Read Claiming Aubrey: The Soldier's Revenge Online

Authors: Lexi Arabella

Tags: #babysitter, #virgin sex, #first time sex, #rough breeding

Claiming Aubrey: The Soldier's Revenge (2 page)

A shiver ran through me, but I wasn’t cold.
In fact, I was warm and growing even hotter, starting at my cheeks
and spreading all the way down, to places I didn’t even dare think
about.

“Get on your knees,” the man said gruffly,
pushing the girl down by her shoulders.

She kneeled before him, and the next thing I
knew, she had unzipped his pants and grabbed his long rod in her
hand. I had never seen one before. It was thick and rigid, the tip
of it red and shinier than the rest of it. My own mouth dropped
open as I watched the girl open her mouth, guiding the man’s
thickness past her lips.

I was completely astonished, marveling at the
hardness of the man’s member and wondering why any girl would stick
it in her mouth. Sure, I didn’t know much about sex, but I had
gathered enough over the years to piece together that a man was
supposed to slip between a girl’s thighs, not her lips.

I didn’t have to wonder for long, though. The
man groaned, tilting his head back and thrusting himself deeper
into the girl’s mouth. The grimace that spread across his face was
one of pleasure, and based on his reaction, I knew it must feel
unbelievably good to a man to have a warm, wet mouth wrapped around
his thickness. It made me pulse between my thighs as I watched her
move up and down the length of him, looking up into his eyes as she
worked.

“Oh yeah, suck my cock like that,” he
groaned. “That is so fucking sexy.”

A funny feeling danced through my belly at
his dirty words. My ears burned and I could feel myself blushing. I
thought of the time I said ‘damn’ once when I was thirteen. Momma
heard me and washed my mouth out with soap, and I never said
another bad word again. My mind didn’t linger on that years-old
punishment for long, though, because what was happening in the
movie captured my attention fully.

The man carried the girl into the living
room, carelessly dropping her on the couch. He grabbed his shirt,
lifting it over his head. He had already stepped out of his jeans
earlier, so he was standing there completely naked, his massive
body towering over the tiny girl on the couch.

“Take off your clothes,” he growled.

She obeyed, scrambling out of her clothes
while sitting on the couch. When she pulled her panties off, he got
on his knees in front of her. The camera zoomed in, showing a
close-up view of the girl’s bare crotch. She spread her legs open
wide and I could see every detail of her most private parts,
splashed right across the screen in high definition- her plump
folds, her pink opening,
everything.

The girl wasn’t just bare because she didn’t
have a stitch of clothing on. No, she was completely bare, totally
bare, as in completely hairless and smooth. I thought of the sparse
thatch of soft curls that covered my own mound, and decided the
girl must shave
down there
like I shaved my legs.

I quickly stopped wondering how she got it so
smooth when the man reached out to touch her between her legs,
spreading her lips apart with his fingers. I watched, entranced,
and finally dropped the remote, realizing that no matter how unholy
this movie was, I wasn’t going to turn it off any time soon.

“Look at how pretty your pussy is. Do you
like it when I touch your clit?” he asked, rubbing two fingers over
a little pink nub of flesh at the top of the girl’s slit.

“Oh god, yes! Oh fuck yes, I like it, I
fucking love it!” she cried, her face twisted.

“And you’re so goddamn wet for me,” the man
said with a fiendish grin, his fingers disappearing inside the
girl.

When he pulled them back out, they were
glistening with sticky wetness. I swallowed hard, my breathing
heavy as I watched the man lift his hand to the girl’s face and
smear the wetness across her lips.

It was a truly sick, perverse movie, but I
couldn’t tear my eyes away from it. I pushed myself off the
mattress, sitting up on Mr. Clark’s pillows and resting my back
against the headboard. Rubbing myself through the thick material of
my jean shorts, I watched with my lips parted as the man sat down
on the couch, pulling the girl on top of his lap.

“I can’t wait to feel your tight cunt around
my cock, you little slut,” he said.

I gasped, shocked at the name he called her,
but rubbing myself faster at the same time.

The dirty name didn’t seem to bother the girl
either, because she pinched her nipples, moaning, “Ohh, I want you
inside me so bad. I want you to fuck me and hurt me with your fat
cock.”

The man held onto her hips with his large
hands, keeping her in place as he slid himself- his
cock
, I
thought to myself, feeling naughty for even thinking the word-
against her slick mound.

“Lift up,” he barked.

She did as he said, and he grabbed his thick
pole in hand, pressing the tip against her wet pink hole.

“But what if my dad comes home?” the girl
asked, her voice suddenly panicky.

That made me think of what would happen if my
own daddy knew what I was doing right then. Watching a dirty movie
I found, lying in Mr. Clark’s bed as I rubbed myself and imagined
what it would feel like to be the girl on the screen.

I didn’t have to think hard about how Daddy
would react if he found out how shamelessly I was behaving. He
would do the same thing he did whenever I did something bad. Daddy
would pull me over his knee and spank me with his bare hand, his
harsh smacks merciless against my tender skin, while he quoted
Bible verses that were relevant to the transgression at hand.

He hadn’t spanked me since I was fifteen or
sixteen, but he always told me and my sisters that we would never
stop being his little girls, and that he’d discipline us however he
saw fit no matter how old we were.

But not even the thought of Daddy roughly
punishing me could stop me from doing what I was doing, or what I
did next. I was too caught up in the new, intoxicating sensations
that were coursing through me to even care about what watching such
a debased movie would do to my soul.

I was warm between my thighs, so warm that I
couldn’t ignore the throbbing heat any longer. My fingers
trembling, I fumbled with the button to my shorts until I was
finally able to unfasten it, my eyes never leaving the screen. I
jerked the zipper down and grabbed my shorts in my fists, urgently
tugging them down and off. I leaned back, exhaling raggedly as I
ran my hands down my tummy. I let one hand continue on until it
rested on my upper thigh, and slipped the other one down the front
of my white panties.

My fingers slowly swept over the silky curls
on my mound. I held my breath, my heart racing as I journeyed down
lower. When I reached
that spot
, the little nub the man in
the movie had rubbed earlier and called a clit, I closed my eyes,
biting my lip to keep from moaning. Intense sensations of pleasure
sparked through me as I touched myself there, knowing why the girl
had cried out when the man flicked his fingers over her spot.

I had felt a funny feeling there before when
I washed myself in the shower, but I didn’t let my hand linger,
knowing without having to be told that something that felt that
good couldn’t be holy. Before, I had only let my soapy hand quickly
slide across that spot before letting the spray of the shower rinse
me clean.

Now, though, I couldn’t help but truly touch
myself there, on my clit, pressing my fingers firmly against that
amazing pleasurable bud and stroking it around and around, drawing
circles around the little nub, setting off a frenzy of bliss
through my core.

Opening my eyes, I saw the man on the screen
slowly press the head of his cock against the girl’s entrance, and
I slid my fingers off my clit and down to my opening, almost
without thinking. I was surprised to find that I was as wet as the
girl on screen appeared to be, dripping wet. I looked down at
myself to see that my panties were completely soaked, a wet spot
staining the front of the white cotton.

I spread my legs open wide, bending at the
knees, as I watched the man slowly slide into the girl. Rubbing my
fingers over my slick folds, I thought of slipping one inside me
slowly, just like the man was easing into the girl.

“Oh fuck, your cock is hurting me!” she
whimpered.

He didn’t stop even though she said it hurt,
continuing to slip inside her. I watched, horrified but aroused, as
he ignored her cries. I swirled my fingers around my opening,
preparing to dip into my wetness.

“Aubrey!” Mr. Clark’s voice thundered through
the room.

My stomach instantly in knots, I just stared
at him, dumbstruck, with my mouth hanging open and my heart
thumping wildly. I hadn’t heard him open the door.

“You’re- you’re not supposed to be home yet,”
I stammered, my heart thudding. Suddenly, I remembered how to move,
and I yanked my hand out of my panties.

He slammed the door shut behind him, stepping
into the room. “And you’re not supposed to have your hand down your
panties, playing with yourself in my bed,” he snarled, striding
over to me. “When I decide to come home for lunch for a change, I
don’t expect to find the babysitter in my room, half-naked.”

I leaned over the side of the bed, trying to
grab the shorts from where I had tossed them on the floor. Mr.
Clark seized my wrist with his hand, yanking me up and pushing me
back onto the bed. Grabbing a pillow, I pulled it across my lap to
cover myself, unable to believe what was happening.

I should have known that God would punish me
for my wicked ways. I intentionally did something I knew went
against the Lord’s word, and although I had never been more ashamed
in my life than I was right then, I knew I deserved to be
caught.

“Don’t try to cover up and hide,” he spat,
yanking the pillow off me. “You’ve shown yourself to be a dirty
little girl. A filthy fucking slut. You shouldn’t try to hide who
you are now. You can’t hide from God.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Clark,” I whispered, hot
tears pricking my eyes. He had called me a slut, like the man in
the video called the girl, but unlike the man in the video, Mr.
Clark wasn’t at all happy with me.

“What would your father think?” he roared,
his eyes sweeping over my body with a look of disgust.

Adding to my embarrassment, the movie
continued playing on the television screen, the girl’s loud moans
filling the room. It was clearly evident that she was really
enjoying being rammed by the man’s cock now, her breasts bouncing
up and down in his face as she cried over and over again, “Oh yeah,
you’re hurting me so good!”

Struggling not to cry, I imagined how
disappointed Daddy would be if he found out. “My father would
think-”

Mr. Clark interrupted me. “I’ll tell you what
he would think. He would be angry and ashamed if he knew how you
behave behind closed doors. You’re a preacher’s daughter, Aubrey.
What is he going to say when I tell him about who you really
are?”

My heart dropped to my stomach. I couldn’t
imagine a worse punishment than Mr. Clark telling Daddy about what
he’d found me doing.

“Mr. Clark, I’m so sorry.” I felt a tear roll
down my cheek.

He sat on the side of the bed, facing me.
“You know, I knew your mother when she was your age, Aubrey. She
was nothing like you. To be fair, you look just like her.”

Mr. Clark reached out, grabbing my face in
his hand. “Same eyes, same lips.”

He ran his hand down my cheek and traced my
lips. “But there’s one difference, and it’s a big one. She was a
good girl, and you just pretend to be one, when really you’re a
dirty little slut.”

I wanted to defend myself, to exclaim that I
wasn’t a dirty little slut, but I bit my lip and held back. First,
it had been drilled into me over the years to not talk back to my
elders. Second, maybe Mr. Clark wasn’t so wrong. I had sinned, and
I did so willingly. I enjoyed watching the immoral movie. I touched
myself as I watched a story about two unmarried people doing things
that even married people probably shouldn’t do, like when the girl
took the man’s cock in her mouth.

“Mr. Clark, I didn’t mean for this to happen.
I was just looking for a book,” I said feebly as his fingers
lightly trailed down my neck.

“You were looking for a book?” He fixed me
with a cruel smile. “Then how did you end up with your shorts off
and your fingers shoved up your little pussy?”

I felt my cheeks flush hotly, wishing I had
on something more than a too-tight shirt and a pair of panties. “My
fingers weren’t… they weren’t inside…”

“They weren’t inside
what
, Aubrey?” he
asked sharply.

“Inside my pussy,” I whispered, feeling
guilty for saying such a dirty word, but not knowing what else to
call it.

He smirked. “They weren’t inside your
pussy?”

“No.”

“Then why was your hand in your panties when
I walked in the room?” Mr. Clark surprised me by grabbing my hand
and bringing it to his face. My breath caught in my throat as he
held my fingers against his nose, breathing in deeply.

“Your fingers smell like they’ve been inside
you,” he murmured, his voice hoarse, before taking the tip of one
into his mouth. “Tastes like pussy, too.”

I felt sick with shame, wishing I hadn’t
stupidly corrected him when he said I’d had my fingers inside my
pussy. If I had just kept my mouth shut, the usually-nice man I
babysat for wouldn’t know what I smelled and tasted like between my
thighs.

“Mr. Clark, I didn’t- I didn’t have them,” I
choked out, tears now tumbling freely from my eyes. I fought to
keep from sobbing, struggling to get my words out. “I didn’t stick
them inside my pussy. I only touched outside, I promise.”

“Outside?”

I nodded, wiping my tears with the back of my
trembling hand. “I rubbed my clit, and then I touched the wetness
coming from my pussy, but I didn’t slide my fingers inside.”

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