A babysitter sex story
Babysitting has been a great help to me. I do it a lot, and even though I’m out of school now and working, it helps me to save up a few dollars for my trip to Europe. I am determined to get there before I hit 20. I have a number of regular clients, but I think my favorite, is probably Jack.
Jack and his wife have a huge house and four kids. They had me over as a babysitter regularly, but one-night last month, Jack called me to say that he needed my services. His wife was away on a business trip, but he wanted a break from looking after the kids and was going to spend a few hours watching football with his friends at a bar.
So, we agreed on the rate, and I was there at seven, as agreed. If I’m honest, I always had a kind of a thing for Jack. He’s tall, attractive, the maybe late forties, funny and smart. Really smart. He’s like a professor or something. In fact, that intelligence is something that I should have reckoned with.
After a couple of hours, it was time for the kids to go to bed. Once they were asleep, I hopped onto the family computer and spent some time messing around on there. Don’t judge me! Being a babysitter can be boring. Plus you never know what you might find. In this case, after a few minutes of searching, I came across a folder of pornography. I smiled to myself.
When Jack got home he made us a cup of tea and after I’d finished, it was time to go home. He was digging in his wallet for my pay when I decided to try something.
“Oh, while I think of it, Jack,” I said. “There’ll be a special surcharge of fifty dollars for tonight.”
“It’s for the shock to my system finding those pornographic photos on the PC and to keep my mouth shut where your wife is concerned.”
I gave him a really bright smile, though my heart was pounding.
“Oh, really,” said Jack. “And did you happen to see the pictures of a pert young woman getting her bottom spanked?”
I smiled and nodded.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” I said.
“No, you won’t,” said Jack. Before I could react, he grabbed me, and yanked me across his knee as he took the nearest chair. I was kicking and struggling, but I was helpless as he raised his hand. When it came, the slap was a shock. I squealed. Then I squealed some more, because the spanking kept going. He rained half a dozen hard swats down on my bottom, and each one of them stung. I was squealing and kicking my legs, though it made no difference.
Then Jack swung me back to my feet. I was standing there, rubbing my behind indignantly and glaring at him. Before I could say anything, he hooked his fingers under the hem of my skirt and pulled them down. I gasped and then I was back over his knee and the spanking started up again. This time though he was spanking me directly only my panties. The spanking hurt even more. I was squealing louder now, and trying to wriggle off his lap. Half a dozen more spanks came before he stopped.
He grabbed my panties..
“That was stage two,” he said. “This is stage three.”
I was too slow to react as he grabbed at my panties and pulled them down. I was squealing in protest but that didn’t deter him at all. He gave me another couple of spanks on my bare bottom, and then things got worse. I felt his hand squeeze between my legs.
“Move your legs apart,” he said.
I resisted, but it was no use. I felt a finger easing its way past my lips, poking towards my pussy. There was nothing I could do to stop him. With a sigh, I felt him move my legs apart.
“Good girl,” he said, and then, to my surprise, he started to spank my pussy.
He wasn’t taking great big spanks the way he beat my bottom. He was just giving short fast slap, his hands cupped to cover my mound. They stung a little, but wow they felt so good. I could feel the heat building in me, making me wetter. My lips were swelling and opening, and now I could feel his fingers slapping against my inner lips as well.
The whole thing was totally unbearable, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. When Jack did finally stop and stand me on my feet my legs were trembling. I thought I was going to fall down.
Perhaps I should have. While I was standing there, feeling stunned, Jack pulled my top up and over my head. Then he reached around and unhooked my bra and lifted that off. There I was, standing in front of Jack completely naked, bottom red and stinging, pussy probably also red but singing rather than stinging, and my breasts were also starting to betray me. They seemed to have swollen slightly and my nipples were erect, standing up like bullets.
Jack was leaning back on his chair, just looking at me.
“Having fun yet?” he asked.
Fun? I was too stunned to be having fun. I didn’t know what had struck me. I opened my mouth to reply and found I had nothing to say.
“I was just going to leave your cheek go with the spanking,” Jack said, smiling. “But, seeing you standing there like that, looking so hot, I think we should go further.”
He stood and then, to my surprise, bent down and picked up my clothes.
“What are you doing?”
He smiled back at me and then carried my clothes out of the living room. I heard a door lock and unlock and then he returned.
“Where are my clothes?”
“You can have them back when you’ve learned your lesson,” he said. As I watched he walked back over and then began to undress. I knew I should leave. I knew I should run away. But he had my clothes! What was I supposed to do?
It didn’t take him long to get naked and when I saw his huge cock, standing proud, and how fit and toned his body was, I felt my whole being tingle with desire.
He took my hand and guided me over to the rug in front of the fireplace. I lay down, feeling helpless and lost and yet at the same time, feeling a stirring of desire deep in me.
He calmly pushed my legs wide and then he loomed over me. I felt his cock pressing against me and then sliding smoothly in while I watched helpless. And felt it. It felt so good. I could feel that cock sliding into me from the tip of my toes to the top of my head, my whole body tingling with pleasure.
He took me hard
I groaned as he took me, it felt so good. Jack hands were at my breasts, teasing them, tweaking them Looking down the line of his back I could see his bottom lifting as he pulled slowly back, then it dipped and I groaned again as he slammed back into me.
Jack settled down to teaching me my lesson. His cock slammed down hard, again and again. Soon I began to lift my hips up to meet him with each thrust. It soon became clear that Jack liked to fuck for a long time. He went on and on, adjusting his speed, sometimes moving slowly so that I could feel every inch of his cock, other times fucking me so hard and fast I was shaking.
I pushed myself up to meeting him, bouncing up to take him as he drove into me, sinking back down as he pulled back. The hard slap of his body hitting mine was almost drowning out the squeals and groans I was making as he ruthlessly fucked me, teaching me my lesson. I was squealing loudly at the end, and at that point, his mouth covered mine and he started to really hammer his punishment home. My squealing changed to a scream which was stifled by his mouth on mine, and I was pressing hard up against him, shuddering as a climax ripped into me. I could feel Jack pulsing deep within me, flooding my insides with his seed, and I shuddered again as I just let everything wash over me.
Several minutes later, after we were able to recover from our exhausted tangle of fucking, Jack brought me my clothes. He dressed, with a smile on his face, and I did the same. And then he paid me. The whole amount. Plus an extra hundred.
“See you next week?” he smiled.
“Maybe,” I replied, and smiled back.