Mr. Potter ran his fingers up and down Andrea’s cheek. She stiffened instinctively. She was attracted to her new boss, yes, but she wasn’t sure she was ready for this kind of… thing.
“Mr. Potter,” she began, but he placed his finger against her lips, silencing her. His fingers stroked her cheek again as her other hand began to move from her shoulder down to the tops of her right breast. Andrea was confused. She was uncomfortable, yet she was also aroused. She had never done kinky things with men who were much older than she was. The thought excited her. She looked up at Mr. Potter. The man maybe old enough to be her father, but Mr. Potter was more good-looking than most of the guys she dated and knew.
Mr. Potter was so handsome, Andrea thought. She decided right then and there to do what it was her babysitting boss had in mind.
“I know you want to do this, Andrea,” Mr. Potter said in his low musical voice. “I can see it in your eyes. We’ve waited too long for this moment. Now that we’re here, give in.”
Andrea gave in.
She threw her arms around Mr. Potter’s neck, pulling him close. He responded soundlessly, but his arms snaked around Andrea’s waist. Now master and babysitter were pressed close together. They looked into each other’s eyes for a few moments before the calls of their flesh kicked in again. A second later, they were fumbling for each other’s clothes, stripping each other naked in a matter of mere minutes.
Mr. Potter wasted no minute cradling Andrea’s tits in his rough large hands. From the first time he had laid eyes on the babysitter, he had been longing to feel her nice round breasts in his hands. He had been sneakily looking for ways to brush and feel against them. He had succeeded for a few times, but Andrea seemed to have caught on and had avoided him like the plague since then. But that seemed to be behind them now, he observed. Andrea was in his arms, gloriously naked as the day she was born. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled the scent of her. She smelled so fresh and clean.
Andrea arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands. Mr. Potter’s hands began to move, and she moaned. His touch was gentle, yet his palms were coarse and rough. The contrasting sensations added to her arousal. She wanted her boss to never stop fondling and grabbing her.
“They’re all yours, Mr. Potter,” Andrea said in between moans.
Mr. Potter nodded satisfactorily. He bent down and suckled one sweet golden breast. The young taste of her skin flooded his mouth at once. He began to suckle greedily. Andrea pulled at his hair, but he felt more ecstasy than pain. His hands found her toned buttocks and held on there, squeezing firm flesh between his fingers.
His mouth went lower, more downward until it was barely an inch over her pussy. He clearly saw the light brown hairs covering her sex. He fingered some of the hairs before he touched the mound itself. He closed his eyes and inhaled the womanly scent. He flicked out his tongue and tasted a bit. Andrea gasped loudly. Her hips bucked, and the hands on Mr. Potter’s hair gripped even tighter.
“Mr. Potter, what are you doing?” she moaned out loud, even though she already knew what he intended to do.
“This, Andrea,” Mr. Potter answered. “This.”
His tongue found its way inside Andrea’s soaking pussy. The babysitter gave several cries of ecstasy that echoed loudly all over the huge living room. Encouraged by her moans and groans, Mr. Potter moved his tongue in and out of her cunt even faster, slithering his tongue in, pushing it in as much as he could. He could taste her now: the soft, delicate meat of her pussy, the exotic, slippery feel of her body fluids, and the round gentle curves of her swollen pink lips. He sucked on one, and she cried out even louder. He sucked harder, almost to the point of pain before he withdrew his mouth and clamped them over the entire outside part of her organ.
Andrea was delirious with lust, ecstasy, and pleasure. She was going to come any minute now, she was sure of it. The delicious intensity was shooting from every point of her body, coursing through her. She sneaked a look at Mr. Potter. He was bent over her cunt, which was in his mouth. He looked very serious in his goal to drive her wild with pleasure. She got one of his hands and placed it over one of her breasts. His hand fondled her tit. She held his hand in place with her own.
Mr. Potter was sucking on Andrea’s clit now. She wrapped her legs partially around his neck, bringing her pussy even closer to his face and mouth. He answered by sucking harder and at the same time inserting a finger inside her cunt. The intensity shot up a hundred levels more. This time she was positive she was going to come.
Andrea opened her mouth to tell Mr. Potter she was about to orgasm, but her orgasm beat her to it. She came right into his mouth, which was still wrapped over her jewel. She shrieked in ecstasy as her juices gushed from her cunt and right into Mr. Potter’s waiting mouth. His eyes flew open in surprise as he felt her come flow into his mouth, but he composed himself in a minute and caught her juices eagerly, almost hungrily. His finger inside Andrea’s pussy never stopped moving, causing her to come again and again.
Her knees gave away, and she collapsed on the floor. Mr. Potter, his mouth smeared with Andrea’s juices, caught her. He held her in his arms as he planted his juice-filled mouth over hers. She tasted herself in the torrid kiss. She welcomed her taste with open arms.
Mr. Potter broke their kiss. He smiled.
“We’re just getting started, Andrea,” he said.
Andrea was delighted.
Their next encounter happened only three days after the first. Prior to their second meeting, Andrea found herself unable to concentrate on anything else, let alone eat and sleep. She was consumed by the sexual adventure that had taken place between her and Mr. Potter. She couldn’t believe something as exciting as that had happened to her. She, Andrea, who spent most of her life being a nobody. She couldn’t understand how a man as drop-dead handsome as Mr. Potter could have the hots for her. Oh, well, it didn’t matter now. Mr. Potter wanted her, desired her. He told her so himself as he dropped her off at home after their first exploit. She had spent most of her waking minute trying to analyze and find meaning in his words, but it was futile. She gave up and went on replaying the hot, fantastic scenes in her head instead.
Before their second-and far from being the last-meeting, Andrea had spent those three nights tossing and turning in her bed. She was unable to fall asleep. Mr. Potter had made his mark on her. Thinking of his touch burned her completely. She would twist and writhe on her bed, making a mess of her sheets. She had felt hot and discontented for three nights in a row now. She was lusting for her babysitting boss. The thought of having to end their escapade frightened her, but she knew it wasn’t happening anytime. She would make sure of it. Heck, Mr. Potter would make sure of it.
She had slipped a hand inside her pajama bottoms and right inside her cotton panties. Her fingers touched something slick and sticky, confirming something she had suspected all along ever since she had woken up that morning. She scolded herself for being a slut, but so what? She had been very wet the whole day. How could she not be when the thought of Mr. Potter kissing and touching her was imprinted in her mind every waking second? Thank goodness her mom was out of the house and not badgering her too much. She loved her mother, of course, but her mother could be a bit too chatty sometimes.
Andrea was in no mood to talk. She would rather lock herself up in her room and conjure more romantic and sexual images involving herself and Mr. Potter. She was aware she was being childish for such things, but she no longer cared. It had been so long since she had last done the deed. The sudden turn of events awakened the sleeping dragon of lust inside her and reminded her of the lovely pleasures of the flesh she had immensely enjoyed those past years. She was a “nobody” who had her small share of boyfriends. She knew it sounded slutty, but she couldn’t get enough of sex. And now there was Mr. Potter, ready and willing to respond to her sexual whims, and she to his.
For three nights in a row, Andrea played with herself. She waited until she was a 100 percent sure her mother was snoring the night away. Her mother was a very heavy sleeper, and Andrea wanted to make, well, noises while she did her thing down there. The silence wouldn’t do, but moaning and groaning would add to the imagination that Mr. Potter was right there with her, beside her, touching every inch of her body, and making wild, frenzied sex with her.
Things would kick off as soon as Andrea’s hand was inside her panties. She would finger the folds of her pussy very gently. She wanted to start things slowly. It wouldn’t do at all to rush with her sexual fantasies concerning Mr. Potter simply because she didn’t want things to come to an end so soon. She wanted to relish the feel and touch of Mr. Potter against her skin. Even if it was just in her thoughts, the idea was enough for her. Besides, she will be seeing him again every couple of days. She didn’t have to wait that long; hence, her mental pictures were good enough.
The feel of her fingers against her labia turned Andrea on. She imagined her fingers were Mr. Potter’s. They began to move faster, and her breath quickened. Mr. Potter’s fingers were eager to explore every inch, every hole of her cunt. She would let him, of course. She shifted and spread her legs wider. There. Now Mr. Potter had better access to her down there. She leaned back on her pillows and let her imagination take control of her.
In Andrea’s head, Mr. Potter was right beside her, in her bed. She opened her eyes and gasped in pleasant surprise when she saw her babysitting boss in the flesh.
“Mr. Potter, what are you doing here?” she whispered. She glanced around her bedroom. “We have to keep our voices low. Mom’s asleep, but she might wake up. No knowing what she’d do if she catches us in here.” She giggled nervously.
Mr. Potter smiled and nodded to show her he understood. He was wearing dark denims and nothing else that Andrea could see. He had no shirt on. His chest was solid and hard as a rock. He didn’t have a strand of hair in his chest, but his skin was shiny with something. Sweat, she supposed. But the idea didn’t warm up to her as he looked freshly showered. There wasn’t an inch of exertion showing anywhere in his face.
Well, you are imagining things, Andrea, a voice inside her head spoke up. Get right on with it. These things are in your head, not in real life. Nothing has to make sense here. You can do whatever you want, you and Mr. Potter both. Now quit being too analytical. Go!
Andrea did just that.
She saw Mr. Potter was barefoot. She frowned. He must be cold then.
“Are you cold?” she asked him softly. Her hand was still down there, fiddling with the soft lips of her organ. But she wasn’t ashamed. What she was doing was pretty much obvious, anyway. Besides, it was Mr. Potter she was dealing with.
“Yes, Andrea, I’m cold,” Mr. Potter answered. He inched closer to her until their faces were very close. “That was why I came here, see. I wanted to find out if you could give me some… warmth.”
She was overwhelmed. “Oh, Mr. Potter, you poor thing,” she said. She removed her hand from her pussy, and saw her hand was sticky and shiny with a clear whitish substance. Had she come then? She wasn’t sure, but Mr. Potter was here now. She would come the night away then.
Andrea held out her arms, inviting her babysitting boss to slide right into them. Mr. Potter did just that. With Mr. Potter in her arms, Andrea sank back and slid down her pillows until she was lying down right on the bed, with Mr. Potter right on top of her. Now things were looking up. She stared deep into his eyes. “I’ve missed you,” she whispered. Her fingers ran lightly up and down his bare back, tickling him. He smiled at the sensations her fingers made but didn’t say anything. Instead, he moved in to kiss her fully on the lips.
She was taken aback, but not for long. She was quickly absorbed by the full feel of Mr. Potter’s lips on hers, and she liked it. No, she loved it. She parted her lips slightly, letting him know she was inviting him to taste her mouth even further, that he could slip his tongue inside her mouth anytime he wished to do so.
But Mr. Potter didn’t do anything of that sort. He nibbled and lightly sucked on both her upper and lower lip. He was tasting her, Andrea supposed. Well, she wanted to taste him to. With her fingers still running up and down his back, she slid her tongue inside his mouth and flicked it here and there. She discovered he tasted like coffee and cigarettes. His taste was very manly, and that added to her already elevated levels of libido. She moved beneath him until her legs were free, and she wrapped them around his waist. In that position, she felt something hard and solid between his legs. She knew right away it was his cock. Andrea felt like laughing. They haven’t even done anything yet, but Mr. Potter was acting as if they’ve already screwed each other more than five times tonight!
Then his tongue met hers, and she almost gasped in surprise. His tongue was smooth and moved expertly, like it had a purpose and knew what it wanted. She parted her lips even more, and his tongue ran all over the inside of her mouth, leaving no part untouched. Something gushed from her down there. She was very aroused now. In her mind’s eye, she could see the growing spot right between the crotch of her panties. The stuff was sticky but fresh, and Mr. Potter was licking the juice right off her panties then right off her swollen pussy.
She moaned too loudly. Realizing her mistake, she stopped kissing him and kept an ear out for any movement from her mother’s bedroom. She heard a snore in response, and she relaxed. Her mother was very sound asleep, it seemed. Time to resume her action with Mr. Potter.
He kissed her deeply again. His hand slid inside her pajama top and settled on her flat stomach. His hand felt warm against her flesh, and something gushed from her pussy again. Andrea arched her back. She wanted his hand to move up and higher, right into her breasts. Her twins were begging to be touched and caressed. Plus her sleeping nipples were waking up now. She wasn’t wearing any bra beneath her pajama top. She realized with regret she shouldn’t have worn any panties too.
Mr. Potter slid his hand up her chest and grabbed one of Andrea’s tits. She moaned softly. It felt so good. His touch always felt incredible. She saw he was looking down at her with a smile she couldn’t quite read.
“Is this what you want, Andrea?” he asked in a low voice. His thumb flicked over her sensitive nipple, and she had to suppress a gasp. His thumb moved again, firmer and faster this time. Her nipples now stood up, nubs as erect as soldiers. Mr. Potter kept flicking them with his thumbs. His other hand was on her other breast now. His hands began to move. He groped and fondled Andrea’s tits eagerly, like a child exploring a new toy. Andrea arched her back even more, encouraging him to grab as much breast meat as he liked, which he eventually did but not before he almost ripped her pajama top open. Now she was naked from the waist up beneath him.
Mr. Potter looked down at her bare torso. He removed his hands from her breasts and just stared at her.
“You’re lovely, Andrea,” he murmured, stroking her shoulder as he spoke.
“I’m yours, Mr. Potter,” she answered. “I’m yours. I’m your fuck toy. Play with your fuck toy now.”
Her words seemed to set off some hidden alarm in him. Mr. Potter attacked her. Andrea squealed as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. God, for a man so trim, he was extremely powerful! He buried his face on her breast, sucking and pulling frantically at her tits. She kept her mouth clamped shut, giving off small moans every now and then. Much as she wanted to, she couldn’t cry out loud, not if she wanted to wake her mother up.
So she squirmed and wiggled as he had her way with her twins. The wet sensation between her thighs was growing now. She suspected her thighs were already wet with some of her juices, but there was no way of knowing that, was there? She wanted him to be over with her chest already and get down on her right there. She let him know her sentiments by raising her hips as well and pushing and rubbing against his crotch. She felt the solid bulge beneath his jeans during every rub. It excited her. She imagined what it would feel like to have his cock inside her. It looked like she didn’t have to wait too long to find out, anyway.
Mr. Potter got the message of Andrea’s rubbing and bucking. He stopped sucking on her nipple and looked up at her.
“Mr. Potter, I want you down there,” Andrea said, and bit her lower lip. She didn’t know how he would react to her request.
Mr. Potter removed one hand from her wrists and ran a finger down his cheek. “A bit impatient, aren’t we?” he asked in a low tone. “Mr. Potter, I’m so wet,” Andrea confessed in a whisper.
Mr. Potter chuckled at her direct confession. “That is why I like you, Andrea,” he said, and gave her a peck on the cheek before he removed his hand from her wrists, freeing her. She lowered her arms right away, moving them here and there as his hands found the waistband of her pajama bottoms and lowered it down her legs.
His eyes widened as they came upon her soaked cotton panties. She saw his reaction and blushed slightly. She was embarrassed to be caught like this, but she was also proud because it showed how much she wanted him. She was now clad in only her panties. He was still in his jeans, but he must’ve read her thoughts because he slid them down a few moments later.
Andrea saw Mr. Potter was wearing nothing underneath his jeans. She gave off a choked cry, her voice thick with desire. He heard her and looked at her. He was completely naked now. She still had her panties on, but she might as well be naked now.
“I had no idea you were so wet,” Mr. Potter said.
“Only for you, Mr. Potter,” Andrea said shyly.
Mr. Potter climbed on top of her and kissed her passionately on the lips. She responded with the same passion and threw her arms around his neck. She felt his dick grow harder and longer through the soaked cloth of her panties. His tongue penetrated her mouth, and she let it. She wrapped his tongue with her lips and sucked on it softly. He groaned and began to fondle her breasts.
They were in a sitting position. Again Andrea encircled her legs around Mr. Potter’s trim waist. He grabbed her on the buttocks and pulled her closer to him. His hands clawed madly at her remaining underwear, digging deep beneath it until they were inside the thin cloth. He grabbed a handful of her bottom and squeezed hard. She made a low sound. He grabbed another handful and squeezed harder. She moaned again and shut her eyes.
Mr. Potter’s hands made their way from her buttocks to her dripping pussy. For Andrea, the amount of fluid she was excreting was crazy. Was she really that turned on? Yes, yes, she was. As soon as his fingers touched the tender folds of her labia, she let go of her inhibitions and cried out loud. She no longer gave a shit if her mother walked in and happened to find her and Mr. Potter getting down and dirty. This was her imagination, anyway, her world. In Andrea’s world, her mother wouldn’t get up and interrupt her fantastic mental lovemaking with the world’s best babysitting boss. No, sir, it just won’t happen.
She gave another loud cry as Mr. Potter’s fingers slipped inside her crack. Two or three fingers, she wasn’t sure. She was too lubricated to feel even a bare hint of friction right inside her cunt. No, his fingers inside her weren’t enough. She wanted something solid, something hard, something that can cause her to scream out loud with crazy pleasure.
Andrea wanted Mr. Potter’s cock inside her dripping-wet pussy.
She lay back on her bed and placed her ankles on his shoulders. He got the hint right away. He lowered his head until it was over her pussy. She wound her fingers around her hair and gave him the gentlest of tugs. She wanted him right now. The feeling was urgent, and she wanted to let him know she could no longer wait.
The feel of Mr. Potter’s tongue inside her cunt was heaven to Andrea. She couldn’t stop from moaning as he thrust his tongue inside her slit again and again. His tongue was darting in and out of her like a snake’s. She bent her knees and opened her legs wider to give him better access to her organ. His face was positively buried in her vagina now. His hands made their way to her buttocks, where they squeezed endlessly.
Mr. Potter lightly ran his tongue over her engorged clitoris. The sensation was incredible, and it left Andrea reeling. She gasped out loud, and her fingers wound tighter on Mr. Potter’s hair. She tugged, and again he licked her clit. She shivered. She was at the mercy of her sensations now. She had no idea how to make them stop, not that she wanted to, of course.
Mr. Potter licked and sucked on her pussy again and again. Andrea kept moaning and gushing forth fluids from her most private cave. Her juices weren’t leaking down her thighs, though, because he was licking them off at every chance he got. Every lick caused her to shudder. She was going to come soon now, she was certain.
Now he rose up on all fours. She looked at him in awe. His face was covered with her body fluids. Yet he didn’t appear to mind. In fact, he appeared to like it. He buried his face on her breasts this time, rubbing off the sticky substance from his face to her tits. Once most of the substance was on her chest, he leaned down and licked them right off. Then he planted his lips on hers again. She was amazed. She tasted herself in his mouth, and again, she was incredibly turned on.
Mr. Potter abruptly broke their kiss. Still on all fours, he adjusted his position over her until their hips were almost level. This was the moment she had been yearning for, Andrea realized. Mr. Potter was going to get his grand cock inside her now. She opened her legs, and upon seeing the welcome signal, Mr. Potter plunged right in.
Andrea felt like she was being ripped apart. She was still very wet, but because Mr. Potter was so huge, she felt every inch of him. He slid out of her wet organ, only to thrust back inside her again. She screamed again. The pain was incredible! But the ripping sensation was appealing in an odd sort of way. He kept pounding right into her, and she found the pain was slowly being replaced by pleasure. Now she was starting to like it.
Andrea moved her hips in time with Mr. Potter’s thrusts. The bedsprings squeaked. The smell of sweat and come filled the air. Everything was silent save for the creaking bed and their quick, harsh breathing. She, for her part, was relieved. Mr. Potter had finally taken her. Of course they weren’t going to end up together, but that was the least of her concern now. She had given herself to Mr. Potter, and he had received her eagerly, giving her a part of him in return as well. As he pounded away on top of her, Andrea gazed lovingly at her babysitting boss’s profile. He was just so lovely to look at. She felt lucky at getting to snag a man like him in bed.
“You’re lovely, Mr. Potter,” Andrea said. Her shivers were coming at more regular intervals now. The pleasure she was feeling was building and intensifying. Another minute or two, and she was going to literally cream her bed.
Mr. Potter answered her by sliding his penis out from Andrea’s pussy and thrusting it into her mouth instead. She was taken by surprise, she almost forgot to breathe. Again she tasted her own fluids, from Mr. Potter’s dick, inside her mouth. She opened her mouth wider to take in as much of him as possible. When she was comfortable with how much flesh she was holding in her mouth, she settled into a more comfortable position and began to suck on his cock tenderly, with one hand holding his enormous penis steady while the other played with her own clitoris down there.
With his organ right inside Andrea’s mouth, Mr. Potter bounced up and down. Andrea wanted to take in some more of his rod inside her mouth, but she was inexperienced in that area, and she didn’t want to make a fool of herself. Not now, not at this heavy moment when they were almost to the point of climaxing, and maybe even together. Not that it mattered, but Andrea had always been a sucker for romantic stories. She knew she was being silly, thinking of romance when she sucking on her boss’s cock, for Pete’s sake. But that was-
A shrill honking sound broke through Andrea’s thoughts, and she started. For a moment, she didn’t know where she was, what she was doing. She looked around and saw she was on the Potters’ porch, sitting and waiting for Mr. Potter to arrive from work. She was supposed to be babysitting, really, but he cancelled thirty minutes before the usual schedule. She was initially disappointed, but he told her to still proceed to their house anyway. As she left her own house, Andrea knew right then and there Mr. Potter had something up his sleeve than just babysitting. Her pace quickened, and she had to stop herself from flying all the way to the Potters.
Now the moment had arrived. Andrea was there, Mr. Potter was home, and they were all alone. She suddenly remembered what she had been thinking while waiting for him to arrive. Her face burned as she realized she was thinking of them having sex right in her bedroom, with Mr. Potter sneaking in through her bedroom window and ravaging her while her mom slept and snored through the whole thing in the next bedroom. Unbelievable. She looked up and saw Mr. Potter was getting out of his car. She stood up to greet him, and she felt something very wet and sticky in her panties.
Andrea was dismayed. This was just like her in her daydream, but she was wearing shorts now in the real life instead of the pajama bottoms in her fantasy. Still, she didn’t like being soiled before their whole escapade even started. Mr. Potter would definitely approve of her being so wet before they even got any action done, but Andrea didn’t want him to think she was being too easy.
Yeah, right, Andrea thought.
Mr. Potter was now coming up the steps. In his white shirt and-surprise, surprise! — denim jeans, he looked young, fresh, and stunning. Just looking at the man was enough for Andrea to come right into her panties. But that didn’t happen, of course. She smiled up at Mr. Potter instead.
“Hi, Mr. Potter,” she said in a controlled voice, trying not to sound too perky or eager.
“Hey,” Mr. Potter answered back, and gave her a lopsided grin that almost had her shedding her clothes right there on the porch. He turned to the front door, unlocked it, and swung it open. He turned to her and tilted his head, telling her to get right inside.
Andrea nodded and stepped inside the Potters’ house. Mr. Potter shut the door behind her. The second the click! sounded, he pushed Andrea against the wall, pinned her hands above her head, and kissed her hungrily on the lips.
She responded with the same hungry passion.
And, of course, Andrea was delighted.
Green, Vallen
Babysitters Erotica Collection: Over 100,000 Words of 20 Hot Sex S tories
Sweet Anna Marie
Anna Marie is your ideal babysitter. The kids like her, she likes kids, and she has the patience to carry on the job. In fact, she enjoys babysitting so much that it shows. Many parents that have been her bosses in the past will never forget her impeccable service and the way she took care of kids. Aside from babysitting, Anna Marie is a young geek programmer. She’s the silent techie one and knows how to go around gadgets and stuff. She may be the young woman in pastel coloured cashmere sweaters and skinny jeans and red sneakers. However, when it comes to computers and wirings, she’s like a man-pro.
On the outside, parents would easily think that her love for kids is Anna Marie’s main driving force. What they do not know is that behind the charming smiles of this lady is a dangerous fetish. She’s a closet pervert. No, she does not prey on the fathers of her subjects. She also is not interested with the moms or any other members of the family. She gets her kick by prying on the sex lives of her bosses.
This fetish started when she worked as a babysitter for Mr. and Mrs. Edmonds. She happened to be at there house on a Sunday morning. While she was at the kitchen to get some diet Coke, she heard strange noises coming from the guest room a few steps away. She opened the door and saw Mr. Edmonds taking Mrs. Edmonds from behind. Anna Marie was still a virgin then and the whole thing came as a shock to her. Looking through a crack on the door, she had never felt so aroused in her whole life. She stood there, her glasses making her unable to see more closely. She saw Mr. Edmonds hands massage his wife’s tits and move in and out of her. It was like a hardcore porn movie. That evening when she got home, she stepped into the bath and soaked. As soon as she was dried and lying on her bed, she touched herself for the very first time. It was an incredible awakening for her. She lay in bed wearing only her chemise and started fondling her breasts. She propped her head on her pillows and turned off the lights so that her room was pitch dark.
Her hand started slowly, rubbing over the fullness of her breasts in gentle circular motions. The tip of he fingers lightly teased her nipples. The straps of her chemise slid down her arms, her hands more eager now. She moaned as she felt herself getting warm. She thought about Mr. Edmond’s cock as it entered Cara’s pussy, her breasts jiggling with his every thrust. She sighed as she felt her body respond. Her friend Michaela was right. Touching yourself can be totally blissful.
She reached on her bedside table and grabbed a tin of rose salve. She rubbed some salve on her breasts and started kneading them more intensely. She sighed as she felt all heated up, wanting more. Her hands caressed her neck and face. Anna Marie loved the smell of roses and the smell of the salve got to her nerves. Raising the hem of her nightdress, she started rubbing her thighs, the salve going smoothly on her skin. She put a pillow under her butt and took a deep breath. She lightly caressed her kitty lips, allowing herself to build up the sensations. Spreading her legs, she rubbed herself to frenzy, still not getting enough. She put rolled down her skirt dress again and this time rubbed herself vigorously through the fabric. Oh, that was really good. The friction made her go really crazy and rubbed herself again, feeling her self secreting something hot and slick. The sudden gush of fluids took her by surprise. For the first time in her life, she felt like a woman.
With the way she was rubbing herself, she feels hornier by the second. Her other hand dug on the mattress while her toes cramped in anticipation. She felt as though her pussy has suddenly had a life of its own, pushing her beyond common sense and making her want to do things she has never done before. She removed her nightdress and tossed it on the floor. She spread her legs wide and pinched her clit lightly with the tips of her fingers.
Her hand became wet with her own juices. Wanting to know what she tastes like, she licked her fingers. Maybe because of her own musky smell, she became even more heated up. She inserted her forefinger and gasped as she hurt a bit. She tried again, slowly and gently this time and held her breath as she found out how tight she is. She moved her finger again and again, until she was moaning and panting. She imagined having a real dick inside her and she shivered. She inserted another finger inside her mound and arched her back. She was almost breathless now. Moving her fingers in and out of her, she imagined being fucked for real. Her fingers went really crazy, all the more rubbing her g-spot. In seconds, she was spiralling and moaning. It was her first true climax.
There have been a series of “watching” after that. Some performances were poor, others mediocre, and others really spectacular. One of the most unforgettable ones happened at her current employers’ home. Anna Marie started working for the Boors a few months ago. Mr. Boor was a thirty-ish man who is a bit shy while Mrs. Boor-Catherine is rather flamboyant and quite loud. The two make a really good pair. In fact, watching their steamy sessions are some of Anna Marie’s favourite past times. It is very safe to say that the couple do enjoy their sex life-so much.
It was a few days ago that Anna Marie installed a bug in the master’s bedroom. Lani, her subject, was asleep then and Mr. Boor asked for her. Mrs. Boor was scheduled to be away for a few days and the fact that they’d be alone in the room both excited and terrified her. When she arrived there, Mr. Boor was in the shower. Holding a micro camera in her hand, she placed it strategically on the tapestry facing the bed. Camouflaged by the rich colours of the tapestry, it definitely goes unnoticed.
When Mr. Boor came out, he was only wearing a bath towel wrapped around his waist and my jaw dropped. He could pass as someone who is just 25. He’s all lean and has superb olive skin. Oh if only…
If only what? I thought. If only he’s not married? If only he isn’t my boss? If only I’m his type? All these thoughts were on her head when she asked, “Errr, is there something wrong Mr. Boor.”
He looked at her for a moment. Well, actually he also caught her looking at him at him for a moment. “No. Nothing. Close the door.”
She obliged and closed the door. Then he added. “Make sure it’s locked.”
That last bit of order made Anna Marie swallow really hard. It is weird yes, but her panties started to get soaked from…from…her own juices. What the hell is going on? Boldly, he approached Mr. Boor and tugged at the towel hiding his goods.
“You’re a naughty girl Anna Marie. What do you want?”
“Fuck me, Mr. Boor. I want you to fuck me.”
He chuckled then. “I don’t want to.”
All sense came back to her then. She was suddenly embarrassed. “I see. I’m so sorry. It’s just that seeing you covered with nothing but a towel took all my common sense away.”
His entire expression changed and he smiled at me. Taking my hand, he led it between his legs and for the first time in so many years, he held a real cock in her hand. It was still slightly limp when she touched it but in seconds, it came to life and hardened right before her very eyes. She was literally in awe. She squeezed him gently and made a fist while holding him and moved her hand back and forth. Mr. Boor groaned in response. That instant, a surge of power came over Anna Marie. It was like while he was rubbing him, Anna Marie was the centre of his world. It was amazing.
Now it was Mr. Boor’s turn to be enthralled as he fumbled with Anna Marie’s clothing. His hands were big yet rough but gentle. It actually turned her on. He touched the delicate skin of her neck and ran his hands all over her buttocks which were made more prominent by the white leggings she was wearing. He butt was soft and cushy. Mr. Boor cannot get enough of it. She was wearing a striped man shirt and since Mr. Boor does not have the patience to undo the buttons, he just slid his hand from under.
And oh, the contact. Once his hand found her tummy, she sighed with pleasure. The intensity was doubled as his hand found her bra. He slid a finger and rubbed her fullness, with the garter acting as a barrier. Oh, but it felt so good. He was able to unhook his bra in a snap. He cupped her breasts and she moaned in response. His fingers pinched her hard nipples and she moaned even louder, the sounds echoing in the entire room.
It was finally happening, she thought. He led her to the bed and sat her on his lap. He looked at her for a few seconds and started kissing her. His mouth was wild on hers, demanding and fierce. She responded, feeling heady from his scent-which is a combo of soap and hot male. Anna Marie wrapped her arms around him and allowed him all the liberties. Her thin leggings were so flimsy to buffer any sensations brought about by her contact with his bare and hard cock. She rocked against his hardness and his tongue took a deep plunge inside her mouth. It was the most amazing thing ever. Their tongues mating like there was no tomorrow and the fact that their mouths are exploring each other’s is such a huge turn on. He was able to remove her shirt all the while kissing her. Naked from her waist up, he was able to see her breasts which have now perked up from so much attention.
“You’re beautiful.” He breathed as he held her tits. They feel so full now that they are in his hands. “Play with them, Mr. Boor.” He gave her a squeeze and she arched her back. “Taste them, baby.” She cooed. Calling him baby did it for them both. He put his mouth on her breasts and suckled. She messed with his hair as he did so, loving the light suckling noises he was making.
He made her stand and he gently rubbed her waist and held her butt. He massaged her ass provocatively now and made her spread her legs. Anna Marie felt slightly conscious about the fact that she’s wet so she only gave him about a couple of inches. “What’s wrong, baby?” He asked.
“I’m so wet, Mr. Boor.” She couldn’t look at him so she looked at the floor instead.
“Really? Will you let me lick off your juice? Will you let my tongue in?”
Oh, how she wanted that-to let him have a taste. But no other man has done that to her before. Despite herself, she looked at him and nodded. “Yes.”
He kissed her again and again, nibbling her lips while letting his hand brush the front of her leggings. There is something sensually raw about the babysitter which he finds really provocative. Rubbing her knuckles between her legs, he made her moan sweetly and grab his shoulders for support. He nibbled on her earlobes as he slowly pulled down her leggings. Her hold on his shoulders tightened at first. “Sssshhhh. It’s alright. I want to see all of you.” With that, her resistance seem to slowly dissipate and he allowed him to do what he wants.
His hand felt warm and it tickled every inch of skin that gets exposed. He left her T-back on, rubbing the front of it over and over. It was already damp and musky smelling. The aroma tickled his nostrils. He pushed her near his nose and inhaled her womanly scent-that warm, nutty, musky scent of an aroused woman. He pushed his nose between her legs and rubbed her knob of pleasure. She moaned at that and gripped his head.
Then very lightly, he used the tip of his tongue to torture her, to bring more ecstasy to her being. His tongue was flicking really slowly, her wetness mingling with his own saliva. God she tastes amazing.
The sensations travelling through her body and centred on her mound is just beyond words. Mr. Boor was licking her through her panties-wet panties at that! She felt like melting and moaning. She was delirious with pleasure. “Oh, take it off. Please Mr. Boor…”
He heard the desperation in her voice and so he pulled her panties down and tossed them on the floor. He heard her gasp as he lightly kissed her cunt, motioning him to do more. Her pussy was practically hairless, so you can see her goodness without any barrier. He spread her kitty lips wide and blew some warm air, making her clit tingle. He started very, very slowly using the tip of his tongue to tease her flesh. She was so wet and slick, making him want to eat her like ice cream. This he did and Anna Marie tossed her head. Plenty of ooohs and aaaahs escaped her lips as his tongued flicked her tender flesh. She was throbbing and wanting and melting all at the same time. “Do you like that?”
She responded by pushing him deeply between her legs. His tongue was going frantic now, making Anna Marie secret even more juices. He fingered her with his big thumb and she trembled as it rubbed her G-spot really good. “Oh, baby, don’t stop. I like that.”
Mr. Boor had never made love to a woman as passionate as his babysitter. This aroused him even more, so did all the wonderful sounds that come from her. He ate her more boldly now, his tongue making her pussy really wet and shiny.
Her pussy quivered from all the licking and kissing and soon, she was moving her hips uncontrollably against his face, wanting to prolong their contact. He led her to the bed and she sprawled in the middle invitingly, her legs spread in a wide V. He lay beside her and fondled her breasts, liking how soft and cushy they feel, liking the way her nipples turned into buds when aroused. He licked one breast and massaged the other one. His mouth found her succulent lips again, and he nibbled on them, making them red and swollen.
His cock is rock hard now and glistening. Anna Marie played with it, whispering incoherent sounds to her male boss. He stroked her thighs, rubbing gently her creamy skin and she moaned even more. She gripped his cock, blindly leading it to her entrance. He took the hint and inserted a finger inside her. She really was so tight and wet, making him feel more aroused. Her hair was all over her face as she moved to meet the thrusts of his finger. She gripped her arm, her hips moving up, pressing her cunt to his hand. “You like that?”
She nodded and moaned and spread her legs even wider. None of her fantasies ever compared to this. Anna Marie was being fondled by her boss on the very bed he shared with his wife. Nothing could have aroused her more. He inserted another long fat finger and again, her hips bucked as the intensity of the friction increased.
He manipulated her mound with fingers, making her more responsive. From time to time, he runs his tongue on his clit and she moans even louder. His fingers were soaking wet when he pulled the. He licked each one clean.
Mr. Boor held his huge cock and used it to rub Anna Marie’s clit. The head of his cock was covered with slick clear fluids which rubbed on her flesh like heaven. The silky fluids are a lot now and it is fairly easy for his cock to glide. He probed her entrance and felt for her vagina. She was beyond control now, pushing herself to his rod. “Take me, Mr. Boor. Take me.”
He pushed his hardness inside her, rubbing it against her intimate folds. Anna Marie dug her nails on his back and whispered sweet moans in his ear. She gasped as a tearing pain ripped inside her. The pain quickly subsided and replaced by wild wicked pleasure.
He was so thick and he filled her wonderfully. Mr. Boor closed his eyes to luxuriate further in her tightness. He pulled in and out of her and she arched her body in response. His rod rubbed her in all the right places and he hardened even more while inside her.
Mr. Boor pulled his cock almost completely then plunged deep inside her, without pause. He moved seductively inside her loving how tight she is. His butt rise and fell again and again. Without warning, he licked her neck, filling her skin with saliva. They kissed again, their breaths and moans mingling with each other. His hand grasped her breasts and moulded them with his hands. It was all too much for her but she’s not ready to stop just yet.
Mr. Boor fucked her without restraint, and for the first time, she was able to experience how it’s like to be loved by a man. Her hips were like a love machine, wanting to be taken by this very fierce man. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” With that, Mr. Boor exploded inside her. That was just amazing. Seconds after, her own orgasm came full blast, melting away every sense she has.
He kissed her as she came and soothed her back. They collapsed on each other’s arms, both of them breathless.
When she slept that night, she had vivid dreams of what took place a few hours ago. She thought about Mr. Boor’s sweet thrusting and she almost moaned as she remembered all the sensations. She woke up feeling like a new person entirely.
While Anna Marie thought this would be just a one time thing between then, Mr. Boor actually wanted her more than that. When Mrs. Boor returned and Anna Marie was able to go back home, she spied on them. The micro camera she set up has the perfect angle, making her have a good view of what’s going on in their bedroom.
July 16
Mrs. Boor came from the bathroom wearing nothing but a flimsy night gown. She hopped on the bed, where her husband was and the scene began. The straps of her gown fell nicely on her shoulders and Mr. Boor kissed her arms. They met, their lips hungry for each other, Mrs. Boors tongue licking her husband’s body over and over.
He caught her breasts and made them jiggle with his hands. He ran his fingers on her collarbone as he massaged her tits. He took the nasty clothing off and devoured her, his hands on her butt. His cock rose to life as she pushed herself against him. He sat her astride his lap and fucked her that way, her legs wrapped all over his waist. He pushed himself inside her and she moaned sweetly, grabbing his shoulders while moving her hips at the same time. Mrs. Boor’s moans filled the entire room, making Anna Marie so wet. Lucky bitch.
July 18
While she was dressing up, Mr. Boor slowly raised the hem of his wife’s skirt and rubbed her thighs. She was wearing no underwear on and Mr. Boor’s hands fondled her, she sighed at the unexpected touch and allowed him to finger her pussy over and over. “Oh, baby…”
Anna Marie’s hands were going wild while watching. She slowly unzipped her jeans and played with her already slick pussy. Her panties are damp from her own secretions. She spread her legs and inserted her finger inside her and screwed herself as Mr. Boor went on feasting on his wife’s mauve flesh. She was delirious with desire and imagined it was Mr. Boor’s cock gliding over her pussy. She manipulated herself almost close to frenzy and her orgasm was simply-WOW.
July 19
The couple went inside the room giggling. Mr. Boor poured himself a glass of brandy while Mrs. Boor undid her wrap around dress. She revealed her black teddy and garters, everything was almost see-through. As Mr. Boor sat and watched, she danced to a sultry hip music, her butt round and flawless almost kissing his face. She took a bottle of water and poured the contents on her head. The water cascaded on her body, making her breasts and pussy a lot more visible as she danced exotically.
She flipped her hair seductively as her hips moved to the rhythm. She rubbed her body of his knees and startled him afterwards. She danced while there, her body moving in an ancient rhythm that made him dip his lips to kiss her. She sucked his lips and wrapped her arms around him and in seconds they are wrapped in each other. He carried her on the bed and tossed her gently. He removed his pants and revealed his glorious cock. She sat provocatively and put his dick inside her mouth. Mr. Boor moaned then and grabbed her head. He increased the rhythm, their shadows mirroring their movements. Mr. Boor fucked her mouth with no mercy, until all her saliva dripped down. He came all over her breasts. Anna Marie found it very hard to sleep that night.
The next weekend, she came back to babysit again. When the doorbell rang, it was Mr. Boor who greeted Anna Marie at the door. He treated her the very same way he did when he first met her-casual, slightly standoffish and without too much interest. However, while they were climbing up the stairs, he grabbed her ass and pushed her behind a hidden corner and lifted the hem of her skirt. He kissed her knees and massaged her butt. Then he quickly moved away like nothing happened.
That evening, Mrs. Boor sent for her and she went to see her in the master’s bedroom. “How have you been, Anna Marie? Did my husband treat you well while I was gone?”
“I’m sorry. What?”
“I know that you’ve been fooling around with my husband. I’ve known him to have fucked all of our babysitters. I don’t think he missed out on you.”
Mrs. Boor was seating in front of her vanity wearing a robe. She stood up and faced Anna Marie. She touched her chin and ran her fingers on her lips. Anna Marie couldn’t quite believe that she is suddenly wet.
Anna Marie found it hard to move. She was not able to say anything at all. Mrs. Boor has the same height as her, and still looks really hot. She smells amazing-like a combo of incense, chocolate and dark berries. She moved even closer to her and held her waist, her lips planting light kisses on her neck. It should have felt weird for Anna Marie. Instead, she felt incredibly hot.
Mrs. Boor started kissing her lips, making Anna Marie confused as to what she should be feeling. She closed her wyes and remained unresponsive for a while, fighting the urge to kiss her back. Okay, so she fucked her husband. She’s not about to get fucked by her. Not in the same room. She remained frozen in place, until Mrs. Boors arms went all around her body. She removed her terry cloth robe and revealed her lean body clad only in a purple pair of underwear. She has the body of a twenty year old and it made Anna Marie a little more self conscious.
She licked Anna Marie’s jaw and gently pulled her hair so she can reach her better. She kissed her seductively, while her hand snaked down the curve of Anna Marie’s breast. She steadily held her and fondled her as she started unbuttoning her blouse. Her hand felt cold and clammy as she touched Anna Marie but it found warmth when she started squeezing her breasts. Her other hand went all the way down to Anna Marie’s waist. She rubbed her skin gently, making Anna Marie shiver with anticipation.
Anna Marie opened her eyes and fed her curiosity by touching Mrs. Boor just the same. Her breasts were very full and her curves are to die for. She reached for the front of her panties and discovered that her boss is already wet, as there’s a small wet spot on her purple underwear. Anna Marie slid her hand inside the leg band of her panties and tickled her clit. Mrs. Boor was so slick and wet and now moaning loudly.
Anna Marie dipped her finger in Mrs. Boor’s honey like goodness and moved her finger provocatively in and out…in and out. Mrs. Boor pushed herself against Anna Marie’s body and led her to the bed. Mrs. Boor lay there in the middle and looked at Anna Marie with lustful eyes. She spread her legs wide, showcasing her lean thighs and flat stomach. She was all too delectable.
Anna Marie removed her boss’s underwear and started licking her thighs. Mrs. Boor’s head is tossing and turning now and her hips and rising to meet Anna Marie’s tongue. She moved slowly up and focused on her already wet cunt. She smelled so warm and inviting. She licked the tiny exposed knob in the middle of her freshly waxed pussy and nibbled it with her lips. Ooohs and aaahhhs escaped Mrs. Boor’s lips. Anna Marie is feeling so wet herself. She had no idea that licking another woman was as heavenly as being licked. She pushed her nose against her labia and made flicking movements with her tongue. Mrs. Boor gripped her head and pushed her even closer to her. Her boss’s aroused smell made her all the more excited and continued giving her wet licks and kisses that drove the woman close to insanity.
“Spread your legs wide!” Anna Marie commanded and Mrs. Boor made a wide V with her long lean legs. Anna Marie was able to plunge her tongue a lot better with this position and she smiled to herself as Mrs. Boor’s clear pussy fluids came out like flood. She licked the water like liquid and licked her even further, making the other woman moan even more.
At that instant, the bathroom door opened and there was Mr. Boor standing and watching them. She saw her wife lying on the bed and being licked by the babysitter.
“Change places.” He said, his voice startling the two. Anna Marie gasped and Mrs. Boor eyed her husband almost bitterly. “I was so close to coming you bastard!” She hissed.
“I know, Love. Let me make it up to you. But not until I see you lick her.”
Anna Marie took her place on the centre of the bed and Mrs. Boor undid her pants. She fingered her wet panties and licked her through it, driving Anna Marie wilder. “Oh my God! Ooohhh…goodness.” She moaned sweetly as her female boss licked her through her panties. Mrs. Boor inserted two fingers inside her and the young woman moaned even louder. Mr. Boor was practically salivating. She wanted to lick the babysitter’s cunt as well, remembering what she tastes like. Instead, he watched the two women, his wife’s ass winking at him invitingly.
He watched as her wife touched Anna Marie’s peach-like breasts and he felt himself bulging inside his pants. He unbuttoned his khaki shorts and released his now glistening member and held it tight. Damn all women!
His wife removed the barrier between her and the babysitter’s cunt and placed her legs on her shoulders. Her tongue moved slowly at first, testing her. Anna Marie groaned and moaned and arched her back as his wife tongue-fucked her to perfection. Mrs. Boor imagined how she liked to be licked-firmly and slowly and without hurry.
He went towards her wife, and gripped her ass. He knew he loves it when he licks her from under. He positioned her head so that her cunt was above his mouth and he started using the tip of his tongue to tickle her pussy. “Oh, babe…” was all that she was able to say and her juices mingled with his saliva. Her wife smelled like cinnamon down there-like pumpkin pie. He licked her again and again until she was moving her hips like crazy. Before she even get a chance to climax, he stood up and gripped her ass again, this time massaging it gently, prepping it for some serious fucking.
He moved his cock gently inside her, taking some time to warm her up. He knew she was dripping wet and ready for him, but his wife is a bit sensitive and he didn’t want to hurt her. She was moaning again as his cockhead found her entrance and slid almost effortlessly inside her. His wife was on all fours and he was able to pull in and out of her while standing.
Anna Marie was in so much frenzy now as his wife licked her full force. She moved her hips to meet his thrusts and he fingered her clit to increase the sensations. The three of them were linked together in the most intimate way. He pushed in and out of his wife’s pussy, thinking about doing this again and again and again…