Twenty-six year old Allison Thomas’s job for the last year and half has been the live in nanny for six-year-old Hailie Jade Mathers. Allison and Hailie mostly live in Detroit Michigan in a large mansion, as Hailie’s father Marshall Mathers tours the world being the famous rapper EMIN$M. Being the most famous rapper on the planet takes Marshall away from his little girl often, even though he wishes their lives could be different he knows that Allison is the closest thing to a real mother and the best thing to come into Hailie’s life. The first four years of Hailie’s life consisted of Marshall and her real mother Kim fighting, then divorce and battling over custody. Kim quietly stepped out of Hailie’s life after an illegal substance was found in her possession and a couple of dollars from Marshall.
Marshall has been home for about two weeks; making final corrections on his new album that Dre and him hope will be ready for release in about a month. After a long day of just hanging out with Hailie and Allison, trying to fit into their little click. Marshall totally exhaust, crashes in the family room in front of the large screen television and pops in Texas Chainsaw Massacre, one of his favorite horror movies. Allison tucks Hailie in for the night and goes to her room that connects with Hailie’s by going through the dressing room and bathroom.
Allison totally hyped by the days events of watching Marshall playing with Hailie at the park, and all the shopping, swimming and playing Barbie’s. Allison decides a long romantic movie should make her sleepy, as thoughts of Marshall playing Barbie’s with Hailie run through her head she makes her way to the family room laughing, but stops in the door way of the dimly lit room, when her eyes fall upon Marshall already there, stretched out on the large over stuff sofa, with his feet propped up on the coffee table in front of the sofa watching television.
“What’s up?” Marshall asks, as Allison walks over and sits down on the other end of the sofa.
“Not sleepy. Thought you where going out with the guys?” Allison comments, as she is making herself comfortable on the sofa as she looks over at him.
“Let them spend the day with a six year old and see how much energy they have.” Marshall matter of factly states, with a small laugh then turns his attention back to the television.
“Why do you watch this stuff?” Allison asks, as Marshall looks back over at her.
“None of your college child shit.” Marshall states with a laugh, as she smiles back with a not so amused look.
“This is true! I shouldn’t care if your mind melts away to mush from watching garbage.” Allison states sarcastically with a laugh, as she curls her legs up under herself, and playfully pushes on his arm.
“Have you ever seen this?” Marshall sarcastically asks, as he playfully pushes her back, causing her to fall over.
“No!” Allison states, as she goes ahead and stretches out on her side, with her feet next to Marshall.
“OH! I forgot YOU’RE the one with the college degree.” Marshall states, as Allison quickly sits up.
“We’re NOT going there! I can’t help that you’re tired! And obviously grouchy.” Allison states matter of factly, as she starts to stand up to leave, and Marshall grabs her wrist and pulls her back down on the sofa beside him.
“I’m NOT Grouchy! Give the movie a chance.” Marshall states, as he grabs the remote and hits rewind.
“OOOHH please! I don’t like horror movies.” Allison childishly whines, as she looks at him pathically, as she is laying her head playfully on his shoulder, as he hits the play button.
“Ten Minutes.” Allison states with a smile.
“You’ll watch the whole thing!” Marshall firmly states, as she glances up at him and he gives her an ornery grin.
“NO! You’re the one with a chainsaw fetish.” Allison jokily states, as she is sitting up, and he gives a NOT ME look, and they both laugh.
They both settle down as the movie starts. The first ten minutes of the movie isn’t that bad and catches Allison attention, as Marshall smugly sits and watches the movie, but glances over at her several times.
As the movie gets into the first two killing parts Allison grabs hold of his arm, and several times hides her face in his arm, as he smugly laughs; as the third killing music comes up, Allison practically jumps off the sofa, causing Marshall to jump.
“DAMN Girl! It’s only the music.” Marshall states with a laugh.
“The Stupid Fuckin’ Bitch is going the wrong way!” Allison aggravated states, as Marshall gets a very shocked look, from her choice of words.
“I’m telling Hailie!” Marshall playfully whispers, as she tightens her hold on his arm and pulls her legs up to her chest, as she continues to watch the scene of the girl running from the killer.
Marshall’s mind drifts to a rising problem, caused by the closeness of Allison’s warm body, and moves his arm from Allison’s hold and stretches it out behind her, as she gets a confused look.
“Circulation!” Marshall jokily says, and he lays his arm across the back of the sofa behind her.
“Sorry.” Allison says with an embarrassing smile, as she tries to reposition herself to put some distance between them.
Marshall quickly places his arm over her shoulders and pulls her back; as his eyes connects with hers, and a warm feeling rushes through them both.
They both quickly turn their attention back to the movie, and Marshall tightens his hold on her, forcing Allison to rest her head on his chest.
Allison can hear Marshall’s heart beating and smiles to herself as the beats pick up with the action on the screen, but quickly closes her eyes as she grabs hold of his t-shirt when the scene becomes bloody.
“I can’t watch anymore of this shit!” Allison states, as she starts to move to sit up.
“SSSHH.” Marshall whispers, as his left hand starts slightly running up and down her hand and arm that rests on his chest, as he tightens his hold on her with the other.
Allison’s breathing becomes uneven as tingles of pleasure rush through her from his touch, as thoughts of how dangerous the situation is getting runs through her mind.
Marshall slumps down more in the sofa as he brings his feet to the edge of the coffee table, causing Allison’s head to move to his stomach.
Allison closes her eyes and lets her mind go; with the pleasure from his hands roaming over her intensifies.
Marshall breathing becomes more labored as his right hand explores her hip and thigh through her thin cotton shorts and shirt, as his left hand takes her right hand lying over his lap and intertwines their fingers, and slightly squeezes.
Marshall starts hungrily kissing on her neck, as his hand slides over her ass and lightly squeezing before continuing to roam, causing soft moans to release from Allison.
“Mar . . . shall” Allison struggles to says, as she is slowly turning in his arms to face him.
“We . . . “ Allison struggles to say, as their eyes connect and he kisses her passionately as he is tightening his hold on her, as his mind battles with it’s self about what’s unfolding.
Allison passionately responds to his kiss, as her body is screaming yes and her mind fights to scream no, simultaneously his mind is yelling, “You can’t fuck Allison!”
“We . . . have . . . . . . to . . . .” Allison breathlessly whispers, as she slightly pulls away from him.
Marshall ignores her statement and the screaming in his head, and quickly repositions them on the sofa with her under him and attacks her mouth with raw desire and passion, as she struggles to regain her composure of herself and the situation.
Allison gives into the heat and lust that her body is craving and runs her hand sensually over his muscular back and shoulders, as Marshall kisses and sucks on her mouth and neck passionately, feeling the exigency of his now massive erection, Marshall lifts up and with precise skill removes their clothing.
Marshall positions himself between her legs on his knees and runs his hands over her now exposed breasts and slowly down her stomach admiring her perfectly shaped body, as Allison squirms beneath his hot touch.
Marshall wickedly smiles at her before he tauntingly runs his hot firm tongue over her right nipple then the left, then connecting their lips again in passion, as he positions himself at her entrances.
“W. . . a . it . . “ Allison moans into his mouth, as she tries to get her hands between them.
Marshall takes her wrists and pulls her arms above her head as he trails little kisses down her cheekbone to her neck, as she struggles to breath.
“We . . . need . . .pro “ Allison struggles to get out, as he sucks and bites on her bare shoulder and neck as he slowly pushes into her, as she gasps.
Marshall realizes what Allison is trying to say and slowly lifts up and sincerely looks deep into her blue eyes and smiles at her, as he release her arms, and she places them around his neck and returns the smile.
“Next time.” Marshall sincerely whispers into her ear, as he starts to kiss on her neck again as his cock slides deeper into her tight clit, and a wave of pleasure overcomes them both.
Marshall lets out a loud moan, as her tight clit wraps around his massive cock, as her hold on him tightens, as she begins to kiss and bite on his neck.
“Damn.” Marshall moans out loud, as he buries his head into her neck, as he slowly starts to move in and out of her.
Allison moans in pleasure as he slowly hits her spot and begins to pick up the pace, as her hands roam over his back and shoulders.
Trying to make the pleasurable moment last, Marshall painfully slows down the trusts and lifts up and looks into her eyes, and kisses her passionately and she readily returns the passion, as she wraps her arms around his waist and slowly runs one finger nail from his lower spine up his back, causing every muscles in his body shiver.
Marshall’s right hand moves slowly up and down her side as he looks deep into her eyes and can see something that his never seen before, and begins to thrust deeper and faster as the feeling of urgency over comes him, and she grabs hold of him.
Marshall thrusts become intense as her clit starts to twitch against his hard cock, and Allison’s moans become screams of passion, as they both climax together.
Marshall totally drained collapses fully onto her as they both fight to catch their breaths.
“Do you think Hailie heard us?” Allison asks in a concern tone, after several minutes of silence, as Marshall lifts up and looks down at her with a smile.
“Heard you.” Marshall states with a laugh, then starts kissing and biting on her neck.
They lay in silence for several more minutes, just letting their hands and lips roam freely before deciding to get up and get dressed; as they dress they awkwardly glance over at the other and smile.
“That . . . was . . .” Marshall starts to whispers, as he walks over to Allison and grabs her by the waist and pulls her to him, as he looks into her eyes.
“Nice.” Allison quickly says, finishing his sentence with a smile, as Marshall gets a confused look.
“Okay . . . Nice . . .” Marshall says as his voice trails off, as they continue to stare into each other’s eyes.
“I’m sleepy. I’m going to call it a night.” Allison softly whispers, after several minutes of silence, as she pulls away from him.
“Yeah . . . It’s late.” Marshall whispers, as that cold feeling that is all so familiar to him overcomes him again, as her touch leaves him.
“Good night.” Allison sincerely says with a smile, then turns to leave the room.
“Still Friends?” Marshall sincerely asks, as he continues to stand in the middle of the room.
“Friends . . . Good Night.” Allison says with a smile, then quietly turns and leaves the room.
“Good Night.” Marshall mumbles, as he flops down on the sofa.
“Just Friends . . . Not For Long . . . Lady!” Marshall states out loud to no one, as he stretches out on the sofa.
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