TANYA'S NEW BABYSITTER

BY SAFENSOBER

“Oh my God! He is SO hot!” Jenna gushed.

“I know, he SO makes me weak in the knees,” Tiffany affirmed.

Tanya was just walking up the driveway of Jenna and Tiffany’s house and caught the tail end of their conversation.

“Hey guys. What’re you talking about?”

“OH, my GOD, Tanya!” Tiffany said, excitedly. “Look at these hotties!”

Tiffany and Jenna turned their magazines around and showed Tanya the photos. One was a picture of Ja Rule and the other was Nelly. They were both shirtless, wearing blue jeans and looking seductively at Tanya. She felt a little uneasy.

“Wouldn’t it be AMAZING to have sex with them?” Jenna said.

Tanya had recently made friends with Jenna and Tiffany—who were four and five years older than Tanya, respectively, who was ten. They were sisters who had just moved into the neighborhood and they soon picked up Tanya as their protégé.

“Yeah, definitely,” Tanya said, mechanically, gazing at the photos. They were very attractive. Being from a suburban neighborhood, there weren’t a lot of black people in Tanya’s neck of the woods.

“If I ever met either one of them, I would MELT!” Tiffany said.

“Me too! In fact, I would let them do whatever they wanted to me!” Tanya chimed in.

“Why, you slutty little girl, you!” Tiffany exclaimed.

Tanya grinned from ear to ear at their approval.

* * *

Within a week, Tanya had convinced her parents to buy her posters of Ja Rule and Nelly. Her mother was a little apprehensive but, using the art of persuasion that she had learned from her older friends, she found herself in her bedroom with the posters on the wall and a grin on her face. She lay down on the bed and gazed up at them, enjoying that feeling of butterflies in her tummy. She began to feel a warm, tingly sensation between her legs. She started to wonder herself what it would be like to have sex with either of them…or any black guy for that matter. Her hand slowly moved down her thigh and up her short, jean skirt. She pulled her pink panties about halfway down her thigh and began to rub herself. This was not the first time she had done such at thing, as Jenna and Tiffany told her that they did it all the time and she should try it. She imagined it was the large, black fingers of the two mature men adorning her walls, massaging her tiny rosebud. This made her get wet, and she began panting a little.

Suddenly, her mom opened the door.

“Tanya, could you come here and pick up…” she stopped as soon as she saw what her only daughter was doing to herself. “What are you doing?” she asked.

Tanya quickly pulled up her panties. “Nothing,” she said shortly. She was feeling rather defensive that her mother would just burst in without knocking.

“You were playing with yourself weren’t you?” her mom said in an astonished voice. She looked up and saw the posters on the wall. “And you were fantasizing about…those people?”

“Mom, can’t you knock?” Tanya yelled. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“Well, I’m certainly glad I didn’t because we have a problem here, don’t we? Not only were you doing disgusting, unholy things with your body, but you were doing it while thinking of a Negro!”

“But, Mom, they’re really hot!” Tanya protested.

“I want you to stay in here for the rest of the night and think about what you’ve done,” her mom yelled and slammed the door.

Her parents didn’t give her dinner that night so she was quite hungry locked up in her room. Embarrassed, she cried herself to sleep that night.

* * *

The next day was Friday, the day her parents were scheduled to leave for the weekend and her grandma was going to come stay with her.

When she got out of bed, her parents were packing their suitcases. They didn’t say a single word to her, nor did they look at her. It didn’t bother Tanya too much at first. She decided to get dressed and go play with Jenna and Tiffany

Tanya wanted to wear something sexy today. Something that would attract the attention of people the likes of Nelly and Ja Rule. She found a short, pink nylon skirt and a similar colored top made of the same material. She hoped that Jenna and Tiffany would be impressed by her outfit.

As she was walking back home from her friends’ house that evening, she noticed a vehicle she did not recognize parked on the curb in front of her house. It was a maroon Chevy Blazer with shiny, silver rims. She wondered who it belonged to.

When she walked in the door, she heard her father’s voice.

“Tanya?” her dad called in a grave voice from the living room. “Could you come in here please?”

Tanya walked into the living room and sat on the couch. Her dad and mom were sitting on the couch across from her and had their suitcases next to them.

Her dad just stared at her, looking very stoic, almost angry. “Tanya, your mother and I have made a decision.”

“Young lady your behavior last night was INEXCUSABLE!” her mother said firmly.

Tanya looked the other way, defiantly.

“You know you will have to be punished for it!” her mother continued.

“What’re you gonna do, ground me?” Tanya said, mockingly.

“We are not going to do anything,” her dad said, “except introduce you to your new babysitter.”

“New babysitter?” Tanya protested. “What about Grandma?”

“You think I want to have your grandmother, my MOTHER over for a weekend after what you were doing last night?” her mother shot back, haltingly. “I told Grandma not to come this weekend.”

It suddenly occurred to Tanya that the Blazer in front of the house belonged to her new babysitter.

“Come on in, Marcus,” her dad called into the kitchen.

Tiffany stood up to see who it was. To her astonishment, out walked a 6-foot-2 African-American man. He looked like he was in his twenties, was wearing a blue bandana over his hair which was in cornrows, a white wife-beater that hugged his large pectorals and a pair of navy blue, Adidas warm-up pants. He grinned as soon as he saw Tanya. Tanya felt her knees buckle and sat back down on the couch.

“This is Marcus. Marcus has had lots of experience disciplining naughty little girls like you,” her mother said.

Tanya crossed her legs. She was a little scared. She never heard her mom talk like that before.

Her parents stood up, grabbed their suitcases and started heading toward the door. “Marcus is going to stay with you this weekend while your mom and I are away and hopefully by then you will have learned your lesson,” her dad said. “Well, shall we go, honey?”

“Yes, let’s,” her mother smiled.

Tanya began to panic. She had never been left with a stranger before—especially not a black male stranger who was much older than she. She ran for her dad; he was always on her side. She was still Daddy’s little girl, right?

“No, Daddy, don’t go,” she pleaded quietly. “I’ve learned my lesson. Marcus can go home now.”

“I’m sorry sweetie, but I’ve already paid him quite a bit,” he said.

“But, Daddy, wait!” she panted, holding on to her father’s free hand. “I promise I’ll be good girl from now on. Please, don’t leave me with him!”

“It’s too late, Tanya. You had your chance and you blew it.”

“Daddy, PLEASE!” she began to cry.

“Now you stop that right now!” he said. “You keep that up, maybe, we’ll leave for a week instead of a weekend.”

Tanya was silent.

“Have fun kids!” her father called toward Marcus.

“Oh, we will, sir!” Marcus said in a deep, somewhat raspy but very strong voice.

And the door was shut.

Tanya could feel Marcus’ eyes looking her up and down from behind. She was shaking. She wiped the tears from her eyes and slowly turned around. Marcus was still grinning deviously at her.

He started walking toward her slowly, confidently. She pressed her back against the door, thinking that she could make a run for it. But she knew that as soon as she made a sudden move, Marcus would be right there.

“Wh-what are you going to do to me?” she asked meekly.

“Get in the bedroom, now,” he commanded quietly.

She ran to her bedroom immediately and stood by her bed. She could tell Marcus meant business. He followed her, still very slowly. When he was about six inches away from her he said,

“Take off your clothes.”

Tanya felt a lump growing in her throat. She was about to protest when Marcus repeated,

“Take off your mutha fuckin; clothes!” really quietly but so much more intense.

Without thought or hesitation, Tanya pulled off her skirt and undid her top. Her tiny nipples protruded more than usual from her chest.

“Your panties too,” Marcus said.

“No! Please don’t make me…” she began sobbing.

“TAKE ‘EM THE FUCK OFF!!” he yelled immediately.

Tanya cried as she slid her little white princess panties down around her pristine, feminine ankles. She kept her smooth, slender legs as tight together as possible.

“Now, I’m only gonna tell you this once,” Marcus said in his normal, calm voice. “Lie down on the bed.”

Tanya submitted and got on the bed. She realized there was nothing she could do to stop what was going to happen. Marcus was completely dominating her. He pulled four pieces of white rope out of his pocket. He began tying one end to her left wrist and the other end to the closest bed leg.

Tanya began hyperventilating. She knew this was it. She would have absolutely no control over the situation from here on out. She was now a slave to the wild, insatiable desires of a large, sexually mature man. When Marcus finished, Tanya was not tied up, she was tied down. She could feel the tension of the rope, pulling her in four different directions.

Marcus slowly began undressing. First his wife-beater came off, showing his enormous, strong pectorals. Then his pants came off, revealing the legs of a true athlete. He was now only in his boxer shorts, from which a large bulge protruded. He slowly pulled his boxers down and suddenly, his HUGE member popped out and pointed at Tanya. She was so scared by the size of it that she felt like she peed all over the bed. What she learned later was that it was not pee at all, but natural lubrication coming in very large amounts from sexual arousal. His cock was at least eleven inches long and four inches in diameter.

Marcus got on top of Tanya and began teasing her soft, tender labia with his monstrously large penis. The moisture was practically dripping out of her tiny little twat.

“Please, Marcus,” she sobbed. “Don’t do this, I’m begging you.” Marcus grabbed her panties off of the floor. He rolled them into a little ball and stuck them into her mouth, tying it in place using her top.

“You can beg, cry, scream all you want,” Marcus said, very close to her innocent face. “Your momma said that you was interested in finding out what sex with a black man was like.”

Tanya shook her head, making muffled noises through her gag.

“Well, now you gonna find out, right now,”

It was at this moment that Tanya discovered the true meaning of pain.

With that, Marcus plunged his freakishly big, unyielding dick into her tiny, meek, quivering pussy.

She let out a very muffled, very long, high pitched scream. At first, his dick didn’t go in. It was so big that it couldn’t even penetrate her delicate, little hole. He grabbed her hips and continued to push. At this point, it was simply a matter of Tanya’s body giving because his penis wouldn’t. Tanya felt the most intense stinging she had ever felt, she bawled in pain, her face scrunched up and tears rolling down her eyes. She heard flesh being torn open between her legs as Marcus continued to rape her. Her precious hymen had been completely obliterated in a single thrust. She looked down and saw blood smeared down the sides of her legs. Marcus was still on his first thrust and was doing everything he could do to break into her. He had never had pussy this tight before. Tanya felt her hips spreading.

“Ohhh,” she let out a deep groan of pain. Not only was she feeling stinging, sharp pain, but really intense, dull pain too. The combination of the two, nearly made her vomit.

Marcus had almost half his member buried in her. He continued pushing, straining with all his strength, absolutely determined to wreck this sweet little girl. She felt as though all her internal organs were being pushed toward the top of her body. At the same time she was filled with a wonderful, tingly sensation. The more Marcus pushed, the stronger she felt it. She could feel herself approaching climax. And then, in a long grunt of absolute pleasure, her muscles tensed up and she had the most wonderful orgasm ever. Marcus could see that she was enjoying that.

“Oh you like that you little bitch? Well how about this?” he said. He began pounding her very fast and very hard. Even though he wasn’t going all the way insider her yet, he still had quite a bit in and was delivering unrelenting thrusts. Each one of these felt like a punch in the stomach to Tanya.

“OW! OWHA! OWW!” she yelled through her gag.

Marcus only went faster and harder when she did this. Tanya began to feel another climax on its way with each thrust. Her cries of pain eventually merged with cries of pleasure. Marcus was going so fast, it was a wonder they didn’t start a fire. Tanya could feel herself getting warmer down there. The peak was almost there. Marcus could feel her sleek, pure body begin to tense up, so, with every bit of strength he had left, he pushed himself as far as he would go into her. He was pulling down on her hips as he continued to push. She could feel her hips spreading again and the pain became more acute. Then, all at once, she felt a crack. Her hip bone had snapped in two pieces. She screamed at the top of her voice, loud, blood-curdling sobs as Marcus finally buried his entire penis inside her gorge. She felt his huge balls slap her in the anus as she tensed her whole body up, arching her back and practically lifting Marcus with her. He pushed a little deeper and then released every ounce of cum he had into her little body. She could feel her stomach filling with the warm and creamy fluid. There was so much being jammed into such a small space that it started squirting back out. Finally, Marcus relaxed inside her and gently lay on top of her.

Tanya was panting and shaking terribly, still sobbing. While inside her, he untied her wrists and sat her up, holding her to his chest, petting her beautiful air and telling her to calm down.

“Sh-sh-sh,” he said softly. “It’s okay. You did good. Not everyone can take cock like that…least of all ten-year-old girls.

Marcus left her legs tied up and she fell asleep in the nude. She was unable to walk anyways because of her broken hips. She woke up twice more that weekend to Marcus being on top of her, preparing to enter her again. Each time, it got a little easier, a little less painful, but she never looked forward to it.

When her parents came home Sunday night and found her gagged and tied up with blood all over the sheets and unable to walk, they immediately took her to the hospital. She was given seventeen stitches for her torn pussy and she had to be put in traction for her hips.

Later that week, after she finally had enough strength to open her eyes, she saw her father and mother, smiling at her.

“Hey, sweetie,” her mom said softly, rubbing her arm.

“Hi,” she said, barely audibly.

“How are you feeling?”

Tanya gave out a long sigh and said, “Broken.”

“Well, I sure hope you learned your lesson,” her father said.