Breeding the Babysitter (Alpha Male Breeding Erotica)
By Anita Dobs
Copyright Anita Dobs 2013
I'd been walking back home in the rain when I first saw him. With the wind blowing the rain drops in my
face as I tried to stop it by holding my umbrella down in front of me, I'd sought shelter under the eaves of the
city's Greyhound bus station, just across from my destination.
Closing my umbrella and catching my breath, I saw a man sat down on the bench just to my side. He was
wearing tight blue jeans with some tears in them, and a black leather jacket and white T-shirt. I guess what
struck me first about him was the scar on his cheek, and also the fact he looked like he had a powerful body. You
didn't see many men around those parts like that. Most were your general run-of-the-mill squares, and they
dressed to please everyone else except themselves.
I hadn't expected the rain, and my dress was now soaked. My hair had also took the brunt of the rain, with
water then dripping off the back of it. I sat on the bench some distance from him. I still had time. I wasn't
supposed to be at the Nelson's for another forty minutes. I'd often babysat for them and usually left early in case
of just such an eventuality. I wondered if the rain would let up a bit, at least enough so it wouldn't soak me
anymore. I only had to cross the road to get to their house, but I was already drenched.
The guy just kept looking straight ahead, as if thinking about something, and then pulled a cigarette from his
jacket and lit it with a match, covering the fire with his hands to prevent it blowing out. He looked to be in his
late twenties, and blew the first plume of smoke out of his mouth in a relaxed way.
 Is the weather always like this in this town? He suddenly said.
I looked around wondering if he was speaking to someone else, but there was only me and him there at the
bus station on the bench. Other people hurried past in the rain, trying to get home quickly and futilely
attempting to avoid getting wet by sheltering under a tree every ten meters, before sprinting onwards.
 Um, ya, this time of year is often like this. I replied, being a little nervous about talking to a stranger.
He still didn't look at me, and I looked down at my dress as if it held some interest for me, but I just didn't
want to so obviously keep staring at him. He remained silent for a moment, taking another drag on his cigarette.
I noticed my cleavage had some water drops still on it, but I couldn't very well rub them off with him sitting
right there at that moment.
 Where are you going? I finally asked him, seeing no harm in talking to him for a few minutes as he didn't
seem pushy, ? You're not from around here are you?
 No, I'm from another town. He said, and then looked directly at me, his chestnut eyes filled with intensity,
 I was going to Lafayette, but they told me the bus is canceled, and there won't be another until the morning.
 That's a shame.
 Yeah.
I was unsure of what to say to him and went to get up and leave.
 Tell me... he began, gluing me to the seat again, ? Do you ever think about having children?
It was an unusual question to be asked by a stranger, but somehow the way he asked was so pure and desirous
of an answer, that I didn't feel intimidated.
 Well, I do love kids, in fact I'm just on my way to my weekly babysitting job. So yes, I think about it
sometimes.
He smiled at me nodding a little,
 Ya, you look like the kids type.
I didn't really know what 'the kids type' looked like, I was just twenty-two and had only had a couple of
boyfriends before; although the local guys were always trying to date me, they just didn't seem to fit me was all.
I'd often thought of leaving my town, if only to find the right kind of man, but I was a small town girl at heart,
and looking after my sick mother made moving away an impossibility, so I was kind of trapped.
 I was once like you. He suddenly uttered thoughtfully.
 Like me? How? What do you mean?
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 I can see it in your eyes, you wish you didn't live here, you wish you could travel the world.
He was right, but I had no idea how he knew and so felt like he had reached into my heart and pulled out
one of my deepest desires.
 It's not like you think, you know?
 What isn't?
 The world, and traveling around. I wish now I'd just stayed where I was.
 What do you do?
He told me he was an officer in the army, going back to his base, soon to be shipped abroad to one of the
world's dangerous war zones. He had been on leave for a year due to an injury, he said, but now his unit had
called him back.
 So you mean you're like a Marine or something?
 I'm not that kind of soldier; you could say the missions my unit are sent on are more specialized.
I could see that by looking at him. He didn't have the normal crew-cut of a soldier, and apart from his body
and the steely look in his eyes, there was nothing to give it away.
He slid up to me on the bench, now close enough to me that I could see the flecks of color in his iris. I felt
nervous, but at the same time I felt my body warm to his
 You look cold. He said.
 Really, I'm OK.
Without listening to me, he took his jacket off and put it around my shoulders. I wasn't sure where this was
all going, but looking at the rain still hitting the sidewalk, being with him at that moment seemed more
attractive than walking.
He looked seriously at me,
 I have a strange feeling that this time, I won't be coming back.
 What make's you think that?
 I dunno', I just have a gut feeling that this mission will be my last.
 Oh come on, don't say that. I'm sure it's not true.
 But I've never had this feeling before, I really don't think I'll make it this time, somehow.
War was so pointless I thought. The loss of lives, and wars never seemed to change anything. Wars kept
going on, through the centuries and onwards.
His eyes searched mine,
 Tell me, is there anything you feel you absolutely must do before you die?
I didn't really like to think about dying, but he was a man who perhaps might never come back to the normal
world, I couldn't very well ignore his question, and he was so genuine, and there was a kindness somewhere
inside him that I could sense,
 I guess the only thing I want to have done is to have had children. As long as I can make that happen, I
think I'll be complete.
 Yes, I feel the same way, exactly the same way. He replied.
His voice trailed off with the last words, as he looked into the rain and leaned back on the bench, dejected
but still resolute. I felt for him, I really did; if he wasn't going to come back alive, he'd not have fulfilled his wish,
but there was nothing I could do about that.
He continued to talk with me, changing the subject and making the conversation focus on me and my
dreams. He was wise for his years, offering me advice on things I really didn't know how to deal with at that
point in my life. I wished the conversation could go on forever, but I had to go, looking at my watch I was
already going to be a little late.
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 I'm really sorry, I have to go now. I told him, leaning into him and wanting to hold him, but knowing that
I shouldn't.
 It's OK, I understand. We all have places we have to be and a destiny to follow.
The rain hadn't abetted, but I had to go; I didn't like to leave him there, but I had no choice. His warm hand
shook mine, and for a lingering moment he held it in his. Smiling at him, I turned away and crossed the street to
the Nelson's residence and pressed the bell.
I looked back at him, still sitting there looking off into the distance, as Mr. Nelson came to the door.
 Oh you look wet, come in quick, I'll get you a towel.
 I'm really sorry I'm late. I apologized.
 It's quite alright, we figured you might be, because of all this rain.
Little Tommy came running up to me as I dried myself off with the towel, grabbing my hand and pulling me
into the kitchen to see his latest painting that his parents had put on the refrigerator. It was quite obviously a
picture of him holding his parents hands in front of their house. His beaming smile as he looked up at me,
showed me how pleased he was with it, and I told him it was a beautiful picture, his best yet.
Mr. and Mrs Nelson soon left, going to an overnight dinner party out of town that had been planned for
some weeks. I couldn't wait for them to leave, I wanted to look out of the window to see if he would still be
there, and as soon as they had gone, I did. Peeping out from the curtains I saw him, still sitting and waiting. The
light was getting dimmer, and his features were starting to wane from the distance I was at.
I wanted to keep watching him, although it seemed a little like I was a kind of stalker, but Tommy dragged
me away, getting me to build a Lego castle with him. Sometimes Tommy could be real cute, although we were
always supposed to be making the Lego buildings together, I'd invariably be the one to do the whole thing, with
him looking on and telling me where to put each brick.
As I looked at Tommy watching me intently, I thought about the man at the bus station. He might never
have this, he'd not even have the contentment of knowing that there would be a child in the world born of him.
As eight o'clock came, I put Tommy to sleep, with him complaining, as usual, that he was actually allowed to
stay up until nine, which wasn't true as his parents had made quite clear, but he always tried anyway. With
Tommy fast asleep after I'd read him a bedtime story, I couldn't resist but to look out of the window again.
It was then dark outside, and I could barely make out his shadow still sitting there, but I could make out the
red cherry of his cigarette every time he took a drag on it. I closed the curtain again, thinking things over and
over in my mind. He must be cold out there, it didn't seem right for a man who was serving and protecting his
country to be left outside by the very people he was protecting, it was just wrong, and it wasn't the way I'd been
brought up to behave. I considered if to ask him to come over to the house, maybe just for an hour or so, at least
I could give him something warm to drink. I debated if it was wise, there was, after all, a child in the house, but
something inside me intuitively knew he was no danger, he had given me a looking glass into his soul as I had
looked him in the eyes.
I made up my mind. I'd call him over. If anything bad did happen, I had my cell phone with 911 already
keyed in and just beside the sofa where I'd sit with him so I could reach for it quickly, although I really didn't
think I'd need it.
I opened the window and tried to shout without actually shouting, which was quite difficult, and finally I
actually did give one loud shout,
 Hey!
I saw his shadow turn toward me, and I beckoned him with my hand,
 Come here.
He got up and ran directly toward me, with me still hanging out of the window, looking around hoping no
one had seen me, but the streets were bare. He came bounding up to the window fast, like a man on a mission,
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 What's wrong? Are you OK. He said, looking worried for me,
 Sure, everything's fine. I whispered, ? Why don't you come in for a little bit?
 Are you sure? He asked, raising his eyebrow slightly,  I mean, I could be an ax-murderer or something.
 You really don't seem like the ax-murderer type to me.
 And what 'is' the ax-murderer type then? He questioned, laughing a little.
 I don't know, I only know it's not you.
 Well, OK then, but only as long as you won't get into trouble.
 I'm sure it'll be fine, go round to the door. I told him, closing the window, and slightly nervously opening
the front porch.
He came in, and I'd not realized how tall he was until he was standing right in front off me with a
mischievous grin that I was returning. I took him through to the front room and told him I'd be back in a
minute with a coffee for him, but he followed me into the kitchen, and leaned on the sideboard watching me as
I made it.
 You don't have to watch me making you coffee you know? It's making me nervous.
 I like to watch you doing that, perhaps it's so ordinary to some people, but where I'm going and the things
I'll see everyday, this is a memory that I can keep and replay in my mind.
I felt flustered by that, and stopped stirring the coffee and looked at him. He moved closer to me, and I don't
really know how it happened, but he brought both of his warm hands up to either side of my face and moved his
lips towards mine; my eyes instinctively closed and received his warm lips on mine, with the spoon in my hand
falling to the floor and my arms embracing him.
Shivers went up my spine, and I felt his warm body pressing into me, with my breasts being pushed up
against him. He stopped kissing me, and, still holding my cheeks, looked directly at me,
 I want to take all of you in, and remember everything about you.
I was so moved by that, and the feeling was mutual,
 I feel the same, I want to take all of you inside me.
I didn't know why I'd said that, somehow I'd got caught up in the moment, but I really meant it, I wanted all
of him inside me, his very essence was what I felt I needed at that moment. He understood me, probably beyond
how I even understood myself somehow.
Squeezing me to himself again, he brought his hand up the back of my neck and through my hair. My head
arched backwards and his warm mouth found my neck. As his hips pressed into mine, he devoured my neck, at
first gently licking up the side of it and teasing my ear lobe with his teeth, and then biting my neck, not so hard
as to hurt me greatly, but hard enough that I felt my body feel a need for him deeper and deeper.
All of a sudden he picked me up in one swift movement and sat me on the kitchen unit, with me gasping
slightly as he brought both his hands down over both my shoulders, slipping my dress straps downwards, so
even one more slight movement would expose me. His eyes ran themselves all over my body, as if searching for
something he needed to remember or have, something that would tide him through the ordeal he would no
doubt be facing in a far flung and hostile land. I felt his hands slide downwards, across my bare arms, and
goosebumps appeared. His two hands slipped into mine with his finger tips in my palm and his thumbs lightly
brushing the backs of my hands. I looked into his eyes, and he had a most intense look of desire, not the normal
desire I'd seen in men, but a desire for something I couldn't quite articulate; as if sensing my wonder, he spoke,
 I want to give you something that I have given no one else, something that will remain with you for the rest
of your life. Something that will also keep me going for as long as I can survive.
 Say exactly what is on your mind. I said, as he brought his hand back up and onto my cheek.
 I want you to have my child.
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He stated it as clearly and simply as was possible, in a manner that seemed completely natural to him. I
guessed a man such as this was used to being direct and forceful, but I could sense he was holding back, waiting
patiently for my acquiescence before unleashing before me all of his primordial nature. Looking at his strong
body and knowing I may never see him again, I knew already what I was going to say, I knew if I refused it
would be something I'd regret for the rest of my life. and always wonder; I'd always ask myself what would have
come of it. I'd never been one to be able to handle regrets and missed chances. He had chosen me to bear his one
and only child, a child that would maybe one day grow up and be a mirror of his father, a mirror I'd be able to
see the world in.
 I want what you want. My lips quivered as I said it.
Pulling my mouth to his, he sucked his lips on to my bottom one, my eyes closed, and when they opened I
saw his eyes deeply staring into mine, so close that I felt myself disappear inside them. It was at that point he let
go of all his self-control that had been keeping him in check. Pulling my dress down roughly, he also yanked my
bra down without unstrapping it, and I gasped. My breasts were now exposed and the nipples were hard. He
began to devour them with his mouth as his hands moved under my dress and up the sides of my thighs.
Watching his tongue slide all over my breasts and nipples was one of the most exciting things I had ever
experienced, he could have me, he could have all of me, and all I could think at that moment was how perfect he
looked. He brought his hands up and all over my now wet mounds, I heard myself moan and my hips began to
writhe on the kitchen sideboard. My pussy was aching for him in a way I'd not experienced before.
Lifting my legs, with my slippers falling off, he positioned my knees upwards, with the soles of my feet on the
counter. My dress was barely covering me, with the last slip of it just hanging loosely over my knees. He stroked
his finger up one of my ankles, sending shivers down my spine and an anticipation for what was about to come.
Gradually, his finger tip went up the back of my knee and then moved around and under my dress, and caressed
itself along my inner-thigh. When his hand reached my mound, stroking itself over my now wet cotton
knickers, I knew what it was like to be touched by a real man; not the kind of men who had fumbled their way
about my body, but a man who knew how and where to touch, and at the right moments.
My hands moved rapidly around on the counter, looking for something to grab onto; I wasn't sure if it was
to support my body or to control myself, but I could do neither, with my hands just knocking some cutlery off
as it clanged onto the floor. I hoped it wouldn't wake Tommy up, as what was about to happen was the last
thing I'd want him to see, he'd never look at his babysitter again in the same way. I was becoming wanton, like
all of my teenage fantasies and boyfriends in my early twenties were simply a lead-up to this one moment.
Finally, he moved my dress back and away from my knees, so that now he could see my panties and the
wetness on them. The look of passion in his eyes told me everything I needed to know about what he was about
to do. Moving his fingers behind my soft cheeks he hooked them around my underwear, and then pulled them
right off me, without me even needing to raise my hips. They fell to the floor, and he spread my legs again. I
looked at his soft and full lips and and watched as he began to trace his tongue along my inner thighs, but this
time the wetness and his hot breath made me instinctively open my legs wider, as my hands began running
through my own hair.
I watched his mouth reach my pussy, but nothing could have prepared me for the delight I then experienced
as his tongue entered my juicy vagina. My hips stated shaking uncontrollably, as he licked and consumed me.
Feeling his tongue go into my hole I grabbed his hair, not being able to stop myself, and he buried himself
deeper into me.
I heard the rain begin to beat down again on the kitchen widow, while he pleasured me in ways I'd not
known possible. And then, he took me by the hand and helped me down from the counter and walked me over
to the backdoor leading out into the garden.
 I want to give you a memory you'll never forget. He said, smiling at me.
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 You... you already have. I managed to finally get out, with my pussy still twitching inside and wet.
 No, I want this time to be special, something more than just us making love in the common way.
 What do you want?
 I like the rain, it has a purity all of its own, the same kind of purity I see in your eyes.
His hand reached over to the door handle and opened it, and I knew then what he was planning to do. Hard
drops of rain came into the house and splashed onto my feet and his.
 Come. He whispered,
Leading me outside, the rain hit my face and and ran down and over my breasts. He removed my dress and
threw it back inside, and I pulled his jacket off and did the same to it. I couldn't wait to remove his white
T-shirt and see his body, and he pulled it off and tossed it back into the house and finally removed his pants and
boxer shorts. The pair of us stood there naked in the night of the garden, with water running down our bodies
as we both admired each other. His broad chest had a few scars, there was even a roundish scar that I knew was
the marking of a bullet that had entered his body before. With the dim light I could see the water running down
his abdominal muscles and ran my hand down them. They were like warm marble. His hands stroked at the
sides of my breasts and I moaned with pleasure as the water splashed into my open mouth and out again down
the side of my jaw.
I looked down at his length, it was erect and hard, with water drops splashing off the tip and the size of it
made me yearn to get it inside me. He caught me looking at it, and moved closer to me, and I crouched down
and took it in my hand, marveling at how rigid it was. I couldn't resist but to take it into my mouth, and he ran
his hands back through my now soaking wet hair. My mouth was opened wide, so wide so I could get it inside
and I moved my mouth over it back and forth while looking into his eyes, as he watched me enjoying him.
 I need to be inside you. he told me, the rain streaming down his muscular thighs.
 You are inside me. I replied, taking his cock out of my mouth so I could speak.
 No, I mean really inside you.
He raised me up, lifting my feet off the floor and leaning my back against a nearby wall, His arms under the
back creases of my legs and his strong hands grabbing my butt as he sunk his mouth into my own. The patter of
rain drops on my body and the feeling of his chest against mine with my nipples brushing against it, was making
me almost delirious; I could feel the tip of his manhood sliding along the length of my now open pussy lips,
open because the tip of his cock had parted them.
Suddenly he became like a wild man, and pulled my hair and head back and sunk his teeth into my neck,
sending ripples of pleasure throughout my body; he raised my body slightly more, and looking at me with lust in
his eyes, he slid his cock right up inside me. My nails involuntarily gripped his back and he began to fuck me
hard, harder than I'd ever had it before, with his hips and cock slamming into me. I thrust my butt forward
trying to get him deeper inside, or at least as much as I could as he was now in total control of my body. His
warm penis was filling me totally, and in that position, I could feel the tip of it pressing itself each time at the
top of my vagina, deeper and deeper still.
Without a word, he then carried me over to the middle of the garden and lay me down on the wet grass, with
him still stood up, towering over me, his cock a dominating silhouette in the night. my legs were still wide open
and waiting for him, and any pretense of being a somewhat chaste girl was gone, and I couldn't have controlled
it even if I'd wanted to at that moment.
He paused, for what seemed like an age to my body and mind, as in need of him as I was. It was as if he was
recording everything about every inch of my body in his memory, before he then threw himself down onto me,
licking at my neck and biting my ears as his tongue entered them making my hips arch uncontrollably.
I tried to moved upwards to get him inside me, but he thrust me down onto the ground again, looking into
my eyes, waiting for a point of desire in me that he knew was the moment I could take no more and needed him
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more than the breath of life itself.
Finally he raised my legs up again, and this time, eased himself gently into me as we looked at each other. He
was getting it as deep inside me as possible, and I knew why, I knew what he was going to give me, and I wanted
him, I wanted all of him to fill me, and be inside me and a part of me forever. With his fists supporting his raised
body on the grass, he began an onslaught on my pussy that made me scream loudly. It was lucky the house was
detached, but I still worried that someone might overhear me and him. But I was beyond the point of being able
to control it, I was so far past the point of no return that I could have cared less what would have happened if
someone came upon us like this. His thrusts became hard and fast, and I wondered when his juice was going to
fill me, but he was watching me, waiting for the perfect moment, and I let go. I just let go.
When I did, my abdomen started contracting, and the tip of his cock was rubbing furiously up and down my
G-spot, I bit into his chest that was over me, more for support and in a vain attempt to controlling my
screaming than anything else, he didn't mind, although it must have hurt him; he was a real man that could
suffer in order to give and do what he needed to. The feeling of his body over me, the wet grass below me and
his thick cock deep inside me was all too much, and as I began to come, he punctuated and increased my
pleasure by starting to thrust hard and deep inside me again, and all at once I came, with my body shaking
violently and him still thrusting until he cried out loud as his semen filled me, its warmness and life-giving
properties all inside me at once.
He lay on me and I wrapped my arms around him as the water from the sky rained down upon us, making
sure his cock didn't leave me, making sure what he had given me would remain inside me, and he then
whispered in my ear,
 Now I will always be with you, and I have given you a part of myself that will love and protect you forever.
And he kissed me softly on the lips.
It was the last thing I remembered. When I awoke I was on the sofa indoors, fully clothed, with the light of
the dawn teasing through the curtains. I sat up and saw a note beside me. He must have carried me inside again,
making sure to dress me. But I couldn't remember it. Picking the note up, I read it:
'Thank you for giving me the one thing I wanted. I will keep you in me for as long as I have days left to
remember you with, and I will be part of you and around you for the rest of your days.'
I folded the note, and sat there for a moment, and then realized I had to check on Tommy. Running upstairs
realizing I'd been negligent, I was relieved to see him sleeping calmly in his bed, the night-light shining off his
cute face.
Going back downstairs again, I looked out of the window to see if I could still see him at the bus station, and
just managed to catch the sight of the Greyhound bus pulling away, before leaving me with the view of an empty
bench, with no one there. I held my hand over my belly instinctively, and looked down, knowing he hadn't gone
away, not really.
The Nelsons arrived back at nine in the morning, happy and full of stories of the people they'd met, and
Tommy jumped up into his fathers arms excitedly. I'd worried if he'd heard anything, but it didn't seem so, as he
didn't mention it.
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Years past, and many people I told this story to asked me the same question:  Do you regret it? After all, I
didn't even know his name, that lonely man in the rain. But I tell them I've never regretted it. I'd made
someone's dream come true, and also my own at the same time.
 Do you miss him? they'd then ask, to which I always reply,
 How could I? I see him everyday in the eyes of my son. He's always with me.
       
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Count looked at her. With her panties being the only thing that separated La Roche from her essence, he
stroked his fingers down both of her legs as she squirmed herself into the bed. Then moving upwards and
peppering kisses on her navel, Diana tried to raise one of her knees, but La Roche began to lick his tongue along
her inner-thigh, and it was all Diana needed in order to open her legs further for him. Her white lace panties
had begun to get wetter, with La Roche being able to clearly see the effect he was having on his virgin. His desire
to taste her more was overwhelming him, and he slid his lips along the surface of the underwear over her
mound, leading Diana to moan with delight, and seek more from La Roche...' Excerpt from Vampire Billionaire
Taking the Virgin (Vampire & Reluctant Virgin Erotica)
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