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Subject: {ASSM} Paying The Babysitter
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It had not been a good evening. I was dressed up to the nines and was 
looking my best. I'd drawn Ł100 from the bank and had headed out for my 
date. It had been a year, or very nearly, since my wife had walked out 
leaving me with our 3 year old son and I had been very much hoping that 
tonight would be my night. Of course, she didn't turn up. I returned 
home early, parked the car in the garage, and made my way past the back 
window of my house toward the back door.

I stopped suddenly as I passed a gap between the curtains. Unsure as to 
what I'd seen I looked through the gap. Fiona, the babysitter, was 
sitting slumped back on the sofa in the semi-darkness, bathed in the 
glow of the television. Fiona's family lived three doors down and she 
was home on her first holiday from university. Students are never 
wealthy, so I'd paid her Ł20 (not a bad sum in those days) to look 
after Craig. Now she was gazing at the television, her skirt rucked up 
to her waist and her panties pulled aside. She had evidently found my 
porn videos.

Fiona was quite short, with curves in all the right places. She had 
lovely curly blonde hair and crystal blue eyes along with peaches an 
cream complexion. Her left hand was already inside her loose cotton 
blouse and cupping her right breast. Her right had was stroking her 
trimmed blonde pussy and as I watched her middle finger probed inside 
while her thumb remained pressed against her lit. I imagined I could 
hear her moan through the glass of the window. Her strokes gradually 
became faster and she shut her eyes. I, on the other hand, had returned 
home thoroughly frustrated. I decided to share the frustration and 
strode to the back door.

"Hello" I shouted as I stepped into the kitchen. Craig was a good 
sleeper as a child. There were rapid noises from the living room 
followed by silence. A few moments later Fiona came into the kitchen, 
her face flushed and her skirt rumpled.
"Mr Summers. You're back early", she said.
"Stood up" I said as I opened the fridge door and took a cream cake 
from the shelf.
"Oh" she said. "That's a shame. People shouldn't do that".
"No, they shouldn't" I said. I could have stopped there, but I'd been 
rehearsing my grievance all the way home and so I ploughed on. "And I 
really thought tonight could have been magical. I haven't been with a 
woman since Morag left and..."
Fiona didn't know what to say to that and just said "That looks like a 
nice cream cake". I dipped my finger into the whipped cream and held it 
to her lips. She opened her mouth and her tongue took the cream as her 
lips closed around my finger. A drop remained on her lips and I wiped 
it off. We were standing very close together  now and really without 
thinking I stroked her left flank, over her stomach and up to her 
breasts.

Fiona suddenly pulled away. "I...I think I'd better go". She was blushing 
furiously and without thinking I grabbed her hand and said "Fifty pound 
if you'll stay". A moment later she was out of the back door and into 
the evening air, slamming the door behind her. I stood shocked by what 
I'd said and done, not moving for a few minutes. Then there was a knock 
at the door. I opened it and Fiona stepped in.
"Did you say fifty pound?" she asked. Dumbstruck I nodded. She smiled 
strangely and said "That would make me a whore, wouldn't it?"
"I suppose it would" I murmured and took my wallet from my trouser 
pocket. Fiona licked her lips and I took one of two Ł50 notes I had 
intended to spend on a night out. I handed it her and she slipped it 
into the breast pocket of her blouse. Then slowly and deliberately she 
unbuttoned her blouse., Her large, firm breasts in their low-cut bra 
and her creamy skin came into view. I flung my wallet onto the kitchen 
table and cupped her gorgeous orbs, stroking them and her soft curvy 
stomach. I heard her breathing become a little louder as my hands 
explored her body. She was pulling my shirt out of my trousers and 
stroking my belly and flanks.

I pulled her blouse over her shoulders and she shrugged it off. Then, 
reaching behind her, she unfastened her bra and her tits spilled out of 
them, large and beautifully round with deep brown nipples. I cupped 
them. I caressed them, I ran my thumbs over her hardening nipples. Dear 
God they were perfect. I bent and ran my tongue over her smooth warm 
skin
"Will your whore do?" she whispered
"God yes" I said as I teased her right nipple with my tongue. "You're a 
good whore"

I felt her hands unfastening my belt and the button on my trousers. 
Then my flies were open. The soft skin of her hand was wrapped around 
my firm cock, stroking it until it became harder than I could remember 
it ever having been. "Oh... you are such a cock-loving slut" I murmured 
as she worked my manhood. In response she sank to her knees on the hard 
floor of the kitchen. Her eyes fixed on mine she rolled her tongue over 
the burgundy head of my dick.

"Suck it, whore" I said. Without a pause Fiona opened her luscious red 
lips and took my my hard cock into her mouth. Her warm tongue pressed 
to it, she sucked on it as her lips ran up and down my shaft. Her hair 
stroked my thighs as her face rose and fell on my hardness, It felt 
fantastic. I could have come in that warm sexy mouth, but I was 
determined to fuck her. "On the table, slut" I said breathily.

She rose to her feet and walked to the kitchen table. I put my hands 
under her arms and lifted her onto the table, lying her back so that 
her arse was near the edge. Then I stroked her pussy through her 
panties - they were damp and she moaned softly. Pulling her panties 
down I found her pussy was surrounded by soft blonde hair. I probed her 
with my tongue, her musty scent filling my nostrils. I licked up and 
down her slit, rolling my tongue firmly over the hard nub of her 
clitoris. She was moaning gutterally and pressing my head urgently down 
onto her wet cunt. I slid a finger into her and drove it in and out of 
what I now knew to be a tight pussy. She was panting now and grinding 
her pussy against my mouth.

Gliding my lips up her inner thigh I stood up straight and looked her 
in the face. She was flushed and sweating. "I paid for a fuck, whore" I 
said. She smiled lasciviously and said "Fuck me then" She placed her 
right heel on my shoulder and pulled me a little with it. I placed the 
head of my hard cock at the mouth of her pussy, rubbing it up and down 
between her lips and over her hard, glistening clit. Then, with a 
single push I drove my shaft into her tight wet cunt.
"Oh God Yes!" she groaned as I filled her. Hooking my elbows under her 
knees  I held her legs apart and drove my cock deep into her. Slowly, 
at first, I pulled ed back until the head of my shaft was just at her 
entrance, then drove into her again.

After a minute or two I started shagging her with a firm insistent 
rhythm, pounding into her. Her large, creamy breats  wobbling with each 
thrust - that's always a sight that turns me on. Her eyes were closed 
now and her mouth formed a perfect "O" as she moaned. I love the smell 
of sweat and sex and it was driving me to fuck her faster and more 
insistently.

"More", she was panting now. "Please....more"

"You are such a cock slut" I grunted. "Gonna take it from behind like a 
bitch on heat?".

"Yes...please yess...." she gasped. I withdrew and she turned over. Her 
feet were only just touching the floor and the gorgeous roundness and 
creamy softness of her ass was a sight to behold. I placed my cock 
again at the entrance to her cunt and drove deep inside her.

"Oooohh" she moaned. My cock was engulfed in a warmth that gripped it. 
I picked up the rhythm gain and fucked her firmly and forcefully, the 
lower parts of her arse and her thighs slapping against me with each 
thrust. I could hear her getting wilder and wilder and her breath 
getting more and more ragged. She was close to cumming. The butter dish 
was on the table to my left. I took the lid off and smeared my thumb in 
butter. As I fucked her I slipped my greasy thumb into the small 
puckered hole of her arse.

"OH GOD!!" She yelled. I had clearly driven her over the edge and she 
started yelling out her orgasm. Stiffening , her hands stretched out 
and her back arched to take my full length she cried out "OH GOD OH GOD 
O GOD .......YESSS!!!!"

She was trembling after the throes of her orgasm, panting, sweat 
glistening all over her back. My wallet was lying on the table where I 
left it. I picked it up and took out the other fifty pound note, laying 
it next to her left hand. I bent over and whispered "Another fifty for 
your arsehole, whore" She hesitated a moment, then took the fifty pound 
note. I took a wadge of butter and greased her small rear entrance. I 
help the engorged tip of my cock to her anus and gently pushed. I heard 
her grunt and it went home and her spincter gripped it. It was heaven. 
I began slowly to fuck her arse, driving my cock deeper with each 
thrust. Perhaps to my surprise she started to moan with pleasure.

Faster, more urgently I fucked her behind. Reaching round her curvy 
waist I stroked her clit. A jolt of electricity seemed to pass through 
her. I rode her arse faster and harder, rubbing her pussy with each 
thrust. Tossing her head from side to side in abandon she began to cry 
out in pleasure. I was close to cumming.

"YES YES YES YES YEEESSSSS!!!" she screamed as she began to cum. With a 
roar I unloaded what seemed to me to be a year's worth of hot thick 
semen into her arse. I felt like I was cumming for hours.

For a short time I lay across her sweaty back  and we panted together. 
After a while we got dressed and sat in my living room talking. She had 
enjoyed the kinkiness of playing the whore (and, to be fair, she kept 
the money) and as we talked it became clear there were other 
interesting games we could play.

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