Marie was frustrated. Once again her boyfriend Shawn had failed to satisfy her. After some gentle foreplay followed by a few minutes of slow, passionless penetration, he'd collapsed beside her, then snuggled up close and fallen promptly asleep.
Marie, of course, was just getting started. She silently teased her clit as her boyfriend snoozed next to her, bringing herself to a small but temporarily satiating orgasm.
It wasn't that Shawn didn't care, she thought as she starred at the ceiling fan. He was very romantic. But maybe that was exactly the problem: the romance was great in everyday life, but in the bedroom she didn't want to be treated like his special princess. She wanted something a little more intense. Passionate. Forceful, even.
She and Shawn had been high school sweethearts, but now high school was over, and they would be starting college soon. She would be going to a private Liberal Arts College a few states away, and he had a track scholarship to the flagship state university. Despite the fact that Marie loved Shawn with everything in her 19 year-old heart, she wasn't sure if he'd ever satisfy her in the bedroom.
"Wake up," she whispered, nudging him on the shoulder, "we can't be in here when the Jacksons come back!"
They were lying on the bed owned by the family she babysat for, Carol and Mark Jackson, longtime friends of her parents. She shoved her groggy boyfriend off the bed, handed him his pants, grabbed the large beach towel that she'd place on the comforter to hide any telltale signs of their activities, and smoothed the bed back down. It looked as if nothing had happened. And almost nothing had, she thought bitterly.
She pecked Shawn on the cheek and promised to call him before she went to bed that night. He slipped out the back door and headed home on foot – he only lived a few blocks away.
Marie put the big beach towel in the washer, then added a few assorted kitchen towels to make a full load. She babysat for the Jacksons so often she was almost a member of the family, and thought nothing of performing basic household chores. This made it easy for her and Shawn to do pretty much anything they wanted in the Jacksons' house while they were gone. Everyone was happy with the arrangement.
Marie went upstairs to check on David, the 5-year-old that she'd been hired to watch. He was sound asleep in his bed. Perfect.
As she walked back down into the living room, she heard her cell phone ring. Expecting it to be Shawn, she was startled when she saw Mr. Jackson's name on the display.
"Hello?"
"Hi Marie," he said, "how are things going?"
"Great," she said, "David's been asleep for over an hour, and I just did a load of laundry."
"Hey, thanks!" said Mark Jackson, "I hope you know you really don't have to do things like that."
"I don't mind," said Marie.
"Look, we're having a good time here, and I was hoping – if it's ok with you – if we could stay out until 11 or so."
"Sure thing Mr. Jackson. I'd be happy to stay longer."
"Great, thanks!" he said, "and don't forget you can use the TV in the rec room if you want to watch movies. The instructions for the remote control are in the top drawer."
"Sure," she said, rolling her eyes at the fact that he thought she would need instructions for a remote control. He wasn't that old, was he? How old could he be? 35 at the most.
"And by the way," he continued, "feel free to have that boyfriend of yours over – Shawn, isn't it? – if you need company. Just behave yourselves, okay?"
"Mark!" she heard his wife scold him in the background.
"Relax, I'm just teasing. You weren't offended, right Marie?"
Marie giggled.
"No Mr. Jackson. See you soon!"
She decided to watch TV in the basement rec room, just like Mr. Jackson had suggested. After locating the remote control, she sat on the big leather couch and tried for a few moments without success to get the TV set to come on.
After fiddling with the buttons for a few seconds more, she decided to consult the instructions after all.
The top drawer of the TV cabinet, which should have contained the instructions, was empty. So was the next drawer. The drawer after that, however, held the instructions, and a large shoebox labeled "old postcards."
It struck Marie as a strange place to keep postcards. Out of idle curiosity she lifted the lid of the box and saw exactly what the label said – an unsorted stack of what appeared to be antique postcards.
She lifted a couple of the postcards out and sorted through them. They were from all over: Europe, America – even Australia. She sifted through them for a few minutes until her hand hit on something hard and plastic underneath the postcards. She pulled it out, dropping some of the postcards on the floor in the process, and couldn't believe her eyes.
It was a porn DVD. The first she'd ever laid eyes on, in fact. It was entitled "Cock-stuffed Co-ed Babysitters." The cover was the most obscene thing Marie had ever seen. It featured several shots of young women in short skirts and pigtails engaged in all kinds of sex acts with well-hung older men. Her heart pounded as she examined the photos. In one, a girl was bent over the arm of a couch not unlike the one in the rec room, being penetrated from behind by a man holding onto her pigtails like handlebars.
In another, a young woman was stretched out ass-up over an older man's lap. "She's been a naughty girl" said the caption. Was he giving her a spanking? Marie wondered.
In yet another, a third pig-tailed young woman was on her knees in front of an older man, her face covered in his cum. She smiled as she licked the last bit off the tip of his cockhead.
Marie was breathing fast, despite the absolute obscenity of what she had seen. Hands trembling, she opened the DVD case and popped the disc inside the player. Luckily, the instructions for operating the TV set turned out to be surprisingly simple, and she was able to bring up the main menu quickly.
Marie selected the first scene. The plot was ludicrous. A man came home early to find his babysitter masturbating in his bed.
"Let me show you how to do that," he said, guiding her hand across her clit while he kissed her.
Soon, the actress was on her knees in front of him, devouring the largest cock that Marie had ever seen.
"Oh that's so good," moaned the actor, "you're such a good little cocksucker."
When Marie heard the word cocksucker, her hand shot down to her clitoris, reaching under the waistband of the sweatpants she was wearing. She had never heard a man say something so dirty to a woman before, but it was turning her on like crazy.
"Suck that dick you little slut," groaned the man as he pushed his stiff rod into the young woman's mouth. Shawn would never have dared to be that forceful with her!
Marie was sopping wet now, and afraid she was going to have to change her panties. She didn't care.
The woman on screen knelt on the bed and let the well-endowed older man enter her from behind.
"Give it to me Mr. Robinson," she moaned.
"You take this cock you little whore," said the older man, grabbing her hair with one hand and smacking her ass with the other.
Marie had two fingers inside her own pussy now, imagining herself on all fours and Mr. Jackson behind her, pulling her hair and calling her his little slut. She fucked herself in time with the couple in the video, while she used her other hand to play with her clit.
"Oh yes, Mr. Robinson," said the young woman on screen, "you're fucking me so good!"
Marie watched as the couple switched positions several times. They fucked with the girl on top, then on her side, then from behind again. Finally, the girl dropped to her knees in front of the man, looked up at him and said:
"Shoot your load all over me, Mr. Robinson. I want it sooo bad!"
"Mr. Robinson" shot the biggest load that Marie had ever seen. It coated the young actress' face and chest. She looked like a total whore, kneeling there covered in his seed.
That must mean she did a good job, Marie thought.
She kept herself on the brink of orgasm as the second scene started.
The plot was equally absurd. Once again, a man came home early to find his babysitter talking on the phone to her boyfriend.
"I told you no phone calls after 10 pm!" he scolded, "what if I'd had to reach you in an emergency?"
"Sorry Mr. P," she said, "I guess I've been very naughty. What are you going to do about it?"
"I'll tell you what I'm going to do about it," said the actor, a middle-aged man sporting a ponytail, "I'm going to spank your cute little ass."
"Oh Mr. P," she cooed, "please don't!"
Marie watched excitedly as the man pulled the young woman over his lap and lifted her short skirt to expose her pert young ass. As she saw the coed babysitter getting spanked, Marie knew that it was something she had to try.
"Oh Mr. P," said the babysitter, "I promise to be a good girl."
