Babysitters Erotica Collection: Over 100,000 Words of 20 Hot Sex Stories (9 page)

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Upstairs, Pierre struggled to walk with a hard-on. He was transfixed by what just happened. He had his share of women but never did he imagine himself being this aroused by a babysitter. Jill was so young for him but she acted every inch a woman, with a trace of vulnerability that was so amazing. He thought about the kiss they shared, the way his breasts felt on his hands. It was mind blowing. The fact that it all happened in this grand house made it all crazy. Crazy steamy. He closed his eyes and vowed never to be near her like that again. She’s a walking temptation and it would do him well if he avoided her for good.

Malik is busy with his computer games the entire night so, it had been quite very relaxing for Jill. She thought about what happened this afternoon at the Whale’s living room and her body began to tingle with the thought. Ever since Pierre returned from his cruise, she became more aware of him. It was true that she did fantasize about him, but the whole thing got worse for her these past few days. It started last week when she happened to be early. She was lazing on the hammock and from her vantage point, she can she Mr. Whales in his black trunks. His body is amazing. He is all muscle, perfectly tanned, and well-endowed. His manly bulge is so evident even from many feet away. She felt a familiar stirring inside her. She had been with two men before---men that are her age, and while she was always satisfied, she always had a thing for mature men. Mature---not old. At 38, Pierre is just perfect. The thought of his strong hands against her skin and that cock entering her is always a welcome thought. She wondered how it would feel like being fucked by someone blessed with that huge dick. Maybe then, she’d totally feel like a woman.

The truth is that even before Pierre returned from his cruise, he had been the constant subject of her thoughts. While she was looking for movies to watch, she happened to see a very strange looking DVD compilation. It was bound and contains more than 10 discs. Everything was labelled as “PG”----PG Honeymoon, PG Hawaii, PG Maldives, PG Fourth of July, PG Vegas and so on. She took the discs to the computer and copied two on her flash disk out of curiosity. When she got home, she opened the files and she stared with mouth agape in front of her computer screen.

PG Honeymoon and PG Maldives---the files she copied turned out two be sex videos of the Whales. It was the most scandalous thing she had ever witnessed, simply because she knew both of them. Both files were so hot that she had two masturbate twice the night she watched them. In both videos, Mrs. Whales’s orgasms were such a turn on. Truth be told, Jill never even had an orgasm all her life. She would touch herself lightly, but she never reached her climax. She envied Mrs. Whales since then.

Now, as she looked at the garden from the window, she felt so aroused all over again. She wanted to call her boyfriend but all she can think about was Pierre’s lips all over her. A few minutes later, Mr. Whales called her upstairs to say that he is taking her home. She grabbed her backpack and followed him inside his SUV. Her heart pounded wildly as she put on her seatbelt. A few blocks later, she felt a hand on her knee. She let out a soft sigh and led it upward. She moaned over and over as Pierre played with her thigh. He hadn’t touched her directly but she wanted to tempt him by making sex noises. Pierre stopped the car. She looked at him expectantly. “If you don’t stop moaning, Jill, I will fuck you right here.”, he warned. She bit her lower lip and began to touch herself. She moaned like crazy, “Pierre, oh Pierre... fuck me now...oh fuck me now...” He gripped her face and looked at her intently. “I said stop it!” He jerked her so hard that she started to sob. Her entire body rocked with fear. “Ah...I’m sorry. I just...I just wanted to play.” She steadied herself and looked straight. “I won’t do it again.” Throughout the entire drive, they both haven’t said anything more. When he stopped in front of her house, she got out quickly and ran towards the front door and slid a key. Pierre sat there for a while, thinking about her. His temper got the best of him once again. He hopes she take too much of an offense that she won’t bother coming back. Getting another babysitter would do all of them good. He stepped on his accelerator and sped up the car. Women!

Jill went straight to her room. What happened at the car changed the dynamics for her. She may be just an average student but she’s well versed when it comes to men. She knew that after his fit of extreme temper, he wouldn’t be able to sleep without feeling guilty. What she’d do now is to maintain some distance. Yes, he wanted him. But she wants him willing. In no time, he’ll come to her. She’s very sure of that. For now, she’d have to focus her thoughts on more important things. There’s her thesis, Chris---her boyfriend, and the many requirements at school. She’ll do her best not to think about him, but it’s not to say that their over. Not at the very least.

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She hadn’t set foot 0n the Whales’ house for two weeks and it had done her good. Her long straight light chestnut hair now looks sexier since she had a perm. Her loose locks may have cost her more than she had expected but she didn’t care. At least, she looks a lot better. She also had a tan since went to the beach last weekend. Jill saw Malik watching TV and she greeted him. “Hey, pal.”

Malik looked up and smiled at her. “You want some candies?”, he offered.

Jill shook her head. “No thanks. I can’t have too many sweets.” She grabbed the newest cover of Vogue from the rack and browse lazily through the pages. “Nothing interesting.”, she thought. She felt her self become tense the moment she entered the front door and as she scanned the pages of the glossy, she wished that Pierre and I wouldn’t cross paths very soon. After two weeks and spending the weekend with her friends and her boyfriend, she actually lost interest in him. It’s just too awkward having to see him again and pretend everything is cool. Oh well. She deleted the files she copied----the scandal she saw. She realized that she’s too young for him and after being shouted at, his IT factor decreased.

Malik seemed too absorbed in watching Nick TV that she didn’t bother making small talk. Besides, he’s a kid. It’s best to let him be. Meanwhile, Jill got so caught up with an article about toxic cosmetics that she didn’t hear it when Pierre arrived. Next thing she knew, he was seated beside her, talking to Malik about the junior soccer game. Her entire body tensed but she pretended he doesn’t exist. “How have you been, Jill?”, asked Pierre as he turned to face her.

“Fine, Mr. Whales.”, was her only reply and continued reading about the harm caused by sulphates, phthalates, and parabens. She didn’t know what those are, but she didn’t care. At least, she found some excuse not to look at the devil beside her. After a few minutes of dad and son talk, Mr. Whales stood up and went upstairs.

She read about 4 glossies---too soon, it was dinner. Mr. Whales ordered enough pizzas and chicken to knock-out 6 hungry boxers. Jill ate about two slices and drowned herself on sodas. At past 9 pm, she took Malik to his room and watched him till he fell asleep. Mrs. Whales is due to arrive any moment so she fixed her bag and waited. She went downstairs to get something to drink. She made some hot milk tea and went back to the living room to watch reruns of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. It was her favourite series and she does not mind watching it over and over. Pierre saw her a few minutes later and sat on the other end of the couch. He was drinking some brandy and was looking at her. “About what I said in the car, I’m sorry.”, he said casually---as if he just stepped on her foot by accident. It annoyed her. She nodded without looking. “Will you look at me?”, he pressed. “I am trying to apologize.”

She looked at him then and said, “We’re cool, Mr. Whales. Forget all about it. I just did.” Jill crossed her arms protectively over her breasts. “I am keeping my promise, and since I came here a few hours ago I haven’t bothered you. I don’t have any intention of breaking that.”, she smiled then. “Just think that I was possessed. It was nothing personal.” She laughed just in time for Chandler’s joke and focused on the T.V like he did not exist. This annoyed him tremendously. He gulped his brandy and grabbed her. She was so startled with what he did that her eyes seemed to double in size. He kissed her then----a forceful, unfeeling kiss that felt like would bruise her lips. She tried to break free but he wouldn’t stop, he held her jaw tight and ran his tongue on her full swollen lips. She gasped. “What are you doing?”, she asked. He kept the motions of his tongue on her lips and ignored what she said. He sucked her lips, willing them to part. When they did, it was worth it. Jill tasted so young and so sweet against his brandy burned lips and he nibbled at her. Pierre plunged his tongue with caution, careful not to cause her to stop him again. At that second, the doorbell rang. It was Mrs. Whales.

That night, Pierre was unable to sleep. It was not because Gladys almost took in the scene at the living room. It was because, he felt so high-wired. He was not able to get enough of Jill--like she was very near but totally out of reach. Thinking about her is driving him crazy and as his thoughts were filled with her, he felt his sudden erection and almost cursed out loud. Gladys heard his sharp intake of breath and turned towards him. She knew him so much that she recognized his sound of arousal. Automatically, her hand flew to his dick. “Oh, you’re awake, Love.” She giggled loudly and began to fondle him. He closed his eyes and thought about being fondled by Jill, her delicate hands moving up and down his engorged flesh. It felt so good as her hands felt like satin against his sensitive parts. He moaned and it prompted her to go on. Gladys got so turned on with Pierre’s reaction that she went wilder. She slid his cock inside her mouth, imagining herself to be a paid whore servicing this guy----forgetting for a moment that he is her husband. She deep throated him and sucked his dick sensually, like never before. Her imagination went wilder and wilder as his groans became louder and louder. She shifted positions and rubbed her breasts against his member, loving the feel of his hardness against her softness. She didn’t know what got her so heated up, all she remembered was that she rubbed pure Black Musk Oil against her body, totally forgetting about the apothecary’s warning that it can fire up a woman unlike no other. She straddled him, tempting him with her wetness, rubbing her juices against his thighs.

Pierre pictured riding him while his cock slid slowly inside her. It felt so good. She’s wet and tight and young and she rode him fast. Her breasts bounce with her every move, her hair all over her face. She ground her hips all over him, rubbing his cock against the walls of her flesh. She gripped his shoulders for support as she used the power of her legs to torture him, her pelvic muscles gripping against his dick as she rode him. She moaned against his ear and urged him to go faster, which he did. “Don’t stop...Don’t stop... I’m coming!!!!” With that, he released his seed in one swift explosion and imagined coming all over Jill’s face. Gladys sagged on top of him with a smile on her face, thinking it was the best sex ever.

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Gladys woke up early to prepare an elaborate brunch for Pierre and Malik. It was a beautiful Sunday morning and thinking about last night made her feel so energized. It’s a bummer that she had to leave for Chicago for a ribbon cutting ceremony of one of her business partners, especially now that Pierre had turned into this passionate tiger. The table is filled with bagels, fresh fruit salad, pancakes, frankfurters, eggs, avocado salad and breakfast steak. Although she owns a number of restaurants, she’s not much into gourmet. The entire family loves brunch food though so she makes it a point to make an elaborate brunch whenever she can. The doorbell rang. She smiled. It must be Jill.

She opened the door and let her in. “Thank God you could come! I am sorry for the short notice and I am sorry if I got in the way of your great weekend.” Jill shook her head. “It’s no big deal, Gladys. I am not that busy.” Mrs. Whales took her hand and led her in the kitchen. “Come join us for brunch. I cooked lots.”

Jill sat beside Malik and took a bagel, some sausages, and fruits. The food was delicious and surprisingly enough, she no longer felt self conscious even though Mr. Whales was there. To be perfectly honest, there was no tension on her part whatsoever. Thinking about how Gladys almost caught them made her shiver. After brunch, Gladys asked Jill to join her for a few minutes at the master’s bedroom. “I’ve something to show you.”, she said with a wink. She followed her and almost gasped as she walked inside the bedroom. There were like dozens and dozens of paper bags from all sorts of designer shops. There were beautifully wrapped boxes of different sizes and it took every inch of her not to giggle in awe. “These arrived yesterday. Since you’ve been very good to Malik and to us, I decided to shop for you. I guessed at most of the sizes---but when it comes to clothes and shoes, Darling, I am never wrong. Come check these out!”

Jill opened the packages one after the other. There were dresses, designer tops, some great fitting skinny jeans, about 6 pairs of shoes, NARS make up, and skincare products from Decleor. “Wow. I don’t know what to say, Mrs. Whales...”