Babysitter Auditions Pt. 06: Isabella

I sucked hard, pulling Isabella's button deep into my mouth, and she went wild. "Tú me vuelves loca cuando chupas mi clítoris, Papi—tú me vuelves loca—dame más—dame más—dame más," she moaned. "Ahhh, sí, Papi, sí, sí, sí, chupa mi clítoris—coge mi chocha con los dedos—más duro, Papi, más duro—dame más—me haces tan caliente . . . dame más, Papi, hazme vengo—hazme vengo—hazme vengo—"

Time for the coup de grâce. I sucked as hard as I could on Isabella's pearl, as if I were trying to suck it right out of her oyster, and corkscrewed her tunnel with my fingers. When I started humming the bass riff to "Bring Down the Birds," she began shaking and cried out, "Ay, Papi, tú me vuelves loca—tú comes mi chocha tan bien—tú lengua me vuelve loco—voy a venir—voy a venir—voy—a— ¡Coño!"

I held Isabella up and kept enjoying her delightful little pussy as she came. When I pulled my hand out of her sex, she slid back down into my lap and gazed at me with some wonder; then she shook herself, gave me a look of pure raw hunger, and pivoted herself around and down to lie on her back on the couch. "Vamos, Papi," she purred. "Quítate la ropa—get those clothes off. Dame tú chorizo. Cógeme con tú chorizo gordo."

"Gordo, eh?" I growled, peeling off my shirt and shucking my boxers. Isabella licked her lips at the sight of my raging erection. "Is this sausage big and spicy enough for you then?"

"Mmmmmm, eres enorme," she breathed. "Con cuidado, Papi, mi chocha es pequeño. I've never had anything that big inside me before . . ."

"Are you sure you want this cock, sexy girl?" I teased. "Are you sure you can take it all?"

"Ay, Papi, sí, sí, sí," Isabella moaned urgently. "Dame tú chorizo. Dámelo duro." She spread her legs wide, then reached down to spread open her pussy lips with two fingers. "Soy tuyo, Papi. As lo que quieras. Anything. Anything."

I got on top of her and buried my cock to the balls in her sex with one powerful thrust. "¡Ay, Papi!" she cried out. "¡Estás tan duro y grandón—se siente increíble!" I bent my head to suck on her nipple and gave her what she asked for, jackhammering her tight body into the sofa. "¡Ay, Papi, sí, sí, sí, dámelo duro, dámelo duro, dámelo duro!" Isabella wailed. "Me encanta tú chorizo gordo—me encanta coges mi chocha—tú chorizo cogiendo mi chocha me vuelve loco . . . Nadie me lo das como tú, Papi—tú me vuelves loca—tú chorizo es increíble—cógeme, Papi, más duro, más duro, más duro—dame más . . ."

"You're an incredible fuck, sexy girl," I growled. "I love your tight, hot, wet little pussy and your firm, juicy titties, and even more I love how into it you are. You're abandoned to the fuck. You're so fucking sexy . . ."

Isabella grabbed my head and pulled it to hers for a fierce, scorching kiss. "Hazme vengo, Papi," she breathed. "Make me cum."

I smirked at her and reached down to press her button. "Like this?" I asked.

"¡Ay, Papi!" she keened. "¡Tú me vuelves loca cuando frotas mi clítoris! ¡Voy a venir! ¡Voy a venir! ¡Ven conmigo, Papi—cum with me! ¡Dame tú leche—dame toda tú leche! ¡Ven conmigo! ¡Voy a venir—coño!" I erupted with a roar, slamming myself home inside Isabella and flooding her creampot; that tipped her over the edge, and she came with a shriek as her climax trucked her like a semi. She wrapped her arms and legs tight around me and squeezed while her inner walls did much the same to my prick.

As soon as she came off her high and I got off her, Isabella scrambled up and set about putting herself back together. "It will be tight, but I won't be late," she kept saying.

"So, dirty talk in Spanish?" I said.

Isabella grinned over her shoulder at me. "Yeah, mostly," she said. "It just feels right, you know? And there's a side benefit—boys here get really turned on by it. If I want something, sometimes I need to repeat myself in English to make sure I'm understood, but mostly there's no problem."

"Most of what you said, I either knew or had a pretty good idea. The context is pretty clear, after all," I added with a grin.

"Yeah," Isabella grinned back. She grabbed my head and kissed me thoroughly, then headed for the door. "I hope to see you again soon, Mr. Andrews."

"I imagine you will."