Babysitter Auditions Pt. 01: Kylie

My hand moved almost of its own volition, finding her hole with two fingers and her clit with my thumb. Kylie gasped as I rubbed her button, then moaned in my ear when my probing fingers found the rough area on the front wall of her fucktunnel. "See?" she panted softly. "Tight as advertised . . . and so—fucking—wet for you . . . I've wanted your dick in my greedy little cunt since I first laid eyes on you, and if your wife doesn't want you, you're fair game—I have to have you."

I grabbed one of the big, juicy tits I'd been trying so desperately not to look at and squeezed. "That's right, baby," Kylie moaned softly in my ear. "Examine my qualifications—carefully . . . ohfuckyeah finger me just like that—try out my pussy properly—you can't be too careful . . ." She pulled her hand off my cock and hurriedly unbuttoned her blouse. She opened a zipper between her sweet melons, leaving only a couple clasps holding the bra closed in front. Her hands were shaking, so it took her a couple tries to get them open. It seemed like forever before the cups fell away and her heavy boobs swung freely before my eyes. They were big and juicy with large, round pink areolae and nipples pointing perkily upward.

"You like them, Sir?" Kylie asked in a sultry voice. "You should try them out—they're 34Gs, in case you were wondering . . ." Kylie eagerly put my hand back on her tit, then grabbed my head and pulled it down to the other one. "Give my sweet titties a close inspection—they're so big, and bouncy, and perky—perfect 20-year-old titties . . . all natural, no preservatives . . ." Her nipples were long, fat pegs; I sucked one into my mouth, running my tongue all over it, and gave the other an experimental pinch and twist. She mewled and shook, her hotbox convulsing around my fucking fingers. "Fuck my nipples are sensitive," she breathed. "You've already made me cum so fucking hard . . ."

I found my voice at last. "You realize there are other candidates for this position," I said roughly. "I'm going to need to do more than just examine your qualifications; I'm going to need to evaluate your performance—very thoroughly—to know if you're the best candidate for this position." I latched on to her fat, creamy boob again and sucked hard, filling my mouth with her silky skin and springy flesh.

"Any position you want, Sir," Kylie gasped. "Any time you want—as long as you want—fuck!" she shrieked as I thumbed her clit, triggering another climax.

I turned her and pushed her backwards. "Let's see how you do when your back is against the wall," I growled. When Kylie's shoulder blades hit sheetrock, I squatted down and yanked down her skirt, taking her panties with it. I thrust my fingers back into her fuckhole, pumping hard, earning a squeal of pleasure. I wrapped my free hand back around one tit, massaging it and pinching its stiff pink point between my knuckles; I feasted on the other one, licking and sucking and filling my mouth with titflesh. "Take me, Sir," she moaned. "You're so fucking good . . ."

I kept on that way until Kylie squealed in orgasm, then squatted down further. I picked up one leg and hooked it over my shoulder, then dove in to her flooded slit. I corkscrewed her tight box with my fingers and licked her hungrily from hole to post and back again. She was tangy and spicy and altogether wonderful. "Eat me, baby," she mewled. "Eat that sweet pussy so fucking good . . . This is the best fucking thing ever . . . I'm at your fucking mercy . . . wide open for you . . . just a defenseless little babysitter at your mercy . . . so fucking good . . ."

I latched my lips around Kylie's quivering button. She squealed as I suckled it like a nipple; then I sucked hard, as if I were trying to suck a watermelon through a straw, and started humming the bass riff to "Bring Down the Birds." She went utterly still and silent for a moment, then took a sudden deep breath and screamed at the top of her lungs. Her tunnel walls went crazy around my fingers and her upper body writhed and twisted as she pressed her slick twat hard into my face.

I kept eating Kylie out while she came and came and came, then pulled my fingers out and stood up. I slid her thigh off my shoulder on to my forearm and used my other hand to aim my dick. She was at the perfect height; I used my legs to drive my thrust as I slammed my cock hard into her empty cunt. She howled and came again, but I didn't let up. I hammered her ass into the wall, driving my shaft into her tight, wet heat over and over and over again.

"Is this what you want?" I growled in Kylie's ear. "You want to get fucked into the wall like a shameless little cockwhore?"

"Yes, Sir—yes, baby—oh, yesyesyesfuckyes," she panted. "Take me—fuck me—hard—harder—"

"Good, because I'm going to nail you right to the fucking wall," I snarled. "I'm going to pound you so fucking hard, that big round ass of yours is going to leave a big round fucking dent in the drywall, and every time I go past it, I'm going to say, 'That's where I owned Kylie Morgan.'"

"Do it, lover—do it," Kylie cried out. "That's so crazy fucking—hot—"

"Are you on the pill like a good little slut?" I asked roughly.

"Yes—" she gasped.

"Good, because I'm about to own your tight cunt. I'm going to cum so deep in your little pussy, you'll feel it in the back of your throat."

"Do it," Kylie moaned urgently. "Cum inside me—give me your cum—fill me up and make me cum . . ."

"I have years built up," I growled. "Do you really think you're slut enough to take it all?"

"Give it to me—give me your cum—give me all your cum—let me feel you—" Kylie begged.

I erupted with a roar, driving my cock into her as hard as I possibly could and shuddering with the force of the explosion. When she felt me blow, she screamed again and came with me, pressing her fingers into my back.

*****

I picked up Kylie's panties and handed them to her. "Use these to keep from dripping on the floor," I said, "and come with me. I'm not done with the evaluation."

"I sure fucking hope not," she breathed in return, "because I haven't had anything like enough of that cock yet."

I led her into my bedroom and pulled back the sheets on my king-size bed. As insanely hot as Kylie was, and as deprived as I had been, the usual refractory period seemed to have been suspended; my prick felt like a steel bar waving around. "Lie down on your back with your head hanging off the edge," I said roughly.

"Ooooh, Sir, you're going to evaluate my throat now?" Kylie purred. As she positioned herself for me, she said, "Fuck my little throat as hard as you want. I'm a big girl, I can take it." Her voice suddenly smoky with lust, she added, "In fact, I fucking love it." This girl is a walking wet dream, I thought. I bent my knees a little more and slowly pushed my cockhead into Kylie's mouth. It took only a little shifting for me to drive it into her throat; she took me so deep, my balls rested on her forehead.

I leaned forward to grab her tits with both hands, for balance and because I wanted to. I squeezed them and pinched her nipples; Kylie shivered, then swallowed hard, once, twice, three times, working my rod with her pussy-soft throat. "Play with yourself, baby," I told her. "I want to see your fingers working that sweet slit." She complied quickly, eagerly, almost frantically.

I manhandled Kylie's jiggling mounds and started fucking her mouth with long, vigorous strokes. The drain-clogging noises she was making sounded uncomfortable, but her fingers were working furiously in her twat, and the other hand was busy playing with my balls. The way she worked my cock with her throat with each thrust told me she had done this more than once; it felt incredible—better than almost any pussy I had ever fucked. Not better than hers, but it's close. It wasn't long before I felt my balls start to boil. "I'm going to blow my load right down your pretty little throat," I growled. "Then I'm going to eat you out while you get me nice and hard again for your pretty little pussy."

From the sounds she was making, I could tell Kylie liked my plan. I buried my cock in her throat one last time before my balls boiled over and my climax crashed over me like a tsunami. I threw back my head and roared, squeezing her melons and pinching their stiff pink tips, as my cum cannon went berserk, flooding her throat with my cream. Suddenly, her hips bucked and she started to thrash, even pinned as she was by my erupting cock: the combination of my orgasm and her own busy fingers brought her to her own climax.

As soon as I could, I pulled out of her face. Kylie shifted around to get her head on the bed while I straddled her in 69 position. "Ohh, Mr. Andrews," she cooed, "you shave your balls. That makes it so much nicer to suck on them . . . such big, heavy balls, so full of thick, creamy cum for me . . ." She grabbed my half-deflated prick in one hand, wanking it slowly, and used the other to guide my ball sack to her mouth. I felt her lick it all over—How long is that tongue? I wondered—and then capture one ball with her lips and suck on it gently. She rolled it around in her mouth, then did the same to the other one, licking it all over as she sucked on it. Then she opened wide and sucked them both in, pulling on them and painting them with her tongue.

I suckled Kylie's clit and pushed two fingers into her reddening hole, rubbing her G-spot. She moaned and thrust her hips against my hand. She sucked on my balls with greater urgency, then pulled off with a lewd plop. She slowly wanked my rod, which was once again long and achingly hard. "It's time for you to put this monster in my defenseless pussy again," she purred. "That's what you want, isn't it, Mr. Andrews, to stuff my tight . . . hot . . . wet . . . hungry little babysitter pussy all full to bursting with your big sexy man-muscle? Mmmmm, it's all nice . . . and long . . . and hard . . . and thick . . . so you can pound me with your big fucking pussyhammer until I cum screaming all over you. Isn't that what you want, Mr. Andrews? Oooooh, Mr. Andrews, I felt that twitch. I know that's what your cock wants—it's gotten all big for me and everything—to make this babysitter your naughty little fucktoy."

I flipped myself around, hooked my hands under Kylie's knees, and folded her double, putting her knees to her chest. I aligned my shaft with her wet borehole, then reached under her legs to grab her big, supple boobs. I squeezed them, capturing their hard pink points with thumb and forefinger and taking a minute to play with them.

"Oooooooh, this is promising," Kylie purred. "Pinch my nipples, Sir—just like that, Sir, just like that—squeeze my big firm tits . . . You like my big fat titties, don't you, Mr.—"

Her voice cut off with a gurgle when I slammed my hips forward and down, burying my dick to the balls in her tight young cunt. I kneaded her tits, pinching and rolling their sweet buds, and fucked her hard and fast and deep as fucking hell with long, pounding strokes. "Fuck—" Kylie gasped after several long moments. "Fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—ohhhh, Sir, you're fucking me so—fucking—deep . . . Give it to me, Mr. Andrews, give it to me—fuck me hard, take me, pound me like a little fucking cockwhore . . . Make me your cockwhore, your cumslut—make that slutty little pussy yours . . . own my tight little babysitter pussy . . . ohhhh, fuuuuuck I love that big fucking mommymaker, it's so good pounding my snug little cunt . . . so good to be fucked by a real man at last . . . fuck me like a real man fucks his naughty little slut . . ."

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" I growled. "That's why no one your own age can satisfy you. You like being dominated by a real man—you like having your hot little cunt lined up and taken by a man who has a cock big enough to satisfy you and knows what to do with it. I'm fucking you right into the bed, and you love it. You love feeling me pound that sweet pussy with my big dick—you love knowing I'm making you my fucktoy, my cockwhore, my personal slut. Isn't that right, sexy girl?"

"Yes!" Kylie screamed, cumming hard just as she tried to speak. Her climax crashed through her like an avalanche; her fucktunnel pulsed almost painfully around my driving shaft. "Fuck . . ." she moaned, when she could speak again. "Please, Sir, take me, make me yours, make me your fucktoy, make me your naughty little slut . . . Hire me as your babysitter, hire me as your maid, make me clean your house naked, whatever you have to do, just keep fucking me . . . More—more—more—please more . . . Squeeze my titties, pinch my nipples, own my little cunt—fucking own that hungry little cunt, fucking take me, claim me, mark me, make me yours—anything, anything, just—keep—fucking—that—pussy . . . So fucking good, your cock is so fucking good—take that tight little babysitter pussy, own it with that big fucking cock, make it your pussy, for your cock, fucking take it, keep it, own it . . . Don't stop, don't stop fucking me, I'm so close so close so close—"

Kylie like an angry falcon as her body detonated around my cock, but I didn't slow down. The bed sang loudly as I did my level best to jackhammer her right through the mattress, but she still cried out for more. I let go of one of her fat, juicy melons; she moaned in protest, dying in a strangled yelp when my fingers found her pearl and pressed it into my big fuckpiston. "Fuck!" she howled, exploding into orgasm again. Her convulsing box made it a challenge to keep fucking her without cumming myself, but I hung on to keep pounding her. "Fuck, Sir," she gasped. "My tit—my clit—your cock in my pussy—fuck that's good . . . You fuck me so good . . . Never fucked so good, never fucked so deep . . . Take that hot college-girl cunt with that big man cock . . . You like that tight little babysitter cunt, Mr. Andrews? You like feeling it wrapped around your big fuckstick? You like how hot and wet it is? You made me so wet—so hot—so crazy fucking horny . . . I love your big thick mommymaker, Mr. Andrews—my dream cock—love, love, love you fucking me . . ."

"Good, sexy girl," I grunted, "because I plan to do a lot of it." I rubbed her clit harder, making her gasp. "You have the tightest, hottest pussy I've ever fucked, and the sexiest titties . . . Babysitter? You're a wet dream come true, you sexy little vixen."

Kylie mewled, "I'm your wet dream now, Sir . . . I'm your sexy little minx . . . Make me your babysitter and I'll be your private slut, all day every day five days a week . . . I'll let you fuck me until your balls shrivel up like raisins 'cause you've emptied them into your personal babysitter fuckslut . . . Fuck me into the bed, Mr. Andrews . . . fuck my brains out . . . take me—give me everything—blow your load in me—fill me with your cum . . . Please fill me with your cum . . ."

"Not yet," I snarled. "One more . . ." I pulled out and said, "Get up on all fours."

"Oooh, I love fucking doggy," Kylie said in a sultry voice as she obeyed my order. "It makes me feel irresistible . . . Come and get me, Sir—fill me hard and fast and deep—make me cum howling on your big-dog dick."

I got up on my knees between her calves and settled my knob just inside her slick fuckhole. "Please, Sir, don't tease me," Kylie mewled. "Fuck me—fucking fuck that tight pussy—make me your naughty babysitter slut . . ." I hooked a hand around her thigh and grabbed a thick hank of hair close to her head with the other. I could hear her start to say, "What—?" as I hauled back hard on her hair and slammed my hips forward, feeling a hard jar in my legs as our bodies crashed together. My balls slapped her quim; I felt my cockhead reach her posterior fornix, stretching her cul-de-sac around my glans.

Kylie squealed and her body erupted around my prick, but I wouldn't let up. Anchored and balanced by my hand in her hair, I fucked her hard and fast from the jump. I reached around into her snatch, and she squealed even louder when my fingers found her button as another climax flash-fried her nerves. I mercilessly jackhammered her cunt and rubbed her clit as she writhed and called out my name. "Never had your hair pulled, baby?" I breathed.

"No . . ." Kylie moaned. "Never so deep . . . your cock is so crazy fucking deep . . . you're hitting places I've never felt before . . ."

"You're getting fucked, little vixen—I'm going to fuck the brains right out of your pretty little head, and there's not a single fucking thing you can do to stop me until I'm ready to be done—and you fucking love it, don't you?" I growled.

"Oh fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes," Kylie breathed.

I pounded her even harder; every time my hips crashed into hers, her ass rippled and the sound cracked through the room like a gunshot. "I'm going to fuck you into next week," I rumbled. "I'm going to fucking ruin you for any other man, and then I'm going to blow my load so deep in your tight little cunt, it will hit virgin territory . . . you're being deflowered all over again."

"Fuck yes, Sir," Kylie pleaded, "fuck yes, Mr. Andrews, make me your little babysitter creampie, fill that sweet babysitter cunt with your cream—fill it so full, it overflows—fill me up with your baby batter . . . Let me feel you cum in me, cum deep in me, cum deep in my hungry college-girl pussy—let me feel your heat . . . Please, Sir, fill me with your cum, make me cum, make me cum so fucking hard on your cock, make me cum with your cum . . . I need you, need your cum, need your fucking cum, need it so fucking bad, cum deep in me and make me cum so fucking crazy hard . . ."

That was too much for me, and my climax hit me in the blink of an eye. "Take it, minx—" I cried out. "Cumming!" I blew so hard I saw stars and heard voices. I buried my cock to the balls in her heat and ground against her as if I were trying to force my hips in.

"Yes!" Kylie again as a shattering orgasm blasted through her like a rocket. Her body went into rictus, and her cunt walls clamped down so hard I'm sure it would have hurt if I had been capable of feeling pain at the moment. As it was, I felt only pleasure as her body milked me dry.

When the fire of our joint orgasm drained away, we collapsed to the bed. I ended up on my back with Kylie half-draped over me, her hand resting on my deflated prick, mine stroking her hair. "That is what I always hoped sex would be like, and never has been until now," she whispered.

"I'm glad I got to be your first," I whispered back.

"I'd love for you to be my last, after a few million repetitions."

*****

Kylie and I drifted off to sleep wrapped around each other. Fortunately, we didn't sleep long. We kissed and cuddled for a few minutes, then reluctantly got out of bed. "That was absolutely incredible," I murmured in her ear. My hands explored the soft, smooth skin of her back and the full, firm curve of her amazing ass. "I'm not sure my wife was ever that good." Kylie purred in pleasure. "Unfortunately," I said reluctantly, "I did schedule interviews with other candidates, and I feel like I owe it to them to give them a chance."

"I understand," Kylie replied softly. "Just promise me I'll be on your callback list."

"My what?" I asked, blinking in surprise.

"Your callback list," Kylie answered, the corner of her mouth twitching up. "You'll be auditioning all these young, sexy, willing women to be your babysitter and personal slut; and once you've finished the first round of auditions, you'll narrow it down to the top handful—of the top handfuls—and do callbacks to figure out who you're going to hire."