Katie - The Babysitter
The Bakers - Part 1
MF,oral,toys,age

The kids were down and I was exploring. Mr. and Mrs. Baker were
at a movie that wouldn't finish for another hour and then they
were going out for a couple drinks. I had at least an hour to
nose around.

My name is Katie and I’m the babysitter.  I'm headed off to
college in the fall so I am trying to save up as much cash as
possible before then.

As I enter their room I see that it is made up very nicely.  I
wonder if it is always like this or only because I would be
coming over to watch the kids.  I can instantly tell which side
of the bed is which.  The left side of the bed had a small vase
with a slightly wilted flower.  Next to the lamp there was a book
and a candle.  Curious I walked over and took a whiff.  Vanilla.

Since I’m there I open the drawer to find nothing interesting.  
A few headache pills and a box of tissues.  I mosey over to Mr.
Baker’s nightstand.  There is a valet next to the lamp for a
wallet and keys.  It has a little drawer which holds a small
pouch and some change.  I open the pouch to find a small key.  It
looks like it goes to one of those luggage locks.  I hold it in
my hand and keep looking hoping to find what it goes to.

I lift the mattress and find nothing.  Then I peak under the bed.
Low and behold there sits a wooden box with a small keyhole.  I
lift it up and place it on the bed.  I slowly turn the key
increasing my own anticipation.  Then I slowly open the lid
hearing the hinge creak as I do.  JACKPOT!  My eyes get wide as I
survey the booty.  Two vibrators and a good size dildo lay before
me along with a small butt plug and a bottle of lube.  It looks
like the Baker’s are a little bit kinky.

I grasp the dildo in my hands but as I do I hear the garage door!
 Damn it!  I hurry as fast as I can to get everything back into
place and get back in my spot on the couch.  I hear the door
between the garage and the house rattle open.  Right then I
realize I still have the key in my hand!  With no pocket to hide
it in I quickly shove it into my bra and resign myself to
figuring out what I will do with it later.  Hopefully they will
have me sit again so I can put it back.

Mrs. Baker stumbles into the entry supported by Mr. Baker.

“Hey, Katie,” Mr. Baker says.  “Mrs. Baker needs to lie down.  Do
you mind if I take you home?”

“No problem Mr. Baker. “  I grab my purse off the end table. 
“Ready when you are.”

“Ok, let me just get her into bed.”

“No problem Mr. Baker.”  I repeat.

Now I’m just standing there.  Each minute that ticks by fills my
head with fantasies of what I wanted to do with those toys I
found.  Then my fantasies progress to the next level.  I start
imagining Mr. Baker using the toys on Mrs. Baker.  Then Mr. Baker
using the toys on me.  Finally my mind’s eye is filled with
images of Mr. Baker doing anything he wants to me.  I have a
boyfriend, Bobby, but there is something about an older,
experienced man that just makes me wet.

Speaking of which by the time Mr. Baker came back down stairs my
panties were sopping.  Good thing I was wearing a skirt or my
pants may have been a little wet too.

“All set?”  I asked as I took a step toward the garage.

“Yeah, all set.  Sorry about not texting to let you know we were
on our way a little early.  Jane had one too many and all I could
think about was her holding it in until we got home.

“It’s no problem Mr. Baker…”

“Jim, please.” He interrupted.

“Really?  Ok, Jim, no problem.  I was just watching a movie.”

“Oh yeah, what movie?”

I answered and the conversation went on like that for 5 of the 15
minutes it takes to get to my house.  Then it got silent. 
Awkward silent.

“Mr… Um Jim.  I have a confession.”  I blurted out.  I had no
idea where this was going other than to fess up about the key.

“Um, Ok.  What’s up?”  He was polite.

As fast as I could I said, “I was snooping around your room and I
found the key and the box it goes too.  I am so sorry and I will
understand if you never have me babysit again.”

“Wow, Ok. Um.”  He didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry.” I mumbled one more time.

“You know what Katie, it’s ok.” He said matter of factly.  “I’m
not ashamed of what Jane and I do in the bedroom.  One problem
though.  Jane would be very embarrassed if she knew you knew. 
Can we just keep this between you and me?”

I reach into my bra and pull out the key, “Sure Jim.  I won’t say
a word.”

As he plucked the key from my hand I let my hand drop into his
lap.  I had no idea what his reaction would be but my pussy was
calling me into action.  He didn’t move or say anything.  He just
kept driving like nothing was going on.  I squeezed his thigh to
try to get a reaction but he just kept his eyes on the road and
let me do whatever I wanted.

What was a limp mound of flesh began to harden quickly under my
touch.  I felt his cock grow along his thigh and I was impressed
by the size.  At least in his pants he seemed bigger than Bobby.
I had to get him out and see for myself.  I undid his zipper and
he smiled.  He said nothing as I reached in and found no boxers.
Only bare flesh.  Shaved.  Smooth balls.  Rock hard cock.  I
pulled my hand out and undid his belt.  Now nothing was holding
it back.  I reached back down grabbed that cock and pulled it
out.

My God!  It stood erect like a skyscraper.  It nearly touched the
steering wheel.  I had to get a taste.  I leaned over the center
console and gave it a kiss.

Playful but stern Mr. Baker said, “Now Katie sweetie.  You have
to finish what you start and no messes in my car.

I think I knew what he meant so I answered, “No problem Jim, I
wouldn’t let a drop go to waste.”

Mr. Baker’s eyes bulged with excitement as I began slowly licking
and bobbing on his huge member.  I let Bobby cum in my mouth all
the time.  I don’t want to get pregnant and I like the taste
actually.

I wasn’t even half way down his rod when I felt my limit.  I
gripped the rest of the shaft with my left hand and his balls
with my right.  With each thrust into my mouth I started to hear
Mr. Baker’s breathing increase.  Then came the small grunts.  We
had to be getting close to home although Mr. Baker was smart I am
sure he wouldn’t pull up into my driveway with my head in his
lap.

Finally with one loud, “Fuck yeah!” he blasted his cum down my
throat.  I gulped shot after shot of gooey goodness until I could
feel his pulsating cock start to soften.  I sucked a bit longer
to get every last drop.  When I pulled my head up we were just
coming around the corner of my street.  He must have gone the
long way.  I pushed his limp dick into his pants and zipped him
back up.

“Thank you sweetie.  I haven’t had a blow job in years.” Came his
gratitude.

 “Wow!  Really?”  I put my hand on his shoulder and looked into
his eyes.  “If you were my husband I wouldn’t let you go a day
without coming.”  With the longing look in his eyes and my new
found confidence I continued. “If Jane is ever holding back and
you need release just tell her you are working late and come over
here.  My parents are never home before 7.”

“Oh I don’t know… I don’t think…” Mr. Baker stuttered.  “I think
this needs to be a one-time thing.  I really appreciated but if
we get caught… thanks sweetie but… good night… here… for the baby
sitting not the… good night.”  He hands me the money and I smile.

“The offer still stands.  I would never turn you down Mr… Jim.” 
I say with a wink and then I shake my little ass all the way up
the walk hoping he will call me down the line.