Hey guys! Chapter three came super quick to me, I’m really letting myself get lost in this story, but it’s just getting started! This time the perspective is Michael’s, the Barbarian. Hope you guys find it hot (and maybe a bit humorous?)
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# The Babysitter/Dungeon Master 3: The Barbarian is an Idiot
“Hey, Michael, you want a hot dog?” I heard my father yell from outside my bedroom door.
“No, thanks!” I yelled back over the loud volume of the Marvel movie playing on my laptop, but I could still hear his large boots stomp away. It was bound to be a boring Saturday night I had concluded as I sat leaned back in my cheap desk chair. I full screened the browser I had open and scanned all the files. We called it ‘the drive’, a rather apt yet unoriginal name. It was the cloud storage drive where we, Will, Brandon and I, stored all our pictures and videos of our babysitter/dungeon master. They were all tame, in the scheme of things. Most were pictures downloaded from her social media sites, so there was nothing risqué at all. A few were pictures we had taken of her sneakily. Will was the best at it, he had downloaded an app that removed the shutter sound when he took a picture, so Amy never realized he was taking one.
He’d somehow managed to take one once as she was bending over and got a generous shot of her cleavage down her shirt. I opened that file and stared at it; it had been my favorite. I had spent some time on google trying to guess her bra size, the best I could figure was based on comparing multiple pictures of women wearing bras. 32b was my best guess, but I really wanted to know what it was. The picture was well lit, and the skin of her chest looked so soft. She was wearing a white, frilly blouse, it looked quite loose on her. Down the blouse you could see the top edge of a yellow bra. The pic gave nothing away about her nipples, but I had spent a lot of time imagining what they might look like. I bit my bottom lip, and then closed that picture.
The newest file, however, was from Brandon. He had sent it to us last time, and this was by far the finest gem we had saved on the drive. It was a vertical picture, and you could tell it was taken through a crack in a door. But through the crack you could see Amy standing, front facing away from the camera, in a t-shirt and panties. My hand slipped underneath the stretchy waistband of my black basketball shorts, and my fingers wrapped around my soft dick. I had a habit of not wearing underwear underneath the shorts, and today was one of those days. I squeezed it, still soft, and just stared at the picture. It didn’t take long before it started to swell up, growing hard and warm in my palm. As I stared, I just imagined what it would be like to reach out and touch her ass. I pictured myself running my fingers along the bottom of her panties, along the curves of her cheeks. I imagined what it would feel like to squeeze both and give them each a good spanking.
I began stroking my dick, with little subtly, not bothering to start out slow. My hand went up and down the five-and-a-half-inch length, a measurement I remembered. The three of us once took turns measuring them in my dad’s garage. I had the longest, and the thickest of the three. Will came in just behind me at five inches, and Brandon at four-and-a-half. I took quite a bit of pride in that, and often used it as constant source of jokes. I stroked it more and more, all the while staring at the picture of Amy’s beautiful ass.
*BANG. BANG. BANG.*
I whacked my right hand against the bottom of my desk as it flew from my shorts in surprise. Startled, I yelled “What!?” I got up from my chair, walked toward the door, and cracked it open. My erection slowly faded, as I saw my dad standing there with his phone to his ear.
“I got plans tonight,” he started to explain, pulling the phone away and placing his palm over the microphone. He was too inept to realize there was a mute button on it. “Will is at his grandparents’ house, and Brandon is out of town with his mom. Amy is going to watch you until I get back, around ten or so.” I immediately got excited, a whole day with Amy to myself. My dad’s tone however was his ever-annoying stern and authoritative. “I told her you would help her out with some chores and mow her lawn. Do it right. I’m leaving in thirty minutes, so get ready.”
“Hey there, bud.” Amy said with a sweet smile when she answered the door twenty minutes later. She was stunning, wearing a pink tank top, and a pair of rather short tight black shorts. Her long dark hair was up in a ponytail, and I could see a glisten of light sweat that made her glow like the goddess from our game. I assumed she had been working out, something I’d love to watch her do. Everything about her seemed perfect; Her pearly white teeth, her adorable nose, and especially her beautiful brown eyes.
I hadn’t even changed clothes but did bring an extra t-shirt for after I cut the grass. She set me to that task rather quickly. She had a rather nice push mower, the large kind with the big bag on the side that caught the grass as you went. It took me about an hour to finish, dumping the excess grass in a garbage bag and tossing it in her bin. It was a hot outside, though the sun was just about to set, and I was sweating profusely from my brow and underarms. My shoes got quite a bit of grass on them, and I thought myself a fucking idiot for wearing my school shoes instead of my play shoes. I left the green stained shoes and my socks on her porch when I went inside.
“Amy?” I called out, looking around her living room and not seeing her. The air conditioning inside felt great. I checked the dining room and kitchen area and I didn’t find her, so I started up the stairs. I could hear the water going from the bathroom, and figured she was taking a post workout shower. I walked back down stairs, and grabbed the remote control from her couch. I stood, not wanting to sit down all sweaty on her couch and flipped through the channels. Almost as soon as I started channel surfing, I heard the shower stop. I settled on a pawn shop show, and a few minutes later Amy came down stairs.
“All done with the lawn,” I said, as I looked back at her as she descended gracefully. My eyes went wide for a moment as I noticed she was wearing that white frilly blouse from the picture of her cleavage. It was a long blouse, which hung down past the hem of the greenish-blue skirt she wore. She was barefoot, and her hair hung damp and loose. I stared at her for a moment, then quickly diverted my eyes back to the television.
“Aww, thanks!” I heard her say, coming up behind me and rubbing my head. I smiled up at her timidly, standing nearly a foot shorter than her. Brandon was the shortest of our party, and Will the tallest, though we were all within a couple inches of each other. I was the stockiest, built a little broader than my friends. Amy was taller than us all. She sniffed the air, and almost seemed to giggle. “I think it’s your turn to take a shower. I’m gonna make a milkshake, want one?”
“No thanks, and yeah I probably should go ahead and take a shower.” I said, raising an arm pit and smelling myself playfully. “I smell way too much like a *man.*” Amy laughed, and shook her head. Her laughter was my favorite sound in the world, and it seemed that I had a knack for invoking it. A few butterflies flew around in my stomach as I smiled at her, and then turned to head up the stairs.
“Sorry if the hot water doesn’t last long!” I heard her call as climbed the stairs, but I waved my hand as if it was no big deal. I closed the door behind me and locked it. I tossed my replacement t-shirt on the closed lid of her toilet, and then reached into the shower to start the hot water. I tossed my sweaty shirt into the floor, took off my shorts, and hopped in. The shower had a large frosted glass door, and a wide shower head. I closed my eyes and let the scalding hot water drain down my body. I always showered with the water as hot as I could stand. I didn’t think ahead to bring a wash cloth or anything, and again thought myself an idiot. So, I just used some of her fruity body wash, probably too much. I used my hands to vigorously scrub at myself, more thoroughly than I usually do. After considering myself quite clean I just stood in the hot water and held my dick. I looked around her shower at the various shampoos, conditioners, and soap. Then I noticed a bottle labeled shower oil. I couldn’t help myself from grabbing the bottle and squeezing some of it on my shaft. I stroked it a few times, finding it now incredibly slick. I smiled boyishly as then proceeded start jacking off with it. As always, I didn’t start slowly, almost immediately my palm furiously going up and down the stiff five-and-a-half inches. I my left hand pressed against the foggy shower door, and my mouth hung open. I tried to imagine what she looked like when she was in here taking a shower. I imagined the steam all around her, as the water cascading directly onto her breasts, rolling down. It didn’t take long before I felt the cum swelling up. I tilted my head back, stroking even more furiously, the water splashing on my face.
Then the water when suddenly ice cold, and it was like being slapped in the face. I jerked away from it and ended up slipping on some of the oil that had leaked down near my feet. My butt hit the bottom of the shower with a thud, and I scrambled forward to turn off the icy rain of death. “Ow…” I moaned, as I rubbed my bottom, my oily erection quickly fading. I climbed out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and began to dry off. I threw on my shorts, having not brought any underwear, and put on replacement t-shirt. It was a black t-shirt the Spider-man logo from the newest movie. My hair was buzzed short, so it didn’t really need any drying. I checked myself in the mirror, feeling clean and refreshed, and headed back down stairs.
“Did you fall in the shower?” Amy asked, turning her head back toward me as I came down. She was laying on the couch, having changed the channel to a home makeover show. I could tell she was amused by the prospect of my accident.
“Nope,” I lied quickly, but in a rather snarky tone that admitted to deception. “I am way to graceful for something like that, I have the absolute balance of a cat.” Amy’s nose wrinkled, and she giggled. I walked over to the side of the couch opposite her head. She folded her legs and slid her bare feet back so I could sit. As I did, she re-extended her legs and place her feet firmly in my lap. I looked at her almost confused, as she had never done that before.
She wiggled her feet, giggled, and said, “Rub my footsies.”
I managed to chuckle, pretending this was a completely normal thing, and gently placed my hands on her right foot. Her skin was soft, and my hands nearly wanted to tremble just at the chance to touch her. I had zero experience giving foot massages to anyone, so I wasn’t quite sure what to do. My thumbs rubbed the sole of her foot, and my fingers gently rubbed along top. “Like this?” I asked, unsure.
“Yeah, that’s good.” She said, staring at the guy on the television laying tile on a kitchen floor. I stared at her feet, admiring their delicate and petite shape. Her toenails were painted in alternating patter of teal and white, and I found that adorable. I continued to rub her feet in a consistent manner, thankful that she had placed them midway down my thighs, and not over my dick. I could feel it wanting to get hard, but I tried to control my thoughts to prevent it. It was a difficult task, so I tried to focus on something else. On the coffee table was Amy’s milk shake she had made, in a tall glass with a straight thick straw standing up out of it. Occasionally she would take a sip of it, and I’d watch the way her lips moved, imagining the straw was something else. “Did you update your character sheet after I sent you your experience points?”
“Sure did,” I answer, as she switched the positions of her feet. I took the hint and began rubbing her right foot in the same manner as I had rubbed the left. “I think I’ll level up next session.”
“Probably,” she admitted, and began flipping through the channels. “Brandon hit level fourteen. He got more experience points last game for solving that puzzle with the snakes.” I remembered that puzzle from two nights ago. I tried hard to beat the wizard to solving it, but Brandon always had a mind for that kind of thing. Though I never showed it and didn’t really like to admit it to myself, I had always envied his intelligence. As if art imitated life, Brandon’s character also had the highest intellect score of our party.
The thought fleeted from my mind as Amy’s legs shifted a bit, and her skirt slid down her thighs a bit. She still stared at the television and she used the remote to switch over and browse Netflix. My eyes fixated toward her skirt. The way it was laying had left a gap between the top of her thighs. If there was a light source behind me, I probably would have been able to see her panties, but the mystery was shrouded in shadow. That, however, didn’t prevent me from losing the battle with my oncoming erection. I looked down and could see it tenting in my shorts, and my heart began to race. I tried to casually use my left hand, taking it off her foot, and discretely tucking the erection down with my waistband. My hand went quickly back to her foot, and she didn’t seem to notice anything. It throbbed though, as I kept glancing at the gap under Amy’s skirt, hoping she’d shift in a way to let in some light.
It was like torture as I just kept finding myself staring. I didn’t even notice my hands starting to massage a little harder. My hard dick kept twitching, stretching the waistband a bit every time it moved. I wanted to reach under my shorts to squeeze and stroke it so bad it nearly hurt. It didn’t help that I had gotten myself worked up and tried to masturbate twice today, both times to be left interrupted and unsatisfied. My mind began to wander more and more. My hands stayed on her feet, but I imagined them slide up her smooth and flawless legs. I imagined gripping her knees and pulling them apart. I pictured what kind of panties she was wearing right now, and the possibility that she wasn’t wearing any at all. My dick throbbed harder and hard, the tip poking out underneath of my shorts, but hidden underneath my t-shirt. I could feel precum already leaking out onto my belly. My hands squeezed her foot tighter and tighter.
“Mmm, that’s a little hard.” I heard her say, and suddenly my heart skipped a few beats. I looked down toward my throbbing dick, only to realize she was talking about my hands. I shook my head, snapping myself out of my trance, and let go of her feet.
“Oh shit, sorry…” I said, breathing a bit harder than I was just a moment ago. Once again, I thought myself an idiot.
Amy just smiled and withdrew her feet from my lap. Her legs folded up, and my eyes went along with them. For just a glorious split second, her skirt pushed up and some light shone in on a pair of pale blue panties. I didn’t really see much, mostly just a flash of the color, but it was enough to make my dick twitch several more times. Amy sat up in her seat, took another sip of her shake, and then stood up. “I’ll be right back,” she said, and quickly scampered up the stairs.
Once she was out of eye line, I immediately pulled down my shorts and wrapped my fingers around my throbbing erection. My head leaned back on the couch, and my hand automatically began stroking as if it had a mind of its own. That precious flash of blue was fixated at the forefront of my mind, and I could feel the cum welling up already. “Shit,” I muttered realizing I was on Amy’s couch, with absolutely no way to deal with what was about to happen. My eyes opened and I looked around for something, standing up. My shorts slid down to my knees as I awkwardly stood hunched in front of the couch, still stroking. My hips began to buck a bit, and I tried to hold the cum back, but it was no use. I didn’t think, just grabbed that glass her milkshake was in, and immediately began shooting my load into it.
My mouth hung open as I tried not to make a sound. I held the glass tipped a bit, as thick stream after thick stream went into the drink. I sighed as the last bit of hot cum dripped from the tip of my dick, and that’s when I heard the toilet flush. I quickly put the glass back down where it was and pulled up my shorts. I took the straw and vigorously stirred the shake. I sat back down as I heard her start down the stairs, my heart thumping in my chest. This time there was no doubt, I was most definitely an idiot.
“I can’t find anything I want to watch, want to play Fortnite or something?” Amy asked as she made it back to the couch and sat down. She leaned forward and grabbed the glass, looking me directly in the eyes as she put the straw in her mouth and drank. It was probably just my fear, but it seemed like she sucked on the straw forever, before finally pulling her lips away. “That’s so good,” she said, making that lip-smacking sigh people do sometimes.
“Uhh… yeah, let’s play Fortnite,” I said, looking away from her. We ended up playing for the next few hours, but it only took her another ten minutes to finish the milk shake.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/bb4bsy/the_babysitterdungeon_master_3_the_barbarian_is
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/b9a92b/the_babysitterdungeon_master_1_a_new_sensation/)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/baq10u/the_babysitterdungeon_master_2_what_the_wizard/)
Great job again! The tension builds….
Luv it… Can’t wait for more