Dressed to Kill
(fb, oral, mast, exhib)Realizing that her husband was tipping Mindy for dressing a bit provocative, Dora Jackson ups the ante...
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Wednesday evening approached and after a quick supper Mindy went upstairs to get ready for her babysitting job for the Jackson's that night.� As it was still quite warm and remembering what Mr. Jackson had said about showing a little tummy, she selected a cropped top that showed a good deal of her midriff.� She also shed her bra, as it was obvious to her that her tip was contingent upon keeping Mr. Jackson happy.� Besides, who cares?� Besides her mother and father that is.� �
Again she disguised her chosen outfit, by donning her light jacket and zipping up.� She had finished her homework as soon as she got home from school, but just for show she grabbed her notebook and math book.� A few minutes later, her father was dropping her off while her mother tended to the supper dishes.�
Again, it was Mr. Jackson who answered the door as Mrs. Jackson was still primping for the evening.� Setting her books down, she removed the jacket.
"Wooo wee!" declared John Jackson.� "Turn around, Honey, so that I can see all of you!� Damn!� How can the boys at school stand it?"� She modeled for him for a minute or so, turning this way and that at his direction.�
"Damn!� What I'd do to be a teenager again!" he declared.�
Mindy blushed, but also beamed at the older man's compliments.�
Reaching into his wallet he pulled out a new ten dollar bill.� "Just in case I forget to tip you later tonight," he said as he boldly tucked the rolled up bill in the waistband of her skintight jeans, his fingers lingering longer than necessary and hooked into her jeans.�
Mindy looked up at the big man towering above her and leering down at her.� She smiled up at him and said, "Thank you, sir."
"You are very welcome, Cupcake," he replied as he slowly extracted his fingers, leaving the money behind.
�He turned and called out to his wife, "Dora!� Mindy's here!� I'm out of here!� You have a good time tonight, babe!"
"You too, Baby," his wife called back from her bedroom down the hall.
"I'll have you home before eleven," he told the sitter.� He turned and went into the garage.� Mindy heard the garage door opening and then heard a car start.� A moment later, she heard the rumbling sound of the garage door closing. Mindy was confused.� 'Aren't they going out?'
"Mindy!� Can you come help me?" Mrs. Jackson called out to her.
Mindy immediately went to where she thought Mrs. Jackson was, in her bedroom.� There she found both Mrs. Jackson and Timmy.� Timmy came running shouting, "My Mindy!� My Mindy!" and then wrapped his arms tightly about her waist and hugged her.
"I can see with my own eyes that he likes you, dear," the busty woman declared approvingly.�
"Now, be a dear and zip me up in the back."�
With her dress zipped up, the curvy woman preened for Mindy asking her, "How do I look?"
"Fabulous!" Mindy answered truthfully.� The short tight red dress seemed to be painted onto the woman, her half exposed breasts practically flowing from the tight bodice.� The high stiletto heels made her legs look great.� Accenting her simple, but stunning outfit, she wore a diamond necklace to go along with dazzling diamond earrings and a gaudy diamond cocktail ring.
"You really think so?"
"Yes, I do.� I wish I were half as pretty as you," the girl said.
"Sweetie, you're pretty enough; believe me."
"Aren't you and Mr. Jackson going out together?" Mindy asked.� "He just left and..."
"No.� Not tonight.� Tonight I'm getting together with my girlfriends and having some fun.� John, he's going to some stuffy old meeting.� Kiwanis, I believe.� He should be home by ten thirty to get you home on time.� Now, if you need either of us, we both have our cell phones.� Here are the numbers. Timmy's already been fed, but he hasn't had his bath yet."
�Mindy suddenly felt uncomfortable as Mrs. Jackson was looking at her with a frown, her eyes everywhere but on her face.�
"Do you always dress like that?" �
"Well, I..."
"Did my husband ask you to dress like that?" the woman asked in a low voice.
"I, um..."
"You don't need to answer, I know the answer," the busty woman laughed.� "He's such a bad boy, but that's why I love him!"�
Dora Jackson once again regarded the young teenage girl. "Yes, you are a pretty one," she muttered.� "Tell me, dear, even if he asked... why did you dress like that for him?� You're not trying to steal my man, are you?"
"Oh, no!� No. It's just that... well... "
"Well what, dear?"
"I don't know," the girl answered in an embarrassed whisper.
"Yes, you do know," pressed the older married woman with a feigned irritation in her voice.� "Now out with it, sugar!"
"Please don't be angry with me.� I won't do it again," Mindy pleaded.�
"Then you had better tell me."
"For a tip," Mindy answered in such a low whisper that Dora Jackson had some trouble hearing her.
"Did you say, 'For a tip'?"
"Yes, Ma'am," came the shameful reply.�
That just sounded so awful to Mindy and she just knew that Mrs. Jackson thought that she was an awful girl too.� That shameful assessment was confirmed when the woman said in a low voice, "Why you little slut."
'Slut?� Yes, I am a slut... but, I'm not!' the girl screamed silently to herself.� But in defense of her actions Mindy ventured, "I'm not a slut."
To her surprise the woman began softly laughing.� "Sweetie, I didn't mean any offense," the older woman began. "Let's just say it takes one to know one. One naughty girl to another, being a slut now and then is far better than always keeping your panties on... Unless of course you're planning to become a nun.�
"Now, John had absolutely no business in asking a girl your age to flaunt herself for him.� But... it is what it is.� No doubt he'll get all hot and bothered and then take it out on me."� With a conspiratorial grin she added, "Or at least I can hope he'll take it out on me."
Confused by what the woman was saying, Mindy asked, "What do you mean?"�
"You're old enough to know about men and women, so I'll be blunt.� Tonight, when I get home, he'll have a hard-on for you, but he'll fuck the living daylights out of me, pretending it's you he's fucking.� No matter what's going on in his feverish mind, he'll be pumping his big cock into me until sunrise and I'll be loving every hard thrust into my insatiable cunt."
Mindy was so shocked by what Dora Jackson had said, that she stood dumbfounded, not having a clue what to say or what to do.� To Mindy's relief, Mrs. Jackson seemingly changed the subject.�
"Now, be a dear... go into the bath and look on the vanity on the right.� There's a little case with my contacts in it. Bring it to me, dear."��
Mindy went on her mission and had no problem finding the contact case, but she lingered a moment taking in the sumptuousness of the master bath.� She'd never seen anything like it before.� The twin vanities were beautiful enough, but what caught her attention was the large two-person Jacuzzi tub.� Behind that was a walk through shower big enough for six people.� The entire room was done in various granites and results were stunning.
"Can't you find them?" Mrs. Jackson called from the other room.
"Yes, Ma'am!" Mindy answered heading to the doorway.� "I found them!"�
Mrs. Jackson took the contacts and effortlessly placed them in her eyes while Mindy and Timmy waited and watched.� Then she turned to Mindy and asked, "How would you like to get another tip from my husband tonight?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean.� I'm sure he'll ogle you and slobber all over the floor.� But to really get him going, how about if we up the ante?"
"I don't understand."
"It's simple.� I want my husband to fuck me like a whore tonight and you're just the ticket to get him all hot and bothered.� How about if you show him a little more skin when he gets home?"
"I'm not going to get naked!" protested the girl.
"No, no, no! Of course not...
"Now let's not play games with each other.� You were willing enough to go along with John for a little extra cash, perhaps you would be interested in making some additional easy money. Here's what I have in mind.� You look great in those jeans.� How much did you pay for them?"
"Uh, I don't know.� Forty, fifty dollars."
"When?� Last year.� They're a little tight and little short."
"Yeah, I guess they are kind of getting old."
"How about if I pay you twenty dollars for them?"
"I can't sell you my jeans!"
"I don't want your jeans, but I do want to, shall we say, modify them."�
Dora Jackson stepped over to her dresser and retrieved a pair of sewing scissors.� Turning back to the sitter, she explained, "For twenty dollars, I'm going to make those into cutoffs.� Show him a little leg.� That'll get him going!
"Now take them off, dear."
Mindy couldn't be certain if the woman was serious or if she was just messing with her.� If it had been one of her new friends, she would be certain that it was just messing around, but Mrs. Jackson wasn't some other teenage girl, she was a woman, a mother and a wife and she had a twenty dollar bill in her hand offering it to her. Besides, she was only planning on making the jeans into cutoffs, so why not? A moment later, Mindy was standing in her thong panties and cutoff t-shirt, handing her jeans over to her employer.
Dora took the jeans without further comment and after a brief inspection, quickly decided what to remove.� She had the first leg cut off when Timmy suddenly and gleefully shouted, "I can see your hiney!"� Dora looked up from her work, to see Mindy turning her back away from Timmy and towards her.
"Does your mother know you wear panties like that?"
Mindy didn't know which way to turn to cover her bare behind and chose a neutral position.� "No.� I do my own laundry."
"Does your boyfriend know you wear panties like that?"
"Uh, I..."
"You don't have to answer that," Dora said mercifully.�
"There!� Try these on," Dora said a moment later and handing her the now legless jeans.�
Mindy quickly slipped on what was left of her jeans.� "They're so short," she gasped tugging at the raw edges of her new short shorts.�
"You look fabulous, dear," Dora gushed.� "If that doesn't give John an erection tonight, nothing will!"
The mother then turned to her little boy.� "Timmy, you do everything that Mindy tells you to do.� I don't want any bad reports about a disobedient little boy!� Now Mommy will be home late, sweetie.� You be a good boy."� She kissed the five year old on the forehead and bid her adieu.�
Mindy followed the woman through the house and into the den. �A minute later, Mindy heard the clanking of the garage door as it rose and then again as it closed.�
Remembering the alcove in the master bath with the three dressing mirrors like in a department store, Mindy rushed back to the master bedroom suite.� Looking at herself in the mirrors she studied her form fitting cut offs.� The sides were almost completely gone, showing all but two inches of her hip and legs.� In the back, the cut covered most, but not all of her butt and in the front, there remained but the tiniest amount of fabric running between her legs.� No way could she ever wear these in public!� Indeed, how could let anyone, anyone but Mark of course, see her dressed like this.� Her jeans had been so reduced as to resemble denim bikini panties!
Timmy came up behind her and tugged at a "leg" of her shorts.� "Can I have my bath in here?� Mommy bathes me in here all the time!" he offered.�
Already intrigued by the large inviting Jacuzzi tub in the master bath, Mindy didn't need any further encouragement.� "Sure. Why not?" she answered her young charge.
�It took her a few minutes to figure out the controls, but soon she had the tub filling with hot water.� With the tub filling, Timmy stood holding his arms in the air, waiting for her to undress him.� Mindy stripped his shirt off over his head and then pulled down his Superman underwear, as they were the only thing he was wearing when she arrived.
Not waiting for the tub to fill, Timmy climbed in and immediately hopped out, complaining that the water was too hot.� Mindy adjusted the temperature and in a minute, the boy tested the waters again, finding the temperature to be just fine.� "Are you going to bathe with me?" he asked.� "Mommy always bathes with me so I won't drown."
"I won't let you drown," she answered the boy.�
"Please?" he gently begged.
Mindy thought, 'Why not?� He's just a little boy and besides, the little bugger's going to have my shirt off when we finish anyway.'� Standing she answered, "Okay."
She shimmied out of her tight jeans cutoffs and shucked her thong panties.� Then the cropped top was discarded.� Naked, she joined little Timmy in the big bath.� Almost immediately Timmy began playing with the controls and soon had all the jets blasting and creating a roiling bath.�
The bubbling hot bath felt absolutely fabulous to Mindy.� She leaned back, resting her back on a built-in backrest, while keeping an eye on the little boy playing in the water� Soon she was day dreaming, thinking of how forward Mr. Jackson had been with her and how he had brazenly stuffed his tip down her pants earlier that evening. 'Gawd, what's he likely to do when he sees me in those cut offs?'�
She realized that it was dangerous to flirt with an older man like that, but she rationalized, 'He won't do anything, but just look.'� The thought of exhibiting herself like that to him sent a shiver down her spine and directly to her pussy.� She imagined herself dancing for the man and imagined all the sexy suggestive moves she could make.� She imagined sitting in his lap, feeling his erection pushing into her butt, lifting her shirt and offering her tit to him.� As Mr. Jackson's imaginary lips surrounded her sensitive nipple, she felt her pussy tingle in response.� She felt him tugging at her nipple and felt his fingers on her clit as she was now in her mind's eye completely naked as was he.�
She felt something on either side of her legs that moved past her hips and to her waist.� Dreamily, on the verge of orgasm, she opened her eyes and saw the boyish penis just inches from her face.� It was a small penis to be sure, but she imagined it was Mark's dick and not Timmy's.� Suddenly she was back in the closet of the auditorium, and just as suddenly Mark's cock was entering her mouth.� Ignoring the fact that it was a little boy's cock and not her boyfriend's cock, she sucked and gobbled, taking into her mouth both Timmy's dick and his balls.� Grasping one soft globe of Timmy's naked buttocks, she held his groin to her sucking mouth while continuing to diddle herself. With the little boy's cock and balls rolling about between her lips, she came with a shuddering climax.
With
her orgasm receding, Mindy slowly came to her senses.� Reluctantly she let the boy's genitalia slip
from her lips.� Expecting some reaction
from the little boy, she looked up to see him just gazing down at her with a
puzzled look on his face.� Curiously, she
felt no shame.� Indeed, she was still
aroused and in need.� She knew she hadn't
harmed the boy and emboldened by her brazen actions, she reasoned that he had
been a willing playmate and would make a great play toy for her tonight.�
"I'm
cold," he whined.
�"Well, sit back down in the water, silly!"� The little boy did as instructed and lay in
the hot water between his sitter's legs facing away from her.� Playfully she squeezed her young charge with
her legs causing him to struggle to get free.�
He ended up laying on top of her legs, his tummy resting on her
knees.� Continuing her game, she bent her
legs and lifted him from the water and then sat him back down again to the boy's
giggling delight.� Watching the boy's
rump rise and fall, Mindy remembered the naughty games that she and Mark had
played some years earlier.� She also
thought of the anal play with the boy several days ago. Mindy grasped the bar
of soap and lathered up her hand.�
The
boy yelped gleefully when his sitter's hand slid up his butt crack and began
molesting his anus, spreading his legs apart to give her greater access.� Soon the giggling had stopped as he felt a
soapy finger enter his rectum.� Finding
the experience to be most enjoyable, he made no effort to move away and allowed
his sitter to molest him at will.� �
Retracting
her finger, she anally caressed him for another minute while rinsing the soap
from his butt.� The boy flipped onto his
back engaging his sitter with a broad smile.�
The delighted giggles returned as she washed his dick with as much care
and attention as she gave to his ass.��
Mindy was quite beside herself with this sexual play.� She wanted to masturbate again, but held off until after she and Timmy were finished with the bath.� Once they were both reasonably dried off, she led him naked into his parents' bedroom.� Pulling him up on the big bed with her, she directed his lips to her tit and then lay back to enjoy his earnest suckling, watching the whole thing in the overhead mirrors of the canopy bed.� Soon, her fingers were between her legs.� In no time, a rapturous sweet euphoric bliss enveloped her completely.
Mindy woke with a start.� She was still in bed with Timmy, his face mere inches from her tit and fast asleep.� Gathering her wits, she glanced over at the alarm clock.� 10:13 the red numbers showed.�
"Oh, my gawd," she whispered in alarm.� "Mr. Jackson said he'd be home by 10:30!"� Quickly she slipped from the bed and then struggled to carry the naked boy to his own bed.� She found her clothes, quickly dressed and straightened up the bathroom.�
She was straightening the bed covers when she heard Mr. Jackson call out to her, "Mindy!"� She rushed out of the master bedroom and slipped into Timmy's bedroom.� Immediately she exited the boy's room just as his father stepped into entrance of the hallway.�
John Jackson stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of his scantily clad baby sitter.�
"I was just checking up on him," she explained.� "He wouldn't get dressed after his bath again.� You want me to put his pajamas on?"
Jackson issued a low whistle and exclaimed, "Wow! You weren't wearing that when I left!� You do that for me?"
"Well, no," she lied.� "I've been wanting to make some cutoffs and... You think I cut them too short?"
"Not at all, Cupcake.� Not at all.� Damn! Come on out here where the lighting is better."
Mindy followed behind her employer and stepped out into the well lit family room.� She was startled to discover another man in the room.
"This is my babysitter, Mindy.� Mindy, this is my good friend, Keith."
Mindy felt Keith's eyes roaming up and down her nubile body.� "You know, with babysitters like this, I just might have to get me some kids," the man said with a leer.
"Mindy just asked me if I thought her shorts were too short," said John never taking his eyes from the girl.
"Looks just about right to me," replied Keith.
"That's what I said," Jackson rejoined
"Mindy, darling," John said.� "Turn around so we can get a good at you."
"Mr. Jackson, I..."
"You dressed liked that to show off, now show off.� I assure you that we are both pleased with what we see.� After all, there's no harm in our just looking.� Now go on, turn around."
Mindy turned slowly and modeled her outfit, pleased that she was pleasing both of the older men.
"Would you dance for us?� You know, show us the latest dance steps."
"Mr. Jackson, I really need to be home by eleven, and my Mom is going to kill me when she sees these shorts."
"Don't worry, I'll get you home.� As for your problem, I'll lend you a pair of Dora's sweat pants."
"You will?� That'll be great."
"But first, a dance.� One dance and I'll take you home.
"Keith, put on some boggie-woggie music, will ya?"�� The radio came on and an old Foghat song began to play.� Mindy started to move and soon she was getting into it, moving this way and that, shaking her ass and her tits for the amusement of the two older men.��
With the dance completed, John declared, "For that, young lady, you deserve another tip!� C'mere."
John held up a folded five dollar bill. Mindy was disappointed that he was only tipping her five dollars.� She had been hoping for more.�
Jackson slipped the money into her pocket, only to discover that there was no "pocket", �just bare skin.� "That deserves another tip," he whispered to her.�� He flashed a ten dollar bill, folded it and inserted it into her other pocket. He pushed his hand in deep, but not too deep and deposited the bill near her pussy mound.
After lingering a moment longer than necessary, he retracted his hand, declaring, "Just hold still, Cupcake."� He flashed another bill, this time a Twenty, folded it and then so his friend could see, slipped it under a leg hole and deposited it high on her bare ass cheek.� "I see I should have come home earlier... and alone," he whispered while groping her.�
Mindy was both shaken at Jackson's brazenness, yet disappointed when he pulled his big hand from her ass cheek.�
Jackson sighed, "I'd better get you those sweats and get you home."
John headed to the back of the house, but paused at the hall entrance and said, "If I were you, Keith, I'd tip her. And check out the pockets."
Returning with the sweats Jackson found Mindy in the grips of his friend.� He was holding her from behind with one hand down the front of her cutoffs and with the other hand up her top with a handful of bare B-cup teen tit.
"Let her go, Keith!� I have to get her home!"
"Bullshit," the other man hissed.
"That's jailbait, old buddy."
"So what?"
"Look, Dora will be here in a few minutes and she'll take care of us both.� Now watch out for Timmy while I take Mindy home."� To Jackson's relief, his friend let the skimpily dressed teen go.�
On the way to Mindy's home, Jackson knew that he and Keith had gone too far.� "Mindy, I'm sorry about what happened back there."
"It's okay."
"I really hope this doesn't keep you from sitting for Timmy again."
"Oh, no!� He's sweet as can be! �Besides, it's not your fault."
"It shouldn't have happened."
"No harm done," she replied.�
"Oh, speaking of Timmy.� He wouldn't get dressed after his bath, so I left him naked."
"That's fine, Mindy.� I don't think that kid's slept in pajamas for a year.� He sees me sleeping nude and he wants to be like his daddy.� We're just happy that you're not offended in some way."
"No, I'm not.� I'm not offended.� Do you want me to, uh, wear these again, next time."
"Uh, yeah!� Damned right I do!" he answered just as they were pulling up to the curb.� A moment later, he was pressing two additional twenty dollar bills into her hand.
"Thanks!"� she gushed.
"No, thank you, Cupcake."
Once inside the house, Mindy ran up to her room, thankful that her mother hadn't seen her come in.� Once in her room, she quickly stripped off the sweats, her jacket and top.� Then she stripped off the cutoffs letting her tips fall to the floor.� She had just scooped up the money when her mother poked her head through the door. .�
"Just a reminder that I'll pick you up at school tomorrow for your doctor's appointment," her mother said.� "Goodnight, baby.� Love you."
"Love you too, Mama."
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