Bedding the Babysitter Ch 01 - Sex Stories

Bedding the Babysitter Ch 01

... her vagina with my tongue. Her moans increased and I was soon rewarded with the sweetest taste God had created as her juices flooded out of her onto my tongue, lips and face. I continued to quench my unquenchable thirst wanting more and more as I drowned in my submission and in her perfection. Once her orgasm had run its course, she looked down at me and ordered, “Get undressed.” I stood up and obeyed, hands trembling and began to unbutton my blouse. “Hurry up, slut,” she snapped impatiently. I again obeyed, a mixture of anticipation and trepidation colliding in my mind. Once naked, I never felt more vulnerable as she looked me over. She commented, “Why do you hide such a beautiful body with such unflattering clothes.” My face flushed again at a compliment from the girl I had fantasized about forever, the girl that made me reconsider my sexuality. “I-I-I don’t know.” “You don’t know how sexy you are, do you?” she asked, moving towards me. “Um, I,” babbled unable to complete a full thought, drowning in the compliments and in the desire to be touched. Reaching me, she asked, her finger slowly moving between my breasts, “Do you want me to eat your cunt?” “Yes,” I whispered, almost inaudible. “Pardon,” she asked, her finger slowly gliding to my erect right nipple. “Yes, please,” I whimpered at her touch. “Yes, what?” she asked, her fingers pinching my nipple. “Aaaaah, please lick my vagina,” I moaned, giving myself to her. “Vagina,” she laughed softly, her fingers meandering to ...

... my other nipple. “What else can you call that sweet box of yours?” I paused, I almost never swore, but her fingers pinching my nipple had me distracted and horny. “My pussy,” I moaned again, a mixture of pleasure and pain. “What else?” she asked, her finger now slowly travelling south. Wanting her to touch me there, to lick me, I answered, “My cunt, please touch my cunt.” “Good girl,” she moaned, leaning forward and taking my breast in her mouth as her finger traced my wet pussy lips. I quivered and let out an uncontrollable moan. She pushed me onto the bench and moved between my trembling legs. Looking up at me, she asked, “Tell me what you want, my pet.” “Eat my cunt,” I demanded. “I need to come so baaaaaad.” “Tell me you are a lezzie-slut,” she demanded back, flicking my clit with her tongue. My whole body quaked with one touch and I declared my sexuality without hesitation. “I’m a lezzie-slut. I love licking your beautiful pussy and will be your lezzie-slave who drops to her knees anytime, anywhere to get just a taste of your perfection.” “Fuck, that is hot,” she purred, burying her face between my legs. As her tongue did slow paintbrush strokes on my pussy my breathing got heavy. Usually, it takes a while to come, but in a couple of minutes I could feel the volcano eruption of lust bubbling inside. “Oh god, fuck my cunt is burning,” I moaned, as she slid a finger inside me. She hooked her finger inside my inferno and began tapping on my g-spot. I had spasm after spasm ...