. She had never done kinky things with men who were much older than she was. The thought excited her. She looked up at Mr. Potter. The man maybe old enough to be her father, but Mr. Potter was more good-looking than most of the guys she dated and knew.

Mr. Potter was so handsome, Andrea thought. She decided right then and there to do what it was her babysitting boss had in mind.

“I know you want to do this, Andrea,” Mr. Potter said in his low musical voice. “I can see it in your eyes. We’ve waited too long for this moment. Now that we’re here, give in.”

Andrea gave in.

She threw her arms around Mr. Potter’s neck, pulling him close. He responded soundlessly, but his arms snaked around Andrea’s waist. Now master and babysitter were pressed close together. They looked into each other’s eyes for a few moments before the calls of their flesh kicked in again. A second later, they were fumbling for each other’s clothes, stripping each other naked in a matter of mere minutes.

Mr. Potter wasted no minute cradling Andrea’s tits in his rough large hands. From the first time he had laid eyes on the babysitter, he had been longing to feel her nice round breasts in his hands. He had been sneakily looking for ways to brush and feel against them. He had succeeded for a few times, but Andrea seemed to have caught on and had avoided him like the plague since then. But that seemed to be behind them now, he observed. Andrea was in his arms, gloriously naked as the day she was born. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled the scent of her. She smelled so fresh and clean.

Andrea arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands. Mr. Potter’s hands began to move, and she moaned. His touch was gentle, yet his palms were coarse and rough. The contrasting sensations added to her arousal. She wanted her boss to never stop fondling and grabbing her.

“They’re all yours, Mr. Potter,” Andrea said in between moans.

Mr. Potter nodded satisfactorily. He bent down and suckled one sweet golden breast. The young taste of her skin flooded his mouth at once. He began to suckle greedily. Andrea pulled at his hair, but he felt more ecstasy than pain. His hands found her toned buttocks and held on there, squeezing firm flesh between his fingers.

His mouth went lower, more downward until it was barely an inch over her pussy. He clearly saw the light brown hairs covering her sex. He fingered some of the hairs before he touched the mound itself. He closed his eyes and inhaled the womanly scent. He flicked out his tongue and tasted a bit. Andrea gasped loudly. Her hips bucked, and the hands on Mr. Potter’s hair gripped even tighter.

“Mr. Potter, what are you doing?” she moaned out loud, even though she already knew what he intended to do.

“This, Andrea,” Mr. Potter answered. “This.”

His tongue found its way inside Andrea’s soaking pussy. The babysitter gave several cries of ecstasy that echoed loudly all over the huge living room. Encouraged by her moans and groans, Mr. Potter moved his tongue in and out of her cunt even faster, slithering his tongue in, pushing it in as much as he could. He could taste her now: the soft, delicate meat of her pussy, the exotic, slippery feel of her body fluids, and the round gentle curves of her swollen pink lips. He sucked on one, and she cried out even louder. He sucked harder, almost to the point of pain before he withdrew his mouth and clamped them over the entire outside part of her organ.

Andrea was delirious with lust, ecstasy, and pleasure. She was going to come any minute now, she was sure of it. The delicious intensity was shooting from every point of her body, coursing through her. She sneaked a look at Mr. Potter. He was bent over her cunt, which was in his mouth. He looked very serious in his goal to drive her wild with pleasure. She got one of his hands and placed it over one of her breasts. His hand fondled her tit. She held his hand in place with her own.

Mr. Potter was sucking on Andrea’s clit now. She wrapped her legs partially around his neck, bringing her pussy even closer to his face and mouth. He answered by sucking harder and at the same time inserting a finger inside her cunt. The intensity shot up a hundred levels more. This time she was positive she was going to come.

Andrea opened her mouth to tell Mr. Potter she was about to orgasm, but her orgasm beat her to it. She came right into his mouth, which was still wrapped over her jewel. She shrieked in ecstasy as her juices gushed from her cunt and right into Mr. Potter’s waiting mouth. His eyes flew open in surprise as he felt her come flow into his mouth, but he composed himself in a minute and caught her juices eagerly, almost hungrily. His finger inside Andrea’s pussy never stopped moving, causing her to come again and again.

Her knees gave away, and she collapsed on the floor. Mr. Potter, his mouth smeared with Andrea’s juices, caught her. He held her in his arms as he planted his juice-filled mouth over hers. She tasted herself in the torrid kiss. She welcomed her taste with open arms.

Mr. Potter broke their kiss. He smiled.

“We’re just getting started, Andrea,” he said.

Andrea was delighted.

Their next encounter happened only three days after the first. Prior to their second meeting, Andrea found herself unable to concentrate on anything else, let alone eat and sleep. She was consumed by the sexual adventure that had taken place between her and Mr. Potter. She couldn’t believe something as exciting as that had happened to her. She, Andrea, who spent most of her life being a nobody. She couldn’t understand how a man as drop-dead handsome as Mr. Potter could have the hots for her. Oh, well, it didn’t matter now. Mr. Potter wanted her, desired her. He told her so himself as he dropped her off at home after their first exploit. She had spent most of her waking minute trying to analyze and find meaning in his words, but it was futile. She gave up and went on replaying the hot, fantastic scenes in her head instead.

Before their second—and far from being the last—meeting, Andrea had spent those three nights tossing and turning in her bed. She was unable to fall asleep. Mr. Potter had made his mark on her. Thinking of his touch burned her completely. She would twist and writhe on her bed, making a mess of her sheets. She had felt hot and discontented for three nights in a row now. She was lusting for her babysitting boss. The thought of having to end their escapade frightened her, but she knew it wasn’t happening anytime. She would make sure of it. Heck, Mr. Potter would make sure of it.

She had slipped a hand inside her pajama bottoms and right inside her cotton panties. Her fingers touched something slick and sticky, confirming something she had suspected all along ever since she had woken up that morning. She scolded herself for being a slut, but so what? She had been very wet the whole day. How could she not be when the thought of Mr. Potter kissing and touching her was imprinted in her mind every waking second? Thank goodness her mom was out of the house and not badgering her too much. She loved her mother, of course, but her mother could be a bit too chatty sometimes.

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Product Details
File Size: 227 KB
Print Length: 32 pages
Fortmat: ePub
Features: Flowing text
Language: English

Price(USD): $0.95

Mr Potters Takes a Taste