My wife and I came back from a night on the town a little early. We sneaked into the guest room because we wanted to fuck before sending the babysitter home. We’d done this a few times and one time I’m pretty sure she caught us as we were finishing up.
Tonight, I felt like a porn star. We’d gotten pretty worked up dancing, so we were pretty good to go as soon as we got into the room. I’d already fingered her on the way home, giving her two orgasms. We kept a set of restraints tied to the top of one of the posts on the bed. My wife put my wrists tightly into the leather cuffs and secured my arms above my head. She spun me around and used my belt to playfully spank my ass a few times. Each thwap got my dick even harder. Finally, she ordered me to turn around. When I did, she stroked my cock as she kissed her way down my chest until she got to my throbbing dick. I nearly blew my load as she took it all the way into her mouth and slurped as she slowly pulled it back out. I quickly regained my composure and held back my load. She kept sucking and stroking.
I guess we didn’t quite get the door closed in the heat of passion. As I opened my eyes I caught sight of the babysitter in the hallway mirror. She had her hands moving over her body so fast I could barely keep track. Her thick nipples peeked out of the top of her tank top as she pinched them hard. Each passionate twist seemed to release a wave of ecstasy over her young body. She held in each moan she wanted to let explode out of her full lips. Finally, she sunk to the floor and pulled down her shorts. She started playing with her pretty pussy. I could see her pink clit as she rubbed it vigorously, occasionally sliding a finger into her glistening vagina. All the while denying herself the release of the moans trying to escape her lips. She was watching in the mirror and listening to us.
She was barely 20, but I can’t say I hadn’t noticed her tight, athletic body and the way her tits bounced as she walked. Her tight ass often peeked out of the bottom of those short shorts she wore to the house. I rarely saw panty lines. Her smooth mocha skin often teased me and made me wonder how it would feel against my body.
Suddenly, she stopped and scampered around the kitchen counter. I figured out why when I heard a sleepy voice call, “Mommy!” from around the corner. Luckily my wife was still fully dressed and dashed out the door just in time to shut it before the little one caught sight of daddy. But here I am, tied to the bedpost with my hard dick twitching in the wind. Wasn’t the first time. I knew I would probably be there awhile as tucking that one in is usually a chore.
I was chuckling to myself when I saw the door move. It was the babysitter, her top still pulled down, beautiful dark areolas, and thick nipples in full view. She moved slowly towards me, just staring at my dick before finally looking me in the eyes. I shook my head no, and tried to say something. I could tell it wouldn’t matter, she knew what she wanted.
Her mouth was on fire as she slid it over my cock. It felt so good. I struggled against the restraints to try to stop her. This was wrong, and I knew it. She continued to finger her pussy as she worked my dick with her tongue and lips. She occasionally let out a moan of pleasure since she didn’t have to keep it contained any more.
An, “Oh god!” escaped my lips. “You like that Mr. Houston? Am I doing a good job sucking your dick? Do you want me to be your little slut?”
“Yes!” I eeked out, ashamed I wasn’t able to tell her no.
She stood up, turned around and backed her tight pussy onto my shaft. She worked my meat slowly into her tight hole and began to gyrate to some song in her head. She squealed with pleasure. At this point, I was out of options and ability to contain myself.
“I’m going to cum!” I managed to grunt. She quickly got onto her knees and took my rod into her mouth as I exploded. She swallowed every drop and kept sucking until I told her to stop.
“Thank you!” she whispered as she got up. She kissed me deeply before walking quickly out of the room. My wife came back a few minutes later and released me. She apologized and told me the babysitter was asleep on the couch.
She gave me a knowing wink as I gently shook her to wake her up. I took her home that night. I told her it could never happen again. She let me know that it would, or else. Since then, we’ve fucked each time I took her home. Sometimes I invent reasons to need a babysitter just to see her.
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