The strict babysitter Part 1

Tom was 30 and had only been a single father for a few months. His breakup with his girlfriend was still fresh, and life with his four-year-old daughter had thrown him off balance more than he wanted to admit. Sandra came two or three times a week to look after his daughter when he had to work late.

When Paul came home that Friday evening, the apartment was quiet. His little girl was probably already asleep. It was already 8:30. His shoulders were burning. Since the separation, every day had been the same: getting up at 6, taking Lina to daycare, going to work, and then back home in the evening. He barely had any time for leisure or dating.

Sandra sat on the sofa, a book in her hand. She had dark hair, blue eyes, a slender figure with an unusually full bust, and a voluptuous bottom that was clearly visible beneath her tight skirt. She smiled when he came in, put the book down, and stood up.

"Lina fell asleep early this morning," she said, gesturing towards the couch. "Have a seat, Tom."

"Thank you." He took off his jacket. "I couldn't do this without you."

"That's what I'm here for. Would you like a glass of wine?"

Tom nodded.

Then she fetched a bottle of red wine from the kitchen. Two glasses. When she sat down next to him, the distance between them was small. Her knee touched his. The warm scent of her skin mingled with the rich red wine.

They talked about their day. Tom told him about the project that had kept him late again, about the constant emails and the feeling of never getting anything done. Sandra listened, her head slightly tilted. Every now and then he saw the fabric of her skirt shift a little, revealing the silky edge of her tights. He looked away, took a sip of his drink, then looked back.

The closeness made him nervous. After just the first glass, he felt a dull, hot warmth spreading through his lower abdomen. Her knee was now pressed more firmly against his. When she laughed, there was a faint vibration in her throat, and he felt his penis involuntarily stir. heavy in his trousers.

His conscience immediately pricked him. Lina was sleeping in the next room, and Sandra was her babysitter. Since his separation from Natalie, he hadn't slept with another woman. Not even seriously considered it. And yet here he was, aroused by a woman to whom he had only ever entrusted his daughter.

He tried to ignore it. And yet he couldn't tear his gaze away from her mouth, from the moist sheen on her full lips, from the way her heavy breasts rose beneath her blouse.

Sandra put down her glass. Her voice became quieter, darker.

"You're somewhere completely different, Tom."

He swallowed. "Just tired."

"Tired?" She placed a hand on his thigh. Not by accident. Firmly enough that he felt the pressure, close enough to the thick bulge in his pants. Tom flinched. A hot stab shot through his penis. He wanted to say something, but the words caught in his throat.

Sandra looked him straight in the eyes. No smile this time, just that hungry look.

"You don't have to pretend like nothing's wrong." Her fingers slowly moved higher, encircling the hard, thick shaft through the fabric and squeezing firmly. "I can feel it. I have been the whole time. So stiff and hot."

Tom breathed shallowly. Excitement and uncertainty battled within him. Part of him wanted to stand up, create some distance. The other part wanted her to grip him tighter. His heart pounded heavily against his ribs.

Sandra leaned closer. Her warm breath brushed his cheek.

"Stand up."

It was quiet, but absolutely clear.

He hesitated for a moment.Then he obeyed. His legs felt unsteady. Sandra also rose, standing close to him. Her fingers unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zipper, and drew out his thick, stiff cock. The cool air and the hot, firm grip of her hand made him groan softly. The head was already moist and glistening. She stroked it once slowly from the plump tip to the thick base, felt the heavy throbbing, and then released him.

"Take everything off."

Tom stared at her. For a moment, it felt like a trance. The voice in his head, which usually screamed doubt and responsibility, was suddenly silent. There was no reason not to obey her. Not a single one. He wanted to. He wanted to do everything she said. The relief of relinquishing control was so intense that he felt briefly dizzy. Slowly, almost mechanically, he pulled off his shirt, then his trousers and underwear. He stood naked before her, his penis heavy, dark reddened, and moist at the tip, his hands hesitantly at his sides.

Sandra studied him as she slowly removed her skirt and blouse. Underneath, she wore only her bra and silky pantyhose. She slipped the pantyhose off her smooth legs, rolled them up, and stepped behind him.

"What if Lina wakes up?" Tom asked nervously.

"Then I'll take care of her," Sandra said calmly. “Sit down and put your hands behind your back,” she replied.

He lacked the strength to contradict her.
Then he sat back down on the couch and clasped his wrists together. The still-warm, slightly damp pantyhose wrapped tightly around his wrists – a simple but effective method. Bondage.

Sandra pulled it tight, knotted it, and checked the hold. The tightness felt pleasantly snug.

Then she opened her bra, took it off, and tied it as Blindfold around his head. Absolute darkness. The intense scent of her skin, her breasts, and the light perfume filled his nose.

"You won't move until I tell you to."

Her voice was calm and absolutely firm. Tom heard her kneel before him. One hot hand grasped his thick cock, the other his heavy balls. She stroked him slowly, firmly, applying a lot of pressure to the thick base. Every now and then, she licked the glistening glans with a shallow, wet lick, took him deep into her warm, tight mouth, sucked hard, and released him with a wet, smacking sound. Every time he involuntarily thrust his hips forward, she stopped immediately.

"Quiet."

The Tie up They cut in. The blindness made every touch unbearably intense. He felt her hot breath on his stomach, then how she stood up and pressed herself tightly against him. Her heavy, bare breasts against his chest, her soaking wet cleft against his thigh. She kissed him hard, biting his lower lip, while her hand continued to work on his thick, throbbing cock—sometimes fast and hard, sometimes agonizingly slow.

In the darkness, his thoughts were loud. The guilt, the relief, the pure, filthy excitement that someone was guiding him so clearly and harshly. This kind of Bondage, Spontaneous yet completely controlled, she let him fall deeper than he ever expected. Sandra sensed exactly when he was getting too close to climax. Then she stopped, waited until the pressure subsided, and started again.

"On your knees."

He knelt. His pantyhose held his hands firmly behind his back. Sandra sat on the edge of the sofa, spread her legs wide, and pulled his head between her thighs.The heavy, moist, feminine scent of her wet pussy hit him. She pressed his face firmly against her hot, dripping cleft.

"Stick your tongue out. And you don't stop until I come. Lick me properly."

Tom licked. Flat and wet over her swollen labia, then more precisely at her hard, engorged clit, sucking, thrusting his tongue deep into her tight, hot pussy. Sandra held his head with both hands, rubbing herself greedily against his mouth, moaning loudly and deliberately. When she came, she pressed his nose tightly against hers, convulsed violently, and let a warm, thick gush of her juices run over his tongue and chin. He swallowed greedily, as much as he could.

She pulled him up by his hair, turned him around, and pressed his face against the back of the sofa. His hands were tied behind his back. Tom felt her step behind him, slide his thick cock between his thighs, and press herself against him from behind. Her soaking wet, hot slit slid down his shaft as she kissed and bit his neck.

"You will only come when I allow it. Understand?"

Then she took his penis firmly and rhythmically, her wet hand sliding over his thick, throbbing cock, while she thrust into her tight pussy with her other hand. Tom groaned loudly into the sofa cushion. Bondage made everything even more intense.”

Just before he came, she stopped abruptly, let go of him, and waited until the wave subsided. Then she started again. Three times she tormented him like this, until he trembled and begged softly, hoarsely.

Finally, she turned him around, straddled him, and took his thick, stiff cock deep and hard into her tight, wet pussy. She rode him greedily, her hands on his chest, her heavy breasts bouncing, her wet slit slapping with every thrust. Tom could do nothing but feel her filling and squeezing him. When she came a second time, tight and hot around him, she finally let him.

"Now. On my face. Everything."

She slid off him, knelt before him, pulled his bra away from his eyes, and opened her mouth. Tom came with powerful, thick thrusts. Hot, viscous semen landed on her full lips, her tongue, her heavy breasts, and dripped down her chin. Sandra greedily swallowed some of it, spread the rest over her skin with her fingers, and smiled at him.

"Good job. What a great, thick cock."

Then she released his hands, kissed him on the cheek, and a little later they both fell asleep exhausted.

Tom had no idea what would happen the next morning...