Naughty Naughty Babysitter, Part Four - Sex Stories

Naughty Naughty Babysitter, Part Four

To find out how Abbie got into this naughty situation, why not check out parts one, two and three? Abbie lay back on her bed with a happy, exhausted sigh. What a month! She absent-mindedly fingered the whisper-thin silver chain hanging around her neck. A gift from the Carsons - well, another gift. Excellent baby-sitting services are always well-rewarded , she thought, giggling. Sure, she still got her wage for helping the kids finish their colouring and getting them to bed on time. Work was work, after all. But the real fun came afterwards, when the Carsons would come home from whatever elegant dinner or charity event that had kept them out so late. They’d walk through the door, beautifully dressed, their eyes shining as soon as they saw their favourite babysitter draped nude upon the couch or splayed across the dining room table. My favourite position so far , Abbie thought, feeling thrilling little tingles running up and down her thighs, was the kitchen counter . Who wouldn’t want to come home horny and find a hot little blonde experimenting with all of the vegetables in the crisper drawer? She pressed her thighs together, getting wet at the memory of Mr Carson slowly pulling the oiled-up zucchini out and replacing it with his pulsing cock, pushing her up against the marble counter-top. It had felt so right; the cold of the marble against her stiff nipples, the feel of Mr Carson’s cock stretching Abbie’s tight little pussy to its limits. She closed her eyes, reliving Mrs ...

... Carson’s soft kisses on her neck as Mr Carson pounded into her. Well. One of my favourites. The truth was that there had been so many delicious moments, Abbie was beginning to lose count. There had been the mind blowing counter-top fuck, sure, but there had also been that slow, intense, grinding session up against the front door, Mr Carson’s mouth on Abbie’s nipple as he gripped her thighs. All the while Mrs Carson had been stroking Abbie’s clit, whispering naughty words in her ear. Naughty little slut. You don’t get to go home until Sir and I have finished with you. It had been a full forty minutes until Abbie had actually left the house, cum dripping from her cunt, a love bite already burning on her neck. That has to be in the top three. That, and the shower. Mmm, that shower. Abbie couldn’t resist stroking along the wet line of her pussy as she remembered that steamy early-morning encounter. Mrs Carson had rubbed fragrant massage oil all over Abbie first, and Abbie had returned the favour. Then it had been Mr Carson’s turn; Abbie stroked a little harder as she remembered him oiling up her tits with a strong hand. Felt even better when he oiled up my pussy. A loud beep; Abbie opened her eyes, sighing theatrically as she looked at her phone. A text from Julia about some extra-curricular activity; no doubt something very worthy and useful and utterly boring. My own extra-curricular activities are keeping me busy enough, thanks. College work seemed much less appealing these ...