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  A Night With Him

  A Taboo Impregnation Story

  I start house sitting tonight. It's been about a week since school let out, two months since my eighteenth birthday, and I start official work tonight.

  My name is Jessica, and, like I just said, I'm 18 years old, just out of high school. I'm about five and a half feet tall, and my best trait, if you ask me, is my beautiful long blond hair, with matching soft blue eyes. Many guys have flirted with me lately, drooling over some of my more curvy features, but I prefer to draw attention to what I just mentioned. My last boyfriend was actually famous around the guys for always grabbing at my ass whenever they passed by; it was funny at first, but eventually it became one of the reasons for us falling apart.

  That and he, along with every other potential significant other, was an immature asshole.

  Reminds me why I am so happy to be out of high school. I need to surround myself with people more my age, more of my maturity level. They say women mature faster than their age, while men mature slower than their age; I can attest that nobody matures fast enough. Maybe my parents lied to me about when I was born, holding me back a couple years so they could have a youngster running around for a bit longer? I don't know necessarily about that. I do know that I'm happy to move on.

  But the trick to moving on is setting up your life early, to not play catch up all the time. All through school I've been nose in a book, studying hard, and trying to get myself into a proper University; now that High School is out, I know I'll have to continue to have a nose in a book, but I'll also have to set up job experience, somehow. Or, more importantly, income. There are greater expectations of people at this age, and I need to support it!

  “That's why I think house sitting for your aunt and uncle will be good for you.” My mom, Sharon, said to me, taking another sip of her tea. “It'll get you comfortable with living away from home, earn you an income to support yourself when you're at school, and allow you to feel out responsibilities for things other than studies. Specifically their cats and dogs.” Then she turned to me and glared. “Studies are still important, though.”

  “Have you talked to Aunt Ashley about it yet?” I asked, flipping through a list of classes my university offers, taking a drink myself.

  “She was actually the one that offered! Well, more her husband, but she seemed quite supportive of the idea.” My mom leaned in a bit closer, as if to whisper a secret to me, despite the fact we were alone in the house. “I bet you she is okay with it given how much her work asks her to travel, as well as Joshua's work, making it hard for them to have children. I've known my sister for a long time, and I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.”

  “Why don't they just hire a nanny?”

  My mom chuckled a bit a adjusted back in her seat. “They aren't that rich, dear. They make good money, but they also are down to earth. A nanny would be too expensive on top of a child. You're like... a child that is also her own nanny. Make sense?” Sharon shook her head a bit, then took another sip of her drink, looking off in the distance. “This will be good for you, Jessica.”

  Sometimes I think my mom is too dramatic.

  A couple days later my aunt gives me a tour of the place, and my goodness is it large. Four bedrooms, three baths. The kitchen feels larger than my own house, but really is only half the size. The basement is pretty robust too, finished and what have you. Ashley points out where the dogs sleep, what they like to do during the day; I get accustomed with them as well, and they all behave very friendly towards me.

  “So I'll be out before this Friday, and Josh will be gone Sunday night. I would like you to start Friday then, if that's okay.” She said, walking me back to my car.

  “That sounds like a plan, Ashley.” I respond, smiling. “Is there anything else I should be aware of while you guys are gone?”

  Ashley stops walking for the moment and thinks that question over a couple times. “Well, I'm sure you know we'd appreciate it if you didn't throw any wild parties. Or illegal drugs. Or crazy sex all over the house.” She chuckled, turning towards me. “Of course, if you do all three at the same time, that's fine!”

  She laughed out loud, which prompted me to laugh. It's a joke my mom would make all the time.

  “Besides that, I guess... um...” She looks away, puzzled. “I know there was something... Oh! Just make sure you don't go into any locked doors for the time being! Joshua is cleaning some things up, and I told him to hide his hobbies while you were here. He said it will take him to Sunday to clean it all up, which is why he's leaving later. Just be careful, okay?” Aunt Ashley smiled when she finished, and I smiled back.

  “I'll do my best.” I responded.

  “Good. Then I guess I'll see you Friday!” She then handed me a key and I was on my way back home.

  I'm not the best with animals, I will admit, so this is all a little nerve wracking. I packed up my things, mostly clothes and my computer, and was greeted by those animals that Friday. Ashley was polite, as always, showing me a couple tricks in calming them down when they get so... energized.

  “So where is Joshua?” I asked, walking Ashley to her car.

  “Oh, he's out on some errands. He should be back before 10pm or something.”

  “Okay, I guess that's good.” I shrugged, then went through the rhetoric of saying goodbye as Ashley drove to the airport.

  Which followed into me sitting down on my computer for the next couple hours. A skill I've learned very well growing up is how to burn time on the computer, much to the disapproval of my parents. Most of it is just surfing the web, getting tiny updates on news here and there. But something I've learned growing up with that skill is that it doesn't last forever, and soon I found myself with the desire to do something. But what?

  I can't call any of my friends; most of them that matter are of
f on some summer program, and the rest are, frankly, people that don't matter. I don't really have any games to play. And I'm still pretty unfamiliar with the house to do much in it.

  So I guess I'm going to get familiar with the house? I guess.

  Again, they had four bedrooms. The master bedroom sat right at the head of the staircase, making easy access to and from the main floor. The rest were scattered across the top floor, one to the master's left, two to its right. The basement had a couple of rooms as well, but they were all just storage rooms; the real beauty is the amazing entertainment system they have set up there. The kitchen is about what you'd expect out of a kitchen, except there is this design and space to the whole thing? Rich people are weird.

  As for Joshua's hobbies, it was about near the end of my house searching that I encountered the room where we keeps it all. There was another bedroom, off by the garage, which looked like it was supposed to be locked, but the lock was, like, engaged, but not in the door. I walked in, and took a good look around; it seemed like a normal bedroom; bed, desk, closet, etc.; but there were a few abnormalities. For example, you could see tape going across the walls that matched the color of the paint; if you were glancing over you'd miss it. These wires all led to small cameras pointing at the middle of the room, which happened to be the bed. The cameras were feed, behind tape, to the computer at the head of the room.

  Curiosity, winning this round, beckoned me to sit down and do a little snooping through.

  At first glance the computer is what you would expect; a bit older than current models, but otherwise has its working tower, clunky monitor, what have you. I turned it on, and fiddled around with it for a bit. There wasn't any password protection; presumably the room itself was supposed to be locked? It didn't have access to the internet, despite all the webcams. Perhaps Joshua had one of those wireless modems?

  I started working through the folders and files, and for a moment I couldn't find anything, at least not until I came across a folder titled “Uploaded.” I didn't think twice when I pressed it, but the images and videos that were hidden beneath... maybe I should have thought twice?

  On one hand, I was disgusted, but I couldn't help but me amazed. The videos were expansive, the related still shots for each were amazing in quality, and the girls themselves... I knew some of them! These included some of my previous classmates that graduated last year, about this time. I've talked to them before about how they were doing, and they never brought up anything like this. Though, they did say they were given a unique opportunity to advance...

  Was this what they were talking about?

  And it was about at that time that I heard Joshua open the front door. Put into a flight of panic, I quickly escaped everything I was looking at on the computer, and shut it down. I managed to leave the room, and lock it, before he noticed my presence in the house; I just started to pretend I was admiring everything again, which, to be honest, wasn't a complete lie.

  “Oh, hey Jessica.” He said, unloading a bag of groceries on the kitchen table, after passing me in the hallway. “I'm glad to see you've finally made it around.”

  “Oh, you know,” I start responding, leaning up against the wall to try and look relaxed. “I'm never one to miss out on an opportunity.”

  Joshua paused for a second, in unpacking his bags, and thought about the comment for a second. Then he chuckled a bit to himself, and resumed his unbagging. “So how do you like the house? We've put a lot of work into it over the years.”

  From there for the next couple hours we were just engaged in small talk as he prepared dinner. He went on about the many things he's encountered over the years, which sort of cemented how old he was, compared to my short life worth of experiences. It's kind of surprising to think of that, though, because, as a figure, he looks positively perfect; he could be considered a very stressed out 25 year old, if you guessed his age off of his looks. To find out he's 50! It is a bit surreal.

  Dinner was delicious, especially now that I know he is an amazing cook, and we started to engage in small talk again, at least I thought. I started to clean up the plates and silverware.

  “So when I walked in today, where were you just before?” He asked, leaning back into his chair, crossing his arms.

  I avoided eye contact as I responded, continuing to wash the dishes. “I was simply admiring the house, Joshua.”

  “I checked around the house, and found one of my rooms locked. I don't remember locking it...”

  “Well, people sometimes just forget things.” I joke, fully realizing what he was getting at. Then I could feel his eyes dig into my head. Was he silently judging me? What response did he want to come out of me?

  “Did you go onto the computer, Jessica?”

  I continued doing the dishes, while struggling to come up with a response. If I admit to it, do I get fired from this summer job? That would be unfortunate, and quite an upsetting tale to explain to my parents.

  “Well, Jessica?”

  “Yeah, I did.” It's easier not to lie, anyways. So what is the follow up? Is he going to ask if I saw anything? If I say yes, am I fired? Or... or what if I'm told to engage in the same thing? That idea tripped me up for a moment, less in a disgusted way, but more in a fascinated way. What exactly did it entail?

  “Did you see anything on the computer, Jessica?”

  “I'm pretty sure I saw most of it, Josh.”

  “Well, that's not good.”

  “Why's that?” My response tripped him up, and his eyes pierced into me again. I turned and met his eyes with my own; I could see his head working out the details, deciphering exactly what I meant by that comment.

  “Are you trying to say something?” He asked.

  I put down the last of the tools used for dinner, and came back to the table and sat down.

  “I knew some of those girls that's on the computer. They seem to be living fulfilling lives at this moment, and I have to wonder; did that have anything to do with it? I just want to know what they got for being in your... hobbies.”

  Joshua leaned in, and said, in probably the most commanding voice I've heard from his yet. “I can tell you, but that requires explaining more than my wife even knows. You'd either have to commit, or quit. Understand?”

  Our eyes played a fierce game for a moment, trying to intimidate the other. I get why he made that demand back. Have to protect your business, or something like that. I stared a bit longer, then relaxed back into my chair. “Sure.”

  Suddenly the money I was being paid for house sitting felt like pocket change. And not that much longer from now, I found myself engaged in what my peers have done before me.

  From where I lay I could see the webcam spying me down, analyzing every inch of my exposed body, as he instructed me to spread my legs open for the viewing audience, fingering and spreading open my labia, grabbing my breast, audibly moaning.

  As I did, Joshua was setting up other cameras around the bedroom, careful not to enter view of the recording. I played with myself as he set up three more cameras, all focused on me, my body.

  “Are you ready?” I hear him ask, though my mind a little lost from focus as my fingers played a tune on myself that too easily melts, too easily makes me forget, and play the music faster. “Sharon and Michael won't ever know.” I hear those names, and for a moment my mind returns, my fingers slow, and my eyes open. What if they did find out? Beyond that, what if anyone else found out? My friends from high school, Ashley, my parents, my future employers... what are the consequences to this, exactly?

  But Joshua did not let me ponder for much longer. When my eyes were fully aware of my surroundings again, I saw him, stripped down, much like myself, exposing his built physique, his gorgeous body, coupled with his piercing eyes, staring me down, grin slight at the corner of his mouth, and his hand slowly working the most impressive of his muscles, between his legs.

  “Oh, Josh...” I say longingly, my eyes working over his body back and forth, discerning how I could have
never seen this before, how I could have never noticed this beast of a man that stood before me.

  “Hey, Jessica.” The grin became more noticeable, and he started to climb onto the bed. I reached for him, wrapping my arms around him, feeling his muscles pour over me, all while his equipment took careful notes of the encounter. “Just call me daddy.”

  He started kissing me, making out with me as he adjusted me into the position he wanted, and my hands, my legs, grabbed at him as he did. His lips then moved away from my face and onto my neck, his hands feeling every inch of my young body, and my moans became more audacious, louder, forgetting the possibility of others in the house. He grabbed my close, his hard cock dancing between his legs and mine, and I could feel my body beg for it to become one with me, as the real world slipped away from thought completely, with all I could focus on was him.

  And as that thought crossed me, as my body ached with desire, he pulled away from my neck, pulled away the tender love he gave there, and made our eyes connect, made us look deep into each other, as he slipped his cock into my wet pussy, into my body. My legs stretched as far and as wide as they could, and it was all I could do to maintain eye contact, to not throw my head back in the pleasure; as a result the moans became louder, the sounds of ecstasy harder. His hands grabbed my face, his thumbs slowly caressing my cheeks as his eyes dug into me, as his hips worked back and forth, thrusting his cock in and out of me, feeling every bit of my insides, filling me with a love I could have never dreamed of. His eyes then left me, looking down at my breasts, which were moving with the rhythm of his cock, and he grabbed and caressed them, possible for the camera's enjoyment, all of which allowed me to throw my head back, to immerse myself in the pleasure, to enjoy his cock completely, without restraint.