Selena Kitt - Babysitting the Baumgartners

The girl sucked her lollipop again, arching her back and looking over her shoulder at the older man fucking her. She made a little pout with her lips and asked in that same breathy, high voice, “Do you like fucking the babysitter, Mr. Smith?”

Doc groaned out loud, and I saw him squeeze the tip of his cock again until it turned bright red. His hips moved, his head back and his eyes closed. “He loves fucking the babysitter, sweetheart!” I heard Doc murmur, opening his eyes again halfway.

He used his palm to rub the wet head of his cock. I flushed, wondering if he was thinking about me. The girl on the screen looked a little like me-the dark hair and eyes, the slender body and small breasts. The thought made me desperate to touch myself. I tried rubbing the seam of my jeans over my clit, but it was just a tease. I needed more stimulation. I stood on the step, balancing as I slid my cutoffs and panties off.

My fingers slid through the slippery, wet folds of flesh of my pussy, so soft and smooth. I could open my legs now, and I did, shifting to lean back against the wall at a better angle to see both Doc and the screen. I spread and pulled on my lips as I watched the babysitter who looked a little like me get fucked by that great big cock.

The girl was on top of him now, a jerky transition as she sat on his cock, facing the camera, her movements uncoordinated and unsure. He grabbed her hips, putting her legs up, and gripped her ass, fucking her from underneath. His motion was fluid, fast and hard, making her moan, her tiny breasts bouncing up and down.

“Yeah!” Doc moaned at the television, his hand speeding up. “Fuck her good.”

I slipped my fingers inside of my pussy, staring at Doc’s stiff cock. It was swollen and red, and although it paled in comparison to the enormous thing on the screen, it was real flesh, engorged with blood, being pumped just ten feet from me. I could hear the sound of it, the slap and shuffle of his hand from base to tip.

I teased my clit with my fingers, rubbing it in circles. I was already so wet I could feel my juices slipping down the crack of my ass. That was one thing about being shaved-there was nothing there to impede the flow. My panties were wet all the time now.

“Mr. Smith, what are you doing!” the pigtailed girl gasped. I watched as he turned her over, his wet fingers probing her asshole. I stared, stunned, open mouthed.

“Yeahhhh,” Doc moaned, moving his hips lower on the sofa. “Fuck that tight little asshole.” Shocked, I stared at the screen where that enormous cock was easing into a place it never should have even thought about going.

Horrified, I didn’t think, I just reacted-I gasped out loud.

Doc turned his head toward the stairs, and I knew he could see me through the banister, my shorts off, my legs spread. I sat for a moment, paralyzed, and so did he, our eyes locking.

Then, I grabbed my cutoffs and ran upstairs to my room. I heard him following me and I slammed my door, mortified, burying my face in my pillow.

“Ronnie?” He opened my door without knocking. “I didn’t know you were here.”

“Go away!” I moaned into my pillow. I hadn’t even had time to put my shorts back on.

“It’s okay,” he said, his voice reassuring. “You don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“Go away,” I moaned again, shaking my head.

“You’re beautiful, Ronnie.” I turned my face a little, listening. “Did it feel good?” he asked after a moment. “Touching yourself like that?”

My pussy was still wet and aching to be touched. “Yes,” I admitted.

“It feels good when I do it, too,” he said. “It’s normal, you know. Totally natural.”

I nodded, hugging my pillow. “I know.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, but I heard a sound that had become familiar to me-his hand slipping up and down the length of his cock.

I rolled over, and sure enough, he was standing there in my doorway, his jeans down over his hips, stiff cock in his hand.

“Doc…” I lifted my eyes to his. If I’d thought he was looking at me with lust the other day on the beach…suffice it to say that now I knew what real lust looked like. His eyes darkened with it as they moved over my body, focusing between my legs.

“It feels good,” he murmured, and I shifted my gaze back down to his hand as it moved faster. “Don’t you want to keep touching yourself?”

I made a noise, half moan, half whimper, nodding.

“Spread your legs for me, Ronnie.” He squeezed the head again. “Please?”

I hesitated, seeing his eyes focused between my thighs, the look in them making me feel faint. He looked like he could eat me alive.

“Go ahead,” he said, and I heard his breath coming faster. Mine was, too. “I won’t touch you or do anything, I promise. I just want to see you.”

I opened for him, my knees up and falling to the side. He groaned, his hand moving rapidly.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his face almost pained as he looked at me. “Will you pull up your shirt and let me see all of you?”

I swallowed, nodding, squirming under his gaze as I slipped my t-shirt off and undid the front hook on my bra, letting it fall open. I leaned back on my elbows now, completely nude.

He let out a slow breath through pursed lips, shaking his head. “Do you know how much I want you?”

I shook my head, blushing, feeling how much as he looked at me, seeing it in the red throbbing of the cock in his hand.

“If you don’t mind, I’m going to keep doing this,” he murmured, pumping, that slick sound filling the room. “Mostly because you’re so fucking beautiful I can’t stop…”

I stared, my mouth a little open, my eyes half-closed, aching all over.

“But what I really want is to see you touch yourself,” he whispered, his eyes between my legs. “I want to see you come. Would you do that for me?”

I blushed, feeling a heat creeping over my cheeks and my chest, but I slipped my hand between my thighs. He nodded his encouragement, leaning against the door frame and groaning when I spread my lips open with my fingers, looking for my clit.

His reaction made me bolder and I used both hands, pulling my lips apart, showing him. He made a noise in his throat, his hand flying up and down his shaft now. I used my fingers to rub my clit, moaning a little as I circled it faster and faster. I was so excited now, I was dripping wet.

“Good girl,” he breathed, and I watched him, too, the sound of our labored breathing filling the room. He moved a little further into the doorway, his eyes burning between my thighs.

“Oh, Doc,” I moaned, using my palm to rub my nipple, making it hard, sending shivers through me. It felt so good I could barely breathe.

“Yes,” he murmured, taking a few more steps toward my bed, looking down at me. His hand was a blur over his shaft, but I could still see the red tip, wet with pre-cum.

“Oh, God,” I gasped, rocking my hips, arching, pulling at my nipples and twisting them as I played with my clit. “My pussy feels so good.”

He groaned, standing beside the bed now. I could have reached out and touched his cock, and I wanted to, but didn’t dare. I looked up at him and saw he was staring at my fingers, moving back and forth in my wetness, now, teasing my clit toward release.

“Doc, I’m close,” I whispered, feeling that sweet ache reaching a delicious peak, the hot friction of my fingers driving me upward fast. He nodded, squeezing the head of his cock again, and this time I could see it actually throbbing between his fingers, the tip leaking a clear, thick fluid.

“Come on,” he growled, and he started stroking again, aiming his cock toward where my fingers were massaging my pussy, fast and furious now. I was breathless and gasping, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out as the first wave of my orgasm washed over me.