too intense. She placed her hands over her breasts instead and began to play with and tug at them.
Mr. Wright’s fingers slid faster and faster inside Mina, who was so wet now that some of her juices leaked out from her and dripped to the couch. Then Mina felt something coming, and her eyes flew open. She tugged harder at her breasts then wound her hands around Mr. Wright’s dark hair.
“I’m gonna come, Mr. Wright,” she moaned.
Mr. Wright responded by pulling his fingers out of Mina’s pussy. Mina cried out loud in frustration and looked at him. “What did you do that for?” she shrieked. He was so cruel!
Mr. Wright grinned wickedly and positioned himself higher over Mina. Mina, still half-delirious from the intense pleasure, couldn’t figure out what her male employer was up to. It only came to her when Mr. Wright came down and rammed himself inside her pussy.
Oh, the sudden jolt of pain! Mina screamed as Mr. Wright invaded her pussy with his cock again and again. Pain quickly turned to pleasure, however, something that was made possible due to the fact that Mina was completely soaked with her juices. She moaned and groaned, her cries mingling with Mr. Wright’s grunting and heavy breathing.
They were both soaking wet now, and their organs made squelching sounds as they came in contact with each other. Flat bellies met and also made slapping sounds. The smell of sweat and body fluid filled the air. Sweat- stained skin glowed in the afternoon sun. The huge leather couch shook and vibrated a bit, and cries of ecstasy filled the living room.
Mr. Wright couldn’t seem to stop himself from diving into Mina’s eager flesh. She was so snug, and so wet! He dug his hands on Mina’s tits, mashing and grinding them. Mina ran her fingernails down Mr. Wright’s back and grabbed a huge chunk of his firm ass, which she squeezed and fondled with all her strength.
“I’m coming, I’m going to burst!” Mina cried out. She shut her eyes and gritted her teeth. Her sensations were all going overdrive now: Mr. Wright’s enormous cock thrusting in and out of her pussy, his hands digging hungrily at her breasts, his lips fastened sexily on the delicate skin between her collarbones. She couldn’t help but wonder how much more pleasure she could take before she went mad with sheer ecstasy.
“Hold on, babe,” Mr. Wright answered. His hands went from her breasts to her hips. He held her hips steady as he went on pounding into her. “I’m right with you. Ah, shit. You feel so fucking good.”
He thrust himself in and out of Mina’s flesh more rapidly. The quick movements left them both gasping and panting. Mina began to feel the shakes wind their way all over her body. Mr. Wright felt them too, and he drove himself into Mina faster and faster. He found her cave of flesh to be perfect. He didn’t want to drive himself outside Mina’s cunt. He could stay inside her cunt all day, every day.
Mina let out a scream just as shivers and shudders racked through her body. Her eyes rolled upward, showing only the whites. She screamed and cried out loud, still meeting Mr. Wright’s cock as it drove right into her. She was dying, she knew it. No human being could go through this insane pleasure and live to tell the tale.
Then her pussy began to excrete her exotic body fluids. The wave of orgasm washed over Mina, and she welcomed it with open arms. Her body shook and thrashed around as one orgasm after another split through her. She racked and shuddered on the couch. A minute later, Mr. Wright collapsed on top of her and matched her shuddering with his own. He poured his seed right into Mina’s still-gushing pussy. He managed to find the strength for one more thrust before he completely collapsed on top of Mina and surrendered his body to the shake-inducing waves of his orgasm.
The black leather couch was wet and sticky with mysterious fluids by the time Mina and Mr. Wright sat up and got off it. Bending down to get her clothes, Mina looked down at the sticky puddles and giggled.
“That was fantastic, Mr. Wright,” she said shyly as she stepped into her clothes and dressed. Mr. Wright broke into his handsome devilish grin. “I told you.” Still naked, he gazed into Mina’s eyes. Mina, still naked from the waist up, gazed back at him.
“You can have lots of that if you want, Mina,” Mr. Wright said softly.
“I want,” Mina said breathlessly.
Suddenly, they heard the sound of a car engine turn into the driveway.
Mr. Wright bent down and sucked on Mina’s breast for a few seconds. Standing back up, he said, “Good.”
“I’m home!” Mrs. Wright shouted from outside. “Honey, help me with the sodas!”
Mr. Wright winked at Mina before he went outside to help his wife, putting on his clothes as he walked to the front door.
Mina smiled and went on dressing herself. This was going to be one fantastic babysitting job.
Green, Vallen
Babysitters Erotica Collection: Over 100,000 Words of 20 Hot Sex S tories
Like Father Like Son
Working for the Finlaysons is a dream come true. Not only do they have the most luxurious house in the entire neighbourhood, but they are also the highest payers I have ever encountered. The house is a 10 room mansion, with its own kidney shaped pool, lush gardens, and well manicured landscapes. Set on top of the hills, it is beautifully elevated to give the best view of the town below. The interior seems honey drenched, with the smart use of medium coloured woods, camel and cinnamon coloured furnishings and dramatic yellow lights, giving the entire house a golden cast at night. For me, this is what living is all about. My most favourite place aside from the pool side, are the wrought iron balconies that seem to wrap up all the bedrooms upstairs. The floor to ceiling windows near the staircase, give a picturesque view of the backyard garden. Antiques and chandeliers are used lavishly and give the entire house a really expensive feel.
My bosses, Amy and Grant Finlayson are the best couples I had ever encountered. They are very accommodating and gracious. Their 8 year old, Jasmine, is an angel with brunette locks and hazel eyes that seem to sparkle all the time. Their adopted son, Flay, is currently at the University taking up-well, I am not too sure, but something that involves plenty of numbers. Seeing his pictures on the living room, one would say that he’s a stereotypical geek. Anyway, I haven’t seen him in person yet since he is never home since I started working.
Mr. Finlayson is usually on business meetings and conventions so I rarely see him, except during the first few days. Usually, it’s just Mrs. Finlayson, Jasmine, and Mrs. Finlayson’s personal assistant, Kendall.
I was at the kitchen making some smoothie one afternoon when I sensed someone was behind me. I turned around and saw the most gorgeous guy I have ever seen. He’s about a foot taller than me, with brown hair, stormy gray eyes and a tan that suggests he’s been out in the sun too much recently. I couldn’t help but stare.
“Hi. I’m Flay.” He said as he extended his hand.
“Oh! No wonder you look so familiar. I’ve seen some photos. I’m Brooke.”
“Nice to meet you.” With that, he walked upstairs.
After finishing making my strawberry smoothie, I went upstairs as well.
Playing with Jasmine is one of my favourites. I was an only child so I never really had the chance to have a playmate when I was a kid. I had tons of toys but no one to play them with. The curly brunette has a toy kingdom in her room. Really. She has princess castles where she can play inside, almost every Barbie that ever came out, a Hello Kitty tub, and a collection of the Disney Princesses-from books to DVD’s to her vanity. Her cotton candy pink bed is so soft and cushy-fit for a princess.
As I adjusted my self on the bean bag, I stared lovingly at her. She was sound asleep. I almost laughed to myself. One minute, she’s all hyper. Another minute, she’s like this. Sleeping like an angel. I tiptoed across the room and made my way out. I was a bit bored so I walked across the hall and opened the French doors at the end. They pave the way for the balcony overlooking the pool. Someone was swimming-gracefully at that. I focused and I realized it was Flay. His hair was wet and his eyes a bit red. As he came out of the pool, I cannot help but stare at those manly broad shoulders that have droplets of water cascading from them. And then, as my eyes came downward, I was mesmerized by his manly bulge, made enticing by his tight trunks. He must have sensed I was there. He looked up and met my eyes.
As he came nearer the balcony, I couldn’t help but stare at his tumescence again. He must have realized that because he followed the direction of my stare and shook his head. Heat came up my neck and I could have sworn I was blushing profusely. I ran back to Jasmine’s room. Only too thankful that I could hide there for a while and avoid him as much as possible. I thought about the thing that I saw and sighed. I would have to have that inside me. However, I can’t. He’s the bosses’ son. Plus, it’s obvious that she is not his type.
It’s weird. Really weird. I saw his pictures a number of times already but it never occurred to me that he
