Then his tongue met hers, and she almost gasped in surprise. His tongue was smooth and moved expertly, like it had a purpose and knew what it wanted. She parted her lips even more, and his tongue ran all over the inside of her mouth, leaving no part untouched. Something gushed from her down there. She was very aroused now. In her mind’s eye, she could see the growing spot right between the crotch of her panties. The stuff was sticky but fresh, and Mr. Potter was licking the juice right off her panties then right off her swollen pussy.
She moaned too loudly. Realizing her mistake, she stopped kissing him and kept an ear out for any movement from her mother’s bedroom. She heard a snore in response, and she relaxed. Her mother was very sound asleep, it seemed. Time to resume her action with Mr. Potter.
He kissed her deeply again. His hand slid inside her pajama top and settled on her flat stomach. His hand felt warm against her flesh, and something gushed from her pussy again. Andrea arched her back. She wanted his hand to move up and higher, right into her breasts. Her twins were begging to be touched and caressed. Plus her sleeping nipples were waking up now. She wasn’t wearing any bra beneath her pajama top. She realized with regret she shouldn’t have worn any panties too.
Mr. Potter slid his hand up her chest and grabbed one of Andrea’s tits. She moaned softly. It felt so good. His touch always felt incredible. She saw he was looking down at her with a smile she couldn’t quite read.
“Is this what you want, Andrea?” he asked in a low voice. His thumb flicked over her sensitive nipple, and she had to suppress a gasp. His thumb moved again, firmer and faster this time. Her nipples now stood up, nubs as erect as soldiers. Mr. Potter kept flicking them with his thumbs. His other hand was on her other breast now. His hands began to move. He groped and fondled Andrea’s tits eagerly, like a child exploring a new toy. Andrea arched her back even more, encouraging him to grab as much breast meat as he liked, which he eventually did but not before he almost ripped her pajama top open. Now she was naked from the waist up beneath him.
Mr. Potter looked down at her bare torso. He removed his hands from her breasts and just stared at her.
“You’re lovely, Andrea,” he murmured, stroking her shoulder as he spoke.
“I’m yours, Mr. Potter,” she answered. “I’m yours. I’m your fuck toy. Play with your fuck toy now.”
Her words seemed to set off some hidden alarm in him. Mr. Potter attacked her. Andrea squealed as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. God, for a man so trim, he was extremely powerful! He buried his face on her breast, sucking and pulling frantically at her tits. She kept her mouth clamped shut, giving off small moans every now and then. Much as she wanted to, she couldn’t cry out loud, not if she wanted to wake her mother up.
So she squirmed and wiggled as he had her way with her twins. The wet sensation between her thighs was growing now. She suspected her thighs were already wet with some of her juices, but there was no way of knowing that, was there? She wanted him to be over with her chest already and get down on her right there. She let him know her sentiments by raising her hips as well and pushing and rubbing against his crotch. She felt the solid bulge beneath his jeans during every rub. It excited her. She imagined what it would feel like to have his cock inside her. It looked like she didn’t have to wait too long to find out, anyway.
Mr. Potter got the message of Andrea’s rubbing and bucking. He stopped sucking on her nipple and looked up at her.
“Mr. Potter, I want you down there,” Andrea said, and bit her lower lip. She didn’t know how he would react to her request.
Mr. Potter removed one hand from her wrists and ran a finger down his cheek. “A bit impatient, aren’t we?” he asked in a low tone. “Mr. Potter, I’m so wet,” Andrea confessed in a whisper.
Mr. Potter chuckled at her direct confession. “That is why I like you, Andrea,” he said, and gave her a peck on the cheek before he removed his hand from her wrists, freeing her. She lowered her arms right away, moving them here and there as his hands found the waistband of her pajama bottoms and lowered it down her legs.
His eyes widened as they came upon her soaked cotton panties. She saw his reaction and blushed slightly. She was embarrassed to be caught like this, but she was also proud because it showed how much she wanted him. She was now clad in only her panties. He was still in his jeans, but he must’ve read her thoughts because he slid them down a few moments later.
Andrea saw Mr. Potter was wearing nothing underneath his jeans. She gave off a choked cry, her voice thick with desire. He heard her and looked at her. He was completely naked now. She still had her panties on, but she might as well be naked now.
“I had no idea you were so wet,” Mr. Potter said.
“Only for you, Mr. Potter,” Andrea said shyly.
Mr. Potter climbed on top of her and kissed her passionately on the lips. She responded with the same passion and threw her arms around his neck. She felt his dick grow harder and longer through the soaked cloth of her panties. His tongue penetrated her mouth, and she let it. She wrapped his tongue with her lips and sucked on it softly. He groaned and began to fondle her breasts.
They were in a sitting position. Again Andrea encircled her legs around Mr. Potter’s trim waist. He grabbed her on the buttocks and pulled her closer to him. His hands clawed madly at her remaining underwear, digging deep beneath it until they were inside the thin cloth. He grabbed a handful of her bottom and squeezed hard. She made a low sound. He grabbed another handful and squeezed harder. She moaned again and shut her eyes.
Mr. Potter’s hands made their way from her buttocks to her dripping pussy. For Andrea, the amount of fluid she was excreting was crazy. Was she really that turned on? Yes, yes, she was. As soon as his fingers touched the tender folds of her labia, she let go of her inhibitions and cried out loud. She no longer gave a shit if her mother walked in and happened to find her and Mr. Potter getting down and dirty. This was her imagination, anyway, her world. In Andrea’s world, her mother wouldn’t get up and interrupt her fantastic mental lovemaking with the world’s best babysitting boss. No, sir, it just won’t happen.
She gave another loud cry as Mr. Potter’s fingers slipped inside her crack. Two or three fingers, she wasn’t sure. She was too lubricated to feel even a bare hint of friction right inside her cunt. No, his fingers inside her weren’t enough. She wanted something solid, something hard, something that can cause her to scream out loud with crazy pleasure.
Andrea wanted Mr. Potter’s cock inside her dripping-wet pussy.
She lay back on her bed and placed her ankles on his shoulders. He got the hint right away. He lowered his head until it was over her pussy. She wound her fingers around her hair and gave him the gentlest of tugs. She wanted him right now. The feeling was urgent, and she wanted to let him know she could no longer wait.
The feel of Mr. Potter’s tongue inside her cunt was heaven to Andrea. She couldn’t stop from moaning as he thrust his tongue inside her slit again and again. His tongue was darting in and out of her like a snake’s. She bent her knees and opened her legs wider to give him better access to her organ. His face was positively buried in her vagina now. His hands made their way to her buttocks, where they squeezed endlessly.
Mr. Potter lightly ran his tongue over her engorged clitoris. The sensation was incredible, and it left Andrea reeling. She gasped out loud, and her fingers wound tighter on Mr. Potter’s hair. She tugged, and again he licked her clit. She shivered. She was at the mercy of her sensations now. She had no idea how to make them stop, not that she wanted to, of course.
Mr. Potter licked and sucked on her pussy again and again. Andrea kept moaning and gushing forth fluids from her most private cave. Her juices weren’t leaking down her thighs, though, because he was licking them off at every chance he got. Every lick caused her to shudder. She was going to come soon now, she was certain.
Now he rose up on all fours. She looked at him in awe. His face was covered with her body fluids. Yet h
e didn’t appear to mind. In fact, he appeared to like it. He buried his face on her breasts this time, rubbing off the sticky substance from his face to her tits. Once most of the substance was on her chest, he leaned down and licked them right off. Then he planted his lips on hers again. She was amazed. She tasted herself in his mouth, and again, she was incredibly turned on.
Mr. Potter abruptly broke their kiss. Still on all fours, he adjusted his position over her until their hips were almost level. This was the moment she had been yearning for, Andrea realized. Mr. Potter was going to get his grand cock inside her now. She opened her legs, and upon seeing the welcome signal, Mr. Potter plunged right in.
Andrea felt like she was being ripped apart. She was still very wet, but because Mr. Potter was so huge, she felt every inch of him. He slid out of her wet organ, only to thrust back inside her again. She screamed again. The pain was incredible! But the ripping sensation was appealing in an odd sort of way. He kept pounding right into her, and she found the pain was slowly being replaced by pleasure. Now she was starting to like it.
Andrea moved her hips in time with Mr. Potter’s thrusts. The bedsprings squeaked. The smell of sweat and come filled the air. Everything was silent save for the creaking bed and their quick, harsh breathing. She, for her part, was relieved. Mr. Potter had finally taken her. Of course they weren’t going to end up together, but that was the least of her concern now. She had given herself to Mr. Potter, and he had received her eagerly, giving her a part of him in return as well. As he pounded away on top of her, Andrea gazed lovingly at her babysitting boss’s profile. He was just so lovely to look at. She felt lucky at getting to snag a man like him in bed.
“You’re lovely, Mr. Potter,” Andrea said. Her shivers were coming at more regular intervals now. The pleasure she was feeling was building and intensifying. Another minute or two, and she was going to literally cream her bed.
Mr. Potter answered her by sliding his penis out from Andrea’s pussy and thrusting it into her mouth instead. She was taken by surprise, she almost forgot to breathe. Again she tasted her own fluids, from Mr. Potter’s dick, inside her mouth. She opened her mouth wider to take in as much of him as possible. When she was comfortable with how much flesh she was holding in her mouth, she settled into a more comfortable position and began to suck on his cock tenderly, with one hand holding his enormous penis steady while the other played with her own clitoris down there.
With his organ right inside Andrea’s mouth, Mr. Potter bounced up and down. Andrea wanted to take in some more of his rod inside her mouth, but she was inexperienced in that area, and she didn’t want to make a fool of herself. Not now, not at this heavy moment when they were almost to the point of climaxing, and maybe even together. Not that it mattered, but Andrea had always been a sucker for romantic stories. She knew she was being silly, thinking of romance when she sucking on her boss’s cock, for Pete’s sake. But that was—
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A shrill honking sound broke through Andrea’s thoughts, and she started. For a moment, she didn’t know where she was, what she was doing. She looked around and saw she was on the Potters’ porch, sitting and waiting for Mr. Potter to arrive from work. She was supposed to be babysitting, really, but he cancelled thirty minutes before the usual schedule. She was initially disappointed, but he told her to still proceed to their house anyway. As she left her own house, Andrea knew right then and there Mr. Potter had something up his sleeve than just babysitting. Her pace quickened, and she had to stop herself from flying all the way to the Potters.
Now the moment had arrived. Andrea was there, Mr. Potter was home, and they were all alone. She suddenly remembered what she had been thinking while waiting for him to arrive. Her face burned as she realized she was thinking of them having sex right in her bedroom, with Mr. Potter sneaking in through her bedroom window and ravaging her while her mom slept and snored through the whole thing in the next bedroom. Unbelievable. She looked up and saw Mr. Potter was getting out of his car. She stood up to greet him, and she felt something very wet and sticky in her panties.
Andrea was dismayed. This was just like her in her daydream, but she was wearing shorts now in the real life instead of the pajama bottoms in her fantasy. Still, she didn’t like being soiled before their whole escapade even started. Mr. Potter would definitely approve of her being so wet before they even got any action done, but Andrea didn’t want him to think she was being too easy.
Yeah, right, Andrea thought.
Mr. Potter was now coming up the steps. In his white shirt and—surprise, surprise!—denim jeans, he looked young, fresh, and stunning. Just looking at the man was enough for Andrea to come right into her panties. But that didn’t happen, of course. She smiled up at Mr. Potter instead.
“Hi, Mr. Potter,” she said in a controlled voice, trying not to sound too perky or eager.
“Hey,” Mr. Potter answered back, and gave her a lopsided grin that almost had her shedding her clothes right there on the porch. He turned to the front door, unlocked it, and swung it open. He turned to her and tilted his head, telling her to get right inside.
Andrea nodded and stepped inside the Potters’ house. Mr. Potter shut the door behind her. The second the click! sounded, he pushed Andrea against the wall, pinned her hands above her head, and kissed her hungrily on the lips.
She responded with the same hungry passion.
And, of course, Andrea was delighted.
Sweet Anna Marie
Anna Marie is your ideal babysitter. The kids like her, she likes kids, and she has the patience to carry on the job. In fact, she enjoys babysitting so much that it shows. Many parents that have been her bosses in the past will never forget her impeccable service and the way she took care of kids. Aside from babysitting, Anna Marie is a young geek programmer. She’s the silent techie one and knows how to go around gadgets and stuff. She may be the young woman in pastel coloured cashmere sweaters and skinny jeans and red sneakers. However, when it comes to computers and wirings, she’s like a man-pro.
On the outside, parents would easily think that her love for kids is Anna Marie’s main driving force. What they do not know is that behind the charming smiles of this lady is a dangerous fetish. She’s a closet pervert. No, she does not prey on the fathers of her subjects. She also is not interested with the moms or any other members of the family. She gets her kick by prying on the sex lives of her bosses.
This fetish started when she worked as a babysitter for Mr. and Mrs. Edmonds. She happened to be at there house on a Sunday morning. While she was at the kitchen to get some diet Coke, she heard strange noises coming from the guest room a few steps away. She opened the door and saw Mr. Edmonds taking Mrs. Edmonds from behind. Anna Marie was still a virgin then and the whole thing came as a shock to her. Looking through a crack on the door, she had never felt so aroused in her whole life. She stood there, her glasses making her unable to see more closely. She saw Mr. Edmonds hands massage his wife’s tits and move in and out of her. It was like a hardcore porn movie. That evening when she got home, she stepped into the bath and soaked. As soon as she was dried and lying on her bed, she touched herself for the very first time. It was an incredible awakening for her. She lay in bed wearing only her chemise and started fondling her breasts. She propped her head on her pillows and turned off the lights so that her room was pitch dark.
Her hand started slowly, rubbing over the fullness of her breasts in gentle circular motions. The tip of he fingers lightly teased her nipples. The straps of her chemise slid down her arms, her hands more eager now. She moaned as she felt herself getting warm. She thought about Mr. Edmond’s cock as it entered Cara’s pussy, her breasts jiggling with his every thrust. She sighed as she felt her body respond. Her friend Michaela was right. Touching yourself can be totally blissful.
She reached on her bedside table and grabbed a tin of rose salve. She rubbed some salve on her breasts and started kneading them more intensely. She sighed as she felt all heated up, wanting mo
re. Her hands caressed her neck and face. Anna Marie loved the smell of roses and the smell of the salve got to her nerves. Raising the hem of her nightdress, she started rubbing her thighs, the salve going smoothly on her skin. She put a pillow under her butt and took a deep breath. She lightly caressed her kitty lips, allowing herself to build up the sensations. Spreading her legs, she rubbed herself to frenzy, still not getting enough. She put rolled down her skirt dress again and this time rubbed herself vigorously through the fabric. Oh, that was really good. The friction made her go really crazy and rubbed herself again, feeling her self secreting something hot and slick. The sudden gush of fluids took her by surprise. For the first time in her life, she felt like a woman.
With the way she was rubbing herself, she feels hornier by the second. Her other hand dug on the mattress while her toes cramped in anticipation. She felt as though her pussy has suddenly had a life of its own, pushing her beyond common sense and making her want to do things she has never done before. She removed her nightdress and tossed it on the floor. She spread her legs wide and pinched her clit lightly with the tips of her fingers.
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