BabySitter Surprise

I guess, thinking it over, I had to blame that stupid film. Well, partly the film and partly the fact that I just flatly didn't believe that Mr Baxter would do that. I mean, he was a married man and his wife was in the next room, for god's sake.

It had started off as a normal baby-sitting job. I fronted up at the Baxter's place. The kids had already gone to bed but weren't asleep. Freda and I went in to say good-night to them, letting them know I was there. They're good kids and they know me so there weren't any hassles. After that Freda and Steve shot through to wherever they were going.

The kids zonked off and I settled down to watch TV. A boring night on the television. Sometimes I wonder if it's always that bad or do they save the crappy nights for those times that I'm forced to watch it?

Anyway, I watched TV and played with my phone, changing channels every so often hoping to find something that would amuse me. It was about midnight and I was thinking of giving up and catching an hour or so of sleep when I changed channel to find the opening credits of a movie rolling past. I had a vague suspicion that I'd seen this picture in the past and enjoyed it so I decided to watch.

Now I'd like to be clear on one point. It wasn't a porno. No way. I am eighteen and able to watch that type of film if I want to but I just don't want to. Still, it was a little bit racy in parts. Certainly a bit racier than the videos I normally watch, but I didn't see any harm in continuing to watch it.

Oh, another thing I should explain. I was not, definitely not, masturbating as I watched the film. I may have inadvertently rubbed myself a little at a couple of points, but that was all.

Not that any of that mattered. The movie finished just before the Baxters arrived home. I heard the key on the door and turned the TV off, rose and stretched. I was feeling a trifle odd, a little hot and bothered, I'll admit. Probably after effects from watching some of those scenes.

The Baxters came in. Freda just gave me a wave as she passed by, heading down to the kitchen. Steve came into the lounge room to greet me and pay me. For some reason it was always Steve who paid me. Most jobs I find that it's the wife who pays.

Steve strolled over to where I was standing and for some reason ran his eyes over me. He was smiling and his eyes seemed to settle on my chest. I glanced down and promptly blushed. It had been a warm night and I was only wearing a light bra and a microfiber top. I love microfiber clothing. They always seem so soft, like silk. Now I was wishing it wasn't quite so soft and silk-like as my nipples were erect and had raised little tent in the material.

"One wonders what you were watching," Steve observed, glancing from my nipples to the TV and back.

"It was just a chick flick," I said defensively. "Nothing wrong with it."

"Didn't say there was," he said, and I could tell he was laughing at me. "Still, I'm curious about something."

To my great surprise and indignation he reached down and slipped his hand up inside my skirt and touched me down there. Boy, did my eyes open wide.

"Interesting that you should be so damp," he said, smiling even broader. "Just how aroused did the chick flick make you?"

"Not at all," I said quickly. "I don't know what you're talking about."

I hadn't realised he was such a cynical swine. He laughed at me.

"Hold this for a moment," he said, "and I'll show you something."

I automatically held what he handed me and found I was holding the hem of my skirt. Normally this would have left me with my panties on display but not this time. Why not this time? Because that rotten man had calmly taken them and peeled them down, leaving them at ankle height.

"You're all hot and wet here," he said, his hand between my legs and rubbing my mound.

I could feel my lips being molested and rubbed back and forth and side to side. Before I could protest he was pushing me back so I was half sitting on the edge of the arm of the couch. Looking down along my body I could see his hand rubbing me and I could see that my lips were parted and pursed.

"Now watch," he said.

"Watch what?" I was about to say when I suddenly saw his cock was down there, pointing at me. I mean, it really was, sticking out a mile in front of him, all big and hard and fat and long and altogether too much of it.

"What are you doing?" I managed to gasp out, which was a silly question. It was rather obvious what he was doing. His fingers moved my lips apart and his cock was there, pressing against me. He pulled his hand away and I could see my lips close around him.

I couldn't believe it. I was looking down and watching his cock enter me. The thing looked huge. It felt huge. It was only just inside me but god, did I know it.

"Keep watching," he said, and I found myself doing so while he slowly sank into me.

I'll swear I was so shocked that I just stood there and watched, seeing his cock pushing deeper, really and truly feeling it slide deeper. I couldn't believe this was happening. But it was.

He just kept on coming and I could feel myself stretching and adjusting to take him. I felt that I should be telling him to stop but I couldn't seem to find my voice, and I just stood there and let it happen. It went all the way in. When I first saw him my first thought was something along the lines of no way will that fit, but it turns out that it did.

"There you are," he said, still smiling. "Feel better now, do you?"

I didn't know what to say. Was he saying I'd wanted him to do this? I just looked blankly at him. That didn't seem to worry him.

"Now let's get moving," he said. "Just move with me, there's a sweetheart."

Now his cock was coming back out, I could feel it dragging against me. Just before I thought it would pop free he stopped and came charging back in, me finding myself automatically pushing towards him, helping him. For crying out loud. Why was I helping him when I should be screaming stop?

And of course that was the moment that Freda came into the room.

She didn't actually say anything. She just screamed. Steve didn't even miss a stroke. He just pulled slowly back, tantalising me, and then drove quickly home again. He did talk to her, however.

"Not my fault," he protested. "Anita has been watching porn and was desperate. What could I do?"

I was stunned. How could he say something like that? He'd just walked in and started fucking me. I hadn't done anything. I tried to protest but his cock kept distracting me. You try to say something coherent when a cock come charging into you.

Freda didn't have that problem. She was able to stand there and tear a strip off me, telling me I should be ashamed of myself. Any time I tried to answer she either shouted me down or Steve's cock came charging in again, making me lose track of what I was trying to say.

I expected Freda to go storming out but she didn't. She just moved around to where she had a better view of the action and stood there, watching Steve's cock slide in and out of me.

"For god's sake, Steve," she said scornfully, "if you've got to fuck her put some effort into it. Let's see her really bouncing off that cock."

I was all, "What? What? What?" while Steve just laughed and did as he was told. Just like that he was pounding in hard and fast, switching from what he probably considered to be a fun fuck to a determined effort to fuck me just as hard and as fast as he could.

He'd leaned more heavily over me, and I was now jammed against the arm of the couch, with him on top of me, my legs now kicking in the air while he bounced on me.

I have never been so effectively worked over in my life. I couldn't control what was happening and my excitement was simply carrying me away. I was gasping, trying to catch my breath, and then I was screaming as I climaxed, and climaxed in a big way.

Steve was finally off me and I was absolutely stunned. I couldn't believe what had just happened.

"Tell Anita to pull her panties up," snapped Freda. "See her out and tell her we won't need her anymore."

With that Freda turned and walked away while I tried to tidy up.

"That was rape," I pointed out to Steve.

"Oh?" he said, laughing again. "Ah, exactly when did you say no, or stop, or I don't want this?"

I opened my mouth to tell him and then realised I'd been too surprised at what he was doing to say anything. I'd been speechless, just not believing that he was actually sticking his cock in me.

I looked at him helplessly.

"That's what I thought," he said smugly. "Ah, I have your baby-sitting fee here. I've added a little extra just to show that there're no hard feelings about you seducing me."

Oooh, but I wanted to hit him. Still, the extra money helped sooth my frazzled nerves. (As did the lassitude of having had an amazing climax, but I won't mention that.)