AUTHOR = Switch Blayde
E-MAIL = switch_blayde@hotmail.com
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You may think it strange that an 18 year old girl would still be babysitting. After all, that's what 12 to 15 year old girls do. Once you reach 16, there are more lucrative ways to earn money. Five dollars an hour, for a few hours on Saturday night, won't even cover my makeup expenses.
So why was I still babysitting at 18? Well, it wasn't for the measly $5 an hour I got watching the bratty kids. I had an ulterior motive... I was a thief. It seemed so easy. Once the children were put to sleep, I had the house to myself. It's amazing what the trusting parents left about -- cash, jewelry, etc. If I wasn't greedy, I wouldn't be caught. Well, that's what I thought at the time.
I was babysitting for... I'll call him Mr. Jones. The Jones' were a well-to-do dual career family. On that fateful night, Mrs. Jones was out of town and Mr. Jones had a business dinner to attend. I was summoned to baby sit their two young children, which I often did.
Mr. Jones was in his early 40's, not ugly but not good-looking, with a paunch around his midsection. He was definitely not the type of guy I would be attracted to. After all, he was soooo old. Also, there was something about him that made me feel uncomfortable, like when I would ride the subway and the dirty old men would undress me with their eyes. And now, while Mr. Jones was giving me the usual information about phone numbers and such, he was looking at me in that way. I couldn't wait for him to leave.
I guess I couldn't blame him for eying me -- I've seen his wife. Boy is she a dog. I, in comparison, never had a problem attracting guys. I have long, natural, honey-blonde hair that almost reaches my waist and very pale blue-gray eyes, sort of like Cameron Diaz. I've also been blessed with long, thick eyelashes and large eyes. My little nose has a slight upturn to it with just a few faint freckles on its bridge. I'm only 5'3" tall, but have not been deprived of a voluptuous body -- 35C breasts with a tiny waist, full hips, and a round ass.
Mr. Jones kept his hand on my upper arm as he gave me the information. I wanted desperately to pull away, but I understood my position and listened as if I was hanging on every word. You see, I had learned early on how to wrap a guy around my finger. When he had finished I gave him the cutest smile I could muster as he left.
Now all I had to do was put up with the children. I don't like kids and think they're annoying, but it was part of the job. We played a few games and I got them washed up and into their pajamas. And then it was finally bedtime... whew!!
Once the kids were asleep, I began my search in the master bedroom. I poured some of Mrs. Jones' very expensive perfume into a little bottle I brought with me. "She'll never know," I thought as I snickered. I went through her lingerie and stuffed a pair of very sexy silk panties in my pocket. She had so many... why would she miss a single pair? I grabbed a few condoms for my boyfriend and then I opened the box on top of the dresser. From my previous snooping, I knew this was where the Jones' kept their petty cash. I never took enough to be noticeable, but always walked away with an amount that made my babysitting worthwhile.
I audibly gasped when I saw the large amount of money in the box. I took about $200 in cash. I decided I had enough and began walking out of the master bedroom. Busy counting the money, I was not looking up and was surprised when I felt a hand grab my arm. I looked up in a panic and saw Mr. Jones glaring at me.
"Ha, I thought you were stealing from us," Mr. Jones said.
"I-I-I was... wasn't s-stealing. I... I thought I... um, heard the kids crying," I lied.
"Yeah, and what about this?" Mr. Jones said, lifting my hand -- the one holding the money. "And this?" he said, pulling his wife's panties and then the perfume out of my pocket. It was obvious he had been watching me. "I'm calling the police! And I have it all recorded on my camera," he said, holding up a digital video camera.
I screamed and began crying. I saw my whole life flushed down the toilet. I'd have a police record that would hang over me for my entire life. I collapsed to the floor and cried.
When I finally looked up, Mr. Jones was staring at me with a strange expression on his face. He was still holding the pair of his wife's panties I had stolen and dangled them in his hand.
"What were you going to do with these?" he asked, curiously.
"I... I thought they were sexy. I was going to wear them."
"Hmmmm," he said, rubbing his chin, "I'd like to see you in them. Put them on."
"Wh-What?!" I exclaimed, flabbergasted.
"Look, do what I say and I won't call the police," he informed me.
I thought about it and figured it was a way out. I asked Mr. Jones where I could go to put them on, but he told me right there on the floor in front of him. He was eying me in that very uncomfortable way again, but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I figured I'd give him a look and that would be it. He'd get his jollies and I'd get out of a very bad situation. After a moment's pause, I unsnapped my jeans and lowered the zipper. My own pink panties came into view as I tugged my tight jeans down my curvy legs. After removing my sneakers and pants, I stretched the bottom of my sweater over my panties to hide them from Mr. Jones' leering eyes. But when he tossed his wife's lingerie to me, I had to proceed.
I reached under my sweater and grabbed my panties, tugging at them. It was very difficult to maneuver with one hand grasping the bottom of my sweater and the other pulling my panties off. I must have looked ridiculous as I squirmed around on the floor, lifting part of my body off the floor from time to time in order to get the panties off. Although I kept pulling the sweater down, I knew Mr. Jones was getting brief glimpses between my legs. I was so embarrassed, but finally managed to get my panties off and Mrs. Jones' panties on.
"Stand up," Mr. Jones ordered.
I obediently rose to my feet and dropped my arms to my sides when told to. My sweater covered about half of the silk panties.
"Take your sweater off," he barked.
"Wh-Why do I have...?" I began.
"Shut up and do as you're told," he snapped, "or I'll call the cops."
I didn't have a choice. I grabbed the bottom of my sweater and pulled it over my head. As customary, I was not wearing a bra. I stood before this 40-something year old man in only a pair of very skimpy panties. I lowered my eyes and stared at the floor, wishing I had never stolen.
When I heard a zipper being lowered, I looked up. Mr. Jones was already naked from the waist up and was pulling his pants down. By the time I was able to speak he was completely naked with his hard cock pointing at me. I asked him what he was doing and he informed me that if I didn't want him to call the police I would have to do whatever he told me.
"Suck my cock," he ordered.
This was it, the defining moment. Was I going to do whatever he said or take my chances with the police? I was not a virgin, but not a slut either. I had given hand-jobs, but never had a penis in my mouth. I dropped to my knees in front of him and stared at his cock. It was bigger than the boys I had been with -- about 8 inches -- and very thick. His sack was wrinkly and hung low, the left side lower than the right. He was also hairier than the boys I had dated throughout my young life. I felt the tears streaming down my cheeks and looked up at Mr. Jones for a reprieve... for compassion. But didn't see any in his eyes... only lust... and power, as he glared down at me.
I had to make a decision. He was barking at me to get on with it, but I was disgusted about doing so. He was so old and gross. I just couldn't do what he told me to do. But I weighed the consequences of refusing and opened my mouth wide. I had made up my mind. I grabbed his cock in my fingertips and guided it into the wide cavern of my open mouth. I then closed my mouth around it, feeling my lips pressing against his skin. There wasn't much room in my mouth and I sought a place to rest my tongue, sort of like when the dentist has his instruments in your mouth. The result was my tongue kept brushing along Mr. Jones' cock. He seemed to like the feel because he kept moaning. I realized that I was past the point of no return and began sucking, not really knowing what to do but, based on Mr. Jones' reaction, obviously pleasing him.
While licking his penis, my mind began thinking of strange things. When was the last time he peed? When was the last time the cock I was now sucking was inside Mrs. Jones' vagina? I shuddered at that, but my thoughts were brought back to the present when Mr. Jones grabbed my head and began fucking my face. His cock kept going deeper and deeper, causing me to gag. I put my hands on his thighs, trying to push him away, but he kept thrusting forward, ramming his hard cock down my throat. Just when I thought I would suffocate, Mr. Jones exploded in my mouth. He held my head tight, causing me to drink his sperm as it continuously filled my mouth.
When Mr. Jones pulled out of my mouth, I began gasping for air. Mr. Jones waited for me to regain my composure and then told me to rub the crotch of his wife's panties into my pussy. I stood in front of him with my legs slightly apart and placed a hand between my legs. I gently began rubbing the silky material covering my pussy. When he told me to, I used a finger to push the material between my labia and rubbed it inside me. I felt the natural lubrication wetting the panties.
After a while, Mr. Jones told me to take the panties off. I hesitated but then complied. I tried to keep my legs together as I pulled the panties down my legs and stepped out of them. I was now totally naked before the repulsive man.
Mr. Jones took the panties from me and held them to his nose. I listened to his loud inhale and blushed -- he was smelling my pussy on his wife's panties. How humiliating! Then Mr. Jones told me to stay put while he ran into the bathroom. He soon returned with another of his wife's panties.
Tossing the new panties to me he said, "I just took these from the hamper. Mrs. Jones wore them yesterday. Hold them to your nose and smell."
I was aghast. Why did he want me to smell his wife's used panties? But I did what he said and took a whiff. Almost immediately, I pulled the panties away from my face and began dry heaving. I never smelled anything that bad.
"Hahahaha," Mr. Jones laughed at my reaction. "Her pussy doesn't smell as sweet as your young one, huh? Go on, keep smelling it."
"Please, I'll be sick," I implored.
"I don't give a fuck," he barked at me, "just do it!"
I held the soiled panties to my nose again and inhaled. The smell was awful, but I kept it in place. I thought I was going to vomit a few times, but I was able to control that reflex. All the while, Mr. Jones was smelling my moist panties and I saw his cock hardening again. Then he stepped close to me and took his wife's used panties from me. I was relieved that I didn't have to smell them anymore. But he fumbled with the undergarment until he had it inside out with the inside of the crotch spread between his thumbs and forefingers.
"See what a pig my wife is?" Mr. Jones said, holding the soiled garment in front of my face.
I quickly noticed what he was referring to. There were stains all over the material -- yellow piss, brown shit, maybe pussy juice, and who knows what else. It made me cringe when I realized I had held that mess to my nose and smelled it.
"Okay, now lick it," Mr. Jones said matter-of-factly.
I was horror-struck. He couldn't be serious. I told him he was crazy and that was disgusting. I wasn't ready for the hard smack that stung my cheek. I stood there stunned, and then began weeping while rubbing my burning cheek.
"I told you something. Have you forgotten already?" he reminded me. "You do what I say or else the police take you to prison. Who knows what the other inmates would make you do. Do you want to find out?"
That stunned me. I was afraid of getting a record, but I never even considered what might happen to me while in jail. That scared the shit out of me. I stuck my tongue out and waited. Mr. Jones placed the inside of his wife's soiled panties on my tongue and I began licking. This time I was sure I was going to vomit as I tasted the foulness of it. But again I didn't and kept licking and licking. When the material was soaking wet, Mr. Jones stuffed the panties in my mouth and told me to suck on them. I did, and had to keep swallowing the saliva that accumulated in my mouth. It was the most disgusting thing I had ever done.
When Mr. Jones told me to take the panties out of my mouth I noticed that his cock was rock-hard and I knew what was coming. I stood naked before him and waited for his next command. He told me to get onto the bed and spread my legs.
Lying on the bed, I shut my eyes tight not wanting to see him above me. But I had guessed wrong. Mr. Jones did not mount me. Instead, I felt his breath between my legs on my pussy. I opened my eyes and lifted my head slightly, looking down my body. And there he was. Mr. Jones was staring right at my pussy. I felt so cheap.
"Pull your pussy lips apart," he ordered.
I hesitated only a moment and then my shaking hands went to my vagina. I gripped my labia with my fingers and pulled them outward... apart... exposing the inside of my pussy to Mr. Jones. I felt his breath on me again as he moved closer, staring at my gaping cunt. I couldn't believe how dirty that felt.
But then I gasped when I felt the tip of his tongue swipe inside my slit. I automatically released the hold on my pussy, but Mr. Jones made me open myself to him again. He licked a few more times while I tried to fight off the sensual feelings it caused. I was determined not to enjoy any of this.
"Play with yourself," Mr. Jones told me.
"Please, Mr. Jones, don't make me do that in front of you. I will die of shame," I pleaded.
He repeated his order and once again threatened me, saying he would call the police if I didn't do what he said. My hand went between my legs and came to rest on my pussy. I was no stranger to masturbation, but never did it in front of another person. It was such a private thing to me. But now Mr. Jones was inches from my pussy, intently watching my hand. I located my clit and slowly began rubbing it in small circles. To my dismay, I felt my pussy lubricating.
I can't tell you how humiliating it was for me to masturbate in front of someone else, especially an older man who I didn't find attractive. I closed my eyes again so as not to watch him watch me, but I still felt his breath on my pussy and hand. I even felt his face brush the back of my moving hand occasionally which indicated just how close he was.
But then I no longer felt his breath. I was rubbing my clit more rapidly when I felt the mattress shift. I opened my eyes and saw Mr. Jones hovering over my prone body with one hand on the mattress supporting his weight. Then I felt something touching my hand which was now inactive but still on my pussy. He was aiming his cock at the opening to my pussy and wedged it in the hole. Then he pushed his hard cock into my pussy. I pulled my hand away and let him sink completely inside me.
I had just given my first blow-job and was now being fucked by an older man, a man that repulsed me. Mr. Jones began slowly pulling out and then ramming his cock back inside me. It was the biggest thing I had ever had inside my pussy. I was not enjoying the coupling, but accepted it as my punishment for stealing. Mr. Jones grunted above me, his sweat dripping onto my chest, as he rammed his hard cock in and out of my tight pussy. It wasn't until I felt his first load of sperm spurt inside me that I remembered he didn't put on a condom. I struggled to pull away, but he held me tight and filled me with his baby-making cream.
When Mr. Jones pulled out I felt his sperm leaking from my pussy. I was speechless. I just lay there stunned, not believing that the man I babysat for just came inside my pussy. All kinds of thoughts passed through my mind like, I'd get pregnant and never get another date, and I'd have to drop out of school and be a loser my entire life. I was so consumed in my thoughts that I wasn't even thinking about Mr. Jones.
I heard his voice as if it was far away, but he was lying right next to me. He was saying something to me. I listened more intently and couldn't believe what he was telling me to do. He wanted me to suck his cock again. I looked at the now soft piece of meat lying lazily on his thigh -- the cock that may have just impregnated me -- and it was coated with his sperm and my own pussy juices. He was telling me to do something disgusting.
"Haven't I been punished enough?" I whined.
"You are going to do everything I tell you to, so get your mouth on my cock now," he scolded.
"Please wash it first," I begged.
"No fuckin' way!" he retorted. "Your mouth will wash it for me. Now start sucking."
I had no choice. I leaned over his body and picked his slimy cock up with my fingers. I thought I was going to puke, but I obediently stuffed it in my mouth. I gagged at the taste, but continued to suck and lick it. To my surprise, it began swelling inside my mouth. Mr. Jones was getting hard again.
I continued to suck Mr. Jones' cock, expecting to get another mouthful of his sperm, but he suddenly pushed my head away. "Maybe he's too sensitive and we're done," I hopefully thought. But that wasn't to be. Mr. Jones got off the bed and flipped me onto my belly. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me to the edge of the mattress with my toes on the floor. Then I felt the weight of his body on my back as his cock sunk into my pussy again. He began thrusting in and out of me from behind, getting even deeper than the previous fuck.
"Please put a condom on," I implored.
"What's the matter, my little thief babysitter doesn't want to get pregnant?" he hissed in my ear. "Okay, I won't cum in your cute little pussy."
I actually breathed a sigh of relief, even though his cock was still thrusting in and out of my pussy. Mr. Jones kept fucking me for a while and then pulled out. I was thankful that he held up to his promise. I felt the tip of his cock moving between my ass-cheeks and waited for the feeling of his hot jism squirting onto my body. It was humiliating to have his cum there, but it was better than in my pussy or mouth. So I just lay on my belly, waiting for the feel of his slimy sperm.
But that's not what I felt. He was poking my asshole. What was Mr. Jones doing? Then it felt more than a poke as something was being pushed into my ass. It was his cock! Mr. Jones was pushing his big, hard cock into my asshole.
"FOR GOD'S SAKE, STOP!" I screamed in a panic. But I felt him push harder and hollered, "NOOOOO!!!!!"
Thankfully, some of the sperm that had earlier leaked from my pussy dripped into my anus and Mr. Jones' cock was coated with our juices since it had just left my drenched pussy. That lubrication allowed his cock-head to pop into my asshole. I let out a scream when that happened, but Mr. Jones continued to push forward, sinking more and more of his cock into my ass. I couldn't believe the feeling and felt like I had cramps in my stomach as well as pain in my ass. I was being ass-fucked for the first time and didn't like it.
Mr. Jones kept pushing and pushing until all of his cock was inside me. I felt completely stuffed. This couldn't be happening to me. How did I get myself into this mess? But I didn't have time to ponder that as Mr. Jones' cock was slowly pulled out of my ass and then rammed back inside. In and out... in and out... Mr. Jones ass-fucked me. I tried to pull away, but his weight made that impossible. I just had to lie on my belly with the old gross man lying on my back as he pumped his cock in and out of my ass.
I lay there, groaning and moaning, not from pleasure but from discomfort and humiliation while Mr. Jones' cock slid in and out of my ass. He was grunting above me, telling me all kinds of gross things like how tight my asshole was and how I was nothing but a cheap whore. But then he began jabbing into my ass with short rapid strokes until I felt his scalding sperm fill my asshole. Mr. Jones collapsed on top of me, his weight unbearable, and just lay there. I felt his sweaty body against my skin and felt dirty. I waited until I felt his cock shrinking in size and slowly slip from my asshole.
Mr. Jones slid off my body, crumbling to the floor. I wiped the tears from my face and turned to look at him. His cock was covered in sperm, shit, and blood. He had torn my rectum and made me bleed. I felt sick.
"Okay, I want to remember this day forever," he said after catching his breath. He got his digital video camera and said, "Okay, spread your legs and show me your cum-filled pussy."
I stared at him in disbelief, but slowly spread my legs while he pointed the camera right between them. Then I continued following his commands as he videotaped me. I grabbed my legs, under my thighs, and pulled them up and back, really opening my cum-filled pussy to the lens. Then he told me to lean back which brought my asshole into view. He was now videotaping both of my leaking holes. I was so ashamed. But then I was told to get on my knees with the top of my head resting on the mattress and reach behind me, pulling my ass-cheeks apart. He videoed me with my face looking at the camera between my legs while I was holding my ass-cheeks apart, showing him everything!
I didn't think I could be degraded any more than that, but I was wrong. Mr. Jones had me sit on the bed and spread my legs. He told me to stick two fingers inside my pussy and move them around. I watched the camera pointing between my legs and turned several shades of red. Then he told me to scoop some cum out of my pussy and hold it in front of the camera. He videotaped me holding my fingers out with a big glob of his cum on them and then told me to suck them clean. He videotaped me belittling myself as I sucked my fingers clean. But when I had to stick my own fingers in my ass and pull out some cum I just wanted to die. He told me to suck my fingers clean and I looked down at the mess. The cum was brownish and I knew that my shit was mixed in with his sperm. I closed my eyes and stuffed my dirty fingers in my mouth, gagging as I sucked them clean and swallowed the gross mixture. And Mr. Jones had captured it all on videotape.
Unbelievably, Mr. Jones got hard again from watching me spread myself and eat his cum from both my pussy and asshole. He grabbed my legs and pulled me towards him until I fell off the bed onto the floor. I sat on the floor leaning against the bed, while he stood over me with a leg on either side of my thighs and jerked off. I just sat there watching this old, repulsive man jerk off right in front of me. It was disgusting.
Then Mr. Jones pointed his camera at my face and told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. I knew what was coming but didn't have a choice. I sat there staring at his hand moving up and down his cock with my mouth open and my tongue out. When I saw his piss-hole open and the white goo fly out, I shut my eyes tight. Then I felt it splash onto my face... again and again and again, sometimes landing in my open mouth or on my tongue. It was humiliating enough, but to know he had it all on videotape was worse.
After that, Mr. Jones let me get dressed. Standing at his front door, I felt his sperm dripping out of my asshole and pussy, and on my face. The taste of his jism lingered in my mouth and I even thought I still smelled his wife's soiled panties -- it must have been on the skin around my nostrils. Mr. Jones told me that he would call me again to baby sit for him. When he handed me $15, I asked what it was for. He reminded me that my rate was $5 an hour -- I felt so cheap.
THE END
