I groaned my satisfaction as I came inside Stephanie again. Her young pussy was still constricting around my pulsing cock as her own orgasm raged, asshole throbbing between her firm cheeks rhythmically. I began pulling out slowly once the pulsating along my cock slowed to twitches, letting her tight muscles drain the last few drops out of me. No semen escaped her pink folds after my cock fell away, her ass sliding down towards the bed as her legs fell away underneath. I smiled as I drank in the sight before me; sexy, barely 20 year old girl next door type, naked on the sheets. Her round, peach shaped ass slightly elevated over parted legs. Thick thighs slick in the wet remains of her pleasure, pleasure I had just given. Smooth, fair skin, glistening in the light. Pretty blonde hair sticking to her face and back while she sleeps with a wide smile on her stunning face.
The last couple of hours wore us both out. I decided to take a quick shower before joining her in a mid afternoon nap. “_I’m so glad I worked up the nerve to ask the babysitter to join me on this ‘business trip’_,” I thought to myself. “_Best week ever!_” I chuckled as I arrived in the bathroom. I love my wife, don’t get me wrong. And our sex life is still something I could never complain about. But, this girl. This babysitter of ours, home for the summer, has been hitting on me nonstop. I _had to_ do something about it. And when was the last time I’d cum twice in an afternoon? Probably some weekend my wife and I took. The little trip where our youngest was conceived, most likely. I chuckled again, but then stopped with a sudden realization.
_I had just cum inside our young, presumably fertile babysitter. Twice!!_ No protection, no hesitation, no consideration of any consequences. I brought condoms, among other things, but they were still tucked away in my suitcase. Panic grasped at me, but I managed to calm myself. “_She’s a smart girl, good head on her shoulders. No way she’d ask me to finish inside, bare, if she wasn’t on the pill, or something?”_ The reassuring thoughts helped, a little. Enough for me to finish the shower, and rejoin her in bed.
I’m in pretty good shape, for forty-something. No beer gut, slightest hint of abs under graying hair, strong muscles along my arms and legs. Still got a full head of hair, and eyes that’ll get me out of most problems. But _this_ girl? Truly a sight to behold. She’d been wearing less and less every time she came over to babysit. Her scarce clothing had also gotten tighter, leaving little to the imagination. Completely inappropriate for a simple babysitting gig, but very to-the-point with her male client. I wasn’t necessarily misleading her when I suggested she accompany me on this trip as my “secretary.” I know she’s studying business, and I’m sure real world experience would go a long way in her future career. But I doubt we’d get any real work done, even if this were a business trip.
I laid down next to her, difficult to do on the small bed, especially with her completely out, square in the middle. It didn’t take much to move her enough to get comfortable, she stirred a bit and ended up with an arm and her head resting on my chest. I was instantly reminded of my honeymoon, my wife sleeping soundly on me just like this. The typical pain of yet another affair jabbed at me, but quickly faded. They always did, especially in the company of someone so beautiful. I fell asleep soon after regaining my “inner peace,” already feeling a familiar hardness growing between my legs.
My dreamless rest was interrupted by a nagging, wonderful sensation. I opened my eyes, fog of sleep clinging stubbornly as I took in my surroundings. Little light entered through the blinds over the windows, suggesting the hour was late. The hotel room came into view, and my focus shifted to my midsection. Most notably, the blonde girl I’d invited on a trip, planted between my legs. Her lips wrapped around my rigid cock, tongue swirling around the sensitive, spongy flesh of the bulbous head. I was close to orgasm, my balls beginning to tighten in anticipation of release. One hand gripped my base firmly, the other gently caressing my balls. She was moaning softly around my shaft as her head bobbed up and down.
Her eyes met mine, and she smiled. I smiled back, still trying to shake the fog of sleep away and simultaneously hold back my inevitable orgasm. My attempt to postpone the inevitable bliss failed when her head surged forward, her nose burying into my pelvis as she took my full length through her lips. I felt brief resistance from the back of her throat, then tightness constricting my sensitive head as it poked beyond. Her tongue wiggled under my shaft, and her head gyrated against me as the first pulse of semen ejected into her. She let the first two pumps empty directly into her throat, then pulled back slowly, sucking all the way up my throbbing member as it drained into her warm mouth. I groaned as I dug my fingers into her damp hair, my hips bucking under her chin. Her lips remained locked around my head, sealing every drop of cum inside as the pulsing died down. She swallowed before releasing me, then threw another playful smile my way.
“So, what’s for dinner?” It took me a while to register what she’d just said, chuckling when the words finally made sense.
“Still hungry, after all that?” She laughed, and rose to her knees between my legs. Even in the low light, her beauty was captivating. I was still half hard, and nearly capable of having another go, but my stomach grumbled my own hunger. She heard the noise, and only laughed harder. “Pizza?” I suggested.
“Sounds delicious, but how _ever_ will we keep ourselves entertained while we wait?” She bit her lip seductively after her sarcastic question, and crawled up to lay next to me. Her fingers traced circles around my chest while I clicked on a lamp and retrieved my phone from the nightstand. No messages or notifications of any concern, a couple from the wife but nothing urgent. I discarded them all, looked up a local pizza place, and called in an order.
“Should be about half an hour,” I said once the call had disconnected. She smelled like lavender, similar to the shampoo available in the hotel shower. Her skin was smooth, and had a pleasant shimmer in the soft light. “I could go for an appetizer.”
A quizzical look flashed across her face, but gave way to realization when I rolled over her, then worked my way down. I paused over her chest, kissing the skin between her breasts before giving her hardened nipples attention. My tongue swirled around her areolas as I sucked each one, a light nibble on her left and a pinch to the right, more than enough to get her purring. I kissed my way down from there, trailing my way to her pussy. Her legs spread around my shoulders, revealing the pink treasure already making me drool. It glistened before me, wet with her arousal. I placed a hand on her inner thigh and used my fingers to pull at her tender flesh. Her labia extended away at my touch, giving me a better view of her warm inner passage. I used the fingers of my other hand to spread her further, pressing her thin labia back. Her muscles contracted, causing her pussy to flex between my hands, and I smiled to myself as my lips circled around her stiff, hooded clit.
Her nectar instantly coated my tongue, an intoxicating mix of savory and sweet. She moaned between sharp breaths as I sucked her sex into my mouth, dancing my tongue around and across her sensitive bud. Two fingers sunk into her pussy, juices leaking out along them. I pressed my face more firmly into her, letting my tongue slip from her clit before sliding inside. She took a fistful of my hair as her hips began gyrating between my head and the mattress, her legs struggling to stay open around me. I sucked and slurped, probed and licked, all the while encouraged by her growing shrieks. Her body trembled, thighs clenching around my ears as the steady trickle at my hand turned into a gushing river of pleasure. My mouth was back around her throbbing clit as her liquid ecstasy drenched my chest, hardened rod between my own legs eager to get back to it.
She breathlessly begged me to stop, and pulled at my hair. I relented with one final lick up the length of her convulsing opening, and smiled at her spasming body as I knelt between her shaking legs. My erection throbbed at the sight, lust filling me. I grasped her legs and pulled her to me. Her legs closed tight behind me, and she clenched her teeth down on a pillow that she’d pushed against her face as my cock slid up along her clit. She unleashed a muffled scream, and reached a hand down to help guide my thick manhood back down, and then inside.
I groaned at the intense sensations enveloping me. Her pussy seemed to have grown hotter, tighter, and much wetter since the last time. She spasmed faintly on the sheets as I penetrated her, still lost in the clutches of her last delicious orgasm. It took considerable effort to plunge all the way in, her constricting tunnel making progress difficult despite her ample lubrication. I was also trying to go slow, not wanting to turn my pleasure into her pain. She moaned and mumbled incoherently into the pillow over her face when our pelvises reconnected, but wiggled her hips on my lap. Her motions brought a moan out of me as her entire pussy slipped around my buried cock. I held her above her grinding hips, then lifted her a few inches as I pulled slightly away. She let out a sharp moan when I slammed her back down onto me, slapping my hips up into her as she fell. The pillow went sailing off the bed on our second impact, and she took a fistful of sheets in both hands. Her breaths were labored, and almost animalistic through the next five thrusts, and I watched her abs flex though my lusty haze.
I began fucking her more rapidly, suspending her mere inches off my lap while I pounded into her. My arms strained as she bounced in my hands, the room filling with the wet, hungry sounds of our passion. My soaked balls slapped against her ass with every surge forward, long moans draining from her chest with every exhale. Her breasts rippled on her chest, stiff nipples rolling atop the glistening, fleshy mounds. Her skin was slick with the sweat of our activity, and I gazed down upon her in wonder. I’d never seen anything so hot in all my life, and I was a part of it!
Her stomach tensed up again, her core muscles clenching before her shoulders left the mattress. In one swift motion, she rose up, wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and pushed her lips into mine. My hands slipped as she pressed against me, sliding up her sides. Her legs tensed and released behind me as her ass slipped back and forth on my knees. Our tongues swirled together as the pursuit of our orgasms grew in intensity. She broke our kiss with a throaty moan, her grinding wavering as her climax struck. I kissed and nibbled at her wet neck, holding her tightly against me as our bodies continued sliding together. She trembled in my arms through her orgasm, mouth open in a silent scream as I bucked my hips into her.
Just before pumping another potent load into her, seconds from orgasm, I heard a knock at the door. I was torn between obvious pleasure, and the increasing hunger we were both feeling, and (foolishly) decided to postpone my own climax. For now, anyway. I laid her down on the bed, kissing her when she had reached the sheets. My cock slipped from her warmth with some difficulty, both from the tightness enhanced by her constricting climax, and my nagging reluctance to interrupt our encounter. I regretted every step to the door, grudgingly sliding my shirt over my drenched chest, and pulled my pants up my legs. I opted to hold them up with one arm, instead of buttoning, allowing my raging erection to stand free. When I opened the door, I made sure to keep my stiff organ behind the obstacle, leaning back in what was likely a ridiculous pose. Not that I really cared about the opinion of some pimple faced delivery boy. He fumbled around with the pizza, soda, and receipt, trying to hand each over to me without dropping anything for what felt like ages. I placed each object on a nearby counter, then my eyes widened in surprise at a small tugging below my waist seconds before familiar lips wrapped around my cock behind the door.
A dirty thought crossed my mind as Stephanie sucked. I started some random smalltalk with the delivery guy, talking about weather, sports, whatever. Our conversation didn’t last long, and I sent him away with a tip, my pants falling on the other side of the door as I repositioned. I leaned around the thick door, legs straddling Stephanie as I pinned her to the door. The delivery boy took the offered money, thanked me, and turned to leave. The door shut with a solid ‘click,’ and I had just enough time to dig my fingers into Stephanie’s hair before groaning out my next orgasm. My cock pulsed along her tongue, thick globs of cum spurting into her throat. She put a hand on my balls, wrapping her slender fingers around them as she sucked, licked, and swallowed through my climax. She let my twitching member fall from her lips with a ‘pop,’ and a wide smile. She’d swallowed every drop, I could see no semen in or on her mouth.
“Sorry, I’m just _so_ hungry,” she teased from the floor. I helped her from her knees, pulling at her hair all the way up. When she’d gotten to her feet I pushed her against the door, and kissed her deeply. One hand slipped down, toying with the drooling pussy between her still shaky legs.
“Pizza might be more filling,” I cooed at her. “Better eat up, we’re in for a _long_ night.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ulu8cy/promotion_pt_2_babysittermfage_gapaffair
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