Naughty Naughty Babysitter, Part Four - Sex Stories

Naughty Naughty Babysitter, Part Four

... a little half-hearted. Fortunately Mrs Carson laughed; that sweet, sensual laugh that Abbie remembered from the first time they’d met. More specifically, the first time they’d met in the middle of Mr Carson fucking Abbie’s tits. It means there’s something I don’t know , Abbie thought, and sure enough, in the next moment Mr Carson was whispering in her ear. ‘It’s a very... particular kind of party.’ Abbie sat rapt on the couch, eyes wide as she took in every detail. Mrs Carson did most of the talking, as usual, but Mr Carson offered helpful titbits whenever he could. They stood in front of the beautiful marble fireplace, like some Old Hollywood couple drowning in glamour, and the look of love in their eyes was the most wonderful thing of all. Not your average party, they had said - instead, a very specific party indeed. A sex party, of course, but not even your average sex party. No keys in bowls here, or hideous middle-aged men lurking in the corners of the room. Instead, a hand-picked guest list of interested parties chosen on the basis of attractiveness, intelligence and charisma. Races, mixed. Fame level; from completely unknown to so famous that Abbie had actually gasped when she heard the name. Men only. ‘We don’t need other woman taking away from our intimate time,’ Mrs Carson had said, winking at Abbie. Abbie wholeheartedly agreed. ‘It will be,’ Mr Carson had said, ‘a sort of... competition. Not between you two, of course, but between all of the men invited. They will ...

... have to tease you, satisfy you - do all that they can to leave you begging for more. And when the two of you decide on the most worthy - the most capable of pleasing the both of you - he can have both of you first. Then, the rest of them get to have you.’ He adjusted his trousers, his cock stiffening at the very thought. ‘We’ll fuck until there’s nothing left.’ ‘How many of them will there be?’ Abbie said, a note of worry creeping into her voice. Mrs Carson smiled gently. ‘Six at most,’ she said, ‘a very private affair. Don’t worry.’ She laughed again, that special laugh. ‘That’s the other part of the preparation. By next Saturday you’ll be capable of pushing that perfect body of yours to its very limits.’ She walked over to a chest of drawers, taking a small silver key from her pocket. ‘But to reach that point, you’re going to need a little help.’ The drawer opened with a single turn of the key. ‘And that’s what this evening is about.’ ‘But... are Johnny and Marie asleep upstairs?’ ‘We decided they’d been good enough to warrant a sleepover at their friend’s house,’ Mr Carson said with a smile. ‘We want an uninterrupted night. Darling, show her what we bought. Show her both things.’ He went over to Mrs Carson, taking one of the packages she was holding in her hands. ‘I can’t wait for her to see.’ His wife kissed him, smiling. Abbie stared eagerly at the packages, expensively wrapped in what looked like black and gold silk. What could be inside? How are they going to help me ...