Naughty Naughty Babysitter, Part Four - Sex Stories

Naughty Naughty Babysitter, Part Four

... Putting on a trench coat to fool both her parents and the Carson children, Abbie found her tennis shoes and took a last look at her bag. Homework, phone, dildo. Present and correct. As she stepped out into the night, waving goodbye to her parents as they dozed in front of the television, Abbie felt a strange new sense of anticipation. It should just be the usual routine, shouldn’t it? Even though the usual routine is wonderful, there’s no reason to get too excited. But still, the feeling remained. After all, you could never really tell with the Carsons. So much money, so much power... who knew what they really had in store for her? It could be anything. It could be everything. Abbie smiled, breathing in the night air. With the Carsons in charge, everything sounded like a pretty good prospect. Fearless, ready, she walked into the dark. ‘Hello, sweetheart.’ Mrs Carson opened the door just as Abbie was fumbling with her keys to get in. ‘Happy to see me?’ She pulled Abbie into a slow, open-mouthed kiss before the babysitter could reply; Abbie closed her eyes, forgetting the wide-open door, lost in the sensual pleasure of the older woman’s tongue flickering against her own. She heard the door close behind her, and soon Mr Carson’s familiar fingers were settling on her hips. ‘That’s right,’ Abbie heard Mr Carson say, ‘I love to see my two favourite girls kissing.’ He gently pushed Abbie and Mrs Carson closer together; the babysitter sighed with pleasure as her hard nipples grazed ...

... against Mrs Carson’s silk blouse. ‘Even better,’ Mr Carson murmured, ‘that’s right.’ Soon Abbie felt Mr Carson leaning against her arched back, his stiff cock rubbing against Abbie’s bare thighs as he kissed her shoulders. The three moaned together, briefly lost in the sheer physical pleasure of the moment, before Mrs Carson abruptly broke the kiss. She rested her hands on Abbie’s shoulders, smiling as the babysitter let out a brief sigh of frustration. Mr Carson continued kissing Abbie’s shoulders for a moment, as if unwilling to stop, before finally taking a step away from Abbie’s body. ‘Darling,’ Mrs Carson said teasingly, ‘you know we can’t get ahead of ourselves before we let Abbie know what we’ve been planning. Otherwise we’ll spend all night enjoying each other instead of preparing properly.’ ‘I knew it!’ Abbie smiled, pulling Mrs Carson into a hug. ‘I knew there was something. What is it?’ Mrs Carson stroked her hair, laughing warmly. ‘Something that our perfect little slut is going to enjoy very much,’ she said, her hands encircling Abbie’s shapely waist. ‘But something that requires a little planning. Mr Carson and I have been talking about it for the last three weeks, and we’ll need at least another seven days before everything is in order. Who knew caterers were so difficult to book these days?’ ‘A party?’ Abbie paused, confused. I can’t see myself discussing share prices over canapés with any of their boring finance friends. She tried to smile, but knew it looked ...