Naughty Naughty Babysitter, Part Four - Sex Stories

Naughty Naughty Babysitter, Part Four

... whisper in her ear. ‘We have all night. Why don’t we start playing?’ She teasingly licked Abbie’s earlobe, kissing her neck. ‘You’re going to feel like a goddess,’ she whispered, ‘like the most beautiful slut on earth. All of our party guests are going to make you feel more pleasure than you’ve ever felt before.’ Her hand moved further up Abbie’s thigh, closer and closer to the babysitter’s waiting cunt. ‘All you need to do is give into it.’ Abbie felt her fears melting away under Mrs Carson’s sweetly insistent touch. Yes, the dildo was huge, yes, strangers would be kissing and touching every inch of her body... but since when was that a bad thing? She felt a little thrill run from her nipples to her clit. It’s just the next level of sluttiness, after all. More people, more cocks to play with, more pounding for my little pussy. More eyes on me as I cum... more bodies to enjoy. She felt her breathing grow a little more ragged. They’ll invade every part of me. They’ll cum all over me. She placed her hand over Mrs Carson’s fingers, pushing them towards her pussy, and let her head rest against the back of the sofa. A soft little mew of pleasure came from her parted lips. ‘What was that?’ Mr Carson took a handful of Abbie’s long blonde hair, gently wrapping it into a shining knot. He pulled it just enough for Abbie’s back to arch, her nipples growing harder in an instant. He knows that hurts so good, she thought, I love it when he does that. ‘What did my little slut say?’ He ...

... licked his finger, running it across Abbie’s full lips. ‘It sounds like she wants to play.’ Abbie wrapped her lips around his finger, sucking it, running her tongue up and down Mr Carson’s fingertip. He moaned in suprise; Mrs Carson laughed. ‘She plays with you too, you know,’ she said, ‘after all, she is the perfect slut.’ She ran one finger down Abbie’s cheek, down her throat, until she was gently circling one of the babysitter’s fat, taut nipples. ‘Does our little slut want to get warmed up? Because Mr Carson’s cock needs a hot, tight pussy to slide inside, and I need to suck on these beautiful tits before they drive me crazy.’ Her hand slid beneath the transparent cotton crop top, pulling and kneading Abbie’s nipple as the babysitter moaned. Mr Carson pulled his finger away, one hand reaching for Abbie’s other nipple while the other tugged at his own zipper. Mrs Carson began playing with the fat lips of Abbie’s pussy, smiling as the babysitter moaned even louder. ‘Let’s get these clothes off. They’re just getting in the way.’ Soon Abbie’s cotton top had been kicked into a corner along with her schoolgirl skirt. Only the long white socks remained, and Mr Carson was soon pulling them down Abbie’s thighs with abrupt impatience. ‘I want you naked,’ he said through gritted teeth. ‘I want you naked, and on top of my wife.’ Abbie smiled, looking at Mrs Carson. The older woman was slowly unbuttoning her blouse, tanned skin coming into view along with some extremely expensive-looking ...