The strict babysitter part 2

The first light was already filtering through the half-closed curtains when Tom jolted awake. His first thought was for his daughter Lina. Was she already awake? For a moment, he listened intently to the silence of the apartment. Only when there was no sound from the next room did he relax again. His muscles ached dully. The scent of warm skin still lingered on the sheets. sex and Sandra's light perfume. He had no idea what this morning held in store for him.

Sandra lay next to him, naked. She opened her eyes when he moved.

"Morning," she said, her voice slightly hoarse. "What time is it?"

Tom looked at his phone and answered nervously. "Just before seven. We don't have much time before she wakes up."

Sandra sat up, the blanket slipping off her breasts. The mere sight of her rekindled the arousal from the previous evening within him—dull, warm, urgent. She noticed his gaze, smiled, and leaned forward. The kiss was slower this time, deeper, with the taste of morning. Her hand slid under the blanket to his penis, which was already half-erect, and she stroked it firmly.

"Come on," she whispered. "Then we should quickly go to the bathroom. Before she wakes up."

Tom hesitated briefly, but then let himself be persuaded. Barefoot, they quietly went into the bathroom, careful not to wake Lina. Their clothes from yesterday were still lying on the floor.

Sandra locked the bathroom door and turned on the warm shower water. Then she turned to him.

"Stand up."

Tom obeyed. Sandra took a large, clean towel, spread it out on the floor in front of the bathtub, and sat down on it.

She leaned back, propped herself up on her elbows, and spread her legs wide. Her vulva was already moist and slightly open.

"Come here. Get on your knees."

He knelt between her thighs. Sandra looked at him lustfully.

"I want you to finger me right now. Deep and hard. And you won't stop until I cum. Understand?"

Tom nodded. He slid two fingers into her tight, hot pussy. She was already soaking wet. He thrust rhythmically inside while his thumb circled her plump, hard clit. Sandra's breathing deepened, her hips moving towards him.

"Firmer... yes. Like this. One more finger."

He added a third. The wet, smacking sounds filled the small room. Sandra leaned her head back, her breasts rising and falling faster. Tom felt her walls tighten around his fingers, felt her getting wetter and wetter. Her juices were already running down his hand and dripping onto the towel beneath her.

"Not slower," she gasped. "I'm coming. Please continue."

Her voice grew louder. Afraid Lina might hear it, Tom put his hand over her mouth. Sandra then pulled him even closer and massaged his stiff penis.

He increased the pace, thrusting deeper and massaging her clit more firmly. Sandra bit her lip to stifle a moan. Suddenly, her entire body tensed. A warm, powerful gush erupted from her. The clear fluid sprayed in several strong bursts over Tom's hand, his wrists, and directly onto the towel. Tom continued for a moment. And even as she shuddered, a second, almost equally intense gush followed, running over his fingers and heavily soaking the towel beneath her. Sandra briefly pressed her thighs around his hand, thrusting uncontrollably against his fingers a few more times, and more fluids dripped and ran in thin rivulets over the already drenched towel.

She looked at him, breathing heavily.

"Good job.“

Tom was still kneeling between her legs, his breathing shallow. His thick cock was rock hard and throbbing visibly, the glans glistening wetly. His arousal had intensified during the fingering – it was so hard it was almost painful.

She sat up, grabbed the soaked towel, and folded it lengthwise. The towel was dripping slightly. Sandra stood up and stepped in front of Tom.

"And now it's your turn." Sandra held his gaze. "Do you like a little bit pain? “

Although he didn't know exactly what she was planning, he nodded curiously.

She grasped his thick shaft with her free hand, held it taut, and slapped the wet towel against the inside of his thighs, narrowly missing his full testicles. The wet fabric slapped loudly and sharply against the hot skin. A short, intense sting. Tom flinched and groaned softly.

Sandra struck again – harder. Then again, this time alternating between the shaft, the heavy testicles, and the inside of his thighs. Each hit It was controlled, but clearly noticeable. The wet towel left damp, burning marks. Tom's penis throbbed, the glans glistening thick and moist.

"Quiet," she said calmly as he trembled.

Then she dropped the towel, knelt down, and greedily took his thick, stiff cock into her mouth and sucked hard, almost animalistically, while one hand kneaded his heavy balls.

Tom groaned loudly. Then she let him out again and masturbated him with a firm, wet hand.

"Now you may come."

Tom came in powerful, thick spurts. Hot semen landed on her hands, her breasts, and the floor. Sandra held him tight until he stopped and licked her hands clean.

Then she grasped his still semi-erect penis, pulled him closer, and pushed him deep inside her. For a moment, she savored the sensation of him slowly sliding out of her, shrinking back down.

Afterwards, they showered thoroughly. Sandra put on the clothes from the previous evening and looked at Tom. In her eyes was a mixture of contentment and clear, female dominance.

"This stays between us. Okay?"

Tom nodded hoarsely. "Sure."

Sandra grabbed her bag, stepped close to him again, and winked at him.

"Write to me if you need help."

Then she was at the door. Tom heard it close quietly.

A few minutes later, the familiar rustling sound and Lina's sleepy voice came from the children's room: "Papa?"

He took a deep breath, went over, and lifted his daughter out of bed. Everyday life resumed.

As he stood in the kitchen with Lina preparing breakfast, his phone vibrated. A message from his ex, Lina's mother:

"Hey. I'm in town this weekend. Can we have a quick chat? About Lina... and maybe about us."

Tom stared at the screen. The message was neutral, but he immediately felt the old tension beneath it.

At the same time, he thought of Sandra's last words. Of her voice. Of the last few hours.

Two women.
One of them had just barely retained control over him.
And the other one suddenly reappeared.

He swallowed, closed the message, and lifted Lina onto the chair.

The day had only just begun.