Filthy smut

Babysitting for the Hartzells

 Babysitting for the Hartzells

by KT Lynn

Themes: M/FF; Babysitter

I collapsed on the couch exhausted. Jimmy was finally asleep, under the covers in his room. That boy was something else, always full of energy. I had to read him his favorite story three times before his eyelids started drooping.

Letting out a deep long sigh, I looked around the living room. The Hartzells were fairly well off, though they were modest about their wealth. Their house was classy and elegant, without any ostentatious décor. Mr. Hartzell owned his own business that he had bootstrapped from his college years, and Mrs. Hartzell taught yoga classes at the nearby fitness center. They both seemed to enjoy working out a lot and it payed off for them, they looked a lot younger than their years.

I had started babysitting for them a couple of years ago, when I was still in high school. When they found out I was back from college for the summer, they insisted that I had to babysit Jimmy again while I was back.

I didn't mind it at all. Jimmy was a playful and curious little boy and his parents had raised him well. Not to mention the fact that the Hartzells made it well worth my time whenever I babysat for them. Too bad I forgot to plan ahead and bring something to do while Jimmy slept.

My eyes traveled over a framed photo on the mantle. It was a younger Mrs. Hartzell, or Laura, as she preferred me to call her, wearing a flowing summer dress on a field of grass, her husband's head in her lap. They made such a cute couple.

Truth be told, I found myself attracted to Mr. Hartzell on more than one occasion. His immaculately maintained body, toned muscles, and easy smile left little butterflies in my stomach. I could have sworn I saw him looking at me once too, but I couldn't be sure. I didn't blame him for it, I had blossomed into a full figured woman, filling out my clothing with my curvy form.

I would never act on my little fantasies of course, I respected the couple too much. And Mr. Hartzell didn't seem like the type of man that would cheat on his wife either.

There was a large DVD collection next to their TV. I flipped through the titles, looking for something interesting to watch. Action flicks, yoga workouts, children's movies. Hm... this one was interesting. It didn't have the colorful professional packaging of a commercial DVD, just a hand written label. M21X92 Technical Specifications. Weird.

Looks like Mr. Hartzell got his work mixed in with the collection. I wonder if it would play in the DVD player or if it was just a CD. Popping it into the player, I returned to the couch and fiddled with the remote control.

When the images started showing on the screen, I stared, confused, for nearly half a minute. When I fully realized what I was watching, my face started turning red immediately.

There was a woman on the screen, completely naked. It looked like it could have been Laura, but I couldn't see her face. She was kneeling on the floor, a man's muscular legs and erect cock before her. With a shock, I realized it was the master bedroom. I was watching a sex tape of Mr. and Mrs. Hartzell!

When the surprise wore off, curiosity began to set in. Here was a chance to see what the nice couple did in the privacy of their bedroom. The woman began to bob her head up and down on the engorged cock. I couldn't see her mouth on it, but I did see the man's cock begin to glisten with saliva and pre-cum, when her head turned to the side.

Her fingers reached between his legs, lightly massaging his balls, as she knelt down lower and licked his wrinkled sack. He said something to her, muffled. I watched as she turned her head and stood up. It was unmistakable, that was definitely Mrs. Hartzell!

My heart pounded in my chest. I felt at once both guilty and aroused. Guilty for intruding on the couple's most intimate moments, and aroused at the lewd images before me. I knew that my panties were getting moist with my arousal.

Laura climbed up to the bed, arching her back and presenting her ass to her husband. Mr. Hartzell positioned himself behind her and slowly thrust his cock into her. A visible shudder seemed to pass through her as she braced herself on the bed, taking every inch of him.

I put my hand into my panties. Yup, I was dripping wet. Absentmindedly, I toyed with my outer lips as I watched the flashing images before me. What would it feel like to be in Mrs. Hartzell's position? Presenting my ass to her husband and letting him take me? I rubbed my fingers faster over my clit, closing my eyes to imagine the scene.

Blood rushed to my clit as I continued to tease myself, gently sliding a finger into my slit to get it wet before rubbing circles around my most sensitive spot. God, his body was gorgeous, I wanted his cock in my mouth, drool dripping down my chin, my panties reeking with my own musk...

The next few moments were a little confused and hazy in my head. I only remembered the expression on their faces. Laura's eyes wide in indignant shock, and her husband's lips thin with fury at the realization that I was masturbating to their sex video. Damnit! They weren't supposed to be back for another few hours!

"What are you doing, Tricia?"

I would have bolted out of their house if my legs had not turned to jelly at that moment. I was ready to die from the embarra
ssment of getting caught, not only masturbating, but masturbating to their private video on their couch.

"I... I, I was just looking for something to watch..."

I tried to come up with some excuse to save the situation. Mrs. Hartzell's expression of shock had faded away, now she only regarded me coolly.

She spoke next, "It looks like you were having quite a good time," flashing a meaningful glance at her husband, "do continue."

Something passed between them in their unspoken glances at each other.

I stuttered for words, trying to deny what she was saying.

"Perhaps you would like a live show as well? Don't be shy, you've worked for us for many years, I could always tell the way you looked at my husband."

It was my turn to be shocked, I wasn't sure if she was being serious or mocking me. Her actions answered my question. She unzipped her husband's tuxedo pants, and reached in, pulling out his cock, still flaccid.

It was a curious sight, watching her slender fingers massaging Mr. Hartzell's cock while she wore her elegant strapless evening gown. It wasn't long before Mr. Hartzell was hard. Laura, knelt down on the ground and began to run her tongue up and down his shaft. He let out a small groan of satisfaction.

I watched transfixed at the show before me. His cock looked even larger in person than on the video, his veins bulging through the skin. Laura swallowed it into her plush lips, sucking greedily on him as she wriggled out of her dress, revealing her large, round, breasts.

She turned her head to me, motioning me over with her hands. I got up off the couch, walking tentatively towards them. I was still afraid that they might be mad at me.

"Go on, I know you want it," Laura moved over to give me room to suck on her husband's cock.

Mr. Hartzell smiled at me. I looked at his erection again, beading pre-cum from the tip. Suddenly, I was on my knees, licking his salty pre-cum from him. His cock felt so full in my mouth. I ran my tongue, on the underside of it , letting the tip ram into the back of my throat. Laura's saliva mixed in with her husband's musk in my mouth.

Finally I come up for air, and Laura takes my spot immediately, her mouth making wet noises around him. I watch as his balls shrink into his body, and his knees buckle, shooting his sperm into Laura's mouth. It was so incredibly erotic to watch him cum in her mouth.

Laura moved immediately over to me, putting her mouth against mine. I had never kissed a girl before, and her soft, warm lips were like electricity against my skin. She parted my lips with her tongue, offering me the warm cum still in her mouth. I leaned my head back to accept it, letting her drip her husband's load into my mouth.

I know most girls aren't really into porn, but I had seen my fair share, including scenes like the one I was participating in now. Yet, nothing quite prepared me for how erotic it would feel to have another woman dripping her husband's cum into my mouth. She tilted her head back to accept the cum back and I leaned over her face, letting the slimy mixture of cum and saliva slid sloppily into her mouth and fall onto her chin. It slid down her exposed neck, slowly working its way down her breasts, threatening to soil her black evening dress.

I swallowed the cum still in my mouth, following her lead.

"That was wonderful, Tricia. You have quite a talent with your mouth," I smiled at Mr. Hartzell's compliment, "I think it's time we gave her some attention, don't you agree, Laura?"

Laura lead me by the arm back to the couch, helping me out of my jeans and taking my t-shirt and bra off. I felt suddenly shy, exposed and naked in front of the couple. Mr. Hartzells eyes glanced over me hungrily, making admiring noises as he caressed my skin with his hands. Laura did the same, grabbing my breast in one hand and sucking on my nipple. Her tongue swirled around my nipple, making the blood rush to it immediately.

I arched my back as each of them played with one of my breasts, alternating between warm sucking and light flicks of the tongue. Laura held my legs apart as Mr. Hartzell got down in front of me, his face inches away from my exposed pussy. He could see my fluids dripping out of my glistening lips and I squirmed slightly, embarrassed at my arousal. A thin layer of sweat was beginning to cover my skin, making me stick uncomfortably to the leather couch.

"Don't worry dear, you'll enjoy it. Mr. Hartzell is great with his tongue," Laura remarked, holding my legs firmly in place. Mr. Hartzell's tongue was firm but soft, licking up and down my slit. His lips nibbled at the outer edges of my labia, as I whimpered quietly. Laura joined in as well, her tongue fluttering on my clit, each time it touched me, sending vibrations of pleasure through my bundle of nerves.

Watching the husband and wife pair eating me out was too much. Part of me wanted to laugh at what I was witnessing. Mrs. Hartzell with her gorgeous evening gown halfway off, Mr. Hartzell in his tuxedo, his tongue running up and down my labia. I would have laughed, but there was hardly any room in my head for both the sensations in my body and my thoughts.

I couldn't hold it in any longer. Pleasure erupted within me, tensing and loosening my muscles at once. I fell back onto the couch, gasping softly. Laura glanced at her husband, giving him a knowing smile before locking eyes with me. I ran my hand through my hair, letting the sweat cool on my forehead.

"What... what was that?" I managed to say after some time.

"Just the beginning dear, just the beginning," Laura patted my thigh.

My eyes widened as I began to imagine what could possibly follow that.

"Honey, let's bring this into the bedroom, I don't want to wake Jimmy. Come, Tricia. Laura will bring your clothes."

I stood up shakily, following Mr. Hartzell upstairs. Even though I didn't know what they had in mind for me, I didn't want the night to end, not just yet. I felt strange, walking around their house naked. Looking behind me, I saw Laura carrying my clothes in her arms. She hadn't bothered to cover up her breasts and they jiggled as she walked up the steps in her heels.

Laura closed the bedroom door behind her as she came in, placing my clothes in a neat pile on the chair. Mr. Hartzell began to strip, revealing his fit, muscular body. His cock was beginning to harden again. I needed to feel it inside me. Looking longingly at Laura, the unspoken question was clear on my face. Can I have him?

"Go on, get on the bed, Tricia, you didn't come up here just to watch."

I obeyed Laura's order, climbing onto the bed on my hands and knees, arching my ass into the air. For a moment, nothing happened and I looked back in disappointment. Then I saw Mr. Hartzell positioned right behind me, his rigid cock before him. In one smooth thrust he took me, past my defenses. Moaning in lust, I felt his ridged cock brushing against my walls, his balls slapping against my vulva. I closed my eyes to savor the sensations.

When I opened them, Laura had fully disrobed of her gown and was on the bed in front of me, her legs parted. Her manicured fingers thrust easily into her swollen cunt. My face was so close, I could almost smell her musk. Bringing myself closer, even as Mr. Hartzell fucked me from behind, I kissed the back of her hand. She removed her fingers, coated with a slick layer of her arousal, strong with her scent.

I cleaned her fingers with my mouth, before turning my attention to her pussy. She tasted lightly fragrant, of flowers and the sea. It was difficult to concentrate on pleasuring her when Mr. Hartzell's cock was still in me. My pussy was contracting involuntarily against his vicious thrusts, each threatening to tear through me. But I didn't want to disappoint Laura for letting me have her husband's cock. I lowered my face once again to her pussy, sliding my tongue into her salty, slippery folds.

My tongue moved in rhythm to husband's cock taking me from behind. It was as if my tongue was an extension of his cock as he impaled my entire body on it. Laura's pussy was convulsing against my tongue, her abs tightening to hold back the oncoming wave. She grinded her pussy into my face, her face scrunched up in pleasure. Then all the tension went out of her body and sh
e fell back onto the sheets.

She smiled sleepily, before scooting down underneath me, placing her face directly under mine. Her tongue came up to meet mine, tasting her own fluids on my lips. Mr. Hartzell continued his furious assault on my pussy, while Laura gently kissed my neck.

With a suddenly slurp, I felt her husband pull out of me completely, and saw her shudder as he penetrated her. He began to alternate thrusts, penetrating her as she lay beneath me, then me, then back to her again. I don't know if it was more arousing to have his cock, or knowing that Laura's fluids were mixing with mine, as her husband pounded into both of us.

Finally it came, his cock dragged against my sensitive g-spot for the last time that night and I came, every fiber in my body screaming for release. I screamed into Mrs. Hartzell's shoulder, her soft hair on my face. My knees could no longer support me and I collapsed on her body.

Mr. Hartzell came right after, his fingers digging into my leg as he came into his wife, with me sandwiched in between them.

When I felt stronger, I got off the bed and dressed myself.

Both Mr. and Mrs. Hartzell watched me dressing,

"Tricia, thank you again for babysitting," Laura began.

"Yes, thank you. I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did. We may be heading for the opera next weekend, will you be free?" Mr. Hartzell continued.

"Uh... um, yeah. I think so,"

Words were still difficult for me to form.

"Well, just think on it, and let us know."