Babysitters Erotica Collection(108)

I took another peek and saw Ashley had Fred’s penis in her mouth this time. She sucked delicately, like Fred’s dick was cherry-flavored lollipop or ice cream. Her eyes were shut. I could see she was enjoying what she was doing immensely. Fred, on the other hand, was gripping Ashley’s hair tighter and tighter. His hips were beginning to rock, simulating the movements he does when he’s fucking someone in the pussy.

Ashley, sensing Fred’s hips were beginning to buck, made forward and backward motions with her head. In and out, in and out, I saw, went Fred’s penis inside Ashley’s wet, warm mouth. Fred had begun to buck faster. Ashley grabbed Fred’s hips, probably to steady him, and went on with her sucking motions.

I was glued to and transfixed at the scene before me. I had never seen two people making love in the flesh before. Well, the sight was incredibly arousing. I realized I was getting turned on again, and I flushed.

What the hell am I doing? I asked myself.

Before I knew what was happening, my hand found its way beneath the waistband of my skirt again. It knew where it was going, and it was wriggling inside my pussy in no time. I shifted in my seat and opened my legs wider. To hell with what others think! To hell with my cheating husband and snake of a babysitter! To hell with everyone else! I am going to fuck myself, and no one is going to stop me.

My hand started to feel constricted underneath my skirt’s waistband. With a groan, I removed my hand and unzipped my skirt. I slid it down and out toward my ankles, where I kicked it into a kitchen corner. I looked down and saw I was now in my black lacy panties. I decided to get it out of the way too. With another groan, I slid my panties down and out my legs. I kicked it into the same corner with the skirt. I now had no piece of clothing in the lower part of my body. I looked down and saw my freshly shaved pussy looking back at me.

“Time to get into business,” I said softly.

I placed my hand on top of my cunt, and my fingers went into work right away. They wriggled and fought for access into my vagina eagerly, and I gave a soft moan. It felt so good. When was the last time I did this? I thought.

I couldn’t remember, but it didn’t matter anyway. For the first time in a long time, I’m getting it on with myself.

I took another peek at the action on the living room. Fred and Ashley were now both standing on the floor and kissing each other deeply. Ashley had her arms around Fred’s neck while Fred had her hands on Ashley’s buttocks, squeezing and grabbing them forcefully. Then, without warning, he gave one butt cheek a smart slap. Ashley started but didn’t break the kiss.

Fred gave Ashley’s cheek another slap, stronger this time. Ashley started again but still didn’t break their kiss.

I knew where Fred wanted to take the whole thing. He had a penchant for these sexy punishment games. Sometimes they got a little crazy, but most of the time they were incredibly sexy. It was one of our favorite sex games, and it made me angrier seeing my husband use the same technique on another woman.

In my anger, the fingers inside me squirmed and moved even faster. Ecstasy began to make its way over anger, and I was hot and horny in no time. Sweat began to pop out in beads on my forehead. I moved my fingers faster and faster, sliding them in and out of my deepest crack like they were possessed. I was very wet already; my fingers made smacking, slopping sounds as they slid in and out of my pussy.

Ashley suddenly cried out in pain, and I knew Fred was getting started with his punishment games. I looked at them from behind the door, and what I saw made my arousal levels shoot up.

Ashley was back on the couch, but this time, she was in all fours. I couldn’t see her face as it was almost buried on the surface of the couch. Her ass was high up in the air, though, no problem seeing that one. I stared at her ass. How on earth could a girl have an ass as succulent and delicious as that? It almost didn’t seem fair. Ashley’s butt cheeks were smooth and creamy. Although they had red streaks from Fred’s spanking, the streaks only served to make her ass look even better and more delicious. No wonder Fred couldn’t get enough of them.

Fred was smacking Ashley’s rump with all the seriousness he could muster. He was beating Ashley like he would a little child. Remember, Fred was a huge person. His hands were no exception, and when they come down beating, you would do whatever it takes to make them stop. Fred never laid a single finger on me save for when we were having his kinky sex games. He smacked painfully, but you didn’t want him to stop.

Ashley whimpered and cried with every slap. Yet I could tell she was enjoying it too. Her rump was now becoming red. I wondered how much could she take with all that spanking.