[M]y Wi[F]e Lucy and the Babysitter.

I arrived home late from work, Lucy had told me that the babysitter would still be there as she wasn’t home either. I walked into the living room and there she was lying on the sofa watching TV, “Oh Mr.Scealta I didn’t hear you come in” she sat up quickly surprised to see me. “Mrs.Scealta texted and told me you would both be late, the kids are feed, washed and in bed” she informed me, “Thanks Ciara, how much do I owe you? you can head of home now” I told her. “Mrs.Scealta said I could wait around here, she is bringing pizza for us” she announced.
“Sounds good to me” I cheered as I sat on the sofa beside her, we had some small chit chat as we flicked through the tv channels.

“Can I ask you something Mr.Scealta?” She timidly piped up, “Sure Ciara, What is it?” I replied nervously not knowing what she was going to say. “Do you think I’m pretty?” She blurted out, I didn’t know where to look or what to say. “It’s ok Mr.Scealta I’m 19 don’t worry” she reassured me and she scooted closer to me on the sofa, “I only ask because Tommy broke up with me last week, and every boyfriend I get always leaves me” she sobbed. I wasn’t sure what to say to her, I could see her eyes watering up. She was a stunning looking girl, tall, athletic, brunette and had the cutest freckles on her. “Don’t worry Ciara your a beautiful young woman you’ll find a boy that will treat you right and look after you, you have nothing to worry about” I tried my best to console her. I could see from her reaction that She wasn’t even listening to me, and could sense a teenage meltdown coming on.

“Why are they all dickheads Mr.Scealta?” She groaned, before I could answer she was off again. “All they care about is one thing and then when they get it they throw you to the curb” she continued, I tired in vein to calm her but I was getting no where, she ranted and raved some more before her rage turned to worry. “What if it’s me Mr.Scealta?” She questioned,
“What do you mean” I asked, trying to figure out what had brought on this teenage drama so suddenly. “You know what I mean” she proclaimed, I looked at her blankly in confusion and shock my head not having a clue what she meant. “They always leave after they get what they want” she hinted, “Maybe I’m to easy?” She went on “Or worse maybe I’m just no good!” She wept as she threw herself back into the sofa.

She fell silent now, moved closer to me and rested her head on my shoulder. I didn’t know what to say, I was still in shock at the situation. “Don’t worry about boys Ciara, you’re young and have your whole life ahead to explore new things and meet amazing people” I channeled my best motivational speaker impression. She smiled “Your right Mr.Scealta”, crisis averted I thought to myself. But she continued “Your 100% right my problem is boys, I need a man” she announced as she rested her hand on my leg. I recoiled but she was precedent, her hand moved onto the rapidly growing bulge in my pants. “What Mrs.Scealta doesn’t know, won’t hurt her” she whispered in my ear, my mind was screaming stop but my cock was cheering yes! Lucy won’t mind I thought to myself and sat back and relaxed, I don’t think I could stop her if I tried.

She kissed down my neck as she unzipped my pants, her delicate hand slipping in to release my now fully grown cock. “Holy shit! Your huge Mr.Scealta” she marvelled, “Mrs.Scealta must be a very happy woman”. She jerked me slowly first, her eyes glued to my throbbing cock. Then her head dropped down and she took me inside her mouth, she only worked the head and jerked the shaft with her hand. Skill 5/10, enthusiasm 10/10 and boy was she trying her heart out. After a couple minutes she stopped, “Well is it me or are the boys just dickheads?”.
I told her she was amazing and she smiled and got back to sucking again, I placed my hand on her head and started to push her slightly further down my cock. She gagged and stopped again, “So any tips to improve?” She quizzed.

I told her to get off the sofa and on her knees in front of me, “I need to see your face” I told her. She quickly got into position on the floor and started sucking again, “Eye contact” I added “Let us see how much your enjoying it”. She followed my ever instruction, work the shaft, play with balls, less hands and more tongue. She looked amazing, I could see straight down her top and got mesmerised by her perky tits and the way her skirt had rode up to reveal her long legs. I watched as her space buns bounced up and down atop her head with each move of her head. She was the perfect student, I was getting close now and warned her I was going to cum. “Cover my face in cum Daddy” she cried out, I didnt need to be asked twice. I stood up grabbed my cock and jerked hard and fast, she looked up at me with her tongue out waiting to receive my cum. Not even 5 strokes and I was showering her cute little freckled covered face in cum, she smiled and giggled as I sat back down to catch my breath. “So when’s the next lesson?” She laughed as she made her way into the kitchen to clean up.

Before I could answer her the door bell rang, I quickly shoved my cock back into my pants and ran to answer it. It was the pizza delivery guy, I fumbled around looking for money to pay him then took the pizza into the kitchen. Lucy was sat at the table wiping the cum from her face “Perfect timing” she laughed, “I hope after that Oscar worthy performance, you’ve worked up and appetite” I chuckled. We ate the pizza then headed to bed and fucked like teenagers, with Lucy still in her babysitter outfit.

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