The Babysitter Broken Ch. 06

"What is it, Kitten?" Mr. Stoddard asked, propping himself up on a pillow to get a better look at me.

"Nothing."

"It seems like something," he pried. I saw a familiar gleam in his eye and I knew what it meant. That's the look he gives when he has found a worthy challenge -- and conquered it.

Mr. Stoddard certainly conquered the babysitter. He fucked me for hours, in every position imaginable, pounding my young body to multiple orgasms. I don't even know how many. I lost count -- right around the time he made me count the spankings he was raining down on my ass, which was smarting still. I got up to 38, twice my age. Thank goodness we stopped before we got to his age, let alone twice that.

In the heat of passion, we had scattered the blankets, but now I tugged them back onto the bed. Covering myself, I turned my naked body towards my older lover, returning his searching gaze with what I hoped was a look of mysterious allure.

"I see those googoo eyes," he teased. "You're in looove."

So much for that. I have a big goofy grin on my face, too, like a lovestruck teenager. I can't help it. That's what I am. Mr. Stoddard, this rich, handsome guy -- not to mention doting girl dad -- took me on a paid vacation to Florida, put me up in this amazing suite, and just gave me the best sex of my life. What's not to love?

Except the part where he's married, of course -- to a woman who has never been anything but generous with me. I felt a pang of guilt and pulled the blankets up higher, as if they could cover the shame.

"I don't know if I'm in love," I protested, my face suddenly as red as my bum. "But I like you."

"You just like my big cock."

"That's not all I like," I purred, cupping his face softly with my hand.

His stubble felt prickly against my skin. "I also like your face," I said coyly.

He really was quite handsome. After stroking his cheek, my hand drifted down to his chest, luxuriating in the feel of his smooth, taut muscles.

"And I like your ches--"

I stopped short. In my own chest, my breath froze as I heard footsteps on the floor above us. Mr. Stoddard and I exchanged a panicked look.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath. "Elizabeth." In a flurry, he was rolling out of bed and scrounging for his clothes.

Mr. Stoddard never reminded me of Jesse. He was so manly, so... adult; he made Jesse look like an immature little boy. But in that moment, watching Mr. Stoddard anxiously scooping his loose clothing off the floor before hastening back upstairs, I realized that they never grow up entirely.

I looked at my phone and saw that it was 3:37 a. m. I wondered what made Mrs. Stoddard wake up at this ungodly hour. I listened carefully for any clues, but though I could hear the creaking sounds of Mr. Stoddard returning to his bedroom and some isolated snippets of their conversation, I had no clear picture of what was going on up there.

Over the next hour or so, I checked the time every five minutes, continually downgrading my estimate of how much sleep I could get until the girls wake me up.

It wasn't much.

"KATY!" Emma hollered, her childish enthusiasm grating my nerves.

"Good morning, girls," I mumbled, groggily waking up to see Vivian standing next to her sister, tugging on my arm.

"Time to get up!" the little tyrant commanded.

"Emma and Vivian!" Mrs. Stoddard called from the kitchen. "Let Katy sleep. She had a rough night."

Heh. I did. But Mrs. Stoddard didn't know that. So what did she mean?

Then I remembered: I didn't know what Mr. Stoddard told his wife last night. She must have asked him what he was doing out of bed at 3:30 in the morning. What was his excuse?

I needed to know. If anyone asked any questions, he and I needed to be telling the same story.

"That's okay, Mrs. Stoddard," I said as I rolled out of bed, feeling cute in my pajama set.

With the two girls circling me like excited puppies, I shuffled my way into the kitchen, where I gave Mr. and Mrs. Stoddard a sleepy "good morning" before going straight for the coffee pot. As I poured myself a large cup, I looked to Mr. Stoddard, hoping he would show me a sign. He just gave me a look I found difficult to decipher. I stared back at him intently, willing the information out of him. Mr. Stoddard seemed like he might be trying to mouth something to me, but then his wife looked his way, forcing him to pretend he was just yawning.

Suddenly I felt very alone.

"Good morning, Katy," said Mrs. Stoddard, tilting her head slightly. "Are you feeling any better?"

"Um, yeah," I said obliquely, still unsure what she meant. "I feel better."

"Good, dear," Mrs. Stoddard said comfortingly. "Did you take something?"

"Just some, uh, ibuprofen," I said, trying to keep my answer generic.

"Mmmm," was her only reply.

When I glanced up from my coffee, she was looking quizzically at Mr. Stoddard, who was avoiding eye contact as he pushed eggs around on his plate with a fork.

"It was Tylenol PM, actually," he said without looking up from his breakfast.

"Oh yeah, that's right," I pretended to remember.

"Well," Mrs. Stoddard said with a smile. "I'm happy that it helped. So girls, what do you want to do today?"

Emma and Vivian clamored with ideas. "Mini-golf!" "Ice cream!" I was just relieved to change the subject. On the surface, Mrs. Stoddard's questions were innocuous, but something seemed off with her. I think she was testing whatever story Mr. Stoddard told her about last night.

I know she's smart. She graduated with honors from Wellesley College, where I'm transferring in the fall -- thanks in part to her letter of recommendation. So I respect her intellect. It makes me wary of her though. She always presents as sweet and unassuming, but I know she can be a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"We can play mini-golf or get ice cream anywhere," Mr. Stoddard said dismissively. "Let's do something that's a little more Florida, shall we?"

"Like what?" I deadpanned. "Shoplifting at Publix?"

Mrs. Stoddard laughed out loud. I think she liked seeing the babysitter give her husband some shit. He was less amused, but Emma and Vivian clapped their hands with delight. For a brief moment, the four of us girls shared a laugh while Mr. Stoddard stewed.

"Ha ha," he said sarcastically. "But I was thinking we could charter a boat and go out looking for dolphins."

"That does sound fun," Mrs. Stoddard conceded, "but it's sweltering out there. We're not going to be on the boat all day, are we?"

"No, no," Mr. Stoddard assured her. "Two and a half hours, tops. And we might even be able to go for a swim off the boat."

Mrs. Stoddard seemed satisfied with that. "What do you say, girls?"

Emma and Vivian whooped enthusiastically.

When Mrs. Stoddard took the girls upstairs to pack for the trip, I finally got a word in private with Mr. Stoddard.

I got straight to the point. "What did you say to your wife about last night?" I whispered.

"I told her that I heard you rummaging around in the medicine cabinet," Mr. Stoddard said, "so I got up to check on you."

"Why would you say anything about me?"

"She knew you were awake. She said she heard me talking with someone."

"So what else did you tell her?" I demanded, my anxiety rising.

Mr. Stoddard grinned sheepishly before answering. "I told her you were having trouble sleeping and I gave you a Tylenol PM to help."

"Fuck," I muttered. "I must have sounded so stupid telling her I took ibuprofen."

"Nahhh," Mr. Stoddard said, seeming unbothered. "Ibuprofen, Tylenol... same difference. It's not like Elizabeth is paying attention to small shit like that."

I wasn't so sure.

"We have to be more careful," I warned him. "You better keep your hands to yourself on this boat."

"I'll keep my hands behind my back if you do the same," he said cheekily.

I rolled my eyes. "We're not fooling around. It's too risky."

"Come on, Kitten," Mr. Stoddard cajoled me. "I might need some boat head."

I loved sucking Mr. Stoddard's fat cock, but I wasn't going to let him know that. The man's ego is big enough. I just glared at him. "You'll need to talk to your wife about that."

When I turned to go to my room, he grabbed my ass and gave it a big squeeze. I could tell he wasn't getting the message.

An hour later, I was stepping onto the deck of a sleek white catamaran as it bobbed gently in the turquoise ocean. My hair was in pigtails, covered by a cute straw hat. I was wearing a one-piece bathing suit and oversized sunglasses, holding hands with both Emma and Vivian as we boarded. I shuddered when I saw the boat was named Headwaters. Mr. Stoddard was as unsubtle as ever.

Headwaters was a 35-foot vessel with a shaded deck, cushioned seating, and a grizzled old captain named Jason who greeted us with a gap-toothed smile. "You're in for a treat today," he said as he handed out safety vests for the girls. "The dolphins have been really active this week."

As the boat pulled away from the marina, the thrum of the engine blended with the sounds of seagulls calling overhead and the rhythmic slosh of waves. It was a perfect day to be on the water. The sun kissed my skin and a salty breeze tousled my hair. Mr. Stoddard leaned against the railing and let out a deep, satisfied breath. He watched me intently as I smoothed sunscreen onto Emma's nose, my straw hat flapping in the wind. I could tell he wanted to get me alone, but I was determined not to let that happen.

The first stop was a calm inlet a few miles offshore, where the water turned from green to an almost crystalline blue. Captain Jason slowed the engine and pointed toward a patch of water. "There," he said in his raspy old voice, "look just past that sandbar."

Vivian gasped. A sleek gray fin sliced through the surface, followed by another, and then a third. Moments later, a dolphin arched its back and leapt clean out of the water, sunlight glinting off its smooth body. "Katy! Did you see that?" she squealed.

"I saw it!" I said with astonishment.

Emma pressed her little face against the railing, eyes wide. "Are they coming closer?"

"They might," our gray-bearded captain croaked. "They're curious animals, especially when little girls are laughing," he said with a wink. "Sometimes they'll come check us out."

I think Captain Jason was checking me out. I could feel the old man's eyes roaming across my tits as he talked.

Sure enough, however, a pair of dolphins swam alongside the boat, riding the small wake it left behind. We all watched in awe as the animals darted and glided with effortless grace. At one point, a baby dolphin surfaced next to its mother. Mrs. Stoddard took a video on her phone and then texted it to me.

The boat continued its slow journey along the coastline, weaving between mangrove keys and stopping at quiet coves where dolphins often hunted for fish. Captain Jason shared interesting facts along the way--how dolphins use echolocation, how they form lifelong bonds, how their intelligence rivals that of chimpanzees.

The kids, who usually grew bored on tours, were enthralled. Vivian asked questions about dolphin communication, and Emma, normally the wiggliest of the bunch, sat still, gazing into the water as if hoping one might speak to her.

Later, the boat anchored in a shallow lagoon, and Captain Jason invited us to hop off for a swim. His eyes followed me as I swung my legs over the side of the boat and slid off. The water was warm and clear, with sandy bottoms and tiny fish darting around my feet. I stayed close to the girls. Vivian practiced her dolphin kick while Emma floated on her back, giggling as a small wave splashed her chin.

Mr. and Mrs. Stoddard floated together a few feet away, holding hands and looking at their children. Well, Mrs. Stoddard was looking at the children. Mr. Stoddard was sneaking peeks at my ass in this bathing suit. But at least he was trying to be discreet, his eyes hidden behind designer sunglasses. Captain Jason was openly leering.

"This was a good idea," Mrs. Stoddard said to her husband. "I didn't realize how much we needed this--just to unplug, be together, and watch something wild and beautiful."

After about twenty minutes, we climbed back aboard for lunch. Mrs. Stoddard had packed a cooler with fresh fruit, sandwiches, and icy bottles of water. We ate on deck, drying in the sun and sharing our favorite dolphin moments. Mrs. Stoddard told the girls about the time she swam with dolphins in the Bahamas as a teenager, prompting Mr. Stoddard to joke that he wants to be a dolphin in his next life.

I felt a small touch of jealousy.

As the afternoon wore on, clouds began to form in the distance, painting the sky with grays and golds. But the water remained calm, and the dolphins showed no signs of retreating. In fact, another pod appeared nearby, and we watched as more dolphins leapt and twisted in mid-air, seemingly performing just for us.

That's when Mrs. Stoddard announced that she felt a bit sea sick. The swaying of the boat must have gotten to her. Captain Jason told her she could go below deck and lie down, which she did.

The moment his wife was out of the way, I felt Mr. Stoddard's hand on my ass and hot breath in my ear. "Come with me to the other side of the boat."

"I have to keep an eye on the girls," I reminded him. "You might be on vacation, but I'm at work." I was trying to resist, but it wasn't easy. The smell of his aftershave had me weak.

"The girls are preoccupied," he countered.

He wasn't wrong. Emma and Vivian were sitting cross-legged at the bow of the boat, heads resting on their arms, utterly mesmerized by the action in the water. I snapped a picture of them from behind, their silhouettes outlined by the sinking sun. It was a beautiful image, so I sent a copy of it to Mrs. Stoddard's phone.

Captain Jason was standing a few feet away from them, playing music from a waterproof speaker. A soothing melody filled the air--something acoustic and peaceful--and the dolphins responded with playful jumps. "They really can hear it," he explained to the girls. "Sometimes they like it, especially soft music."

Suddenly I felt a sharp tug on my hand as Mr. Stoddard whisked me to the stern.

"I don't think this is a good idea," I said as he pulled me behind some storage lockers and pushed me down to my knees.

"Hey!" I protested, but that was the last thing I said before he crammed my mouth full of his cock. It had a salty tang that made me salivate as I struggled to accommodate his size. As soon as Mr. Stoddard shut me up with his meat, he began talking dirty, which turned me on.

"There you go, Kitten. Suck that dick," he encouraged. "Are you my good little slut?"

I let this man fuck my hot teenage pussy for hours last night, right under his sleeping wife's nose, and now while I'm supposed to be babysitting his children, I'm kneeling on the slick boat deck, sucking his cock like it is a crack pipe. I'd say I'm his good little slut.

"Mmmmmmm mmmm," was all I managed to get out. My jaw was stretched wide around his girthy member. I could feel it swelling against my tongue.

"Tell me you're my little cocksucker."

This time, he pulled all the way out of my mouth so I could answer properly.

From my knees, I looked straight into his soul and said quietly, "I'm your little cocksucker, Daddy." Then I took him back in my warm mouth.

Mr. Stoddard gave a grunt as he pinned my straw hat down on my head with one hand and started feeding me his big dick again. I glanced up at him as he thrust deep into my throat. His eyes were wild with passion and his head was tilted back in ecstasy. Seeing the effect I had on him turned me on even more. Without thinking, I put my right hand between my legs and began slowly rubbing my mound.

"You knew what you were doing wearing pigtails under that fucking hat," he growled. He began fussing with the hat while I slobbered on his dick, arranging it on my head so that it framed my face just right.

"There's my little Kitten," he said, as if I had just come into view. "Suck that dick, Kitten. Suck it like a good little girl."

Hearing my much older lover call me a "good little girl" while I gobbled his cock had my pussy hot and bothered. I moaned lustily around his shaft each time it tested my throat.

I fell into a steady rhythm, my wet chin surfing along the thick curve of Mr. Stoddard's cock, while he lazily toyed with my pigtails. It was like he was idling away the time while I bobbed furiously along his length. Every so often, he would yank my pigtails hard, using them to control the movement of my head and hold me down on his throbbing organ.

"Take that dick!" he ordered. "Take that dick like the filthy little cocksucker you are."

My pussy was tingling. The more Mr. Stoddard demeaned me, the more I wanted to prove him right. "I am YOUR filthy little cocksucker," I said proudly before returning to his raging hard on with soft, hollow-cheeked suction.

I lost myself in the blowjob. As my jaw stretched around his giant purple glans, my world narrowed to almost nothing. I couldn't think about anything except the big, delicious dick punishing my throat. I reveled in the feeling of power it gave me to pleasure him.

Mr. Stoddard kept one hand on my hat, pushing it down over my eyes as I devoured his dick. With the other, he pulled down the top of my bathing suit, making my pert young tits pop out into the open air. I could feel the ocean breeze on my naked breasts.

"Do you want my cum, Kitten?"

"Yes Daddy! Gimme your load!"

"You're gonna have to work for it."

Mr. Stoddard's challenge made me redouble my efforts. I threw ladylike decorum to the wind and began noisily slurping, sucking and gagging like a girl possessed, my head a blur as I slammed his cock into the back of my throat. I was drunk on his musky taste.

"You like that big cock, don't you, Kitten?" Mr. Stoddard asked, his voice thick and scratchy.

"Mmmmmmmmph!" I moaned in agreement as I continued making a whore of myself on his dick.

When I finally came up for air, my chest was heaving from exertion. I held Mr. Stoddard's hot flesh pole upright against his stomach and planted a row of kisses along the sensitive underside. Then I moved down to his dangling sac, taking a testicle in my mouth and humming.

I had Mr. Stoddard on the edge as I tongue-washed his balls. I could feel them tightening, preparing to deliver their hot load into my tummy.

"Do I give better blowjobs than your wife?" I asked playfully, before diving as deep on his cock as I could and holding it there.

"She's not a slut," Mr. Stoddard answered, stinging my pride.

I could feel my cheeks reddening as he thrust his hips into my face, making me sputter and cough every time his big dick jabbed further into my neck. My jaw was sore and my throat was burning, but I pushed myself, desperate to earn my creamy reward.

I couldn't even see what I was doing, my eyes were so teary. I was drooling all over Mr. Stoddard's cock and down my chin as I worked hard to make him finish in my mouth. "Gimme your load, baby," I sweetly begged in between gulps of his precum.

Mr. Stoddard reached down to take hold of both my tits. He was tender with them, cradling my breasts in his palms and gently stroking my nipples, making me melt. "Gimme your load!"

I wanted it so bad that I whined like a little brat.

"Gimme your load, DaDa!"

I slid his dick into my gullet, bathing it in a pool of spit and worshipping it with my lips. He tasted so good.

"Mommy!" I heard faintly from across the boat. Terror struck me immediately.

"Shit!" I panicked. "Your wife is back out there!"

Mr. Stoddard didn't flinch. He pulled on my pigtails like handlebars and fucked my face vigorously. When I tried to rise to my feet, he held me down with a hand on my head.

"Uh uh, Kitten," he scolded me. "You're not done."

My mind was in a tizzy. I was desperate to get back to the girls before Mrs. Stoddard wonders where I am, but Mr. Stoddard wouldn't stop abusing my mouth with his vicious cock.

I was shaking with nervous energy when Mr. Stoddard began spurting his goo in my mouth. His legs locked in place and his grip tightened on my pigtails as his massive cock belched hot cum onto my tongue.

I dutifully swallowed, but then I sprang to my feet, fixed the top of my bathing suit and walked hastily towards the girls. I wanted to run but the deck was slippery and the last thing I needed is to call attention to myself with a dramatic spill. I was in stealth mode.

As I approached, Mrs. Stoddard was standing with her back to me, whiite-knuckling a handrail. Her entire body was shaking like a leaf. It looked like the motion sickness had done a number on her.

When Vivian saw me, she said in her cute little voice, "Don't you love the dolphins, Katy?"

It was perfect because she didn't seem to have noticed my absence. Mrs. Stoddard might have wondered where I was, but she seemed to be more concerned with her lost equilibrium. She was struggling to stomach the boat's lurching movement.

"I do love them, Viv," I said nonchalantly, as if I had been with her the entire time.

Apparently that was all the reassurance she needed because she promptly left me and went back to her sister. I watched the two of them like a hawk, a feeling of relief washing over me. This was a smooth reentry.

A few moments later, Mr. Stoddard emerged from the back of the boat. Instinctively I looked to his crotch, then up to his eyes, but he wasn't looking at me. He was holding out his arms to the girls, inviting them to run to him, which they did, splashing and giggling as they raced each other to be the first one wrapped in a hug. I bit my lower lip. When Mr. Stoddard showed affection to his young daughters... damn I wanted to fuck him later.

Eventually, the time came to head back. While crusty Captain Jason prepared for departure, Mrs. Stoddard rejoined us, looking shaken and pale. She managed a wan smile and took her seat quietly, looking at her phone as the boat cut through the water, the sky now painted with streaks of orange, lavender, and deep blue. A breeze had picked up, and Emma and Vivian curled up on either side of me, their eyelids drooping.

That's when I got a text message. I reached for my phone, careful not to disturb the girls, and opened the messages app. It was Mrs. Stoddard, replying to the photo I sent her. When I read it, all the color drained from my face.

"I guess now I know why you had trouble sleeping last night," she wrote.

A frozen chill tapped my shoulder.

Her next message was a thumbnail for a video clip. My cold hand trembled like a wraith's as I clicked play. As soon as the video began, I looked at Emma and Vivian to make sure they were asleep and I turned the volume down low. When I heard my own voice say, "I'm your little cocksucker, Daddy," my stomach turned inside out.

She knew. And she had it all on video. I screamed silently in my head. The clip was ten minutes long.

The girls felt hot against my shivering skin as I sat in my mortification.

Back at the marina, the boat slowed and eased into its slip. Mr. Stoddard thanked Captain Jason, who offered the girls a conch shell as a souvenir. "It's from the water you were just in," he said, handing it to Vivian. "Hold it to your ear, and you'll always remember the ocean."

Mr. Stoddard ushered Vivian and Emma down the dock. I slung the bags over my shoulder and followed numbly, while Mrs. Stoddard lingered behind talking with Captain Jason. When she caught up with us, she seemed to have made a recovery. "Now let's get that ice cream," she said to enthusiastic applause from the girls.

Love Boat Ice Cream was right there overlooking the pier. After what I had just been through, the name felt like a taunt.

As we turned to walk up the stairs to the entrance, Mrs. Stoddard patted her head as if searching for something. "Oh dear," she said apologetically. "I must have left my sunglasses on the boat. Katy, would you be a lamb and go back to get them for me?"

"Okay Mrs. Stoddard."

She gave me an icy smile before joining her family while I circled back to the boat. It felt like returning to the scene of the crime.

Captain Jason was nowhere to be found, so I let myself aboard the Headwaters and began searching the seat cushions for Mrs. Stoddard's lost sunglasses. When I didn't find them, I went below deck, remembering that Mrs. Stoddard had gone down there to rest.

Captain Jason was waiting for me, that stupid gap-toothed grin on his weather-beaten face. He was holding his cell phone straight up, as if he was recording video.

"Elizabeth told me you'd be coming," he said. "She said you'd do anything to get her sunglasses back. Is that right?"

"Uh...," I stalled for time, not knowing what to say. "I... I guess."

"That doesn't sound like a 'yes.'" He was looking me up and down like a piece of meat.

"Uh... can I have the sunglasses? Please?" I asked, hoping to get the fuck away from this creepy old man.

"Sure," Captain Jason promised. "Right after you tell me you'll do anything I want."

Anxiety frayed my nerves. My future was in Mrs. Stoddard's French manicured hands. She could ruin me. Just for starters, she could fire my ass. Then she could tell my mother that I'm sleeping with her husband. Worse, she could show mom the video she took. Then she could withdraw her support for my transfer to Wellesley. If she wanted to, she could probably see to it that I get rejected.

I knew that the sunglasses were not really important. Mrs. Stoddard was just testing me. But I didn't dare fail.

"I'll do anything you want," I mumbled.

"Go above deck, then come back down here and say that like you mean it," he said.

I gave him a look of disbelief, but then turned around to leave. As I climbed the steps, the bastard swatted my ass.

When I was in the bright sunshine again, I felt like an idiot for going back to the dank bedroom below deck, but I didn't have a choice. I blinked hard, trying to erase the misgivings from my mind, and marched back downstairs.

Captain Jason was recording me again on his cell phone.

"Elizabeth told me you'd be coming," he said, as if for the first time. "She said you'd do anything to get her sunglasses back. Is that right?"

"I'll do anything you want." This time, I said it with conviction.

"Ok, little lady, let's have a kiss," he said.

Tentatively, I approached, until I got close enough to smell his foul breath. Inside, I was recoiling in horror, but I closed my eyes and leaned in with soft lips. Captain Jason didn't move at all, forcing me to stand on my tiptoes to kiss him. When my lips met his, I felt his tongue slither into my mouth. He tasted like pipe tobacco and gin.

We made out like teenagers in the dark, musty bedroom below deck. I still am a teenager, of course, but Captain Jason is older than Mr. Stoddard. It has probably been fifty fucking years since he was a teenager. The mangy old seadog probed my parted lips, swabbing the inside of my mouth with his vile tongue.

Just when I thought he was sated, his free hand clamped on my ass and pulled me closer. He was sweaty and gross and his tongue was thrashing against mine while he copped feels of my bum. I was wearing beach shorts over my swimsuit, which did nothing to deter him.

Finally I pulled away. "Can I have the sunglasses now? I've got to go."

"Not yet," he rasped. "I want more."

He snatched my hand and placed it on his crotch.

"Elizabeth said she heard you bragging about your blowjobs," Captain Jason revealed, nearly making me faint from humiliation. "Did you say you give better blowjobs than she does?"

My mouth fell open, but no words came out.

I could feel his cock twitch in his pants. He aimed his camera at me and repeated the question. "Did you say you give better blowjobs than she does?"

I just looked down and nodded, ashamed.

"Prove it."

My legs felt like jelly, making it easy to drop to my knees. I filled my lungs with fresh air after suffocating in Captain Jason's gin-soaked breath. He shuffled his trousers down to his ankles, then did the same to his underwear, letting his gnarled old cock eye me hungrily.

Like before, Captain Jason waited for me to make the first move. He just stood there, recording with his phone.

I reached out tentatively and wrapped my hand around his shaft. Tufts of wiry gray pubic hair bristled against my skin as I stroked him to full hardness.

"It's a blowjob, not a handjob," he said impatiently.

I didn't want my mouth anywhere near his disgusting old dick, but I didn't have a choice. I closed my eyes and swiped my tongue across the drooling purple head.

His precum tasted so bitter that it brought tears to my eyes. I spent the first minute just trying to gargle it away. He probably thought I was giving him sloppy top, but really I was just trying to cleanse my palate.

I had streams of saliva spilling out of both sides of my mouth as I sucked on his brackish pecker. Captain Jason grunted happily as I sloshed away.

Just when I worked my way down to the base, getting my nose all the way into his pubes, the old codger proved cunning. He let me deepthroat him for a minute, but then he pinched his cock between his pointer finger and his thumb, pulling it out of my mouth with a plop.

"I think I'll keep the sunglasses," he cracked. "They're worth more than this two dollar blowjob."

Where did this old pervert get the audacity to suggest I wasn't giving him good head? I was giving him the nineteen year-old blowjob of his fucking dreams! It was an absurd ploy -- but it worked. Right then, I resolved to suck his dick better than anyone ever did it in his long seafaring fucking life. I have to get those sunglasses back to Mrs. Stoddard. I'm at her mercy. If I have any hope of going to the college I want, and having parents who still respect me, it is by keeping that woman happy.

So I had to play along.

"Please Captain Jason," I begged, "I really want to suck your cock." My words disgusted me.

The old man tapped his wet cock all around my mouth, slapping it against my cheeks and lips, teasing me with it but never letting me reach my goal.

"I'm not convinced, Kitten."

Mrs. Stoddard must have told him my nickname. When I heard him call me that, his voice ripped through me like a bullet.

"Please Captain Jason," I said in my best little girl voice, batting my eyelashes innocently. "I need your cock in my little mouth. I need it so bad. Please let me suck your cock, sir."

That deplorable display of submission earned me several hard thwacks of Captain Jason's cock against my face.

"I'm still not convinced," he snarled.

"PUH-lease Captain Jason!" My voice quivered with need. "I want to suck your cock SO BAD! I just want to lick and kiss it all over. I love your cock so much!"

"'And do you love me?' Captain Jason grinned.

I bit back my bile just long enough to answer him. "I love you! Now give me that beautiful cock!"

"Here you go, Kitten," he said as he recorded my reaction.

I did exactly what I said I would do. I licked and kissed every inch of his cock, then I slammed it to the back of my throat, still sore from Mr. Stoddard's assault. I placed my hands on his hips and began divebombing my head into his crotch. Despite my disgust, I felt my pussy getting warm and wet with arousal.

My pigtails whipped against my shoulders as I bobbed on his hard dick, goopy strings of saliva tethering us together. His old calloused hand guided my head as I worked his cock, my lips tightly locked over his soaked shaft while he firmly drove me forward. My mouth was on fire as Captain Jason pushed his cock into my throat, gagging me until my eyes were watery and red. My nostrils flared as I desperately tried to breathe, but my choking only seemed to turn him on. I felt his hand tighten on my head, making sure I couldn't come off his cock. My chest and shoulders heaved as he choked me again, my throat screaming out in protest every time the randy old salt thrust into it. His dick felt hot in my mouth, causing gurgling, slobbery moans to slip from my lips.

While he gagged me on his cock, Captain Jason let out a loud groan, then accused me of getting off on his abuse. "Your pussy is so wet I can smell it through your bathing suit," he laughed.

To my horror, he was right. The unmistakable scent of excitement was wafting up from my crotch, covering the dank odor below deck with the musky fragrance of my hot little cunny.

"You love this, don't you, you little slut?"

Captain Jason stabbed his dick down my throat again, then pulled all the way out, making me retch a thick viscous rope of saliva. I sputtered and coughed, spit smeared across my chin. "I love it," I whispered hoarsely.

"And you love me, don't you, Kitten?"

"Yes, Captain Jason!" I cried. "I love you!"

All this love talk was fucking with my head. I could barely catch my breath, my pussy was soaking, and this disgusting old lech was making me say, "I love you." I was afraid that I might start to believe it. I felt like I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, but I calmed down when Captain Jason finally let go of my head and allowed me to set my own pace.

While I resumed slurping on his wrinkly old dick, he fondled my firm young breasts, rolling his palms around on my hard nipples to agitate them. I felt lightning strike my clit.

Captain Jason let me walk my lips up and down his crooked shaft until, with a mighty roar, he splooged in my mouth. For an old man, he shot a massive wad of cum down my throat. I swallowed every drop and licked his cock clean.

Now he was the one with jelly legs. With his pants around his ankles, Captain Jason staggered to the bed and sat down.

I had no intention of waiting around another minute. I didn't even ask for the sunglasses. I just snatched them in my hand and stormed off defiantly.

By the time I stepped into the air conditioned Love Boat, feeling used and looking bedraggled, the Stoddards were already finished with their ice creams.

To my surprise. however, Mrs. Stoddard had ordered me a hot fudge sundae with whipped cream and nuts and it was waiting on the table for me.

I handed her the sunglasses and she handed me a spoon. Not a word was spoken.