The Babysitter's Seduction

The Babysitter’s Seduction

Babysitter Diaries #1

Kelli Wolfe

Copyright 2011 Kelli Wolfe

Published by Pink Parts Press

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All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.

“Everything’s all right? Nobody needs anything?”

“No, David, everything here is under control. Everything’s fine, don’t worry about us.”

I made my tone as reassuring as I could. Poor guy had enough to worry about, and I didn’t want him fretting about the kids or me. He was going to wind up with an ulcer if he wasn’t careful. And everything really was fine; David Morris just worried a lot.

“Good. I’ll be home at eight, then. Thank you again, Jenna.”

“No sweat, David.”

I hung up and went to check on the kids. They had all finished dinner and parked themselves in front of the TV to watch cartoons. Thank god for cartoons. I took advantage of the quiet to clear the table and decided to do the dishes while I was at it; that would be one less thing for David to worry about when he got home. By the time I finished cleaning up it was almost seven-thirty. That meant bath time for the twins.

They launched into their
it’s-not-fair-he-gets-to-stay-up-later
routine, but by now it was just done for form’s sake, and they headed for the bathroom without having to be told twice. I sat and watched cartoons with Tommy until the twins finished, then sent him in for his turn. When I tucked the girls in and checked the clock it was eight-fifteen.

 
I plopped down on the couch and tried to read, but I was too restless to get into my book. Tommy came out of the bathroom and waved at me from the hall. He had hit that age where he was getting more standoffish, wanting hugs less frequently and on his own terms.

I winked at him. “Goodnight, kiddo.”

“Goodnight, Jenna.”

His door closed and the house fell into deep silence. I tried reading again, but I was getting absolutely nowhere, so I dropped the book onto the couch and wandered through the house. A familiar picture in the hallway caught my eye; a family portrait of David with his wife Camille and all the kids gathered around them. Camille had been killed in a car accident a year ago. Since then David had been doing his best to handle everything, but a promotion a couple of months back had eaten up more and more of his time until he was working late practically every weeknight, and spending half his weekends at the office. And often it happened without a lot of notice, leaving his babysitter in the lurch.

When their last sitter finally threw up her hands in disgust and walked out, she told David to call me. I was in my second year of college now and looking for something where I could make a little extra money and still get all of my homework done. When I heard the situation I was skeptical, but I took pity on the naked desperation in David’s voice and agreed to give it a shot.

I didn’t realize just how bad things were until the second time that eight o’clock turned into midnight. We had a heart-to-heart after that, and David explained that it wasn’t a permanent thing, but he was on the hook for the next three months of the startup period. In the end I didn’t mind it so much. David’s kids were great, and it was generally a pretty quiet job so I never got behind on my homework and studying.

The clock in the hall chimed nine o’clock. I sighed and plopped back down on the couch, looked at my book and sighed again, and then flipped on the TV instead. Nothing was on, so I just surfed the channels mindlessly until I found myself watching a hot little blonde swallowing a guy’s cock. I jerked upright and hit the mute button. The kids’ doors remained firmly shut, so after a couple of minutes I turned the sound up just loud enough so I could hear it from the couch.

It took maybe ten seconds of that to get me wet. I had broken up with my boyfriend about a month ago, and I had gotten used to regular sex with him. The dry spell was killing me. I had a vibrator and I knew how to use it, but it just wasn’t the same as being stuffed with a nice, hot cock.

My clit swelled and throbbed for attention, so I slowly rubbed it through the thin material of my yoga pants. On the screen, the guy pulled his cock out of the blonde’s mouth and bent her over the counter. She spread wide open for him, and he positioned the purple head of his cock at her opening and rammed it deep inside of her. I imagined myself uttering her frenzied moans and thrusting my ass back against him as he pounded away at me with that thick cock. Damn but I needed to be fucked.

Rubbing from the outside just wasn’t getting it done. I slid my hand inside my yoga pants. They were already damp at the crotch because I never wore panties with them, and I pushed two fingers inside my dripping pussy, sliding them in and out until they were covered with the moisture oozing from my tight little hole. I glided their slickness over my clit and moaned at the burst of pleasure that seared through me and threatened to take my breath away. Faster and faster my fingers flew over my swollen little nub until an electric heat exploded between my legs. I arched back against the couch, grinding my clit hard against my hand and biting my lip to keep from crying out.

It wasn’t a great orgasm, but it beat sitting around the rest of the evening with a case of blue clit. At least I hoped it would. I still had that yearning ache for a thick, hot cock to stretch me out and fill me. I changed the channel to something more innocent and sat thinking about guys I could call after David got home who could help me fix my problem.

A little after ten keys rattled in the lock and David walked in. He saw me in the living room, and taking off his jacket fell into the chair across from me. He looked frazzled; tired and frustrated and about at his limit.

“Sorry I’m late, Jenna.”

He looked so contrite, his earnest blue eyes pleading for forgiveness from his haggard face, that I didn’t have the heart to be mad. “It’s all right, David. Don’t worry about it.”

I got up and walked over to the sideboard and filled a glass tumbler half full of the scotch he liked. “Here,” I handed it to him. “You look like you could use this. How was your day?”

“Thanks.” He gulped down about half of the glass in one swallow. “It was long and basically sucked. How was yours?”

“Not so bad.”

“Kids give you any trouble?”

I smiled. “No. They never do.”

“I suppose not.”

There was a sad wistfulness in his tone, and I knew he was thinking about Camille. I felt bad for him. His life had to be pretty hellish right now, but he was a stand-up guy who did what he had to do without complaining. He would have worked himself to death for the kids and Camille, who wasn’t even here to appreciate it.

But I was here, and I understood and appreciated the sacrifices he was making. It hit me that the charcoal gray suit David wore really set off his dark good looks, its cut emphasizing his broad shoulders and trim waist. He looked pretty damned hot, actually, despite the weariness.

“Here,” I said, moving to take the glass from him.

As I leaned in, I caught a whiff of cologne mixed with David’s own scent and whiskey. Little tingles went off in my clit and pussy, and I almost fumbled the glass. I turned away to hide my confusion by topping off his glass. Down girl!

But why not? He was single. Couldn’t get much more single, really. With his schedule, he didn’t have the time or energy to date. I doubted he had been laid once since Camille died a year ago, and the poor guy probably needed to get laid worse than anybody else in the city. So why not? Wiggle it in front of him, let him know it’s his if he wants it; he seems like the kind of guy who can handle the rest.

I slid the refilled glass back into his hand and stepped around the back of his chair. Leaning over the back, I began gently massaging his temples. He tensed under my fingertips at first, but after a little while he relaxed and sank back into the cushions with a sigh.

“Jenna, you are a gem. I don’t deserve you.”

“Nope, you don’t,” I agreed with a smile. “But then who could, right?”

He gave a quiet little laugh and relaxed a bit more.

“Your problem,” I said, working my way around to the top of his neck, “is that you don’t know how to relax. You need to let go, give yourself a chance to recharge those batteries. All work and no play gives Jack bleeding ulcers.”

“Mmm hmm.”

I kneaded the muscles in his neck and he slowly went limp in my hands.

“That’s more like it. Doesn’t that feel nice?”

“Yes,” he breathed, and took another sip of his scotch.

My hands moved down to his broad shoulders. Firm muscles slid under my fingers, and my insides quivered a bit at the feel of him. Big, strong guy does it for me every time. I wanted to burrow my face in his neck and breathe in the smell of him. But not quite yet.

I kept working on his knotted muscles until each one loosened up, and David’s breathing slowed and deepened. He hadn’t said a word in several minutes, content to enjoy my attentions. When I was satisfied, I stepped back around the chair to look at him. His head was thrown back, eyes closed, and his breathing so deep he might have been asleep. I knew he wasn’t, though. Do or die time, Jenna.

My t-shirt landed on the arm of the couch and I slipped onto his lap. I wasn’t wearing a bra. Before he had a chance to do more than open his eyes in surprise, my lips were on his, my arms curled around his neck, and David Morris found himself with a lap full of very warm, cuddly, half-naked girl. I don’t believe in fighting fair.

Apparently David didn’t believe in fighting for lost causes. He kissed me back, a little tentatively at first but then more confidently as his passion overpowered his doubts. Strong hands moved over me, exploring my curves and caressing the satiny softness of my skin before finding their way to my tits. Already hard, my nipples crinkled in painful pleasure as his thumbs rubbed tight circles around them. His tongue slid and curled against mine, his mouth clamped over mine as if he never intended to so much as come up for air. One elbow knocked over the glass of scotch that sat forgotten on the arm of the chair. Neither of us noticed as it drained onto the carpet.

He pulled away at last and looked at me, blue eyes burning with curiosity and hunger. I don’t know what he was looking for, but I guess he found it, for the next second his hot mouth found my tits. I had never had a guy enjoy my tits like David did that night. His tongue licked and swirled around my aching nipples, and then he sucked on them until I thought my poor clit was going to explode from the singing pressure building up there. When the sensations became so intense that I thought I couldn’t stand them anymore, he bit into my nipples and gently pulled away so his teeth grazed the soft, sensitive skin. I moaned in ecstasy at every touch. My tits were on fire; David had me sopping wet and throbbing, and he hadn’t even gone near my pants, yet.

“Oh, David, that feels so good.”

He let go of my nipple and grinned. “I can do better.”

“Show me.”

I climbed up from his lap and headed for his bedroom. When David closed the door I untied the drawstrings of my yoga pants and let them slide to the floor. His eyes roamed hungrily over me from head to toe.

“Turn around,” he said, a little hoarsely.

I did a slow-motion pirouette so he could enjoy my ass. When I came full circle David was standing about two inches away. His arms went around me, and his hands slid down my back to grip my ass and pull me hard against him. His tongue was insistent now as he pushed through my lips, and I could feel his erection pressing against my bellybutton like a steel bar through his slacks. I put my hands on his face to pull him closer and I kissed him back, hard. The satiny fabric of his shirt rubbed against my nipples, sending electric shocks through me to set off a pulsing ache inside of my pussy. I wanted him inside of me so badly it hurt.

When he finally came up for air I put a hand on his chest. “You’re way overdressed for this occasion, mister.”

“I guess I am, huh? I’m really kind of tired, though. Maybe you could help me with the buttons.”

The feel of the tight muscles under his shirt was driving me crazy, and I wanted to unwrap him like a kid going after presents on Christmas morning. I made myself take it slowly, though, carefully undoing each button, my face close to his chest so I could breathe in the smell of him and so my breath warmed his bare skin. When the last button came free I peeled the shirt off of him and glided my hands over his body, up his arms, down his chest and tight stomach and then back up his sides. Oh, damn but he felt good. I wanted to press myself into him and just enjoy his hard warmth against me, but I wasn’t finished with the job, yet.

I grinned wickedly up at him and sank down to my knees at his feet. Unfastening his slacks, I worked the zipper and teasingly slid my fingers along the length of his straining cock through the thin cotton of his underwear. His breath caught at my touch, and I felt his cock jump. He was big, too, nice and thick and just what Jenna needed stuffed in her poor, pulsating pussy.

One tug sent his slacks pooling around his ankles, and I moved in close so David could feel my hot breath on his cock and stomach. I pulled his underwear down slowly, exposing just the head of his cock first. My pink tongue darted out to taste him, soft and warm against his taut skin, and I licked him clean of the precum oozing from his tip. David shifted his hips and I knew that he ached to grab my head and shove his cock down my throat and fuck my face until he exploded.

“Easy there, tiger,” I whispered. “We’ve got all night.”

A little more and his cock swung free, pointing at my face like a compass points north. I snatched it before it had time to bob more than once and sucked his head into my mouth. David was just too big around for me to deep throat; I couldn’t open my mouth wide enough. I felt a pang about that, because I knew how much guys liked that and I really wanted to do it for him. Maybe with some practice.

I settled for sucking hard on his head and slowly stroking my hand up and down his shaft, slick with saliva that I let dribble past my lips. David’s breathing was ragged now, and I pulled his cock out of my mouth so I could rub his silky hardness all over my face. It always amazed me how guys could be so hard and so soft at the same time. When I vacuumed the head back into my mouth, his hands went into my hair, clenching and unclenching as I swirled my tongue over him. I reached down with the other hand and started massaging his balls. David moaned and his hip motions grew stronger.