Horny Babysitter

Talk about the worst date night ever. Marie, my wife, started drinking from the get-go way too early, and by dessert, she was smashed. I mean, I get it. We have triplets and they are a handful, but this was supposed to be our anniversary and she drank it away. I was slightly drunk but nowhere near her level, nor could I get there as now I was paying a babysitter to watch triplets while I babysat my wife.

She stumbled out of the taxi door and almost face-planted into the snow. I sighed and hoisted her up by one arm and walked her into the house. Joss, our babysitter was sitting on the couch with three passed out toddlers. Thank god, at least they were out. She began to turn off the TV but I shook my head.

“Could you stay a little later? I’ve got to get her into bed.”

Joss, a gorgeous girl with high cheekbones, a wide smile and willowy ballet dancers figure nodded.

“Sure. I’ll get the boys into bed.”

“Thanks, doll.” Doll? Shit, maybe I was drunk. She blushed but then started to slowly lift the toddlers while I slowly lifted my wife into bed. Marie was still beautiful don’t get me wrong. Big tits and what use to be an hour-glass bod with long dark hair, she was Latina and we always used to have the best sex together. Lately, not so much. Which is what tonight was SUPPOSED to be about. I sighed as I undressed her and helped her into bed. Then I got on top of her on a whim. If she wasn’t going to be present tonight, then so be it, I could still get off real quick. Unzipping my slacks I popped my cock out and felt for her hole. I was semi-hard but hardened as I began to pump into her. She was my wife and I was going to get laid. Her body rocked beneath me, big tits bouncing with my movements. But she was unconscious. so sexy purrs, or moans, just my passed out wife with a semi-dry cunt.

I felt completely unsatisfied but still incredibly horny. I began to take care of myself, lathering some bedside lotion on my shaft and rubbing my 9inches to relief. As I pumped away my mind quickly wandered from my wife to Joss in the other room. I pictured her lean body naked, pink lips in an O as I slid into her firm ass or wet slit. It became maddening. My head becoming intoxicated by the thought, and probably the booze I drank earlier as well. Pre-cum drizzled down—*knock*knock*

“Mr. Olson?” Joss’s sweet, quiet voice. “I have a test in the morning…”

I gasped at her saying my name, but also panicked as the door creaked open. I jumped up but too late, Joss saw me before quickly closing the door, I heard footsteps move quickly down the hall. I pressed my still hard cock into my pants and moved after her into the living room. She was seated on the couch, head in hands as I came out. I started to apologize but she began first.

“Mr. Olson, I’m so sorry. I—I shouldn’t have come into your room like that.” She seemed so apologetic, so flustered. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes wide, she had obviously never seen a dick before that was for certain. It gave me a sort of sick satisfaction that mine was the first she’d ever seen. Without thinking I brushed a lock of hair from her face. My voice came out lower than I expected as I said,

“No. You probably shouldn’t have.”

Before I knew it, I had pulled her face to mine and began kissing her. She tensed and then pulled away. ??“Mr. Olson!”

Her lips had been so god damned soft. Like kissing, plush rose petals. I looked her up and down in my drunk and horny stupor. She was breathing heavily, her neck and collar bone leading to her chest. Perky breasts rose and fell as I leered at them greedily. Her petite frame tightly coiled from my advances. She looked fresh and alive, the exact opposite of the tired woman in the other room. I finally roved back up to her eyes which had a mix of fear and confusion. She saw me staring, and she was unsure of what to do next. So I made the next move for her.

I leaned in again, but this time my hand locked on the back of her head so she couldn’t turn or pull away. My other hand grasped her small waist and pulled her towards my erection. She jerked away but it was no use. I leaned into her, pinning her to the couch with my body. My cock was out and ready in moments. One hand still holding her head as I kissed her mouth, her ear, her neck. The other undid her jean shorts letting her small kicks ease the process of getting them off. I got her shorts and panties down to her knees before leaving them be. With the ease of experience, my cock lined up with her perfect shaved slit and pressed the dip of my dick in to greet her.

“No!” she gasped, tearing her face away to breathe out her protests. “Please!”

I ignored her as I pushed further. Grabbing her hips for more leverage. She was pinned now by my weight and the urgency of my cock slowly inserting its way into her tight body. I allowed myself to look down at her. I couldn’t help but give her a predatory grin as my instincts took over, my cock swelled at her vain attempts to get loose.

Just as I had pictured, her perfect pink lips parted into a gasp as I pierced her hymen. She couldn’t even manage a full cry due to the pain I was inflicting by impaling her with my cock. Her pussy was tight and hugged at my shaft, greedily accepting each deeper penetration. This was made all the tighter by her legs being bound together by her shorts and underwear. I continued fucking her, watching her face screw up in pain and pleasure, panting with each deep thrust.

“Puh-uh-uh-le-ee-ease” she tried. I allowed myself to think she was begging for more, though it was probably for mercy. I was now sliding in and out of her pussy with a ferocity I didn’t know was possible. My hard and swollen cock bashing into her cervix with its length against her small frame. I briefly pulled out and she was immobilized, truly like prey. I raked my hands over her waist and torso, pushing up her shirt to reveal a lace white bra. I dragged that off her as well and was rewarded by beautiful perky, tits with pink hardened nipples. I mauled them with my mouth and she cried out at their tendered state being licked and suckled.

I lifted her with ease and lay her face up on the coffee table. She was perfect, firm, and yet deliciously supple. White blond hair tousled across the table and she stirred and groaned, a dazed creature still trying to put up a fight. I lifted her legs to rest on my shoulders and began fucking her on my knees, the table keeping her perfectly elevated for each plunge. For minutes all there was was the rock of the table, her small gasps, and the wet slap of me going balls deep into her virgin pussy.

I held off as long as I could, pulling out for the finale and spurting my juices all over her tits. Massaging them into her skin like a lotion, pinching and pulling on her beautiful breasts as I went.

Joss lay there, eyes closed and tears cascading down her gorgeous cheeks. She was inhuman in her beauty in that moment. I took out my phone and snapped a few shots. Then I pulled my wallet out and tossed a couple hundred dollar bills on her. My cum making the bills slightly stick to her tits. I walked away, letting her see herself out and collapsed in bed next to my wife, too drunk to care what the next day might bring. All I could think was, thank God for babysitters.

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