The Baby Sitter Wore Chanel - Sex Stories

The Baby Sitter Wore Chanel

... today." John gave her her sitting fee and she gave him a quick hug, apologized again for what happened and left. John sat on the couch, still trying to understand what had just happened. He couldn't believe it, he had just dumped a load of his semen into Susie's gullet. Just thinking about it . . . . John pushed his shorts down and jacked off his already hardening cock, closing his eyes and remembering the look of Susie's lips and eyes as she gave her first blow job. Susie was good to her word and John was to his and the next three months passed without incident. Well, at least between them sexually. But John couldn't forget it. Not even for a day. He had rubbed his cock raw a few times remembering her. Unable to get any relief from his wife, he found himself jacking it daily. He tried to limit it to the shower or his office. But he always gave it a tug at the office. Seeing her before he left the house was too much. Especially with her continuing to develop. Her thighs thickened a bit, the line of her quads, curving her stems. Her breasts had added enough heft that they were just a bit less perky, but all the more full. Then she began to talk of a boyfriend. John found he was very jealous. He had no idea who the kid was, but the thought of some pimple faced, goofy, awkward emo putting his hands on Susie, his tongue in her mouth, his penis in . . . . John wouldn't finish the thought. Every morning when he woke he had a morning wood and a mental picture of her. He had ...

... started to memorize his favorite outfits, The innocent ones that still allowed to much for a man's imagination. Every day she wasn't coming over to watch James, John would feel depressed all day. He waited for those 15 minutes to see her, memorize her face and her frame, so that he could imagine gaining carnal knowledge while he masturbated in his studio. Soon after Susie's Dad got a better job with good health insurance. Not long after her Mom was able to work part time and Susie could finally keep her baby sitting money. She began to talk about how much she wanted a designer purse like some girls at school. She had dreams of a large sized Chanel Reissue, but those ran about $2500, so she was hoping to save up $500 for a convincing knockoff her friend had spied. From that John's scheme was hatched. Even after he had everything in place, he kept chickening out. He knew what he wanted, what he needed, what he must have, but reality is easier than fantasy. Until August 14th. It was an anniversary. It had been exactly 1 year since he had had sex. Coitus sex. Obviously it had been more like 80 days since he had gotten feminine attention. He was ready, Samantha was already at work and would be for the next 9 hours of her 12 hour shift. He grabbed the blank paper bag and put it in the corner under the cupboards. He was having his usual chit chat with Susie, wondering, like he did each time if she thought about having blown him and swallowed his cum every time she saw him like he did. He ...