Interrupted My Masturbating Babysitter

By Rodney Robertsen

Clark smiled at Ginger as he reached for his wallet. The pretty blonde college student was standing in front of him, her long pale hair swept back over her shoulders, her pert 19-year old breasts jutting out of a tight grey sweater which didn’t come down far enough to cover her skinny tanned midriff with a cute orange belly button piercing. Her shapely calves were bare, small feet in flip flops, and her slender thighs poked out of blue jean cut-offs.

Clark’s wife Betty was already upstairs and in bed. The two had gotten home from an exhausting company party, and Betty had given him a peck on the cheek as they walked up the stairs, her ample ass moving in her long dress. “Can you go pay Ginger and drive her home if she needs it? I’m tired. I’ll peek on the kids, and then I’m hitting the hay. I assume you’re going to unwind on a game or something?” Clark told her “Yep,” and came back downstairs, where Ginger was waiting.

Ginger was a sophomore at City University, and the Smiths’ regular babysitter. She tended their two children Brittany and Sam, got them to bed, and spent the rest of the evening doing god knows what, Clark reflected. Not that it mattered, unless she was ordering expensive porn movies on cable, he figured. Of course, his random thought was actually pretty accurate, and Ginger had in fact been watching adult movies on cable, lying back on the couch and fingering her tight shaven pussy. Her jean shorts were at her ankles, and she had been holding her wet cunt open with fingers of her left hand, while plunging her right hand fingers into her pussy a few jabs, and then pulling out to rub her clit. She had managed to make herself cum three times when she heard the Smiths’ car in the driveway, and had scrambled to turn off the TV, get her shorts back on, and wipe her fingers off on the sides of her shorts.

Clark pulled two $20 bills out of his wallet, and as he handed them to Ginger, his nose wrinkled as he sniffed, and he was certain he smelled pussy. He looked over at Ginger, who he secretly had lusted after since the first day they had met. Being married to a jealous and powerful woman however, Clark had never acted on his impulse.

Ginger saw him hesitate, and panicked a little. “What’s wrong, Mr. Smith?” she asked, her face gleaming a little with sweat and worry.

Clark shook his head. “Nothing,” he said. “How was your evening?” He handed the money to Ginger, who took it from him. “You watch TV after the kids went down?”

Ginger nodded. “Yep.”

“Did you have any boyfriends over?” Clark asked.

“No, of course not. I know you wouldn’t like that. Why do you ask?”
Clark looked at the college girl, and he realized that she was sweating and smelled like pussy because she must have been masturbating when they pulled in. His head almost exploded at the thought. He had an impulsive idea on what to say.

“The house smells a little like sex, actually.” Clark said, realizing he was making a bold move here. “That’s fine with me, whatever, but it’s a good thing my wife has gone to bed. She’d be upset if you were fucking a boy here.”

“I wasn’t!” said Ginger. “I promise.”

“OK, its cool,” said Clark. “I wouldn’t care if you were, as long as the kids are sleeping, but unfortunately Betty makes the rules about babysitters here.”

“Oh, that’s nice of you. But I wasn’t fucking anyone,” said Ginger. “I don’t even have a boyfriend right now. I haven’t been fucked in weeks.”

“Do you need a ride back to….what did you just say?” Clark was in shock, and felt a strange vibration of energy run through his body, and part of that energy was the definite feeling that his cock was hardening up.

“Just that I haven’t been fucked, and I’m super horny. You want the truth? I was playing with myself a little. That’s what you smelled, my fingers. You’re not going to fire me over it, are you?”

Clark shivered, feeling elation. “Of course not. Do you need a ride?”

“Yes, if you don’t mind.” Ginger looked up at him, taking in what she saw. Clark was probably 35, tall, handsome in an office-worker kind of way, not super fit but definitely not fat. At that moment, Ginger decided she wanted more from him.

They got in the car, Clark in the driver’s seat, and Ginger in the seat next to him, and as he pulled out of the driveway, Ginger reached over and laid a soft hand on his arm. “Can I ask you something, Clark?”

“Sure,”

“Please don’t tell your wife what I told you about me fingering myself. I don’t mind you knowing, but she doesn’t seem like she’d be the type that would be ok with it. Can it just be our secret?”

“No problem. I’m not going to tell her. You finger yourself a lot?”

Ginger grinned evilly. “All the time. Several times a day. My pussy is always dying for attention.”

“Wow, that’s hot.” Clark uttered, trying to drive, but looking over at this hot coed who was leaning closer to him. “I’d fucking love to see that.” He held his breath. There it was. How was this girl going to react.

Ginger didn’t bat an eye. She pointed. “Pull over and turn into the park there. I would love to show you what I like to do.” Clark quickly drove the car into the local dog walk, which at this late hour was nothing but a dark and deserted parking lot. “Seriously, you are going to do this for me?” he asked.

Ginger nodded, her tongue darting out. “Yes, and I’m going to want to suck your cock too. I live for dick in my mouth.”

Clark looked down at the big console between them. Fucking Japanese engineers! “Back seat?” he asked. Ginger laughed and nodded, and both quickly got out and then back in the car, in the back seat.

Ginger melted into his arms, her face against his, her mouth open, her young hot tongue desperately splaying into his, slurping at his lips and teeth. Her small hands were already fumbling with his pants, trying to get them open. Clark’s hands were down at her crotch, fingers slipping through the leg holes of her jean shorts, and then pushing up into her juicy, soaked-wet pussy. Ginger moaned in his mouth when three thick fingers jammed into her liquid center, and she grasped at his turgid dick, now in her fists. Clark leaned back on the seat, and Ginger went down on him.

Clark pushed Ginger’s long blonde hair out of the way so that it did not obscure the sight of his cock disappearing into her hot, eager mouth. She slathered her pierced tongue up and down his throbbing shaft, playing with his cockhead with her tongue and then just taking the head in her mouth and sucking hard, while turning her face so that her loving eyes could meet his. Ginger took the dick out of her mouth. “You like it?” Clark grunted. “Good,” she said. “I’ll do this every time you take me home. I fucking love sucking big dicks, and yours is huge.”

Clark didn’t think his cock was that huge, but hey, everything is relative, he told himself, and maybe he luckily found a hot girl that had never seen a decent 7 incher before. Ginger went back to sucking, while Clark moved a hand over her ass, then down her shorts, and into her juicy crotch, finger fucking her more with a slow, steady rhythm, the same way his wife liked to be finger-banged. Whatever he was doing worked, and Ginger started cumming on his fingers, squealing and simpering and even biting his cock a tiny bit as her orgasm ripped through her young body.

This turned Clark on like nothing before, and as he looked down at this lovely young blonde woman, his cock impaling her mouth, her eyes half closed with cumming, her pussy spasming around his fingers and soaking her jean shorts almost completely, he just lost the ability to hold off his own pleasure. With a feral grunt, he grabbed with his left hand a fistful of Ginger’s hair, his fingers close to her scalp, and he held her head in place while thrusting his cock deep into her throat. Ginger gagged as he began shooting a copious load of middle-aged-man cum down her windpipe. Cum trickled out of the side of her mouth and she struggled to pull back, just to breathe, squirming on his fingers still impaling her spasming cunt, at the same time coughing and retching at the cock spit-roasting her air passage. Clark mercifully let go of her head, and Ginger was able to pop her mouth off his cock, spit and bile flowing out over his exposed balls, mixed with small streams of cum that she hadn’t managed to swallow.

“Oh, so sorry,” said Clark. Ginger took a breath and looked up, her mascara smeared from tears and splashed cum, her face gleaming with juice. “That’s okay, Clark. I’m a slut for cum.” She immediately began licking up the juices around the base of his cock.

Just then headlights moved past them, and both turned to look up. The car didn’t stop. “We better get going,” said Clark. “You came, right?”

Ginger nodded, sitting up. She pulled her shorts up, and was readjusting a bit. Clark did the same thing, tucking his wilting cock back into his pants. “I came really strong. I wanted to fuck you too, but let’s do that next time, ok?”

Clark nodded. “You okay with this? Still want to be our babysitter?”

Ginger laughed and smiled at him, his cum still gleaming all over her face. “You bet. But I am going to expect a very nice tip for this.”

“We’ll figure that out,” Clark said, his mind already plotting. “Now let’s get you back to your dorm.”

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