Babysitters Erotica Collection: Over 100,000 Words of 20 Hot Sex Stories (24 page)

Rain was now positively writhing on the bed. She was giving off little kitten like cries and breathing harshly. Ben watched her with utmost concentration as he went right on playing with her tits and pussy. He was growing hard himself, and he wasn’t surprised when he glanced down and saw his thick tool standing large and erect between his legs. He was ready to roll, baby. She better be too. He slipped another finger between her dripping-wet crack. A minute later, he removed the hand on her breasts and slipped a finger of that hand inside her ass.

She squealed. Her moans grew louder. He was positive the guests—and his wife, never forget his wife—downstairs could hear her cries should the music break down at that very moment. He wasn’t sure if he didn’t want it to happen—or not.

In and out, in and out went Ben’s fingers into Rain. He felt he wanted to be inside her hot flesh now. He suddenly removed both his hands and placed them on her breasts, digging into them. He mounted her and, without warning, plunged into her.

She cried out very loudly. He didn’t attempt to cover her mouth with his hand this time, unlike the first few times. He entered, thrust, invaded, pulled out, and attacked viciously again. He felt he was ripping through moist tender flesh, and it almost drove him mad. He pounded away again, hurting her practically and grinning in satisfaction when she began to squirm, as if to get away from him.

He slapped her hard across the cheek just as he came and gushed forth inside her private cave. She gasped, stunned at the slap, but she went on moving her hips. Ben chuckled. She really was a slut, and this was why he was so fond of her.

He pulled his cock from her pussy. She gasped again.

“Get back inside me, Ben,” Rain said, breathless.

Ben nodded. “On your stomach now,” he instructed, to which she followed without hesitation. Spreading her cheeks, he tore inside her again. She cried out loud, but he knew she liked it. Yes, she liked it very much.

As Ben rode on, he thought with a smile that he liked this party very much too.

Rain was giving off loud moans again. The music downstairs came to an abrupt stop, and Ben stopped in mid-thrust. His eyes flew open. He was screwed, he was sure of it. Rain’s cries could be heard down the entire block, he was very sure of that. His stomach turned into jelly as he wondered how Valerie would react when she burst into the bedroom and found her husband straddling their seemingly innocent babysitter, thrusting and pumping into the babysitter’s plump behind with the babysitter screaming without a care in the world in time with each thrust.

Ben grew cold. Rain went on moaning beneath him, but he no longer cared about that. His libido had gone cold. Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he wiped the dots of perspiration away. There were guests downstairs—important guests, people who mattered in the society. Valerie would more likely die from the shame than from the betrayal her husband had given her. The gossips would talk, tongues would wag, and reputations would come shattering down. No, he wouldn’t allow that to happen. He couldn’t stand the thought of it. He loved Valerie. He loved his wife, he was a 100 percent sure of that. He may have the occasional itch, but he never wanted to go back home with any of the women he had bedded and fucked. It was Valerie whom he always thought of, Valerie with her gentle smile and—

“Ben.” Rain’s voice broke through his thoughts, and he started. He looked around. He remembered where he was. Yes, he was in his house, inside a bedroom, screwing his babysitter. He remembered the music suddenly coming to a halt and was about to scramble madly off Rain when he realized the music had come up again. In fact, it seemed to be louder than ever, if that was even possible. He also realized no one had heard a thing. Not Rain’s cries of ecstasy, not his moans of pleasure, not the thumping and humping of their bodies joining together. Nothing. He was safe. For now, that is.

“Rain, that was a close call,” Ben said in a low voice. His penis was still in Rain’s butt hole. He shifted a bit, and she gave a soft cry. Rain was sweating heavily now, more likely from physical exertion than from the stress that came with the loud music downstairs suddenly stopping, he thought. The sweat made her skin glow and appear silken. Against his better intentions, he found himself growing hard right inside her ass hole. God, how could someone make a being as drop-dead gorgeous as Rain? How could a person be this delicious? It just didn’t seem possible, yet there was Rain sprawled beneath him in all her naked glory.

She groaned, frustration evident in her voice. “Lighten up. The music stopped a split second, and that was it.” She looked into his eyes. “Nobody heard a thing, I swear. You had me worried for a minute, spacing off like that.” He saw her eyes become softer. “I thought you were having a heart attack or something.”

“The music gave me quite a scare,” he admitted.

She laughed. “You’re cute. I’d love to give you a peck on the cheek for that, but you’re ripping my ass apart, and I don’t quite like you to stop yet.” Her smile turned mischievous. “Well, what do you say, Mr. Ben?”

He knew she was playing victim again, offering willing submission of her luscious flesh. Of course he couldn’t resist. To hell with the music and the so-called important people—whom he didn’t really like, he had to admit—all partying and having the time of their lives downstairs. He was having the time of his life right here. That was what mattered.

To answer Rain’s question, Ben gave her a brief but smart slap on the buttocks. She squealed, pretending to be in pain, but Ben knew her too well to know she was not in any form of pain. He smacked her bottom again, harder this time. She gave another squeal, and he watched in fascination as the smooth skin of her buttocks began to turn a raw, angry red. He suddenly had the urge to see all of her bottom covered in red splotches. He quickly got off her.

“Ben! What’s wrong? Where are you going?” she asked, surprised. She fingered her hole lightly. “My ass needs more of you. Come on, get back inside.”

He smiled. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Rain,” he said softly, almost soothingly. Her eyes grew wide, almost fearful, and he felt himself grow hard at the sight of the babysitter’s beautiful eyes wide open. He laughed inside. He was in control. He had power, and boy, was he going to use that power!

Rain caught on, as he expected she would. She flipped over so she was now lying on her back. She spread her legs wide, letting Ben see the inviting, glistening pussy that was waiting for him and only him. He almost let himself go at the sight of her swollen, juicy cunt, but he stopped himself in time. He was in the mood for some hard games. After that brief but intense fright he had over the damn music a while ago, he was determined to get an extremely good time now.

“I wasn’t being naughty,” Rain was saying, pouting her lips at the same time. “It wasn’t my fault the music—”

Ben shook his head. “This isn’t about the music, Rain. This is about you. Get it? You. You’ve been naughty.” He paused. “Very naughty,” he corrected himself.

“Ben,” Rain began, but he cut him off by pinching her pussy lightly. She gasped, and this time, the pain in her eyes was unmistakable. He never hurt her, never touched her that way down there.

Well, he decided things would be a little different now.

He sat at the edge of the bed. He looked at Rain seriously. “Over my knees, pretty lady,” he said in a stern voice. “I mean it. Now.”

She whimpered, but she stood up and sat down beside him. “Ben, what’s this?” Her voice was hoarse and sounded quite fearful.

“I told you, over my knees,” he said, ignoring her question. “Now, Rain. You know we don’t have all the time in the world, do you?”

Her eyes suddenly hardened. He realized she wasn’t liking how things were going, but he knew she was going to do whatever he told her to do anyway because the whole thing was totally turning her on. He looked down and saw her pussy was now very wet. Ah, yes, there was the proof he needed. He looked on, fascinated, as some of her fluids began to drip and run down her slim thighs. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to kneel before her and lick those creamy dripping fluids off her! The temptation was enormous. He quickly reminded himself he was in control here. It wouldn’t do at all to be domineering and suddenly drop on his knees in front of her. She would take that the wrong way, and who knew what she would do to him for that?

Rain saw him looking. She smiled. “Let’s not do any of your games, Ben,” she said sweetly. “You can eat me up all you want, do whatever you want to do to me. Just . . . no games. I’m not sure I like them.”

“You enjoyed them the last time,” he said pointedly. He was referring to the time they had wild, crazy sex right on the kitchen floor. He had tied Rain to a chair and ravaged her to seemingly no end. It was a miracle nobody came pounding on the door, the way she was crying out. They were lucky then. He was confident their luck would hold even now.

“Yes, but—”

“I’m getting impatient,” Ben cut off. “Come on, on my lap now.”

She hesitated but eventually positioned herself over his lap. It was quite awkward, seeing a fully grown lady poised over a male adult’s knees and lap, like she was about to get a solid beating like what her dad did to her when she was a little girl and did something that displeased him.

Ben felt Rain tremble lightly as she lay face-down on his lap. She shifted so that her bottom was over his knees. As she moved, he felt the wet mouth of her cunt brush against his legs. The girl was soaked! He moved his left knee, creating a kind of pressure against her crotch, and she moaned right away. He raised his knee higher, and she moaned louder. There was nowhere for her to move now. She was balanced and positioned perfectly on his lap. She whimpered; she couldn’t help it. She knew he would never do something to hurt her, but she couldn’t be completely sure of that.

The first slap came from nowhere, startling her. Her back arched, and he pushed her right back down.

“No moving around, pretty lady,” Ben said, as he placed his right arm over Rain’s back. The other arm, of course, he used for spanking her bare bottom. He ran his left hand—the spanking arm—over her smooth round buttocks. Such delectable flesh. He was almost sorry he had to make them red and splotchy, but there was something about the angry red marks against the smooth white skin of her behind that greatly aroused him.

He spanked her again, still using the brief but smart method of spanking. She began to wriggle, and he pushed her back down again. “Keep still,” he told her. “Keep still, or I’ll use something else to smack you with.”

Rain had a deep fear for marks and scars on her skin. Ben’s threat worked, and although against her will, she stayed put and didn’t move an inch as his palm flew from the air and on to her buttocks several times.

Ben was almost in a frenzy now. His open palm flew up, down, and went smack! against Rain’s bottom. There was something incredibly arousing about the spanking, and he wondered why he had never thought of it when he and Rain were starting out. Well, no use thinking of what could have and should have been now. He raised his palm and brought it down harder this time. The smart slapping sound filled the air. Rain cried out, and this time, her cry was positively filled with pain. There was none of the erotic undertones that had riddled the air when Ben was pumping into her only several minutes ago.

“I know you like this, Rain,” Ben said, striking Rain’s bottom with each word. Her cries and moans filled the air, yet he wasn’t worried. He knew how much the babysitter was enjoying this. No, he felt her immensely enjoying the spanking. His lap was wet with her fluids now. The girl was aroused and getting more soaked by the minute. He understood how she felt although it was he who was doing the spanking. Being spanked was humiliating, edging on degrading. But it was also fascinating. There was something about submitting oneself to another that did wonders to one’s libido.