BabySitter Videos

Alex Brittain was in need of an emergency baby-sitter and lucky me got the job. When I say lucky me I have to admit that the luck was mixed. Because it was an emergency call our baby-sitter club charged double, but backed that up by guaranteeing that we'd supply an adult sitter. We only had eighteens and over in our little club. That was the good luck. It also put paid to my plans of going to a nightclub with a couple of the girls. There was the bad creeping in.

The reason for the emergency was because Alex was supposed to be looking after the little fiends himself while his wife was out at a hen's night, but he found himself summoned to an urgent meeting of the football club committee. It seemed that their star player had been pulled over by the police and asked to blow into a little bag. Subsequently they also asked him to drop by the police station so they could do a blood test. They even volunteered to drive him there.

The football committee now had to decide if they were going to hang the poor bastard out to dry so as to make a political statement or to simply dry him out with appropriate threats. Probably the latter, because he was a really good player.

I fronted up to start sitting and Alex told me I'd have no problems. The devilish duo were already down and asleep and unlikely to waken any time soon. (Not that I trusted that sort of comment. I've been bitten before by kids waking up when they shouldn't. And I mean bitten. You have to watch some of those little fangsters.) Alex also assured me that he shouldn't be all that long as they only had one item on their agenda. That I did believe because he wouldn't want to pay for longer than he had to. I might even be finished in time for a little club time.

Alex left and the kids slept on. Long reign peace. Unfortunately, along with peace comes boredom. There was nothing on the TV that I wanted to watch and I couldn't get interested in playing on the internet. I wondered if there were any decent games or moves on the PC.

Being too impatient to spend my time playing games I decided to have a look for movies. A quick search for MP4 brought up a list and right there at the top was Annie. I like that movie so I decided to watch it and started it going.

It turned out that it wasn't Annie the big film. Nor was it Annie Oakley, another film. This one starred Anne Wilson, another girl in our baby-sitters club. I checked the film title and it definitely said Annie. I guess that was just how Alex referred to her.

The film started with Anne just standing in the room I was currently in, looking towards the door. Anne is a relatively petite woman, but her figure was amazing. I'm four inches taller but I'd swap it for the rack that she had. For all of her big bust she had this sweetly innocent air, an air that seemed to deflect innuendo and casual passes.

As I watched her face lit up in her sweet smile and Alex strolled into the room. He smiled back and handed her an envelope which she dropped into her bag, not even checking to see if she'd been short-changed. I put the video on pause for a moment to check the sound controls. The sound was on so I had to guess that the video didn't have sound.

Starting the video again I watched Annie sling her bag over her shoulder and say something. As she was starting to turn towards the door I assumed that it was thank you and goodbye. I was about to turn the video off as boring when Anne cocked her head and looked back at Alex, a rather startled look on her face.

Her lips moved and I could tell that she was saying, "Excuse me?" with a slightly surprised look on her face.

Alex apparently repeated what he'd said and Anne now had a 'you can't be serious' look on her face. The pair of them just stood there and I could see it registering on Anne that Alex was serious. She was now looking thoughtful and then, to my surprise, she reached over and grabbed the front of his trousers. Her hand stayed there for a few moments and I was thinking, 'What the hell? Is she going to tug him off?'

I was even more convinced that she was about to do that when Alex turned slightly, becoming side on to the camera, revealing that he had an erection which was free from his trousers, and let me tell you, Anne had to be the one that freed it. I was shocked. She always seemed so innocent. If we'd been placing bets on club members who were still virgins she'd have been highly favoured.

It turned out that she wasn't going to give him a hand job, nor a blow job. She calmly stood there and stripped, and I mean totally stripped until she was one hundred percent naked. Alex twirled a finger and she did a slow three sixty, smiling all the while. Talk about showing everything you have. She didn't even have a bush to hide behind.

Once she was facing him again Alex reached out and cupped her breasts and spent a few minutes feeling them. After that he nuzzled them for a while, a hand dropping down to massage her pussy. Anne just seemed to lap up the attention, a slight flush developing on her face, but her happy smile seemed to say she appreciated the attention.

Alex took a step back and said something, pointing to the floor. Anne promptly sank down onto her hands and knees, and then folded her arms and rested her head on them. Alex promptly made a few minor changes to her position. He turned her slightly, and while Anne probably didn't know why, the improved camera angle explained it to me. He also had her turn her head, so she wound up facing the camera.

For his part Alex dropped his trousers and knelt behind her. I had a perfect view of him lining up and pushing home, with me able to watch both his clock sliding in and the look on Anne's face as it happened. The ease with which he slid home and the satisfaction on her face told me that this certainly wasn't her initiation to a sex life. She knew precisely what she was doing.

Alex was in no hurry to do the deed. He just rested his hand lightly on her hips and started sliding gently in and out, Anne lifting her hips and pushing to meet him as he came, not trying to force the issue but matching his current style. A dreamy smile seemed to settle over her face.

He kept up that gentle movement for ages. I wondered how long it felt to Anne, not that she seemed to be objecting any. According to the video timer he was doing it for nearly ten minutes. Either he had balls of steel or he was deliberately pacing himself so as not to get over agitated.

Alex leaned over Anne, his hands shifting, reaching around to cover her breasts. He must have said something as she nodded, and then he got to work in a big way. No more Mister nice and gentle. Mister rough and ready had come to visit. Alex was driving in hard, bouncing back after each stroke so that he could come ramming in again. Anne had her mouth open, probably making little sounds each time he thrust into her, her bottom now working over-time as she bounced under him, eager to take everything he could give her.

This phase didn't last nearly as long as the first one. Alex just went blasting away, giving his all and it was up to Anne to stay with him. I could tell from the look on her face when she climaxed, one hand jamming itself into her mouth to stop a scream. (That was the baby-sitter in action. Don't wake the kids by screaming.) Alex didn't take long after that before he fired off, looking rather odd as he seemed to start jerking spasmodically, as if someone zapped him with a battery.

Once Alex pulled out Anne grabbed her clothes and headed out the door, probably going to the bathroom to clean up. Alex walked out and a short while later the video stopped.

The video's date said it was about a month old. I'd seen and talked with Anne several times in the past month and she hadn't let out a peep about what had happened. Understandable, I guess.

I went to the folder that the video was in to see what else was there. There were a number of videos in the folder, all of them around the same length. Were these all sneak peeks at Alex bonking women? The folders were identified by first name only but I did see a few first names that might be girls from our club.

Top of the list after Annie was Brenda. That video was two weeks old. It couldn't be the Brenda I knew because she got married just a week ago. Had to be a different one. She'd had the same boyfriend for years. I couldn't resist sneaking a peek.

This video started in the same manner as Annie. Brenda, and it was the Brenda I knew, now married, standing in the front room, right there. That meant that the camera was probably, I turned and looked, over there. There was a mirror in an ornate frame on the wall. I walked over and looked at the frame and finally spotted the camera, hidden in the framework. I nodded to myself and went back to the PC.

Alex came strolling in and handed Brenda her wages which she counted and tucked away. As she turned to go she seemed to freeze slightly and turned to give Alex a shocked look. Proposition just made, I guessed.

Brenda firmly shook her head, saying something in a decisive looking voice. (I couldn't hear. I could only go on her expression.) Alex said something and she replied, still shaking her head. In my opinion she'd have been better off turning and leaving, not staying to argue the point, especially when the point seemed to be whether she would get fucked.

Alex was nodding and I don't know what he said but he also reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, extracting a note and holding it where I couldn't see it clearly. Brenda was looking towards the note and still shaking her head, but not nearly so decisively.

After a bit of give and take Brenda said something with a 'take that' look on her face. Alex tilted his head slightly, saying something and she nodded decisively. He shrugged and extracted a second note from his wallet and Brenda took them and tucked them away. (Little tart. You can be bribed.)

I saw Alex indicate that Brenda should strip but she shook her head and indicated he should in return. He finished by indicating both of them and she seemed to think for a moment and then nodded. Then it started.

He took off his jacket and she did the same. His shirt and her blouse both went. He dropped his trousers and she, blushing, slid her slacks off. Alex peeled off his singlet and Brenda hesitated, bit her lip, and unhooked her bra and let it drop. Very nice breasts she had, I have to admit, even if I am a girl. The only thing left were his jocks and her panties and they both dropped those at the same time.

Alex was pointing to the floor but Brenda was being difficult again. She shook her head and pointed to the floor, saying something to him. She waited and he gave a small shrug and lowered himself to the floor, lying flat on his back but positioning himself so that the camera looked straight down the length of his body.

Brenda settled down, straddling him, kneeling across his thighs, not quite touching him. She leaned forward, adjusting the position of his erection so it was standing straight up, and then lowered her head, her mouth closing over him. Her head bobbed for a little while, during which I saw that Alex was clutching at the carpet, his hands opening and closing. They didn't relax until Brenda lifted her head away from him.

Brenda shuffled a little higher up his body, still holding onto his erection. When she was in position she steered it between her legs and I could see her lowering herself onto it. She settled down slowly, setting her own pace, and enforcing it. I had to laugh when I realised that Alex was trying to thrust up into her, because Brenda would rise with the thrust, resulting in Alex not gaining a single inch before she was ready to take it. He rapidly came to the same conclusion and just lay there, undoubtedly gritting his teeth as she slowly engulfed him.

Brenda sat there for a moment, firmly impaled on Alex's cock. He reached for her breasts and she calmly slapped his hands away, shaking her head. Then she started to rock. She leaned forward and then back, not moving fast but leaning far enough that his cock was dragged partly out, returning when she rocked in the other direction. I had to give Alex credit for having an excellent camera and good placement of the camera. I could see everything taking place. I was even able to get a bit of a close up when I used the zoom on his player.

She didn't just keep up the rocking back and forth. After a while she changed to moving from side to side and then she was mixing it up, gyrating around on his cock. The way she was moving I wondered if she was trying to snap it off.

It turned out that all she was doing was simply foreplay. Her face was getting redder and I could see she was arousing herself with her activities. Eventually she lay forward, her breasts crushed against Alex's chest, and her movements changed. Instead of rocking her bottom was now bobbing up and down, slowly at first but then picking up speed.

Now that Brenda was lying on him my view of the action was somewhat diminished. All I could see was her lying there and her bottom bobbing away, presumably with his cock sliding in and out of her as she bobbed. Alex was just lying there and letting it happen, not putting in any effort himself. I wondered how long that would last.

Long enough to enjoy himself, that was evident. A bit boring from where I stood, just watching Brenda's bottom bounce and keep on bouncing. I didn't see anything that warned me that things were coming to a climax. It seemed to me that Alex just suddenly decided enough was enough and he rolled over, taking Brenda under him.

He reared up so that Brenda was fully exposed to the camera and started driving in with quite some gusto, me once again having a clear view as his cock plunged in and out, Brenda squealing and bucking under him. (I assume she was squealing. Her mouth was opening and closing a lot. She could have been yelling no, no, no, for all I knew.)

I could tell when Alex climaxed by the change to his action. Ditto with Brenda. I guess his climax was enough to trigger hers.

That was effectively that. Alex rolled off Brenda and they both gathered their clothes and left the room, presumably to get cleaned up before dressing. The video stopped just after they left the room. I suspected a switch to turn the camera on/off was in the hallway somewhere.

One thing I was going to do. If Brenda announced that she was pregnant any time soon I was so going to count the days from the birthdate backwards to probable day of conception. It could be interesting.

I was tempted to look at a couple more videos but decided not to. Too, too, embarrassing if I was watching one when Alex returned. I switched on the TV and resigned myself to watching some mindless dreck.

The trouble with watching mindless dreck is that it leaves your mind free to wander. I'd just seen two videos of Alex hitting on a sitter. How would I feel if he hit on me? Not that I'd go along with his evil ways, but how should I react? Then my second thought was what if he doesn't hit on me? That would be infuriating. Why wouldn't he hit on me? If he did and I said no, what would he do? Would he try to force me? Maybe I should check the videos to see if he ever resorted to raping his victim. Being raped would be bad enough but being raped on camera? I shuddered at the thought.

Upon consideration it seemed to me that all I had to do was remove temptation from Alex's path. I couldn't remove myself completely, of course, but I could go and sit in the kitchen and read magazines and drink coffee. That way, when he got home he wouldn't find me standing in front of the camera as the latest sacrificial offering.

I'd just finished a cup of coffee when Alex returned home. I stayed right where I was, letting him come to me. After a couple of minutes he breezed into the kitchen just as I finish washing and putting away the cup I'd used.

"Julie. How'd everything go?" he asked, passing me an envelope.

"Fine," I said, hastily tucking the envelope away, not even bothering to count it. "No problems at all."

Instead of tucking the envelope away I should have been watching Alex like a hawk. By the time I turned my full attention back to him I found him standing right in front of me, his hands gripping the waist-band of my tracksuit pants and pushing them down. Even worse, I could feel my panties were being dragged down with the tracksuit.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled at him, shocked.

What? I don't get propositioned? I just get jumped?

"The PC sends me a message when someone accesses my special files," he said, tapping his shirt pocket where his smart-phone was. "I saw that you watched at least two of them so you know what goes on. It seemed to me that if you didn't want to fuck you'd have just stayed in the front room where you'd be more comfortable and simply said no when I made the suggestion. Alternatively, if you did want to but didn't want to be caught on camera you'd probably retire to the kitchen so we could play without the camera."

"What sort of crazy reasoning is that?" I demanded.

"An accurate one," he replied, his hand sliding between my legs and cupping my vulva, "if the heat I'm feeling is any indication."

"Let's take this off," he said, letting go again and grabbing my top. He pulled it firmly up and I lifted my arms automatically, swearing to myself when I realised that I'd done so. Way too late to stop my top coming off, leaving me tastefully clad in a bra. Pants and panties bunched around my ankles can't really be considered as being worn.

Alex dropped his trousers, taking a step towards me at the same time. I took a step backwards and found myself leaning back against the kitchen table while Alex leant over me, his erection pressing against me. While I was distracted by that he unclipped my bra and encouraged it to fall away. Then he took a step back again.

Now I was looking down the length of my own naked body, seeing his erection waving in front of me. My immediate action to that was something along the lines of 'Fucking hell. That thing didn't look that big in the videos.'

"You're so aroused from the videos that I don't think we need to delay this," he said, and promptly started guiding his cock into place.

He was engaged and pushing home before it fully registered with me that I'd been so busy thinking of things I wanted to say about his arrogant and stupid assumptions that I hadn't even got around to telling him to back off. I'd just stood there and let it happen. It was official, I decided. I was certifiable.

"You can't do that," I said firmly, while watching his cock sink into me.

"Um, it seems to me that I can quite easily," he pointed out, driving deeper at a leisurely pace.

"I mean I don't want you to do that," I snapped, feeling his groin slap against mine.

"Well, now's a fine time to tell me, isn't it," he pointed out. "Really, how could you lead me on like this and then say no. I hadn't put you down as a tease."

"What? I'm not," I protested.

"Oh, good. So we can keep going," he said, sounding immensely satisfied with himself.

And keep going is just what he proceeded to do. After watching him in action with Anne I might have guessed how he'd go about it. He just moved with the steadiness of a metronome, sliding in and out to a regular beat, with me watching his cock as it thrust into me and then withdrew. If I'd had any sense I'd have been protesting bitterly but instead I was just watching fascinated as he moved into me, relishing the feelings he was raising. It wasn't long before I was the one going, 'ah, ah, ah,' as he took his pleasure.

Every time he came sliding in my arousal built that little bit more. His hands were now on my breasts, rubbing them, adding that little extra to the state of my arousal. And he kept on going at that same steady pace.