Babysitters Erotica Collection: Over 100,000 Words of 20 Hot Sex Stories

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by Vallen Green


  Suddenly, I found myself wondering how it would feel like to have Ashley fondle my breasts and insert her fingers between my legs. The thought made me hot and wild. I’ve done it with a girl once, back when I was in college. It was a delicious experience, and it was one I wanted to try again. Maybe Ashley could do the same to me without Fred knowing.

  I burst into silent laughter when I realized what I was thinking. I must be going mad. Whatever drove me to think of getting it on with the babysitter, anyway? But really. I mulled over the idea seriously. Fred can’t be the one calling all the shots all the time. Why can’t I have some fun on my own too, right?

  “Mr. Garin!” Ashley cried out loud.

  I peeked from behind the door and saw the cause for Ashley’s crying. Fred had his head buried on Ashley’s breasts. He was sucking on one breast while he played with another. Apparently, Fred was sucking and pulling too hard on Ashley’s tits. With Ashley’s cry, Fred stopped what he was doing and gave Ashley a smart pinch on the cheek.

  “I didn’t tell you to complain, did I?” Fred asked.

  Ashley shook her head. “No, Mr. Garin,” she answered.

  “What did you call me?” Fred asked again, his eyes narrowing into slits.

  Ashley’s eyes grew wide. “I mean, no, Daddy.”

  Fred nodded. “Good. Now just sit still and don’t do anything until I tell you to.” He went back to sucking and playing with Ashley’s tits.

  Ashley sat still and, save for her ecstasy-filled moans, didn’t say anything more.

  Now I was really turned on. I absolutely love it when Fred takes on his “I’m your master and you’re my slave” sex game. Seeing him dominate Ashley into submission almost made me cry out loud. I wanted so badly to be the slave, to be dominated, and to be told what I was to do or not do. I ran my hands over my breasts, jerking my sleepy nipples back into their erect state. My breasts aren’t so bad, if I do say so myself. Even after giving birth, my nipples had retained their pinkish tinge. I ran my flat palm over them again and again, until they were nothing but more but hard pinkish nubs. I took one nipple between my thumb and index finger and began to make rolling motions.

  I was already dripping wet between my thighs. My hands and fingers seemed to have a life of their own. They didn’t want to stop, which was a good thing because I felt the familiar beginnings of an orgasm coming. I ran my palm faster and faster over my nipples. The fingers in my cunt twisted and jerked more rapidly. It won’t be long before I would explode. I bit my lower lip so as not to cry out too loud when I finally came.

  And came I did. My vagina made squelching noises, and a violent shaking took over me. This is it, I thought.

  The wave of pure unadulterated pleasure washed over me, and I gladly let myself drown under it. I gasped and bucked and shook, like I was in a frenzy. I wanted to cry out loud, but since I couldn’t, I bit into the back of my chair as my orgasm ripped right through me. Still, I couldn’t help but cry out loud as my bodily juices gushed out of me. I still had not removed my hand from my cunt, so I came and came and came. I jerked and thrashed on the chair, my body growing slick with sweat. I came again; it seemed like it would never end.

  I paused, out of breath. I came right on the chair. I felt my own erotic juices from beneath my butt. There was some trickling down my thigh and into my legs. I sat still, trying to catch my breath. I still hadn’t removed my hand from my pussy, but I was now too spent to come again.

  “I’m coming!” I suddenly heard Fred cry out from the living room. “Fuck, I’m coming!”

  I stole a quick look just in time to see my husband ram himself hard into Ashley’s behind. Ashley threw her head back and gave an earthshaking cry. Fred reached out with one hand and clamped it over Ashley’s mouth, muffling her cries of ecstasy. He must’ve been worried the noise would wake Taylor up.

  Taylor. I sat right up, removing my hand from my cunt. My little boy. Amazingly, he hadn’t woken up from all the ruckus going downstairs. I tilted my head and listened for telltale sounds from upstairs indicating Taylor had woken up, but there was none. I took a deep breath. Oh, Taylor, your father is one cheating bastard.

  And I jerked myself off to the sight of him and your babysitter fucking each other.

  The thought startled me into action. I got off the chair and began to dress hurriedly, quietly. I musn’t let Fred and Ashley, or anybody else for that matter, catch me here in the kitchen, naked and wet and slimy from my own juice. When I was fully dressed again, I picked up a rag and wiped off my body fluids on the chair and floor.

  I looked around the kitchen, making sure everything was where they were supposed to be and in their proper place. I noticed the sounds in the living room have gone as well. I made my way softly to the door and took one final peek before—I don’t know, I did something that would change my life forever.

  I saw Fred and Ashley had done their deed too, probably also around the time I finished my own business. They were now sitting on the couch, talking quietly. I saw they didn’t have their arms around each other, which meant, for me at least, that save for the fucking sessions, they didn’t care string beans about each other. I felt my lips curve up into a twisted smile. So what now? Am I supposed to be thankful they don’t have feelings for each other, that they’re using only their bodies to satisfy whatever pleasure it was they were craving? The whole thing was twisted, that I can pretty much see.

  I felt my headache returning. Time to get out of here and be someplace else. Fred must never know about this, that I saw him getting it on with the babysitter and I jerked myself off while I watched them do it. No, he must never. Nobody must know about this secret. It’s the one thing I’ll take with me to the grave.

  Still, my love for Fred didn’t go down one notch. And I think the feeling is mutual.

  That being said, I went out the house, got into my car, and drove off somewhere.

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