Innocence Lost

Author's Note: If you're looking for a quick fix, this might fit the bill. I've been thinking about doing a babysitter story for a while; this is my attempt.

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Nathan Holbrook finally pulled out of the parking lot to his real estate office after a long, productive day. He had thought he would be longer but the showings he had scheduled went quicker than anticipated. It had been hard to get back to the grind after his wife had died suddenly in a car accident two years ago. The only silver lining was that their son, 13 months-old at the time, had been home with him at the time of the accident. Now three, Kevin was home with the babysitter.

Although he was lonely and missed the companionship of a woman, Nathan found it almost impossible to think about going back out on the dating scene. Still young at 32, he sometimes found himself fantasizing late at night about having sex with a woman he had seen on the street or had met in the office. Maybe someday he would find someone he could bring into their lives to satisfy his emotional needs and sexual desires along with the desire to have a positive female figure in his son's life - no one could replace Sarah, but perhaps someday he could find someone to at least partially fill the tremendous hole left by the drunk driver who took his wife from him. In the meantime, he sure needed a release.

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With Kevin asleep, Carrie wandered down the hall to the threshold of Mr. Holbrook's bedroom. She had seen his bedroom only one other time when Mr. Holbrook had given her a tour of the house just a month earlier during her first time babysitting. Mr. Holbrook worked with her dad so when his other babysitter went to college, he asked if she was interested. Always looking for more ways to make money, Carrie had agreed.

The door ajar, she tentatively stepped inside. It was a large, simply furnished, master suite with a single bureau, two night stands framing a four-poster bed, and a love seat at the opposite end of the room. The impeccable details and soft coloring had a woman's touch - Mr. Holbrook's late wife.

Carrie wondered what it would be like to be married to Mr. Holbrook - he was after all very good-looking and successful. There was a picture of his wife on the bureau. Carrie looked in the mirror and couldn't help but measure herself against the woman in the picture. While Mrs. Holbrook was tall and curvaceous, Carrie was petite and had small, b-cup breasts. Mrs. Holbrook had long lustrous, dark hair; Carrie had shoulder-length blonde hair. When Mr. Holbrook looked at her, did he see the daughter he never had or a tight, young teen he fantasized about late at night?

Carrie's curiosity about the man she worked for got the best of her as she walked past the master bathroom to the walk-in closet. As she walked inside, she could detect his scent, which triggered an unexpected reaction from her body, her heart quickening as her cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and arousal. One side of the closet was virtually empty - his wife's side - while on the other side hung several suits and sport coats, a tie rack, a large number of dress shirts of different colors, dress pants, and a shoe rack with several pair of different styles and colors.

As she thought about the man who owned the clothes, Carrie felt a stirring between her legs that, although familiar to her, made her blush. A senior in high school who reached her eighteenth birthday just a few months earlier, Carrie was still a virgin. She had allowed her boyfriend to touch her breasts through her bra, and she had touched him through his pants, but her sexual "experience" ended there. Instead, she satiated her urges late at night with her own fingers. What startled her was that two nights ago, as she touched herself and worked her way to a climax, her thoughts settled on Mr. Holbrook. It hadn't been planned, but the image of her employer taking her innocence sent her over the edge in record time.

She looked at her watch. Not expecting him for another hour or so, she continued her exploration, peeking into drawers while looking for nothing in particular. Taking one of his t-shirts in her hands, the cotton soft to the touch, Carrie brought it up to her nose and inhaled deeply. His scent was intoxicating, and filled her mind with naughty thoughts that sent a shiver down her spine, her virgin pussy tingling in response. She couldn't wait until she got home; she had to come here and now in his bedroom, surrounded by everything he owned. Did she want to be owned by him, she wondered.

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Nathan entered the house and quickly noticed the stillness in the air - no television; no crying three year-old; no teenager on the telephone. She must be upstairs putting Kevin to bed, he thought. He decided to not call out her name just in case Kevin was already asleep. Making it to the top of the stairs, he heard a noise that surprised him - a soft moan coming from down the hall.

Nathan walked to his son's bedroom and peeked in - sound asleep. He closed the door and continued softly down to the end of the hall, his ears attuned to the soft, muffled sounds coming from his bedroom. As he drew closer, the source of the sounds became quite obvious. His heart-rate quickened and a tingling sensation passed through his body as he heard the soft moans of pleasure coming from the mouth of his babysitter, Carrie.

Standing to the side of his bedroom's doorway, his mouth felt like cotton as he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Carrie was on his bed, her skirt bunched at her hips as her fingers caressed her still panty-covered pussy. Nathan's cock grew rapidly in is pants to the point where it ached. But what blew him away was when Carrie brought one of his t-shirts to her nose and inhaled deeply as she lightly caressed her sex.

"Fuck me," he mouthed, his hand unconsciously adjusting himself to relieve the ache in his pants.

Every guy had a list of fantasies: the pinup girl with the hourglass figure (that was Sarah, his late wife); the secretary with her glasses and tight skirt; and near the top of the list was the babysitter - barely legal, petite, blonde, and innocent. Carrie fit the bill to perfection.

Carrie slipped a hand underneath her pink panties, her soft, girlish moans echoing in Nathan's ears. "Please," she said barely above a whisper, her eyes shut, her fingers busy, "please, Mr. Holbrook, fuck me."

Carrie moaned again as Nathan's mind raced. She was so close to breaking him and she didn't even know it.

"I'll be naughty for you...if you teach me."

Nathan hadn't had sex in two years, and here was a tight, young teen on his bed touching herself and fantasizing about him. What was he supposed to do?

He waited a few moments before opening the door all the way, allowing it to lightly hit against the wall. Startled by the sound, Carrie sat up and quickly pushed her skirt down.

"Mr. Holbrook," she panted, her pale, white skin flushed in embarrassment, "I...I'm sorry I'm in your bedroom...it's just..."

Nathan closed the gap between them as Carrie still sat on the side of his bed, her face almost level with his crotch. "I saw what you were doing."

"I'm sorry-" she started, searching for an explanation that didn't lead to total embarrassment.

Nathan placed his fingers on her mouth, silencing her. The warmth of her skin and the fullness of her lips was exhilarating and triggered something deep within his limbic brain. Nathan sat next to her at the side of the bed and leaned in, inhaling her intoxicating scent. Reaching down, he grazed his hand over the soft skin of her inner thigh, lifting her skirt in the process.

Carrie's breathing was erratic, the swell of her pert breasts rising and falling as Mr. Holbrook touched her lips, sending electric shocks all over her body. This was what she had wanted but could never have hoped for; yet, here she was in his bedroom...with him. What was he going to do to her? What wouldn't she do for him? The feel of his hands on her coupled with his musky scent in the air made it hard for her to breathe. She watched his hand slowly, hungrily, traverse her thigh. When he reached her panty-covered pussy, he lightly grazed his fingers along the length of her slit, lingering each time on her clit. How did he know exactly where to touch her, she wondered. She wanted to scream out as she clenched the bed sheets in her tiny fists, relishing the feeling of his fingers rubbing her pussy better than she ever did.

"This is what you were doing before I got home, wasn't it?" he asked, continuing to caress her.

"Yes," she whispered breathlessly, hardly able to choke out the word.

"Did you come yet?" he asked.

The question surprised her and it took a moment for her to answer. "No," she whispered, shaking her head.

Without another word, Mr. Holbrook brought his hand up to Carrie's mouth and placed three fingers between her lips. Pausing only momentarily, Carrie took them in; then, he slipped his hand under her panties and began to slowly and delicately rub the length of her parted outer lips. She shuddered in response as Mr. Holbrook brushed her hair to the side and kissed the nape of her neck. Instinctively, Carrie spread her legs as the feeling of another person touching her most private parts sent her head spinning, a wonton lust taking over. Still teasing her, his fingers finding every inch of her pussy except her clit, Mr. Holbrook used his other hand to quickly unbutton her blouse, revealing the pink bra covering her pert breasts. Carrie's body quickly responded to his touch as her nipples hardened between his fingers.

"Oh, God," she moaned, as his fingers rubbed her clit.

His hand moved from her breasts to her neck, squeezing gently as her hips began to grind in response to his touch. Carrie wanted to scream out, but at the same time loved how he was in complete control of her body. A tingling sensation began in her toes and fingers as a familiar but heightened sensation emanated from her gut. Then in an instant, her orgasm overtook her with a force unlike anything she could have imagined. Mr. Holbrook's strong arms held her close as her body shook with an emotional intensity that was almost too much to endure. Carrie felt his hot breath on her ear as he encouraged her to let go and come...for him. When she finally came down from her blissful orgasm, the aftershocks deliciously rippling through her body, Mr. Holbrook released her then stood at the side of the bed. What was immediately evident to Carrie was the enormous bulge in Mr. Holbrook's pants. He looked down at her, the look in his eyes so intense and commanding, as if he was on the verge of losing control, yet was completely in control.

Nathan looked down at the babysitter who was sprawled on the bed, her skirt bunched at her hips, her panties wet from her orgasm, her eyes wide as she stared at the bulge in his pants. In that moment, he knew what he wanted...and he was going to have it. As he unzipped his fly, Carrie's eyes widened, her mouth agape in surprise as he slowly released his cock.

Carrie watched in amazement as Mr. Holbrook took out his cock. It was thick, with a large head and bulging veins, his balls hanging heavy and low. She didn't know exactly why, but she thought it was beautiful. Although she hadn't seen her ex-boyfriend's, she was quite sure it was dwarfed by Mr. Holbrook's. Carrie wanted to touch it but was afraid to do so without permission.

Carrie looked up, an apprehensive look on her face. "Go ahead," he said barely above a whisper.

Wrapping her small hand around the shaft, Carrie was surprised at how warm it was to the touch.

"Stroke it," he said, more a command than a request.

Not quite sure how hard or fast to do it, Carrie held him firmly in her hand and slowly began to stroke his thick shaft.

"Good girl," he groaned, completely turned on by watching this innocent girl stroking his cock.

Carrie relaxed a bit after receiving the reassuring words . Although she had watched some porn clips on the Internet out of curiosity, she was hopelessly inexperienced. She had no idea how far he wanted this to go; even more frightening: she wasn't sure how far she was willing to go.

Nathan couldn't wait any longer. He gently took her hand away, unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down over his hips. The look on Carrie's face made his cock twitch in response - she looked apprehensive, but the lust in her eyes was undeniable.

"Have you ever given a blow job?" he asked, his heart racing in anticipation.

Carries swallowed hard and shook her head.

Nathan surmised as much; if his cock could get any harder, it surely would. "Stick out your tongue," he said.

Carrie could feel her face flush, partly from embarrassment, partly from excitement. Here she was in Mr. Holbrook's bedroom about to do something she had never done before, but had fantasized about so often. Will I do it right, she wondered. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Mr. Holbrook wasted little time as he placed the base of his cock on her tongue and slid it slowly across the warm, wet surface. She looked up and was startled by the hunger in his eyes. She knew then that this wouldn't be enough to satisfy this man; she also knew that this wouldn't be enough to satisfy her either. He moaned softy as he slid his thick member along her tongue again, allowing her to taste his musky goodness.

He turned her head, his hands holding back her hair from her face, and said, "Open your mouth."

Carrie obediently did as she was told as he placed the bulbous head between her lips. Instinctively, she closed her lips around him and placed her tongue flush against the underside of his cock; it was then that Carrie grasped just how big he was; it wasn't that he was terribly long - she guessed about six to seven inches - but he was thick and felt heavy in her mouth.

"Keep your tongue just like that," he said softly.

Carrie looked up at him as he slowly, deliberately, pushed deeper into her mouth. He was so big, she felt like she couldn't possibly take any more when he retreated until just the head was inside. She desperately wanted to gasp for air but his hold on her was firm as he pushed into her mouth again, this time going further until she felt him against the back of her mouth. She gagged on him, her saliva covering his shaft and creating a long line until it broke and fell at her feet. All-the-while, he stayed inside her, not letting her get the air she needed. Carrie took him again as he pushed further and further until he was again as deep as he could go.

"Relax," he ordered, "open your throat."

Carrie tried to relax her shoulders, which had become tense, and the back of her throat as Mr. Holbrook slowly pushed further into her mouth until she felt him at her throat. She wanted to gag again but as he pushed against her, she closed her eyes and allowed it to happen.

"Oh, fuck!" he grunted. "Yeah, take it," he murmured, almost like a chant.

Before Carrie knew it, her lips were at the base of his shaft. When he finally released her, she spit out the excess saliva and gasped for air as if she had just come up from underwater. It was uncomfortable but at the same time incredibly erotic to be used in this a way.

"Suck my cock."

Not exactly sure how to proceed, Carrie tried to imagine what would feel good. Wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock and feeling it throb in her hand, she took him into her mouth, relishing the taste of his skin against her tongue. The feel of Mr. Holbrook's thick manhood between her lips as she slowly bobbed up and down on him gave her a tingling sensation between her legs; she reached down and felt the evidence of her arousal.

Mr. Holbrook took hold of his cock and lifted it out of the way. "Lick my balls."

Wanting to please him, Carrie tentatively licked Mr. Holbrook's big balls that hung low below his shaft; then, with a little encouragement, took first one then the other into her mouth.

"Yes," he hissed, "suck harder."

She complied, sucking his balls into her mouth and pulling them away from his body. There was something incredibly sensual about the act - how trusting he was, and how vulnerable. After a few moments, Mr. Holbrook placed his cock back in her mouth, Carrie picking up a rhythmic tempo as she fondled his balls, taking him deeper and deeper down her throat. She looked up as she caught her breath, and by the look in his eyes, she could tell Mr. Holbrook wasn't finished with her by a long shot; he wanted her most precious possession - and although she was a little scared, she wanted Mr. Holbrook to be her first.

Nathan removed the rest of his clothes and smiled to himself when he saw the look on Carrie's face - first apprehension, then lust. She began taking off her blouse when he stopped her by placing a hand on her arm. He wanted to do it. Her blouse was already unbuttoned, revealing a pink bra and the swell of her pert breasts. He lifted her to her feet and realized just how petite this young girl was as she barely reached his shoulders. He leaned down, and as he kissed her sweet lips, pushed her blouse off her shoulders then deftly removed her bra.

Mr. Holbrook's kisses were soft, but there was a hint of restrained desire in them that gave Carrie butterflies in her stomach. When her tits were freed, she fought the instinct to cover them with her hands. Before she could read his face, he turned her around to face the bed. She could feel the heat of his body on her back and his breath on her neck as he pushed her skirt to the floor. Carrie waited for his tender kisses on the back of her neck, but instead felt a coolness between her legs as Mr. Holbrook quickly yanked her pink panties down in a manner that both startled and excited.

"Turn around," he said, a command barely above a whisper.

Carrie stepped out of her clothes that were gathered at her feet and turned slowly to face him. Did he think she was pretty, she wondered; she knew her body was nothing like his wife's. Carrie got her answer as she looked into his eyes, which raged with an intensity unlike anything she had ever seen. His hand absently wrapped around his cock, and he stroked it as he looked at her, indicating in that one gesture desire...and ownership.

Nathan took in the site of the 18 year-old babysitter: smooth, white skin with a hint of a tan; toned legs leading up to a firm, heart-shaped ass; a trim, dark blonde triangle of hair providing a teasing hint of her womanhood; a flat belly, a result of her youth and cheerleading; small breasts with nipples erect, begging to be sucked; and a youthful face that was at once cute and alluring. Carrie was exactly what he needed at this moment.

He closed the distance between them in one, fluid motion and kissed her with such urgency she gasped in his mouth. He suckled her hard nipples, eliciting a delicious moan as he caressed her pussy and felt how wet she was for him.

"I want you," he whispered in her ear.

"Please," she whispered.

He pushed her down on the bed - forceful enough to communicate the seriousness of his desire, but not so hard as to sever the growing intimacy between them. Nathan reached into the bedside table and pulled out an unopened box of condoms. (He had bought them months ago when he thought he might have a use for them.) Feeling impatient, he ripped it open, pulled out a single packet, and tossed the box to the floor. As he unrolled the condom down his shaft, he got a good look at the girl's moist pussy as she was sprawled out on his bed, legs open and inviting.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Nathan climbed onto the bed between Carrie's legs and kissed his way up her body, licking her sensitive nipples along the way as his shaft rested heavily on her stomach. Kneeling between her legs so he could watch his cock penetrate her, Nathan placed the tip at the entrance, Carrie taking in a sharp breath in response. He watched her closely to read her reactions - her eyes were transfixed on the point where their bodies met. He felt his cock throbbing in his hand as he positioned the head at her entrance, feeling the heat of her womanhood. Pushing forward, he immediately met an obvious resistance. He was going to take her virginity, he realized; a small part of her would forever belong to him.