Naughty Naughty Babysitter, Part Four - Sex Stories

Naughty Naughty Babysitter, Part Four

... prepare? ‘Open the gold one first,’ Mrs Carson said, gently placing the long rectangular package on Abbie’s bare thighs. Abbie opened it carefully, trying not to tear the paper despite her desire to see what was inside. A white box, weighed down by unseen contents, with black printed lettering on the lid. Sweet Things. No other clue. She tentatively lifted the lid, afraid all of a sudden of what could be lying inside. Wait. She stared in confusion for several seconds, before gently stroking the mass of feather-light gold chains that lay in the centre of the box. It’s too big to be jewellery. What could it be? ‘Lift it up,’ Mr Carson said, ‘lift it up with both hands and you'll see it.’ Abbie followed his instructions, finding where the masses of chains seemed to connect and grasping the cold, almost silken knots. In her rush to see what it was she stood upright, letting the white box fall to the floor along with the wrapping. She gasped as she held the chains up to the light. ‘It’s a dress,’ she said, marvelling. An almost dress, a nearly dress, a delicious dress made entirely of minuscule golden chains. Abbie held it to her body, smiling. A very naughty dress. It would barely reach above her nipples, barely graze the bottom of her tingling pussy. It would leave acres of skin bare; the chains would merely highlight the naked flesh beneath rather than concealing anything. Abbie knew without even having to ask that the Carsons had chosen this together, thinking about which ...

... shade of gold would match Abbie’s blonde hair, deciding which length would brush over Abbie’s shaven cunt. They probably had it made to order , she thought, and felt a rush of pleasure at the base of her thighs. ‘Beautiful, isn’t it?’ Mr Carson said, smiling as Abbie held it to herself. ‘You can try it on soon. But remember, there’s the other present to open.’ He gave the second package to Abbie, taking the dress reverently as the babysitter sat back down on the couch. This box was bigger, weightier; Abbie took off the paper as neatly as she had before. A similar white box lay inside, but this time the lettering on the lid read, Dark Delights. Abbie smiled. Now this sounds even naughtier . This time she lifted the lid with no hesitation - and gasped when she saw the contents. Oh my God. So this is what they meant by preparation. She pulled out the glass dildo with difficulty, eyes widening as she noted its girth. It looks as thick as my wrist. It makes my dildo look like nothing at all. It felt so heavy in her hand, Abbie worried about dropping it. She placed it on the coffee table with extreme care. ‘I know it looks quite... intimidating.’ Mrs Carson came and sat by Abbie, both of them staring at the huge glass object. ‘But trust me. You’ll be so turned on that every inch of it will fit inside you. And it’ll make you feel so good, so exquisitely good. It’s ridged and patterned, see? It’ll hit every sweet spot you have.’ She gently placed a warm hand on Abbie’s thigh, bending to ...