Babysitter's Club Sydney

by Jordan Silver

  He was like an animal, a wild beast as he pounded into me hard enough to make my whole body shake. His hands weren’t gentle when he reached around and found my breasts as his hips slammed into mine over and over again.

  I soon forgot all about her and everything else, everything but him and what he made me feel. If the night before had been an awakening, now, with no pain or messy blood to dull the feelings, I was like a woman reborn.

  I made noises and said things I didn’t even know I knew. The harder he fucked me the more I begged, no pleaded. He was touching something deep inside me, like an itch that I couldn’t reach that only he could scratch.

  “Yes…yes…yes…oh heavens right there.” If it were possible to break off a dick I would’ve taken his off at the base, that’s how hard I pushed back into him.

  And when he released one of my breasts only to use that free hand to take one of mine and lead it to my sex, my knees lifted off the bed. It was the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt. And then he bit into my neck and I reached nirvana.

  My legs gave out from beneath me, but he just followed me down and kept on thrusting. His hard muscled stomach slapped into my ass over and over again making a loud sound echo in the room.

  His breathing as he sped up seemed very loud, but nothing beat the groan that left my lips. It came from somewhere deep inside. It came because our hands were trapped beneath me, right on my clit.

  It came because he was fucking me so hard that not only did the bed slam into the wall, but, it seemed to be rocked off its legs. And still he kept on pounding and I kept on screaming.

  It came because I could feel every ridge, every vein in his sweet cock as he pounded it to me. And I never wanted it to end. I lost control of myself as I accepted him into my body, my screams echoing around the room.

  My sounds became muffled because he used the hand that wasn’t trapped under me to push my head down into the mattress and held it there.

  Even the sensation of being smothered, of losing my breath, made me hotter, wilder and way more vocal. I had no voice left by the time he let me up.

  My flesh felt hot to the touch and I ached so sweet between my thighs it brought tears to my eyes. I’d lost count of how many times I came, my body wracked with immense pleasure.

  I ended up with my ass in the air, my hands gripping the sheets and my head turned to the side for some much needed air, as he did things to me that had I not already stupidly fallen head over heels in love with him, I would’ve.

  He played in my ass, easing his finger in until I was taking it all, then two. He pinched my nipple hard enough to hurt and I begged for more. All while thrusting into me at a slow, steady pace.

  I stopped trying to figure out his technique, where he would go really fast for about a minute or two, the best two minutes of my life. Only to change up and go much slower, until I was ready to lose my mind.

  He came, I know he did, I felt his cock jump before a rush of warmth flooded my insides. I know because he growled and bit into my neck, setting off another round of orgasmic bliss.

  But when he pulled out and put me on my back again, it was obvious that we were a far way from over. He was still hard when he slid his cock back into me.

  I fought to hold his look when he gazed down into my eyes, but I was too weak. My bones had turned to mush, my pussy I was sure, needed medical attention or some kind of first aid.

  But did I want to stop, did I want him to? Not on your life. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, taking him into my body, letting him have his way.

  By the time he pulled his still semi hard cock out of me two hours later, I was a mess. He left the way he came, silently and without fanfare.

  I laid there a few minutes longer, running my fingers idly along my flesh, still catching my breath. My eyes went to the camera and I smiled lazily.

  My legs were spread open and I know she could see our mixed juices seeping out between my thighs. Even the thought that he could’ve gotten me pregnant with his child didn’t bother me. In fact I was beginning to like the idea.

  I’d forgotten the condoms that I’d brought along with me and he hadn’t asked about birth control. My mind went off to dream land again and I imagined a little brother or sister for the twins.

  One that they may never know, but I will always have a little piece of him, of our time together, to remind me of the best time of my life.

  I wanted to boot up the laptop and have a little chat, but I was playing it close. The twins will be up any minute. So instead I rushed to the bathroom for a quick wash-up and changed into shorts and a halter top before going to get them.

  That afternoon and for the rest of the day I wore a permanent smile on my face. I only saw him for a

  few minutes before dinner, when he came to see the girls having their own meal, which was usually a few hours earlier than ours. His eyes found mine and though he didn’t smile, it was obvious that he was pleased.

  That evening after bath time he came into the nursery to read to the girls before the two of us headed down to dinner. As soon as the maid left I was practically in his lap.

  We fed each other and whispered like lovers do and my heart was full to bursting. And when he bent me over the dinner table and fucked me right there where we could hear the others moving around as they cleaned up the kitchen before retiring for the night, I came harder than ever before.

  He lifted me in his arms and headed up the stairs leaving our meals half finished. I wasn’t hungry anyway, at least not for food.

  “You’ve been driving me nuts in this thing all evening.” He pulled at my halter top until it shredded in his hands and I wondered at his penchant for destroying my clothes.

  I didn’t wonder for too long though, when his mouth covered my nipple and half my flesh like he was trying to fit the whole breast in his mouth.

  My shorts didn’t fare much better and neither did his own clothes when he rushed to get out of them. His wildness put me in a playful mood and I laughed and teased as I pushed him to his back.

  He looked down at me as I crouched between his thighs, playing with his magnificent cock. “It’s so pretty.”

  “Hey, a man’s cock can’t be called pretty.”

  I laughed and licked him, taking the escaping precum into my mouth and going back for more. Soon all playfulness was gone as I sucked the mushroom head of his cock between my lips.

  I could feel my body heating up as I made love to him with my mouth. His big rough hands came down on my hip and pulled me around until I was straddling his face.

  I stopped only for a moment as I felt his tongue digging deep, before going back to what I was doing. He lapped at me, drinking my juices as they flowed while his cock leaked copious amounts of precum onto my tongue.

  I got a little braver and took more of him into my mouth and he hissed. I felt it across my pussy lips. But when he grabbed my ass firmly in his hands and licked deep inside me I forgot what I was doing.

  Until he spanked my ass hard and I was reminded to get to it. We ate at each other’s flesh like we were both starved for the other. And then he pushed me down his body until I was straddling his cock.

  I looked back over my shoulder at him questioningly. “Put me inside you.” I looked down between my thighs as I grabbed his dick, leading it into me.

  “Oomph…” Air escaped my lungs as he filled me and it took me a few seconds to figure out what I was supposed to do. But once I got the hang of it I became a wild woman.

  I rode his cock with my hands planted on his knees, then leaned back so he could play with my tits as he fucked up into me.

  Things soon got wild and it wasn’t long before we were both sitting up straight with his dick buried deep and his hands pulling and tugging on my overly sensitive breasts.

  I felt open, exposed and then the thought that she could see where we were joined made me cum. I screamed and laughed and rode his cock for all it was worth.

  He changed up after I came the third time in t
hat position, putting me on my knees in front of him. My favorite position! I love the way he seems to get deeper in me this way.

  I was taking all of him now, and though it still hurt a little, it was the sweetest pain. I never wanted it to end and I told him so. “Don’t stop, don’t stop; don’t ever stop.”

  I don’t know how many times he came in me that night, our last night, I’d lost count. But as I crawled into my bed just after he awakened to get ready to leave, I was hoping that one of them had done the job. I barely had enough time to write in my diary before falling off to sleep.

  Sydney

  This part was tricky, in fact it was the trickiest part of the whole ordeal. I woke up not long after going to bed, got the girls up and fed them. All the while knowing it would be our last time together.

  After breakfast, instead of taking them out to play, I left them in the nursery with a children’s movie on for them to watch. They seemed happy enough as I watched them from the door before turning to leave.

  I made my way outside, knowing that on this side of the house I was unlikely to run into anyone and if I did, I had a ready excuse.

  I headed for the old abandoned shed that was a ways from the house and stables. Inside I found what I’d left there only days ago. Had it only been four days?

  “Are you guys hungry? I bet you are. Not to worry, you’re about to be fed.” I emptied the cage into the sack, making sure not to lose any of my little friends.

  Now I had to make it back to the house without anyone being the wiser. I knew that the household staff was busy taking care of their duties, so it was the groundskeeper and his crew that I had to watch out for, but none of them were about as I made my way back.

  Once inside I breathed a sigh of relief as I went up the stairs on the other side of the house. The side that has been closed off for years because no one ever used it.

  It was here that I opened the door and found her, still chained to the wall. Soiled, hungry, miserable. I closed the door and put the sack down and her eyes followed.

  Walking over to her, I removed the gag and looked into her eyes. “I need to hear you scream.” I walked back to the sack and opened the mouth, shaking it out on the floor.

  Rats, medium sized ones to be exact, made their way to the warm body. Her mouth opened but no sound came. I stood there for only a few minutes before closing the door and heading back downstairs and to the other side of the house.

  I sat with the girls for another hour, watching the movie, before replacing it with another. More than enough time had passed I thought.

  I went to my room and booted up the laptop. What I saw was more than enough to tell me that I’d done the job. It was time for the next phase.

  I checked my watch before heading downstairs in search of the housekeeper. “Mrs. Simms, I need a huge favor.” I leaned in as if sharing a secret, something I knew she would appreciate.

  “My monthlies seem to have come a little early and I completely forgot to pack my tampons. Would you mind watching the girls while I run into town…”

  I hadn’t quite finished before she was shooing me out with that look of motherly concern. “Thanks, you’re a life saver. Is there a car I can use?” I already knew there was one kept here for the staff.

  She handed me the keys and went back to her cleaning. I had to go retrieve the cages, which was a pain but it went off without a hitch.

  Back in that room of horrors, where Claudia’s screams had turned to hoarse moans, I caught the ten rats and locked them up again.

  Next I untied her, forced her into the sack and tied it, before lugging her and the cages back downstairs and out to the garage where the car was kept.

  I put both in the trunk before heading back inside to remove the evidence. Once I was done the place looked just as it had, except for a little bit of plaster that was missing from where I’d bored the holes for the cameras.

  I hadn’t planned to, but after grabbing my suitcase and removing all traces of my presence, I looked in on the girls one last time, kissing each one goodbye before leaving again without a backward look. It hurt!

  I cut off my emotions as I left the estate, headed for the final destination. It took me an hour to get there and after making sure no one was about, I took the sack with my enemy into the woods and untied it.

  When she wakes up I’m sure she’d figure out how to get out, but I was sure she’d never be the same again. I released the rodents in another part of the woods and drove back to town. This part was one of the hard ones as well. But it couldn’t be helped.

  I drove to a garage after tampering with the brakes. I paid the man there to fix it and gave him the address to return it to once it was finished by end of day.

  I’d been gone long enough to be missed, but that was not my concern. My job was done. If all goes to plan, the blubbering mess I’d seen on the screen after the rats, her biggest fear had attacked, would either end up in an asylum or she’d be locked away in a room somewhere for the rest of her life.

  SEBASTIAN

  What do you mean gone? Gone where?” As I listened to the housekeeper over the phone my heart and mind started to race. Had something happened to her? Or had she left because of the time spent in my bed? “How are the girls?”

  “They’re fine, they don’t know that anything has happened. I didn’t realize until the chap from the garage in town brought the car back. He said she paid and asked him to bring it back here once he was finished.”

  Something about this didn’t make any sense. She’d been fine when I left her this morning, in fact more than fine. I’d watched her sleep in my arms part of the night and had felt so much joy that she had come into my life now.

  “I’ll take care of it.” I hung up the phone not knowing where to start. I called the number she’d given but it said the number had been disconnected. That was the first clue that there was more than met the eye here.

  It wasn’t long before I was calling the head of my security team. After giving him the pertinent information, I sat back and tried to remember everything.

  An hour later I was beyond pissed. So she had been after something after all. I knew it of course, after the first time we fucked, but I still have no idea what that something was.

  After finding her to be a virgin, I’d let myself be blinded to everything else. Now this shit. I vacillated between anger and worry while twiddling my thumbs.

  All I had was a name, and a phone number that no longer worked. And when my guy came back with the news that Sydney Becker did not exist, I almost lost my mind.

  It took three days, three long harrowing days when I broke out in cold sweats whenever I thought of the fact that I’d let this woman into my home with my children.

  Then at night I’d remember her feel, her touch, her scent and I’d convince myself that she wasn’t a criminal. I’d given my guy permission to wipe the room she’d stayed in and that’s how we found her.

  Only finding her had only left me with more questions than answers. Sydney Michelle Carter! At the end of those three days I knew who she was, where she came from, and more importantly, why she’d come into my life.

  It was a lot to take in, a lot to digest and I had to dig beneath the anger to find understanding. As if that wasn’t bad enough, just when I’d made up my mind to go after her the phone rang with more upsetting news. “What the fuck, are you saying?”

  “That’s all I’ve got so far. She’s been admitted, but she’s not cognizant. They found her wandering the streets out of her mind and someone called the cops.”

  Sydney! It had to be. But how, when? That was my security guy calling to tell me that my ex-wife had been admitted to a mental institution. Just what the fuck is going on?

  I had no choice but to go see what was what. And what I saw was fucking horrific. She didn’t even look like herself. When she looked at me there was no life in her eyes. “Is she drugged?”

  “There was no need, when they brought her in she was pretty much catatoni
c. It looks like she’s been bitten by some sort of rodent, maybe that’s what caused this?”

  I looked at the doctor like he was nuts. “Last time I saw her she was on her way to the airport for a trip to Bermuda.” What the hell? I filled out the necessary papers because even though I’d divorced her, she was still the mother of my children. Then I contacted my lawyer who assured me that this changed nothing.

  I might feel a little sympathy for her, but I have no intentions on going back on my decision. Now to deal with Ms. Sydney. I knew where she was and was heading there now. I want answers and I’m going to get them.

  I read the report once again as the driver took me to her place. She’d been a child when my ex had an affair with her father that ended in his death and her mother’s insanity.

  I could understand why she’d done what she’d done. Not that I agree with it, but I could see how something like that could’ve influenced the young girl to take the drastic steps she had.

  What I refuse to accept is being used by her. Fuck that. She doesn’t get to move into my life, climb into my bed and then just walk away. Especially not after she’d made me fall in love with her demented ass.

  We pulled up to her address. A nice place, if a little big for one. It was the home she’d grown up in. I sat in the car for a few minutes gathering my thoughts and calming myself down before I strangled her as soon as she opened the damn door.

  Sydney

  When is this feeling going to go away? When will I stop missing him and his adorable little girls and the time we had together? It was my third day in bed, crying.

  After I’d returned home, I thought I would feel a sense of elation, but all I felt was emptiness and grief. I mourned him like I’d lost someone dear and cursed Claudia for once again taking something precious from me.