A Week With Mr. Hansen

I could hear my parents talking on the patio in the back when I got home from school. It was a gorgeous day in June, the kind that made me extra glad to be done school for the day, and made me just want to drop my books into a corner somewhere and sit outside next to the pool, enjoying the unusually warm spring day. However, for some reason, both my parents were home, so it looked like I’d spend most of the evening studying for my final exams, the first one being the next week.

I was almost done my final year of school, and I was itching to get out of it. I had already decided what I wanted to do next year, and I had earned enough credits and all my requirements by the first semester. I didn’t need any of the classes I was taking, but my parents were insistent that I finish the school year. Even though I had turned eighteen in February and could have just gone against them and left school, I wanted live at home until I got off my feet so that I would never have to deal with loans or anything during university, and if I left high school early, my parents wouldn’t let me do that.

“Is that you, Claire?” my mom called.

“Yeah,” I answered, kicking my shoes off and walking through the kitchen to talk to her. I could see her and my dad sitting on the patio, and I was surprised to see my dad’s best friend, Mr. Hansen, sitting with them. “Hi, Mr. Hansen,” I said. “I didn’t know you were here.” I was pretty happy to see him. Mr. Hansen was a great guy. He was always so nice to me, and he wasn’t bad to look at, either. You couldn’t tell he was even close to the same age as my dad, except for the fact that his hair was starting to grey. He was recently single, too, which had triggered a fantasy or two for me in the past as I ignored the fact that he was old enough to be my father, and would never think of me as anything more than his friend’s daughter.

“Can you come out here and sit with us for a few minutes, honey?” my mom asked. I froze, my hand resting on the handle of the refrigerator. Her tone sounded nervous, and I immediately assumed the worst.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, turning around quickly and opening the patio door. I stepped out, standing in front of my parents. “Did something happen?”

My mom glanced at my dad, and he rolled his eyes at her. “Jesus, Deb, you sound like someone died.” He looked back at me. “Claire, your mom and I are going on a cruise.”

I smiled, relieved that no one had, in fact, died, but also happy for them. “That’s great!” I said. “Is Mr. Hansen going with you?”

My mom looked at my dad again. “Well, actually, honey,” she said. “Jeff is going to stay here with you.”

My smile faded and I paused. “I’m old enough to stay home by myself,” I said. I tried not to get angry, not wanting to embarrass myself in front of Mr. Hansen.

“We know you are,” my dad said. “But we don’t want to leave you by yourself for a whole week, and…”

“You just don’t trust me. Don’t bother making excuses.” I could feel my face flushing a little bit as I tried to swallow my anger. “What do you think I’ll do, trash the house?”

“It’s not you we don’t trust,” my mom said. “But if someone found out you were here by yourself…”

“If it makes you feel better,” Mr. Hansen suddenly said as I opened my mouth to retort, “I would really appreciate it. I’ve been pretty lonely since Mike went off to college and Denise left.” I shut my mouth. Denise was Mr. Hansen’s ex-wife, and though I didn’t know the details, I know she had left him and that he was living by himself in their old house.

“It’s only for a week,” my mom said. “We thought you could use the company, and if you need help studying for your finals, Jeff can help you.”

There were a thousand things I wanted to say to them – that I wasn’t a kid, that I didn’t need supervision, that my finals were stupid anyways – but I kept my mouth shut. My dad had the look in his eyes that this was a final decision, and Mr. Hansen was sitting right there. I didn’t want to offend him.

“Fine,” I said dejectedly. I turned around, starting to go back into the house. I didn’t want to talk to them anymore, but both my parents stood up.

“Honey…” my mom said. I stopped, not turning to look at her.

“What?” I asked.

“Well… Mr. Hansen is going to drive us to the airport now.”

I whirled around. “You’re leaving tonight?!” I blurted.

“We just decided to go a couple days ago, and we didn’t know for sure if Mr. Hansen could stay with you until earlier today,” she answered.

I took a deep breath, trying not to freak out. My parents hadn’t even told me they were leaving, and they were just springing it on me right before they left. I was so angry with them, I didn’t want to even say goodbye.

“I’m going to Jenny’s,” I said, slamming the patio doors behind me.

“Claire!” my dad shouted. “You’re staying here. You have an exam to study for!”

“It’s Friday!” I shouted back.

My parents and Mr. Hansen came into the house behind me. “Claire, don’t be like that,” my mom said. “Look, we don’t expect you to be home all the time, but Jeff is here to make sure you study for your exams, and you have one on Monday. You’re not going out this weekend.”

“Monday is the last day of class, Mom. My test is on Thursday, and I’m ready enough as it is!” I protested.

“You’re staying home, and that’s final. While we’re gone, Jeff is your guardian, and you are going to do what he says, do you understand?” my dad said.

“He didn’t say I couldn’t go out,” I argued.

“We’re not gone yet,” my dad said.

I almost screamed in frustration and ran up to my room. “Claire, please…” my mom called after me. “We don’t want to leave on bad terms!”

I slammed the door to my bedroom and threw myself on my bed. I couldn’t believe they were doing this to me, treating me like an absolute child. My parents had always been a little strict with me, but this was ridiculous. My heart was pounding and I was almost shaking. I couldn’t believe that I was eighteen and being restricted to my house with a babysitter for the week. A couple minutes later, my mom knocked on the door.

“Honey, I know you’re mad. We’re just trying to do what’s best for you,” she said, standing in the doorway. I didn’t reply. “Could you at least hug me goodbye? I know you’re mad but I’m still going to miss you.”

I debated just staying on my bed, but it was my mom. I got up reluctantly and she entered my room, hugging me tightly. “I’ll call if we get a chance once we’re on the boat. Try to be nice to Jeff, he’s here because we asked him, it’s not his fault.”

“Whatever, Mom,” I answered.

She squeezed me once more. “I love you, honey. Are you going to come down and say goodbye to your father?”

I shrugged. “Send my regards,” I said sarcastically.

My mom sighed and left the room. I sat back down on my bed, glaring at the wall in front of me. A few moments later, there was another knock on my door.

“Can I come in?” I glanced up, expecting my dad, but it was Mr. Hansen.

“I guess,” I answered. I was a little embarrassed to see him after making a scene, but he looked like he understood.

“I know you don’t want me here this week,” he started, “but I really do appreciate it. It gets lonely living alone, and maybe we can ignore why I’m actually here and just try to have fun together.” I shrugged in response. “Well, I just want to tell you that if you really want to go to your friend’s, go ahead. It is Friday, after all. Just be back here by midnight – I don’t want to get into too much trouble with your parents.”

I looked up at him. He smiled, and I knew he was just trying to be the “good cop” after my parents had made me so mad. I also knew that midnight was an hour later of a curfew than the one my parents would have set, and I knew that he knew that too. He was trying to get on my good side. At the moment, I didn’t really care, so I smiled sweetly. “Thanks, Mr. Hansen,” I said, mustering up the sweetest voice I could.

He grinned. “Well, I’m about to drive your parents to the airport. Why don’t you come down and say goodbye?”

With the same phoney, plastic, sweet smile plastered on my face, I followed him downstairs. My parents were standing in the doorway.

I said goodbye to them and watched as my dad and Mr. Hansen loaded their suitcases in his car. I sat on the front steps and waved nicely as they pulled out of the driveway and drove away. I waited until they had undoubtedly left our subdivision before I stood up and walked into the house.

It was still early, and I knew it would be a couple of hours before Mr. Hansen got back. So I took my time getting ready to go to Jenny’s, sending her a text message and letting her know that I wanted to go out. Both of us had fake ID’s, and I fully intended on using mine that night. I took a shower and dressed in my favourite bar outfit. I usually had to wait until I got to Jenny’s house to put it on, but since my parents weren’t home, I could wear it until I went over. It consisted of a black mini-skirt that flared out a bit at the bottom and a low cut pink halter top. I glanced in the mirror as I dressed, turning around and looking over my shoulder. I loved the way my ass looked in this skirt. I think my ass is probably my best feature, and I always dress to try and show it off. It’s not too big, but round and firm. I turned back around, looking at myself from the front. My breasts weren’t too bad, but they were a little small for my liking. The reason I loved this shirt was because I didn’t need a bra, and it made my tits look a lot bigger than they actually were. It also had an empire waist that hid the fact that I had a bit of a tummy. I had been working hard to flatten my stomach, but it just wasn’t happening.

I added a pair of knee-high black boots to my outfit and put my hair up, showing off the curve of my neck and my tanned back before putting on far more makeup than I usually did. By the time I finished, it was almost dinner time, and I called Jenny to see when she was going to pick me up so we could go for dinner before going to the club.

She showed up a half hour later, her brother having driven her over to pick us up. I grabbed my purse and ran out of the house, giving her a hug as she got out of the car. “I can’t believe they got you a babysitter!” was the first thing she said.

I rolled my eyes. “I know,” I replied. “Whatever, it’s not like he’s my father. Let’s go!”

Jenny got into the car next to me and I could see her brother looking at me in the rear view mirror. Jenny’s brother had always had a crush on me, but he was a bit of a nerd. He was in his third year of college, and I’m pretty sure the closest he’d ever gotten to breasts was looking down my shirt. I ignored him and grinned at Jenny.

Her bar clothes were far better than mine, mainly because her parents didn’t care what she wore out, nor that she had a fake ID. She was wearing a tight black dress that clung to her tight body nicely. Jenny had wonderful tits, the kind that every girl wishes she had until gravity kicks in. They must have been D’s at least, and on Jenny’s slim frame, they looked huge. She always complained that she looked like she was going to tip forward because she had no ass, and I always teased that if someone put the two of us together, we’d have the perfect package – with her huge tits, my round ass, her long red hair, and my shapely legs, we would have been the perfect girl. I would feel kind of bad for the person who would be left with my stomach and Jenny’s ass, though.

I didn’t feel exceptionally awkward checking Jenny out. We had been best friends since we were kids, and I had done a lot more than just look at her a number of times. The first time we had used our fake ID’s, two guys who were probably in their late twenties told us they’d pay our tabs if we’d make out for them. They were stupid. We would have done it for free. Another time, a guy told us that we could go with him to the VIP room if I’d suck on Jenny’s breasts. That was a lot of fun. I remember so clearly rolling down the top of her tight little dress and taking her breasts out of the lacy, strapless bra before licking and sucking on the top of her tits, moving my lips teasingly down to her large pink nipples and flicking my tongue against them. I think the guy nearly creamed himself. Jenny and I didn’t care about being shy around each other. We both found the other attractive and loved to try things together. She was the first person I ever came with, the first person who licked my pussy, the first pussy I ever licked. That didn’t stop us from dating guys, of course. Jenny got laid almost every weekend. She loved sex, and I loved hearing about her adventures with her sex buddies. I liked it too, but I wasn’t as into having random sex. I had lost my virginity with my first serious boyfriend and slept with two guys since him, both of which I slept with numerous times. Jenny slept with numerous guys numerous times. I don’t think I could keep track of all the guys she had slept with.

Jenny’s brother dropped us off at a restaurant not far from the club we wanted to go to. Even though I had seen her earlier at school, we talked the whole time.

“So what’s your babysitter like?” she asked after the waiter had brought us our meals.

“Mr. Hansen?” I said. “He’s nice. Except for the fact that he’s supposed to be babysitting me. He tried that whole ‘I’ll let you go out even though your parents said no’ thing to get on my good side. I mean, he’s a good guy, he’s friends with my parents and I’ve known him since I was born, but I’m still bummed that he has to stay with me.”

“Too bad,” Jenny said, taking a sip of her martini. “Is he at least hot?”

I laughed. “God, do you ever just keep it in your pants?”

She shrugged. “I’m not wearing pants. So is he?”

“He’s the same age as my dad,” I answered, pausing. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to admit to Jenny how attractive I found him. It might lead to a conversation about how I found a lot of older men attractive, and I had a feeling that might be awkward. “But he’s kind of got that silver fox thing going for him.”

She raised her eyebrows suggestively. “Sounds like he could be a good time,” she said.

“I’m sure you’d love for me to introduce you,” I said.

She laughed. “I’m just saying, maybe make things interesting. Loosen up. God, the last time you were with someone it was probably me. And it’s a little obvious that you want him.”

I just laughed and kept eating my meal.

We finished our meal and sat around for awhile, just talking while we ordered drinks. We definitely got a lot of stares from people who came in, but Jenny didn’t even notice, and I didn’t really care. I kept thinking about what she said about Mr. Hansen and making things interesting. He probably hadn’t been with anyone in ages, and he really did have the “silver fox” thing going for him, as Jenny had said. Jenny noticed I was distracted, and just laughed at me. “That’s a sign you need to get laid,” she said.

“What is?” I asked.

“That you’re still thinking about your babysitter, even though we’re not even talking about that anymore.”

“Stop saying he’s my babysitter,” I grumbled. I hated the fact that she was right. I hated the fact that I was getting a little bit hot thinking about Mr. Hansen even more.

She laughed again before checking her cell phone for the time. “Come on, let’s head over to the club.”

The club was already packed when we got there, even though it wasn’t that late at all, and almost immediately after we walked in, someone sent drinks to Jenny and I. We looked over to see a group of guys grinning at us. Jenny smiled back, looking at me. “They’re cute,” she shouted over the music. I had to agree. The group of them walked over after they saw Jenny smile at them, and they sat with us at our table.

“How are you fine looking ladies doing tonight?” shouted one.

“Great,” Jenny replied.

“How old are you girls?” said another, the one sitting next to me.

“I’m 22,” answered Jenny. “My friend here is 21. Her birthday is next week so I’m taking her out!”

“Well happy birthday!” said the guy next to me. He put his arm around my shoulders. “I’m Tyson. Let me get you another drink, birthday girl.”

I laughed. Jenny and I always played this game. One time, she would be the older one, taking me out for my birthday. The next time, I would be. It ensured that by the end of the night, neither of us would have paid for many drinks. After all, the birthday girl can’t pay for her own drinks, and one of the guys who hit on us would undoubtedly pay for the other person’s – after all, the birthday girl is getting all the attention, so someone has to pay attention to her.

We had a few more drinks with the group of guys before Jenny and I excused ourselves to the washroom. By this point, I was pretty tipsy – each guy in the group had insisted on buying a drink for me. I think Jenny was a little drunk, too. One of the guys was definitely interested in her, and had paid for every drink she ordered. We spent a little time in the bathroom before we went back out, and Jenny insisted that we go and dance. We started dancing together, before the group of guys came onto the dance floor and joined us.

I love to dance. I love to dance with Jenny even more. I love to dance with Jenny and then with a very hot guy even more than that. The guy who had been sitting with me, Tyson, came up behind me as Jenny and I were dancing and put his hands on my hips, pulling me away from her slightly. I giggled and put my hands on top of his, moving back against him and grinding my ass against him. He took that as a sign that he could move his hands however he wanted, and he started to rub them up and down my sides as I moved against him. Jenny looked over the shoulder of the guy she was dancing with and grinned at me. To her, any guy worth dancing with was worth sleeping with.

I kept dancing with the guy for quite awhile. I think he was incredibly aware that he was teasing me with his body, because the more he moved his hands, the more I rolled my hips, grinding my ass against him. It wasn’t long before I felt something getting hard behind me, and I giggled. He must have known I felt his cock pressing against my ass, because he moved his hands up to cup my tits and leaned down to kiss my neck. “You’re getting me hot,” he said into my ear.

I grinned, turning my head and nipping his earlobe playfully. “Is that so?” I replied teasingly. “I hadn’t noticed.”

I had more than noticed. The feel of his cock pressing against me was sending tingles all through my body, and I knew that my thong was starting to get damp. I kept moving against him as he moved his hands against my tits, pushing his hips against my ass as he rubbed my nipples, which were starting to poke through my halter top. I moaned softly in his ear as he touched me and he started to suck on my neck. He kept pinching my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my halter top, and eventually let one of his hands trail back down to my skirt. He slipped his hand underneath it, most of my ass bare as I only had a little thong on. He cupped my round ass as he lifted the hem of my skirt just enough to press the bulge in his pants against my crack. I was tingling, my pussy dripping wet. The dance floor was crowded and everyone surrounding us were his friends. I knew if anyone saw what I was about to do, we’d be kicked out, but I also knew that we were near the center of the dance floor and security couldn’t see anything but his hand on my breast, which was perfectly okay so long as I wasn’t showing anything. So I reached behind me, the fabric of my skirt loose enough to cover my hand and the bare part of my ass as he was pressed so close to it. I undid his pants quickly and expertly with one hand and I heard him groan in my ear. My hand slipped into the front of his boxers and I pulled his cock out of the hole in the front of them. It was rock hard and I pressed it against my crack, gasping as I pressed him against my bare skin. I pulled my hand away from him, still grinding against him, feeling his cock sliding up between my ass cheeks.

“Fuck…” I heard him whisper in my ear, and both his hands moved to my hips again, pulling me back against him as he started to move harder against me. We ground against each other like that for awhile. I loved the feel of his cock against my ass. My pussy was dripping, so wet that I could feel it dripping onto my inner thigh. Tyson had his head buried in my neck as he pushed against me. “Baby… you’re gonna make me cum,” he finally said. “I don’t know where you want me to…”

I reached behind me again, still grinding against him as I moved my hand just over top of his cock so he wouldn’t spurt onto my skirt. Tyson suddenly groaned and shuddered, and I felt his hot cum shoot against my hand and onto my ass. He bit down softly on my neck, sucking on the same spot a moment later as he came. “Put your cock away,” I whispered, giggling, and he reached down, quickly tucking himself back in his pants. I wiped as much of his cum off my ass as I could and moved away from him, pulling my hand out from under my skirt and cupping it. “I’m gonna wash my hand,” I told him, and I walked off the dance floor, hoping no one would notice the sticky white substance coating my hand.

I made it to the bathroom quickly and washed my hands. My pussy was still dripping and I needed to cum so badly. As I washing my hands, Jenny came into the bathroom. “You disappeared,” she said, grinning at me.

“I’ll tell you about it later,” I replied.

Her mouth dropped open. “Sounds like a good story. Come pee with me,” she said, pushing open one of the stalls. Jenny and I often shared a stall when we were at the bar. After all, with all we’d done together, what was watching each other pee?

That wasn’t what either of us had in mind. Jenny wanted to hear my story, but what I wanted was her fingers. I followed her into the bathroom and shut the door behind us. “I need help,” I told her quietly, and I lifted up my skirt.

Jenny grinned at me. “You naughty girl,” she teased, and immediately slid her fingers into my thong. I sighed as I felt her familiar fingers moving against my clit, dipping a finger into my pussy. She didn’t tease, thankfully – she knew what I needed. Jenny moved her hand fast and hard and I tilted my head back, trying to keep quiet and not alert anyone else in the bathroom as to what was happening in our stall. She pushed two fingers into me, rubbing my clit with her thumb, and soon I was about ready to cum. An image of Mr. Hansen suddenly popped into my mind, and instead of Jenny’s fingers, I could almost feel his fingers rubbing me. I made a small noise and Jenny used her other hand to cover my mouth as I gasped, feeling my orgasm suddenly rocking through my body. My knees buckled and I had to lean against the wall of the stall so I wouldn’t fall over. Her expert fingers never stopped moving through my orgasm and when I finally started to come down, she was stroking my pussy lightly. I grinned at her, trying to clear the image of Mr. Hansen from my mind. I was shaking a bit as I thought of him, not entirely sure why I had been thinking about him, but knowing that Jenny had been right – I definitely wanted to sleep with him.

“Thanks,” I whispered, clearing my throat.

“I want the dirty, nasty details later,” she said, letting me adjust my skirt before she opened the stall door and went to the sink to wash her hand. “Just so you know, I might end up going home with Dan. That’s the guy I was dancing with. He had a hard-on the whole time we were dancing and from the feel of it, he’s hung like a horse.” I laughed and she shrugged. “But he’s the DD, so whenever we go, I’ll still be able to give you a ride home.”

“That’s perfect,” I said. She dried her hands off and we left the bathroom. Jenny’s new friend Dan was talking with Tyson, and they both looked up at us when they saw us. Tyson blushed, and I knew he must have been telling Dan, but I just grinned at him. I didn’t really care if he told his friends. Let the guy brag – it’s what they do, and I wasn’t going to be a stuck up bitch about it. If I was a stuck up bitch, it wouldn’t have happened in the first place.

I let Tyson buy me a couple more drinks while Jenny made out with Dan. He and I made out for a little while, but I had no plans of going home with Tyson – like I said, Jenny’s the one who’s into that. I did end up giving him my cell number, though, and we talked a bit when he wasn’t slipping his tongue in my mouth. He was a good kisser, and a nice guy, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Mr. Hansen the whole time I was kissing him. I kept wishing that his lips were Mr. Hansen’s. Though, I was still enjoying myself, and I was a little sad when Jenny pulled on my arm. “I need to get fucked. Now,” she said to me. “I just had my hand in his pants and it’s huge, Claire. It is fucking huge.”

I laughed. Dan was driving Tyson home too, so I followed them out of the club. Tyson had his hands on my ass as I walked in front of him, and I giggled as he kissed my neck, making me stumble as we walked. I climbed in the backseat of his car and Tyson got in next to me, pulling me close to him so we could resume making out. He finally moved his hand into the low cut V of my halter, cupping his hand around my breast. I let him kiss down my neck and lick the tops of my tits as he pulled my breast out, moving his lips around my nipple and sucking gently. As he sucked on my tit, his hand moved under my skirt, pushing my thong aside so he could run his fingers along my slit. He plunged one inside almost immediately and I tried to keep quiet, but I couldn’t help moan softly. I heard Jenny laugh from the front seat but I didn’t care as Tyson fingered me. My pussy was dripping. His technique was okay, nothing like Jenny’s, but I was so wet that I could feel myself building up again.

Suddenly, the car stopped. “We’re at your place, Claire,” Jenny said. Tyson pulled his finger from my pussy and I had to swallow to keep myself from groaning in frustration.

“Well,” I whispered breathily. “It was nice to meet you.”

He laughed and leaned forward to kiss me. “We’ll continue another time, I promise,” he said. I grinned at him.

Jenny turned around in her seat and held her arms out for a hug. I hugged her and she pulled my face close to hers, kissing me hard as both boys watched. I knew she was just teasing them, but I went along with it. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” she promised, and I giggled as I got out of the car.

I walked toward the house as Dan pulled away, adjusting my clothes. The porch light was on, but I figured Mr. Hansen had gone to bed. Once I got onto the front step, I undid my boots, slipping out of them quietly before I opened the front door.

The front hall was dark and I was sure Mr. Hansen had gone to sleep. I turned the porch light off and gently lay my boots on the floor before turning to go up the stairs. I had only taken a couple of quiet steps when the living room light flicked on.

I whirled around and saw Mr. Hansen sitting on the couch, looking at me. “I thought I said midnight,” he said. “Do you know what time it is?”

The truth was that I didn’t, but I also didn’t care. “Come on, Mr. Hansen,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I’m 18. I don’t have a curfew.”

He stood up, walking into the front hall. “It’s 2:30, Claire. I went against your parents’ wishes to let you go out tonight. You weren’t even at Jenny’s. I called her house hours ago and her parents didn’t even know where you were. You didn’t have your cell phone with you. Did you have any idea how worried I was?”

“God, Mr. H, you’re not my father,” I laughed, my words a little slurred.

“Are you drunk?” he exclaimed. “Were you at a bar?”

“So what if I was?” I answered. “Calm down. I’m just gonna go to bed and whatever.” I started to go up the stairs.

Mr. Hansen reached out and grabbed my wrist. “No, Claire. I know you’re not happy with this arrangement but you have to respect what I say. You’re out a bar when you’re not old enough to drink, dressed in clothes that I know your parents probably don’t know about, and you come home drunk. What do you think you’re doing?”

“Fuck!” I yelled. “Mr. Hansen, you’re not my father.”

“I might as well be!” he yelled back. “I’m in charge and I can see why your parents think you need a babysitter.”

“A babysitter,” I scoffed, trying to get my hand out of his grasp. “What’s next, gonna give me a spanking? Mr. man-who-thinks-I’m-your-daddy?”

He flushed red. “If you’re going to act like a child, I might as well treat you like one.” He suddenly pulled me hard. I stumbled off the stairs, but he caught me and sat down in the chair we had in the hall, pulling me over his lap.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I screeched, trying to squirm off his lap.

He held me down with one hand and pulled my miniskirt up with the other one, exposing my mostly-bare ass. A second later, I felt his hand come down hard on my ass, making a loud slap. I shrieked as my ass started to sting, but it was more from the shock that he had taken what I said seriously. “That’s for not listening to me,” he said, and as I squirmed, he brought his hand down again. “That’s for being a disrespectful child.” I felt tears sting in my eyes as my ass stung, and he brought it down again. “That’s for dressing like a complete and total slut.” He paused for a moment. “Claire, is that cum on your ass?” His fingers touched a spot on my ass, wiping the sticky spot. I started to sob, humiliated that he had seen it. He lifted his hand and brought it down. “That’s for being a complete and total slut.” He did it twice more, fast. “That’s for being a dirty slut. You can’t even wash the cum off your ass?”

He spanked my ass a few more times, and I was sobbing so hard that I didn’t hear the reasons for those ones. My ass was stinging and I was sure the skin was pink. But what was worse, and the reason behind why I was sobbing so hard, was because I could feel my nipples hardening, and each time his hand touched my ass, I felt my clit throb. My already-damp panties were soaking now, and my juices were dripping down my legs again. I couldn’t believe that Mr. Hansen was giving me a spanking and I was completely humiliated, but at the same time, I couldn’t get enough of it.

He was saying something, and his hand came down especially hard. “Do you understand?”

“Y-yes,” I said quietly, tears running down my cheeks.

He slapped my ass three times hard and fast. “I said, do you understand?” he shouted.

“Yes, Daddy!” I screamed.

My words hung in the air for a moment and I could almost feel Mr. Hansen’s hand poised above my ass, hanging in the air, but it didn’t come down. I could feel his eyes on me, and I was sure he was staring at my round ass sticking up in the air, pink from his own hand.

“Oh Jesus,” I heard him whisper. “Claire… I’m… I…”

I knew he was trying to apologise, but I didn’t want to hear it. “Please touch my pussy,” I whispered, my face flushing.

“What?” he asked, completely in shock.

“Please,” I said again, hanging my head down in embarrassment. “I can’t take it… please touch my pussy, Daddy.”

He didn’t say anything, but I felt his hands on my stinging ass, rubbing the tender skin gently before he slid his fingers down between my legs. “Jesus Christ,” he said. “You’re soaking wet.” His hands moved up to the waistband of my tiny thong and he pulled it down my legs, leaving it just around my knees as he pushed my legs apart and rubbed his fingers along my slit. I moaned softly as he rubbed me, and I could feel his hands shaking as he touched me. Tyson had left me so close to cumming before, and for some reason, having Mr. Hansen spank me like that had gotten me so hot that I couldn’t contain myself. I wanted nothing more than to move off his lap and just start to fuck him. His fingers teased me as he moved them along my slit, collecting my juices, doing more for me in the couple moments was touching me than Tyson’s fingers had done for me all night.

“I need them inside me,” I whispered. “For God’s sake, Mr. Hansen,” I said when he didn’t do anything. I pushed up against his fingers. “Stick your fucking fingers in me!”

“That’s ‘Daddy’ to you,” he said, still torturing me with his fingers. “And I’m not sticking my fingers in any naughty little girls who don’t ask nicely.”

I moaned. “Please…” I gasped. I couldn’t believe what was happening. It felt surreal. I couldn’t believe I had just gotten the spanking of my life from him and was now trying to get him to finger-fuck me. I couldn’t believe he wanted me to call him Daddy. The word sent a shock through my body and I wasn’t sure what would happen if I let it roll past my lips.

“Please what?” he said. His voice shook a bit and I knew he must be as shocked as I was, but his fingers just kept teasing my slit.

“Please put your fingers in my pussy… D-Daddy?” I asked softly.

He groaned and slipped a finger inside me. I moaned and lifted myself slightly off his lap to push it further in. His other hand was on my lower back, holding me down, and as he fingered me, I felt something start to press into my stomach. Mr. Hansen’s cock was hardening quickly beneath me, and I could hardly keep myself from moaning as I felt it pressing against me. He moved his finger a little faster in my cunt, and I had the feeling that he couldn’t take his eyes off my ass, which felt like it was on fire and was probably nearly glowing pink.

“Claire…” he whispered, his movements stopping suddenly. “I’m sorry I spanked you… but this isn’t right.” He started to pull his hand away from me and I groaned.

“No… don’t stop,” I answered. “Mr. Han – I mean, Daddy… please… I don’t care, I want it so bad…”

“Stop calling me Daddy,” he whispered, and I felt his bulge twitch. He started to help me off his lap, and once I was standing, I glanced down at his lap once I was standing. There was no doubt that he was rock hard.

“Why? You like it,” I said. He opened his mouth to protest and I groaned, exasperated. “Fuck, Mr. Hansen. I’ll make you a deal. I won’t tell my parents you spanked me if you… if you just fuck me right now.”

He paused. “I could just tell them you came home late.”

“That’s a little less important compared to you giving me a spanking,” I replied. “Why are you turning me down? Do you… do you not want to?” I blushed as I realised that might be the case, and I reached down to pull my panties back up, as they were still around my knees. “Oh God, you don’t want to… I’m so embarrassed…”

“Claire, please,” he said. “But you’re drunk and you’re 18! I’m almost 50. Your parents would kill me.”

“You think I’d tell them?” I asked. “‘Oh, by the way, Mom and Dad, while you were away, I got really horny when Mr. Hansen spanked me and then we fucked.’ Yeah, that would go over well on my part, too.” Mr. Hansen looked torn, still sitting in the chair, and I moved closer to him, his face almost in line with my breasts. “Please, Mr. Hansen? I’ll call you Daddy if you really like it. I kind of like it.” He groaned and I knew he was torn. “You can’t just start something like this and not finish!” I exclaimed. “Now, we both know that if we don’t fuck, I’m gonna go up to my room and finger the hell out of my cunt and you’re going to go to the guest room and jack off. So why not…”

“Shit, Claire, don’t say that,” he said.

I stopped mid-sentence and blushed. There was no way he could be turning me down like this if he really wanted me. He must have thought I was ridiculous. I felt ridiculous, and I couldn’t stop the embarrassment from rolling through my entire body, my face and neck probably beet red. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, tears springing in my eyes as I became acutely aware of the stinging on my ass and the fact that my pussy juice was dripping down my leg. It only served to humiliate me more. I turned and ran up the stairs, my face burning. Mr. Hansen didn’t follow.

I got to my room and pushed the door closed behind me. I was making an idiot of myself and I knew it. I burst into tears again and sat on my bed. I should have just gone home with Tyson. I’d be in a lot more trouble, but I wouldn’t have acted like that in front of Mr. Hansen, and he wouldn’t be sitting downstairs thinking I was just a horny teenage slut. I was horny, but that was beside the point. I was humiliated, and that was overtaking any other emotion at the moment.

I stripped out of my bar clothes, just leaving my little thong on, and crawled under the covers in my bed, tears streaming down my face. I rolled onto my side, my back away from the door as I slid my panties out of the way, not wanting to take them off. I plunged a finger into my cunt, rocking against my hand as I furiously worked my wet hole, sobbing the entire time as I tried to comfort myself by bringing on an orgasm. I could almost feel Mr. Hansen’s strong fingers still inside me. “Oh Daddy…” I murmured, thinking of him and how much it had turned me on to call him Daddy earlier, trying to ignore how completely humiliated I was. “Mmmm… Daddy…”

I came quickly, saying the word Daddy over and over again as I rocked against my hand, though it was nothing like the orgasm I knew Mr. Hansen could have given me. I mean, look what he had done to me in just a few second of touching my pussy, after all. I felt tears streaming down my face as I came, still upset that I had to make myself cum because Mr. Hansen wouldn’t. I sniffled as I came down, taking my hand away from my pussy and fixing my panties over my mound.

“Claire…”

I jumped as I heard Mr. Hansen’s voice. I sighed as I debated how to feel. I should have been embarrassed, but I had told him I was going to go upstairs and masturbate, and after what had happened, it didn’t seem all that bad. I should have been angry that he was watching me, but chances were the door had been slightly open, as my door is broken and it sometimes does that if I don’t make sure it’s closed tightly. I decided just not to care. What was one more humiliation after the way I had been downstairs? I was still embarrassed about that.

“What?”

I heard him enter the room and the door shut behind him. “I just want to talk for a minute.”

He walked across the room and sat on the edge of my bed. My back was still to him and I bit my lip. He rested his hand against my blanket-covered leg, rubbing it gently through the blanket. “I realised I sounded awful,” he said. “There’s nothing I’d like more than to fuck you, baby. You’re a gorgeous girl. I just got nervous… I felt bad for hitting you, and I don’t want to lose your father as a friend. I feel guilty for thinking about you that way when you’re so young, and I didn’t mean to offend you when I said no. It wasn’t because I don’t want to. It’s because I don’t want to fuck you if you’re just doing it because you were turned on and were going to fuck anyone.”

“Mr. Hansen,” I said softly. “Jenny and I were talking about you at dinner and she was completely right in guessing that I wanted to fuck you. I mean, Jesus, I was thinking about you when I was…” I stopped suddenly, not wanting to tell him about Tyson. Mr. Hansen was silent, and I knew he had to be kicking himself. He just had to be, after what he had said. “Mr. Hansen, if you want, you can lie down with me for awhile,” I whispered, thinking that one more risk at stupid behaviour wouldn’t hurt.

“I don’t want you to do anything you don’t really want to,” he said.

“I’d love if you lay down with me for awhile,” I repeated, my voice a little bit stronger. “I think you want to, too.”

He paused before pulling the blanket down a bit and moving under the covers with me. I shifted to give him some room, letting him lie down before I leaned back against him. He put his arm around me, but moved it almost immediately.

“You’re naked,” he said.

“I have panties on,” I said, reaching to pull his arm around me again. He had a T-shirt on, and I held his bare arm against my stomach. He wouldn’t touch me completely, holding his body a little bit away from me, and I knew he was still nervous about what he was doing. I couldn’t blame him; I was nervous, too. Exhilarated, but nervous. There was something about the way Mr. Hansen had just suddenly grabbed me earlier, the way he hadn’t even thought the way he had touched me sexual until I practically begged him to touch me. The twisted way that he had thought it was okay to spank an eighteen-year old girl that he didn’t know well enough to hand out punishment like that. The way he ordered me to call him Daddy, at least the one time. That nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach was what was made me so wet. I didn’t know what he was going to do next. At the same time, I knew I could trust Mr. Hansen. There was no way he would ever do anything that would really hurt me. He did, after all, have to answer to my parents.

We lay on my bed together for a few minutes, not moving, not speaking. The room was filled with tension. I was fairly certain that Mr. Hansen wanted to continue what he had started before, but he was unsure of how I’d react after he’d said no before. I, on the other hand, wanted his cock, my orgasm earlier only making me want to feel him more. But I didn’t want to embarrass myself as I had earlier. There was only so much humiliation I could take in one night. So I waited, the tension eating away at me, only serving to heighten my wonder of what would happen next.

Eventually I felt Mr. Hansen’s arm move further around me, finally pulling me closer to him. I sighed as I felt the bulge in his pants press against my ass, his hand moving to cup my breast as he held me closer to him. He started to move his hand gently against me, letting his palm slide against my hard nipple before cupping it again. He let his fingers trail between my breasts and up to my nipple again, rolling it between his fingers. I cried out softly as he pinched it lightly, and pressed my ass back a little harder, grinding against him.

“You’re okay with this, baby?” he whispered, kissing my neck. “You’re sure?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I murmured.

He groaned when I called him Daddy and pulled me tight against him, moving his hips against me. He slid his other arm under me, pulling me back with a hand cupping each breast. He kissed and sucked on my neck, and each time he moved his lips I felt a tingle run through my body. His touch was nothing like Tyson’s touch had been earlier. It was confident, certain but gentle, his lips knowing exactly where they were moving next. He kissed my neck for awhile before he moved, rolling me onto my back and moving over me, letting his lips trail down my neck to the top of my breasts. “Your body is amazing,” he whispered, his lips just above my nipple, brushing against it as he spoke. He flicked his tongue out, licking it, before taking it in his mouth and sucking.

I cried out softly as he started to suck, raising my hands to the top of his head and holding him against me as he moved his mouth around my nipple. I ran my fingers through his hair and he continued moving his mouth down my body, though he left one hand on my breast and continued to fondle me. I knew where his mouth was heading, and I bit my lip in excitement, wanting to feel his mouth pay the same attention to my clit as he did my nipple. My pussy was throbbing again, wanting to be touched even after I had already cum twice that night. Once his mouth got to the waistband of my thong, he took his hand off my breast, using both hands to slide it down my hips and legs, and completely off. Then, he returned his licking of my body, kissing my mound and rubbing the tiny patch of hair I left on top. I could feel his breath against my pussy and my legs were trembling in excitement as he slowly licked each of my lips before licking my slit. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning as he licked me, his tongue running from my ass to my clit and back again. He finally twirled it around my clit before taking the little bud into his mouth and sucking. I nearly went crazy as he sucked it, my back arching so I could grind against his mouth. He only sucked for a moment, though, before moving his mouth back to my tight hole and dipping his tongue in, licking me hard.

“Oh God,” I whispered, my hands running through his hair as I pushed up against him. He kept tonguing me, his hands on the back of my thighs, spreading my legs and holding them up. He tongue-fucked my hole for a bit before moving his mouth down to my thighs, licking up the juices that had dripped there.

“You’re such a messy little girl,” he teased.

I laughed, and he resumed licking my pussy. His tongue flicked against my clit every so often, causing shocks to run through my body, and before long I felt the familiar build-up in my stomach, telling me I was about ready to cum. He must have known from the way I was squirming under him that I was close, because he stopped and sat up. I bit my lip, trying to cover my disappointment, but he must have known I was.

“I want you to undress me, baby,” he said. “Is that okay?”

I giggled, still a little frustrated that he had left me so close, but I sat up and moved next to him, lifting his shirt over his head. He stood up, turning so he was facing me so I could undo his pants. I pulled them down, and then pulled his underwear off, freeing his bulging cock. I smiled as I looked at him. He was of fairly average size, and there was a drop of pre-cum leaking from his tip. I leaned forward, looking up at him as I stuck my tongue out and licked it off him. He smiled at me, so I took it as a cue to continue, licking the rest of his cock as I sat in front of him on the bed. I was about to wrap my lips around him when he stopped me, lying down on the bed and pulling me close to him. “I just want you to stroke me,” he said, wrapping one arm around my shoulders.

I let my head rest on his chest as I trailed my fingers down his body, teasing him as I slowly let my hand move towards his cock. I felt my fingers move through his coarse, dark hair and I let them brush lightly against the base of his cock, dragging them up his slick shaft and playing with his tip. Mr. Hansen groaned, hugging me closer to him, and I wrapped my hand around his cock, starting to stroke him slowly. I moved my hand against him, just wrapped loosely at first, before I firmed my grip. I stroked him at a steady pace, and as I did, Mr. Hansen moved his other hand across his body. He brushed his fingers against my mound and I shifted so I could spread my legs, letting him push his finger into my dripping pussy.

I sighed as he started to finger me, my hand pumping his cock at the same pace that he was sliding his finger in and out of my pussy. I knew I was going to cum before him the moment he started to finger me – I was so ready from the attention he had paid with his mouth that he added another finger to my pussy just a few moments after he started to finger me. He moved his fingers faster and I matched his pace with my hand, stroking his cock quickly. I could feel the onset of my orgasm, and I was squirming under his hand. Mr. Hansen’s lips were pressed to my forehead and he started to push his thumb against my clit. It was more than I could take. I cried out, biting my lip hard as my orgasm rolled through me. It was my hardest orgasm of the night, especially after his stopping me earlier, and it lasted longer than any orgasm I’ve had before. When I came down, his hand was still stroking my pussy, and I realised I had stopped moving my hand. I could feel pre-cum dripping down his cock onto my hand, and I used it to make his cock slicker as I shifted my body back to my original position, my head lying against his chest as I stroked his cock. I moved my hand fast against his cock, pumping him hard.

“Baby, I’m about to cum…” he moaned only a few moments later.

I grinned as I looked up at him. He was watching my hand, but his eyes shifted to meet mine when I looked up. “Cum for me, Daddy,” I whispered as I stroked his cock, staring straight at him.

“Oh Jesus, Claire…” He made a low noise after his groaned words and I felt his hips push up against my hand as he came. His hot semen dripped onto my hand and I looked away from him, watching him cum. His load was much more than any I’d seen before and I felt his cock twitching under my hand as he spurted. I kept stroking him, milking every drop I could out of his cock. When I was sure I had gotten every drop out of him, I collected as much as I could on my hand, raising it to my mouth as I looked back up at Mr. Hansen.

He was watching me, and I started to lick his cum off my hand. I think that’s about the weirdest thing I do during sex. I love the taste of a guy’s cum. I’d much rather have a guy cum on my hand or in my mouth than inside my pussy, because my favourite thing to do after I’ve cum is to lick his hot seed up, just tasting him.

Mr. Hansen didn’t seem to want me to do that, though. He grabbed my wrist and moved my hand away from my mouth, a few drops dripping off my hand and onto his chest. He pulled my hand to his mouth and started to lick his own cum off my fingers, running his tongue along my hand until he had cleared everything up. It was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Most guys, after I lick up their cum, refuse to even kiss me, and here was Mr. Hansen, willingly tasting himself. I moved my mouth to get the few drops that had fallen on his chest. Once Mr. Hansen had finished with my hand, he pulled me up to him, kissing me hard. I kissed him back, my lips parting slightly. Mr. Hansen slipped his tongue into my mouth and I felt his cum dripping off his tongue and onto mine. I took his cum into my mouth, kissing him hard before pulling back and swallowing the cum he had given me. “Thanks, Daddy,” I said.

He just smiled, pulling me against him. I breathed deeply, the events of the evening finally catching up with me as I started to fall asleep. I thought mindlessly that I never had gotten to fuck Mr. Hansen. But I had the whole week to take care of that.

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Authour’s Note: This is the first chapter in a longer series. Look for more of Claire’s adventures in part two – after all, she still hasn’t “technically” slept with Mr. Hansen!