Steve Golden - Open wide babysitter

"Cumming in your mouth! Cumming in your hot bitch mouth!" he groaned.

And as he stared down, a thick stream of silver spunk drooled from the corner of her mouth and dangled down from her chin in a long elastic strip. It hung in the air for a second before snapping across her forearm.

Her fist never stopped pumping. She held the cockhead and maybe an inch of shaft between her lips and let the hot jets of spunk spray the roof of her mouth and cascade down her throat. No sooner had one steaming jet shot off than another followed. And her neck bobbed crazily as she siphoned the hot cream down to her belly. More silver cum seeped from the corners of her mouth and dripped down her chin.

"Horny little cock-sucker! Two-timing bitch!" he growled, his prick flexing again and sending a knot of cum boiling down her gullet.

Patsy thought she was going to gag. Her throat was clogged to capacity with his steaming hot jizz. She tilted her head back, gaped her mouth wide, and let the jet spray where they wanted. Hot waxy jets hit her in the teeth and drooled down her soggy lips. More sprayed out on either side of her mouth, onto her cheeks. They dripped and drained off her jaw line like spilled milk.

"Ggglllggg?" she gurgled, gulping down as much as she could. Her tongue was buried under a white-wash of spunk. A thick pool had formed inside the oval of her wet lips.

His cock twitched. A thick jet of cum shot into her mouth. And another. And then he appeared to be through. Her fist still pumped him. She still yanked him steadily. But only a clear fluid oozed from his cockhead and dripped onto her tongue. And slowly her fist cased up on him till she was jerking him off with slow, relaxed movements.

"Gggllggg!" she gasped.

She kept her head tilted back, but now she opened her eyes and stared up at him. She seemed to be smiling at him, though it was hard to tell because she held her mouth open wide. She seemed proud of the huge load of spunk she had in her mouth, and it was as if she wanted to see it, watch it swill about over her tongue and teeth.

"Crazy cock-sucker! Hot horny slut!" he hissed, staring down at her. He almost sounded angry, as if she'd not just sucked him off at all, but had sucked off someone else in front of him. He had a weird look on his face.

She went right on smiling at him, as if what he said didn't bother her at all. In fact she began to tease him all the more, tilting her head back and forth with her mouth open so that he could see the creamy cum slashing about between her lips. Some of his jizz spilled out and went slithering down over her chin. Spunk hung off her face in elastic strands.

"Dirty slut! Dirty two-timing cock-sucker!" he panted. And now he tried to back away, tried to pull his cock free from the grip of her clutching fingers.

But for the moment she held him tight, forced him to watch her play with his steaming load of cum. She really was smiling now, and the more she did so the more creamy cum slopped from her mouth. Several smaller strands had formed into two long silver ropes that dangled from her chin in two-foot-long strips.

"Bitch! Hot sucking bitch!" John croaked. He had pulled his cock from her at last, and now he stuffed it back into his pants and zipped himself up. But for now he didn't move away from the tree.

She remained on her knees, staring up at him with her cum-streaked face. And slowly her throat bobbed and she gulped down part of the great mass of spunk to her belly. What she didn't swallow she let slop out over her lips with all the rest. And the two-foot-long ropes lengthened even more before snapping to the ground.

"Ggglllggg!" she gurgled loudly, and the corners of her mouth curled up into a lewd and horny smile.

Patsy was walking home from school on Friday afternoon when Mr. Kendall pulled up beside her in his big black car. He had a very special babysitting job for her, he said. From the way he looked at her she knew just what kind of job it was. But without hesitation she jumped into the front seat with him and they drove downtown. She wasn't a bit surprised when he pulled into the underground lot of a large hotel.

They rode upstairs in an empty elevator and Mr. Kendall ushered her into a plush suite that had a wonderful view of the city. The only other thing that she noticed about the place right off was that it had the biggest bed she'd ever seen. She smiled at Mr. Kendall nervously.

"As you see, it's just the two of us," he said. "You don't mind babysitting one slightly middle-aged man, do you? You seemed to enjoy it very much the other night."

Patsy blushed, remembering the way he'd fucked her face the previous week. For some reason she felt a bit shy with him. She didn't feel at all the way she had with John the other day. It must be the surroundings, she thought. She was in a hotel room downtown with a man old enough to be her father. In a way it was all very strange and exciting.

"I don't mind," she murmured, watching him as he made up a couple of drinks.

She wondered suddenly what he'd have done if she'd refused to come with him. He must have had the room booked in advance. Would he have hired himself a hooker instead?

"Here, you're a big girl now," he said, handing her a drink. "When you're finished with that, we'll have a little fun and then I'll take you down to dinner. You can phone home then and tell them you'll be babysitting for the rest of the evening."

He stretched himself out on the bed then and stared at her, sipping his drink. She strode about the room, examining the furnishings, trying to appear as if she was used to being in expensive hotels with middle-aged men. She really was beginning to feel more adult, what with the drink and everything. She just hoped he wouldn't notice how in awe of everything she was.

"I want you to wear something special for me," he said finally. "It's over there, on the dresser. Take your clothes off and try it on for me. It's a special present for a very special girl."

Patsy stared at him. She took a large gulp of her drink. Then she strode over to the dresser and examined the contents of an open box that lay there. She lifted the whispy items in her fingers, trying to figure out what they were. She looked at him again, as if she didn't understand what was expected of her. He was watching her with a half-smile on his lips.

"Take off your clothes," he repeated. "Put that stuff on. I want to see what you look like in them."

There was something in the tone of his voice that told her she'd better not ask why. And so she began to get undressed for him, her face flushing prettily. He watched her big tits tumble free and then his eyes fell to the whispy blonde tuft of her cunt as that came into view. He shifted a little on the bed but didn't say anything. He took another long pull from his drink.

Patsy stood there naked, her lovely blonde hair fluffed out on either side of her face. She reached into the box again, hauled out a snaky black elastic item. She held it up and gazed at him quizzically, asking for directions. Her big tits shifted on her chest as she turned toward him.

"It's a garter belt, you silly slut. Put it around your waist. Then the stockings hook to the suspenders. Fuck, don't you know anything?"

Patsy looped the belt around her waist, hooked it in back of her. Then she adjusted it so that the black suspenders dangled down her thighs. She sat on the chair in front of her dresser and began hauling the sheer black stockings up her slender legs. Then as she was instructed, she attached the garters to the stocking tops.

"Atta girl. Now stand up. Walk around for me. I want to see how you look." He placed his drink on the nightstand, reached into his crotch and touched his rowing cock. He loosened his tie with the other hand and then set about unbuttoning his shirt.