Nick Eastwood - Babysitter in heat

Even in her wildest fantasies, Tracy couldn't have predicted what would happen next time she fucked a man. She wasn't even expecting it! She figured it was just another routine babysitting job, especially when she met George Baxter.

She'd never sat for the Baxters before. They seemed like a pleasant but dull couple, Mrs. Baxter in her late thirties and Mr. Baxter in his forties. He was a big burly guy, and he was starting to get bald on top. He was old enough to be Tracy's father. She didn't even consider him as a possible lover. He didn't seem to consider her, either – he hardly gave her a second glance.

It wasn't until the Baxters got home, just after midnight, that things started to develop. Tracy had fallen asleep on the couch, and she hardly stirred when she heard them come in. She could hear what they were saying, though.

"I'm exhausted. George," Mrs. Baxter yawned. "I'm going right to bed. Could you pay the sitter and take her home?"

"Sure, honey," George boomed. "Why don't you take one of your pills and get a really good night's sleep? I'll feed the kids in the morning."

"That's sweet of you, darling," she said. "Good night."

Tracy sat up and yawned. She waited for Mr. Baxter to come and pay her, but he didn't. What was keeping him? Could he possibly be waiting to make sure his wife was sound asleep? That didn't seem likely. A nice old guy like Mr. Baxter surely wouldn't entertain any thoughts about getting it on with the babysitter. Or would he? Tracy waited and wondered. George Baxter finally walked into the living room fifteen minutes later.

"Oh, you're awake now," he said. "Hope the kids didn't give you a hard time."

"No, they were fine, Mr. Baxter," Tracy said. "Good," he said, sitting down next to her. "How much do we owe you?"

"Five dollars will do it," Tracy said.

He looked at her intently, his eyes running quickly over her curvy little body. "How about ten?" he said.

"What?" Tracy said. "You don't owe me that much, Mr. Baxter."

"I meant five for the babysitting and five for something else," he said. He was looking hungrily at her tits, which poked out saucily under her tigh jersey.

Tracy was beginning to catch on. She felt a sudden heat and moistening in her ever-horny pussy. "What do you mean, something else?" she said softly.

George Baxter inched closer to her till their thighs were touching. She saw now that he had an enormous bulge in his pants. It looked like the biggest hard-on she'd ever seen. She didn't find the guy very sexy, but that giant cock was something else. Suddenly her pussy was burning with need. Hot sticky cunt cream drenched the crotch of her panties.

"I'll give you five bucks if you'll let me look your tits," Baxter said hoarsely.

Big fucking deal, Tracy thought with disappointment. Then she realized that this little game could go a lot farther if she wanted it to. She could be enjoying George Baxter's huge hard cock if she played it right. She decided to go on acting innocent and see how far he'd try to go. It sounded like great fun. She smiled shyly at him.

"Well, I sure could use the money," she said, "and I guess looking wouldn't hurt anything."

"Good girl," he leered.

He got his wallet and handed her a ten-dollar bill which she put into her purse. She was getting more hotly excited by the second. Baxter pushed her skin-tight jersey up out of the way, then reached around her and unhooked her little bikini bra. His hands were hot, sweaty, and quivering with lust. He pushed up her bra and gawked at her perfectly firm, round tits and her large, light-pink nipples.

"Jesus, kid, you got beautiful jugs," he sighed. "Thank you, Mr. Baxter," Tracy said sweetly. He swallowed hard, his eyes glued to her luscious naked tits. "Listen," he said hoarsely, "just let me feel 'em a little. I promise I won't try anything."

Tracy could barely contain her glee. "Well, all right," she said, trying to sound doubtful.

"Honest, kid, I promise," Baxter moaned. He had big hands, and they closed greedily over Tracy's supple young tits. She almost flinched with excitement, then checked herself, as his moist scalding-hot palms pressed her tits and nipples. A big gush of cunt juice soaked her panty crotch. Baxter groaned and began molding and kneading fistfuls of silky throbbing tit. She could see that he was going out of his mind with need.

"Awwww, Jesus, what swell tits," he sighed. Tracy knew be wouldn't keep his promise, and sure enough, in another second he was bending low, hoisting up her firm ripe tits and licking the big cone-shaped pink nipples. This time she couldn't suppress a lusty shiver. His big, hot juicy tongue felt so good on her sensitive tits. He felt her shivering and looked up at her eagerly.

"You liked that, kid?" he panted. "Feel good to you?"

"Mmmmmmm. Yes," Tracy sighed.

Naturally he wanted to get her hot for him. He dipped his head again quickly and sucked one erect nipple into his mouth. Tracy moaned, letting him know that she was getting aroused. He started sucking loudly and hungrily on her nipples, and hot pleasure snaked right down to her helplessly creaming pussy. He sucked at both her tender nipples, darting from one to the other.

Tracy was achingly horny, but she also enjoyed teasing. "Mr. Baxter," she gasped. "You're getting me too excited. You better stop."

She heard him groan as he released her rigid throbbing nipple. His cock had to be achingly hard by now, straining in the confinement of his pants. He sat up and stared at her, his eyes glassy with need. He ogled her lovely young tits and licked his lips.

"Look, kid," he said hoarsely, "I'll give you ten more bucks if you'll let me see you naked."

Tracy stifled a snort of amusement. He sure as hell wasn't going to confine himself to looking. She was really starting to enjoy this teasing game. She gave him an innocent but doubting look.

"Well, I don't know." She said. "I really would like to have the money, but…"

"Hey, I promise," he eagerly interrupted. "All I'm gonna do is look. Here's the money."

He produced another ten-dollar bill, which Tracy primly tucked away in her purse. Trying to look as innocent as possible, she drew off her rumpled skirt and bra, then unzipped her jeans. Baxter's Adam's apple was bobbing up and down, and sweat was starting to bead on his balding head. He could barely contain himself as she slipped out of her jeans and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her tiny bikini panties.

"Oh, Jesus," he murmured, "oh, Lord."

Tracy inched her panties down with tantalizing slowness. Golden pussy curls began to pop into view, and George Baxter licked his lips and moaned softly. She tugged the panties over the small rounds of her ass, then slid them gradually down her glossy golden muff. She watched the enormous bulge of his fly and saw it twitch. She tugged her panties all the way off.

For a moment she thought he was going to come in his pants. His face got flushed and sweaty, and his breathing was harsh and loud. He started to say something, but the only sound that came out was a hoarse croak. Tracy struggled to conceal her lusty excitement. George Baxter was obviously dying to fuck her.

"Look, kid," he finally managed to say.

"Yes, Mr. Baxter?" Tracy said innocently. "Don't you have a good enough view? You want me to stand up?"

"N-No," he stammered, "I, uh, well, could you show me your pussy? Just lie back and spread your legs a little?"

"Oh, okay," Tracy chirped.

She leaned back against the arm of the couch and spread her legs wide, bending her knees. Her ripe red gash was pointed at Baxter. His mouth dropped open. He stared and stared at the swollen wet flesh and its delicate fringe of golden curls. Tracy wondered if he could see the steady, helpless trickle of cream coming from her cunt hole.