Free Babysitters Erotica Collection: Over 100,000 Words of 20 Hot Sex Stories by Vallen Green

watching it over and over. Pierre saw her a few minutes later and sat on the other end of the couch. He was drinking some brandy and was looking at her. “About what I said in the car, I’m sorry.”, he said casually---as if he just stepped on her foot by accident. It annoyed her. She nodded without looking. “Will you look at me?”, he pressed. “I am trying to apologize.”
     
    She looked at him then and said, “We’re cool, Mr. Whales. Forget all about it. I just did.” Jill crossed her arms protectively over her breasts. “I am keeping my promise, and since I came here a few hours ago I haven’t bothered you. I don’t have any intention of breaking that.”, she smiled then. “Just think that I was possessed. It was nothing personal.” She laughed just in time for Chandler’s joke and focused on the T.V like he did not exist. This annoyed him tremendously. He gulped his brandy and grabbed her. She was so startled with what he did that her eyes seemed to double in size. He kissed her then----a forceful, unfeeling kiss that felt like would bruise her lips. She tried to break free but he wouldn’t stop, he held her jaw tight and ran his tongue on her full swollen lips. She gasped. “What are you doing?”, she asked. He kept the motions of his tongue on her lips and ignored what she said. He sucked her lips, willing them to part. When they did, it was worth it. Jill tasted so young and so sweet against his brandy burned lips and he nibbled at her. Pierre plunged his tongue with caution, careful not to cause her to stop him again. At that second, the doorbell rang. It was Mrs. Whales.
     
    That night, Pierre was unable to sleep. It was not because Gladys almost took in the scene at the living room. It was because, he felt so high-wired. He was not able to get enough of Jill--like she was very near but totally out of reach. Thinking about her is driving him crazy and as his thoughts were filled with her, he felt his sudden erection and almost cursed out loud. Gladys heard his sharp intake of breath and turned towards him. She knew him so much that she recognized his sound of arousal. Automatically, her hand flew to his dick. “Oh, you’re awake, Love.” She giggled loudly and began to fondle him. He closed his eyes and thought about being fondled by Jill, her delicate hands moving up and down his engorged flesh. It felt so good as her hands felt like satin against his sensitive parts. He moaned and it prompted her to go on. Gladys got so turned on with Pierre’s reaction that she went wilder. She slid his cock inside her mouth, imagining herself to be a paid whore servicing this guy----forgetting for a moment that he is her husband. She deep throated him and sucked his dick sensually, like never before. Her imagination went wilder and wilder as his groans became louder and louder. She shifted positions and rubbed her breasts against his member, loving the feel of his hardness against her softness. She didn’t know what got her so heated up, all she remembered was that she rubbed pure Black Musk Oil against her body, totally forgetting about the apothecary’s warning that it can fire up a woman unlike no other. She straddled him, tempting him with her wetness, rubbing her juices against his thighs.
     
    Pierre pictured riding him while his cock slid slowly inside her. It felt so good. She’s wet and tight and young and she rode him fast. Her breasts bounce with her every move, her hair all over her face. She ground her hips all over him, rubbing his cock against the walls of her flesh. She gripped his shoulders for support as she used the power of her legs to torture him, her pelvic muscles gripping against his dick as she rode him. She moaned against his ear and urged him to go faster, which he did. “Don’t stop...Don’t stop... I’m coming!!!!” With that, he released his seed in one swift explosion and imagined coming all over Jill’s face. Gladys sagged on top of him with a smile on her face,