Alice worked for the Richardses for more than two years as their babysitter. She spent her summers in their pool, her winters by their fire, and she longed for the life they lived and the home they shared.
The summer before she left for college is when it all happened. Mr. Richards scared her and excited her all at the same time, and when she gave in to temptation when she thought he wasn’t paying attention she discovered what had been lurking beneath the surface all along.
His stern voice, calm demeanor, and unwavering demands soon left her trembling, shaking, and downright begging for everything he had to offer. From punishments to rewards, they satisfied every craving they had.
(This is an explicit erotic story intended for adult audiences. It is 7,000 words long.)
Excerpt:
"Alice, tell me something. When was the last time you touched yourself?" The question came from nowhere and it wasn't what I was expecting. I tried not to look away, but in spite of myself I found my shoes incredibly interesting for the next few moments.
"I..." I couldn't even mumble an answer.
"Let me clarify something once more. If you stay, Alice, you're going to answer my questions instantly. There's no need to think any more. I'll do that for both of us."
"This morning," I blurted. I don't know who was more surprised that I answered, but I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to please him.
"Good. Now tell me. What were you thinking about?"
I choked, and tried to think of a good lie. I tried to think of anything but the truth.
"You," I finally said, after waiting far too long.
"I didn't say who were you thinking about. I assumed it was about me. I asked what. When you made yourself come this morning, what images were going through your mind?"
"I was..." I stuttered. "I was thinking about yesterday in the hot tub."
"When you got off on the jet while I was talking to you?"
"How did you –"
He cut me off with a finger to my lips. "I'm asking the questions Alice. Now please answer me."
"Yes. I thought about the water and the jet, and I imagined you were there with me. Not outside, but inside the water. You were behind me, and we were..."
"What were we doing, Alice?"
"You were inside me."
He stood up and walked across the room without saying a word. My knees were trembling and I could hardly stay still as he poured himself another glass of whisky and sat back down on the couch.
"Alice, I'd like you to take off your sweater now."
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