Babysitters Erotica Collection(26)

He licked me again and again until I was not able to hold it any longer. I came-my juices dripping on his couch. He licked me and the couch too. What a naughty bastard!

I wrapped my legs behind his neck for more. He took the hint and tongue fucked me again. My orgasms from oral sex are furiously strong. I simply can’t get enough of them. He licked me, slower this time yet more intensely. In a minute, I came again, even stronger than before.

I undid his pants quickly and touched his manly bulge. It was enticing and big. I held it and played with it with my hands. He groaned and his breath quickened. I squeezed it gently, drawn to its silky smoothness. He pushed me on the giant couch and I obliged. I was all aroused and still wet from my orgasms. Still, I want more.

I spread my legs and opened up my arms to welcome him. He entered me slowly but surely and moved his hips to fit his dick entirely. He moved in and out of me and I moved my hips as well to meet all his thrusts. He went faster and faster, pulling his cock completely out of me and then plunging deeply. It was so delicious. He shifted position so that my legs rested on his shoulders. Swirling his cock around the opening of my pussy, I moaned and moaned and pulled him to me all over again. He moved in and out of me faster and faster until both of us were almost out of breath. “Tania, I’m coming!”

I pulled him out and quickly shove his dick in my mouth, hoping I make it on time. Thankfully, I did. He spilled his contents inside me and I swallowed it all.

We both were able to come back to the other villa without any incident that night. Everyone was already asleep. I was still able to swim for a few minutes before I went to bed, with a gorgeous smile on my face.

The breakfast the following morning was simply delish. Arthur’s wife prepared some mashed yams, strawberry pancakes, chicken burgers, fresh fruit salad, French toasts, and sausage platters. There was also plenty of brewed coffee, farm fresh milk, and eggs.

We all ate with gusto as the food is simply fantastic. France and Arthur’s wife suddenly became the best of pals. They ate beside each other, and surprisingly, France seems to like her a lot. When you look at them, you’d think that they are a mommy and daughter pair.

Tom, Arthur and I bonded together in a highly competitive game of Monopoly. Both of them are great, and after one trial round, it became like a real battle of money making skills. I was pretty good at the game myself and from what I can see, the two thinks of me as a worthy opponent.

Mrs. Jigs and Arthur’s wife decided to spend the day touring and pampering them selves at the spa. Anne, who wanted for France to see the zoo and the National Park decided to give me a break and be the nanny of the day.

The three of us got so absorbed in the game that we didn’t even notice them leave. I was the big winner in the last two rounds and I spent a great minute laughing at the two men who can’t seem to do anything but scratch their heads in dismay. As for Arthur and I-we’re cool I think. There was no tension whatsoever ever since we started the day. Tom is acting normally, so I felt secure in the fact that Arthur never said a word to him-as if he has the chance.

The game got so heated up that we all agreed that whoever wins will be able to make the other two do anything he or she asks. I’ve been playing Monopoly right from the cradle so I agreed to the rule without any hesitation. Tom and Arthur nodded as if they are ready for anything. The game went. I had a great start, beating them on their own game. But after my legendary winning streak, I started to run out of luck. It was Tom who won the most important round. Damn, I was so close!

We all looked at each other like silly kids. I sagged on my chair and tucked my legs under me. Arthur and I looked at Tom expectantly, waiting for the consequence of us losing. I was thinking he’d make me eat the yams-which I hated. As for Arthur, I figured Tom would ask him to wear his wife’s clothes. What he said next was the last thing on my mind. Damn him.

My task was to strip off my clothes and dance in front of Arthur. He led us to one of the rooms. I was wearing a floral sarong and a red bikini pair. Honestly, I love them too much to take them off after only an hour of wearing them.

“Wait. I think it’s unfair that I’d be stripping off my clothes and this lucky fellow will do nothing but sit and watch with you. That does not make any sense, Tom.” I argued.

“None of you has the right to argue. I won. Remember?”

I shrug. The strip part was a bit off but I can do it. I was more irked with the dance part. Aside from a few gyrating motions-I don’t really consider myself much of a dancer.

“I can’t do it.” I tried again. I tried to gather tears around my eyes and throw tantrums but none of my usual stints are working. “I really can’t guys.”