Babysitter's Oral Exam

Mr. and Mrs. Bradford work a lot. I like it because I get to babysit their baby daughter, and that really helps to pay for my last year of college. Last month alone, I made nearly a thousand dollars, because Mrs. Bradford is a night shift security consultant and Mr. Bradford was gone for two weeks on an Asian business trip. But this month, I started earning more. Mrs. Bradford had to go upstate, so I was at their house for four straight days. It’s ok, I was in between semesters. But Mr. Bradford came home early one afternoon and he brought me a big salad and mineral water. I used to be way heavier than I am now. But he mentioned a few weeks back that I was looking really great, and he loved my curves. I blushed, but it felt really sexy to be complimented. I’m still a little chubby, but even I think my curves are sexy now. “So you really are close to graduating?” he asked as I was having salad. “Yep,” I said. “I’m near the top of my class too.” “Your teachers any good?” “I think so,” I said. “Except for Dr. Fadden. He’s always staring at me.” “It’s a compliment,” he replied. “Look, I’ll be honest, you’re a very attractive woman. I’ve even had thoughts about you.” I could feel the lettuce stop crunching in my mouth and could taste the dressing at the tip of my tongue. I inhaled and almost choked and he let out a short laugh. But I couldn’t move. I could only sit there and blush. Finally I finished chewing and swallowed. “I don’t know what to say,” I said. I’d had hundreds of fantasies about Mr. Bradford. Sometimes when I masturbated, I could taste his cock in my mouth. “You don’t have to say anything,” he said. “I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. I can be a little blunt.” “No, no,” I protested. “I’m not uncomfortable at all. I have to be honest. The feeling is mutual. You are a handsome man.” “So I’m told,” he said with a laugh. “Look, I’m not one for games. I’m in love with my wife, but I like sexual variety. I won’t lead you on. I’d love to have fun with you, and I’d take care of you financially like a really good friend would.” “I’m not a whore,” I said. I was trying to be open minded and not get mad. “I don’t have sex for money.” “I wasn’t suggesting you were a whore,” he said. He leaned over and brushed the hair away from my eyes. “I was saying I’m very fond of you, I’ll help you with college, but I love my wife. I don’t love you, but I’m very attracted to you.” I don’t know what came over me, but I put my salad on the coffee table, took a sip of water, and then I got on my knees between his legs, unfastened his pants and pulled his nicely sized cock out of his boxers. His cock hardened as I slipped my lips over the head of it and teased it with my tongue. And it tasted every bit as good as I had imagined. I wanted him to feel good, so I slid the shaft into my mouth, swallowed and took it into my throat. I kept doing that over and over, pausing in between to tease the head of his cock. And he was moaning. “You’re so good,” he said. I responded with an “Mmmmmmm…” And I got really good suction on it and pulled my head back so it made a really load pop. Then I took it back in my mouth and swallowed right away to take it back in my throat. I kept it there until I gagged, but he put his hand on my head and kept me for a couple seconds more, until my eyes teared up a little and I gagged hard when he let go. But I didn’t stop. I took it back into my throat, tasting his pre cum as it was coming off on my tongue. And he held my head again, but he wasn’t being mean, he was just into it. When he let me go, he told me to wait a second, then he stood up and let his pants slide down and lowered his underwear. “You’re so pretty,” he said. “Thank you,” I replied. He took my hair in his hands and told me to just let go, put my hands in my lap, and he pulled my mouth back onto his cock. He started pumping his cock into my mouth, and I would swallow to let him know he could deep throat me and he did. He kept pumping and before long he was groaning in ecstasy. I swallowed again and he thrust really hard into my mouth and down my throat. I could feel the burst of his semen down my throat and I concentrated on swallowing it until I started to gag. It felt like he was going to pull all the way out and I caught his hips with my hands, keeping his cock in my mouth until I sucked every drop of his affection for me out of it. I helped him pull his pants up, and I told him it was the hottest thing I’d ever done. We sat on the couch chatting about classes, and he played with my nipple through my shirt and bra until I felt it get hard. We both laughed when I blushed. “I have to get home,” I said. “Well,” he said, “Someone needs dinner.” The baby was beginning to cry. He leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. “Before you go, would you see if her formula is ready to be heated?” “Sure.” I went to the kitchen and pulled it from the fridge. I left it on the counter for him and headed back to the living room. “Thanks for a great time,” he said. “It was fun,” I replied. When I got home, I opened my purse to take out my house keys. In it there was five hundred dollars in twenties. I giggled as I opened the door and went in. That’s when I found the note. It said: “See you tomorrow at 4:30. Wear something sexy and I’ll bring the wine and dinner.” I’m going to hate it when his wife gets home, but like I said, I’m lucky she works nights. End