Steve Golden - Horny little babysitter

Back in her bedroom, she spent a delicious hour and a half in front of her full-length mirror, trying on the flimsy articles and squatting and pouting on her bed like the girls in the magazine pictures. She made up her eyes with heavy blue shadow and painted her lips with purple gloss.

She'd bought a black lace bra that held up her tits and separated them nicely. The only unusual thing was, it had no upper cups, so that her tits were harnessed beneath, but completely bare on top, swelled up and out like squashed balloons. It made her tits look even bigger, and her nipples even longer.

Then there were the garter belts and stockings. She'd bought several, in matching shades, and she tried on first one, then another combination in an effort to look most whorish. Her favorite turned out to be the red garter belt with the light-gray stockings, and the all-black combination with tiny red tassles. Her pussy grew wet as she examined herself in the lewd outfits.

Kelly had a babysitting assignment that evening, her first in some time. She decided to wear the weird underthings, even though she might not get a chance to show them off. It would feel so kinky, she was sure.

And it did. While she stood there getting her instructions from Mr. and Mrs. Purcell, her heart was fluttering. She loved the feel of the sheer stockings against her thighs, the snug clasp of the garter belt around her waist. And she knew that though she wore a bra, her long stiff nipples were clearly visible through her tight dress.

She hoped she would have some effect on Mr. Purcell, and she seemed to. But he was with his wife, and there was little he could do, even if he wanted to. He was young and handsome, Kelly noted, with green eyes and a trim beard. His wife looked at Kelly with a disapproving gaze, and the teenager got the impression this was the first and last time she would be asked to babysit here.

She waved them off from the front door a little sadly, wishing that she could have gotten Mr. Purcell alone, as she'd managed to do with other men on previous occasions. She was sure she could have turned him on. She badly wanted to show off her sexy underwear. She wanted to see some man's reaction.

Within half an hour, she got her chance. She saw Mr. Purcell's car re-enter the driveway, heard the bump of a door below as he entered the basement from the carport. She almost rushed down the stairs to meet them, but stopped halfway down to regain her composure and watch him coolly as he moved toward her around the pool table.

"Mr. Purcell! What… I thought you were at the party," she muttered. She looked very young and beautiful as she stood there clasping the stair tail.

"I sneaked away for a while. I had to come back to see you," he admitted. He stopped a few feet from her, at the foot of the stairs. He was breathing heavily and seemed very tense.

"See me?" she gasped, pretending innocence. She suddenly felt very foolish. Here she had him right where she wanted him, and now she wasn't sure of the next move.

He took one step toward her and solved her problem. Grasping the hem of her dress in both hands, he began raising it, slowly, so that bit by bit her lovely slender legs were exposed in their sheer nylon stockings. She stood very still on the stairs, letting him do as he wished. Her tits rose and fell with her heavy breathing.

"I don't believe it. I haven't seen a real live girl wearing stockings in years," he wheezed. He had her dress up over her waist now, and he didn't stop there. Up and up he forced the dress, till it was up around her head and she was wriggling prettily to free herself from it.

"Do you like them? Do they make me look like a whore?" Kelly asked.

He had tossed the dress aside and she stood there wearing nothing but the lewd underwear.

"Actually they do, and I like it," he smiled. "Maybe it's because you're not wearing any panties, though."

Kelly blushed. It was true. She had left off her panties, just like the girls in the magazines. She didn't want anything to interfere with her garter belt and stockings. Now Mr. Purcell was staring right between her legs and all he was seeing between the slender straps was the tufted gash of her cunt.

"There's something about a garter belt and stockings," he went on admiringly. "They're so fucking sexy. And where did you get that crazy bra?"

Kelly was about to answer him but he began running his fingers up the dry crackly surface of her stockings. She whimpered and her knees buckled under her. His hands snaked around under her ass cheeks to support her. His face came nearer and nearer her lovely hair-lined pussy.

"I want to eat you so bad," he croaked. And suddenly he was doing just that, snuffling his mouth down on her crotch hair and soggy cunt lips.

"Yes! Oh yes!" she moaned, spreading her legs and forcing her pussy against his probing mouth. "Eat me! Please, eat me!"

She clutched the stair rail tightly and let herself down onto the steps till her head and shoulders were supporting her. She raised her legs and wrapped them around Purcell's brawny shoulders. And he clutched her naked ass cheeks and held her pink pussy up to his mouth like a slice of melon. He nibbled at her oozing cunt lips.

"Oh God! Oh God!" she whimpered. His tongue was deep inside her fuckhole now and he was swirling it around quickly.

There's nothing like fresh and sweet-smelling teenage cunt, he thought, prying her pussylips apart with his fingertips. Young stuff, dressed up like a whore, her mouth and eyes painted up, spread-eagled there for him on the stairs. It was as close to heaven as he wanted to get. The only thing better would be her mouth on his cock.

Quickly he lifted up off her, his chin already greasy. He unzipped his pants and thrust them down, along with his shorts. He stepped from the tangle and peeled off his jacket and shirt.

His cock, half-hard, sprang outward between his legs. The prickhead pointed directly at her cunt gash.

"What? Oh please!" she complained, her eyes rolling in panic. "Eat me! Eat my cunt! Oh please!"

He reached down for her, scooped her up in his arms, and hauled her off to the pool table, where he spread her out like a rich meal. While she stared up at him stupidly, he swung her around, hung her head off the edge of the table. He leaned down over her, his hands on her spread thighs, and sank his mouth back down on her gaping wet cunt.

"Yes! Ohhh! Your cock…" Kelly mumbled.

Purcell's prick was bumping about on her face, poking her in the eye, prodding her cheek. She reached for his cock with her hand, opened her mouth wide. And the thickening cock slid easily between her painted red lips.

Purcell pried her cunt lips apart again and began nipping and teasing her ragged pussy flesh. Great crinkly wet slabs of pussy skin were blooming from between her thick outer cunt lips. He pulled and tugged on the thick minks of cunt flesh. And he circled his tongue about inside her pussy slit in search of her clit. "Mmmmmfffff!" Kelly mumbled, her lips clamped tightly around the invading bulk of his cock. Her head hung upside down again, and her throat was perfectly aligned to take all of his straining prick.

He began fucking her face gently while he ate her pussy, easing his cock in and out slowly. He peeled back a layer of cunt flesh with his fingers and found the pink button of her clit. His tongue curled around her clit and he sucked it between his lips.

She moaned, half out of her mind with fucklust. Her pussy was tingling crazily.

She gazed up at the heavy swinging sac of his hairy balls. Each time he fucked his cock into her throat the pouch smacked her nose. She wished she'd had time to suck his balls. She loved licking a guy's balls almost as much as she enjoyed sucking his cock.

"Shiteroo!" Purcell gasped suddenly, raising his dripping chops from her pussy. "This is just too much. You're, one hot little bitch."