Aurora Gets Oral

Babysitter Pt. 2: Aurora Gets Oral

I pulled up to the house in the early evening, after a long travel day. 3 days of meetings at the regional office had been exhausting, and the airlines didn't seem capable of running an on-time flight this month. That meant that I was late getting home, on top of being away most of the week; I'd left my wife Tiffany to run our household and take care of our toddler, even while she kept up her own 80-hour weeks as a VP. Thank goodness we had arranged for some extra help this week from Aurora, our regular babysitter.

I was surprised to see my wife Tiffany in the front yard when I came down the street, on our riding lawnmower. Normally we just outsourced the lawncare to a company. My wife was way too important to be cutting lines across her own yard. I pulled the car into the driveway, leaving it in front of the garage. I let out a long sigh and grabbed my laptop bag and rolling suitcase from the trunk, setting them on the stone driveway. I walked over to Tiffany as she made a pass toward the house, intending to greet her and offer to take over.

Tiffany guided the lawnmower across the yard, perched on top. Her bright eyes shone through safety glasses and she shade of the brim of the ball cap she wore to keep the sun off. Her blonde ponytail stuck out of the back of her cap, hair shining in the afternoon sun. I hoped she'd put on her sunscreen; she only wore a plain white tee shirt and a pair of yoga shorts, leaving her arms and legs in the sun. She was great about sun protection; her skin looked smooth, clear, and perfect, just kissed with the sheen of perspiration. I realized Tiffany wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts sat high and her nipples poked through the thin fabric of her tee shirt. I ogled my wife, enjoying the sight.

"Sorry I'm so late, we got delayed twice. Didn't the lawn service come?" I asked as she slowed the mower to a stop next to me. Tiffany pulled her earmuffs off one ear and said, annoyed, "Oh hell, they never showed up. So I'll cut it myself. This guy's gonna get a piece of my mind!"

"Well, I'll go get cleaned up and take care of dinner for you," I said, leaning in to give her a peck on the cheek.

"Aurora already ordered some delivery for us. Give her some cash to cover that before she leaves," Tiffany replied shortly, pulling her head away from my kiss. She quickly put her earmuffs back on, fired up the mower, and kept cutting grass. I sighed disappointedly. So much for work/life balance. I watched my wife's breasts jiggle as she drove the riding mower onward, bouncing across the lawn.

Then my thoughts turned back to what Tiffany had said. "So...Aurora's still here," I thought to myself. I closed my eyes and prepared myself for another interaction with the babysitter.

Every time I saw Aurora now, I had to control myself. Our relationship wasn't strictly professional anymore. Just a few weeks ago, our babysitter had caught me poolside, asleep in a deck chair, pitching a tent in my swim trunks like a teenage boy at the beach. It had been impossible to hide my arousal.

Even worse, I'd allowed my animal urges to get the best of me that day. Apparently Aurora was a bit of a slut. Rather than ignore my embarrassingly massive erection, or shame me for my perverted mind, Aurora had teased me and grabbed my cock. One thing had led to another, and that afternoon had ended with me plastering our 25 year old babysitter with cum, thanks to her masterfully jerking my hard cock to completion. She had drained my aching balls, right out on the pool deck! Hopefully none of the neighbors had seen the busty slut stroking my oiled cock, D cup tits exposed and then splattered with semen out in the summer sun.

I still had her cum-stained bikini top hidden in the back of my sock drawer. In a fit of indecision, I'd picked it up off the pool deck after our previous rendezvous, from the spot where Aurora had carelessly let it fall.

I was trying hard to act professional and put that experience behind me. I couldn't fire her now. What would I tell my wife? "Sorry honey, I came all over the babysitter and now I can't stand to look at her anymore, we have to get rid of her!" I told myself, "It was a one-time thing, just a mistake. It won't go anywhere, and it won't happen again."

Since then, Aurora, normally the picture of professionalism, had spent the past few weeks relentlessly teasing me. When I got home from work, she made an extra effort to smile, lick her lips, and wink suggestively at me. She'd insist on hugging me hello and goodbye, pressing her ample breasts tightly against my chest. When my wife wasn't looking, Aurora would often reach for my crotch, quickly stealing a squeeze or a rub of my cock through the fabric of my pants, before I could smack her hand away. She dropped a lot of things around me these days; and she seemed to always bend from the waist to retrieve them. I was often treated now to seeing Aurora's thong ride up above her jeans when she bent over, or I'd watch her short shorts or short skirt ride up her thighs. I tried to look away; but I secretly craved her touch and her exhibitionism. I unconsciously moaned each time she secretly grabbed at my cock over my clothes, and I always ended up snapping my neck back to her when Aurora let me look up her skirt or showed me her whale tail.

In this moment, I took a deep breath, grabbed the doorknob, and headed into my house. "Oh hi, Mr. Smith," called out Aurora's voice from somewhere inside..

"Hi, Aurora," I responded, looking around.

"Up here," I heard, realizing the voice was above me. I cast my gaze up the stairwell...and there she was. Aurora, our beautiful, young coed babysitter. She was on the stairs, helping our toddler climb upstairs to the bedrooms. Aurora wore a strappy tank top, her waves of raven hair laid across her bare shoulders, and a too-short tennis skirt. She was barefoot. From my position in the foyer, I could almost see up her skirt; her long, caramel legs leading up to the bottom of her firm, rounded ass. "How was your travel?" Aurora asked me, a wry smile on her face as she looked over her shoulder at me down the stairs. She leaned over just a little more - deliberately, I knew - and exposed her tanned asscheeks to me. I saw the crotch of her black thong peek out from between her legs. As ever before, my breath caught in my throat at the sight of her beauty.

"Ah - long," I managed, searching for a normal tone of voice while I gave in to the chance to leer up Aurora's skirt. After a beat, I averted my eyes, busying myself with my suitcase and shoes. "How has the week been?" I called out, without looking.

"Everything's fine here, sir! Little one's tired from the farmer's market this morning. She had a good lunch and I think it's time for a nap, isn't it?" Aurora tickled my daughter, who giggled. "Hi Daaaad," sang our toddler.

"Daddy needs to relax after his flight, doesn't he?" Aurora prompted the child

"Yes."

"Yes, he's going to go relax," Aurora smirked, looking at me as she said it. "Say goodnight."

She spun away with a smile, swishing her skirt up high and exposing her hips and ass to me again as she padded away down the hall, escorting my daughter to her room.

I headed to the master bedroom and took a shower. My dick was half hard just from seeing Tiffany's tits and Aurora's ass on display. I lathered up and washed off the feeling of a long travel day. I allowed myself a few strokes of my thickened cock, holding the image of my wife and my babysitter in my mind. I'd like to tweak Tiffany's nipples and squeeze her massive breasts through her tee shirt. I thought of what it felt like to lay my dick between my wife's breasts and tittyfuck her. I thought of Aurora too, bending over to show me her ass. I knew what her ass looked like already. I'd seen her strut her nearly-naked ass across my pool deck, in a skimpy thong, on that fateful day some weeks ago. Aurora's ass was abundant, athletic, and addictive. I could tell she liked to flaunt it. I squeezed the shaft and head of my cock one last time before willing myself to calm down, clean up, and hopefully focus on being a responsible adult.

I shut the water off and toweled off lightly, pulling on a bathrobe. With nothing on but the robe, I wandered to the sitting area in our bedroom and stretched out on the couch. With dinner taken care of, I decided to relax for a moment. I scrolled on my smartphone, handling a couple of emails that had come through while on the plane. I checked the spread on a baseball game, and checked the news headlines.

"I ordered some Thai, they said it should be here by 7 o' clock," I heard a voice. I looked up, startled slightly. Aurora was standing just inside the doorway; I hadn't heard her walk in.

"Thanks so much," I replied. I pulled the robe tighter at my waist checked that it was closed. It wasn't exactly short, but sitting on the couch, my legs were exposed to my mid-quads. My chest was bared slightly. My dick, still a little awake, created an obvious bulge under the soft fluffy material of the robe. I sat awkwardly, a little embarrassed at my state of undress.

I guess I didn't really have a reason to be self-concious. There was nothing to hide. Aurora had previously seen me fully nude, and explored most of my front side with oiled hands. Especially my cock and balls - she knew every inch of that flesh from our rendezvous at the pool. Aurora just leaned on the doorway, her expression open and friendly, with no hint of what she was thinking.

I cast about for something to say to break the silence. "Ahem. How is school?" I asked stupidly.

"You know, I'm having some trouble with the data analysis," she replied, taking a step into the room. "I think we're going to have to repeat some of the trials," Aurora replied.

"Well I'm sure you'll figure it out. You're brilliant, after all." And I meant it. I could never keep up with Aurora's explanations of her research. The only match for the woman's body was the woman's brain.

"I'm sure Mrs. Smith is glad to have you back in town, Paul." She'd switched to my first name, casually becoming more informal. "How are you two doing?"

"Oh, you know. Things are busy. But everything's going great," I generalized. As I spoke, Aurora closed the space between us, coming to stand next to the couch.

"Your relationship, I mean," Aurora pressed. "Married life." She sat down on the couch next to me as she spoke. I could smell her shampoo as she took up her perch. I closed my eyes to help me focus. The young caramel-skinned beauty eyed me expectantly.

"We're fine, Aurora-"

"Things are good in the bedroom?" She interrupted. She turned her body toward mine, her left knee touching my right.

"Now, Aurora," I cut her off. I crossed my arms seriously. "You can't talk to me like that." She stared at me, waiting for me to finish. I continued: "What happened last month was wrong. It was unprofessional, and it won't happen again. I'm a happily married man, and I'm faithful. You don't have to worry about this job, but..what happened was..." I stammered, trying to finish the sentence I'd planned.

"Paul," she interrupted me. "You were just stressed out," she argued. She slid closer to me on the couch cushions, her hip against mine. My eyes wandered to her thighs as her tennis skirt rode up, exposing most of her legs. "You just needed to relax, and I was happy to help," she told me.

"No, no," I shook my head. "It was wrong, it's--"

"It's perfectly natural," she interrupted again. She leaned her body against mine, and grabbed my upper arm. Her breasts pressed against my arm. I smelled another whiff of her shampoo. Or was it perfume? Aurora held my gaze with her hazel eyes. "You needed to cum, Paul! Desperately! And I just helped you to that natural conclusion," she insisted. I couldn't believe she'd said the word "cum" in my bedroom. "I was happy to help," she said again, tugging insistently on my arm as she said it. "I enjoy working for your family, and I want to help you in any way I can." I stared at her, shaking my head, trying to think of how else to disagree and make her understand.

Her expression changed at my reaction. "Oh come on, Mr. Smith," she pouted. She was teasing me now, her voice pouty and mocking. She squeezed my bicep as she asked me, "I thought you liked it when I made you cum, didn't you? Didn't you like your babysitter stroking your big, hard dick?"

"Aurora!" I said sternly, "Don't talk to me like that. Or I'll--"

"Or what, Mr. Smith?" Aurora almost yelled. "Or...what?" her question hung in the air, and I had no answer. The babysitter searched my face, waiting for my comeback, a small smile on her face. "You said I didn't have to worry about this job. So you won't fire me, will you?" she raised her eyebrow at me. "What would you tell your wife if you tried to fire me," she wondered aloud. "Or what might I tell your wife, if I felt like it?" She squeezed my arm again, squeezed it ike she'd squeezed my dick out by the pool.

So there it was. She'd backed me into a corner. She had all the power here, and she knew it. I slouched there, dumbly, trying to figure out how to backpedal and salvage this conversation "I - I just," I stammered.

"You have nothing to worry about, Paul, I don't kiss and tell." Aurora said next. She leaned in, grabbed my neck, and stole a peck on my cheek. I flushed, feeling her soft lips on my face. I was surprised when Aurora whispered in my ear, "I do other things without telling too, you know that." She looked in my eyes again, and said, sternly now, "But you need to take your relationship, and your self-care, seriously, Mr. Smith! You and Mrs. Smith are beautiful together,and you both have needs. Sexual needs, Paul," she intoned.

I thought back to that sunny afternoon when Aurora had deftly handled my dick by the pool. The busty babysitter had inspected my hard cock and insisted that I wasn't cumming often enough. Certainly, Tiffany and I were in a drier spell. Was this all my fault? Had I fallen down the road of a cheater because I wasn't doing my husbandly duty of laying pipe at home? What about Tiffany? If only she made time to ride my dick every night like she used to! Then surely I'd never have let my eyes stray to our hard bodied babysitter!

And then, Aurora grabbed at my crotch, expertly finding my shaft through the material of my robe. "You know, if you aren't going to take care of yourself, Mr. Smith, I'll have to take care of you. Of this," she said, as she pulled my robe open and unveiled my dick and balls to the bedroom. She eyed my manhood and smiled, reaching for my half-erect shaft with one hand as she ran her palm up my stomach and chest, feeling my abs, my pecs. Aurora wrapped her smooth, warm palm around my shaft. "Oh, fuck," escaped my lips. My mouth hung open as I took in the sight of my sexy coed babysitter grip my big dick in her delicate (but expert) hand.

"It seems like you need some more help relaxing, Paul," Aurora said softly, as she gently palmed my growing erection. "Would you like that?"

"Please...we can't," I begged, not meaning it. The truth was, I couldn't wait for Aurora to handle my cock again. I wanted to cum hard for her, again. But I had to try to be good. "Stop it. You can't touch me like that," I said weakly.

"You know what, I can, actually. I can touch you. And I'm good at touching you, Mr. Smith," argued Aurora, fondling the head of my cock next. "I know all about touching you, don't I?" She leaned closer and brought her other hand to my growing package. She squeezed my shaft and lightly stroked her fists up and down. My heart rate increased, and blood engorged my shaft in response. "Hmm," she moaned lowly. "Yes, I can. I can touch you just like this because you like it, Paul," she sneered at me. "Hmm, you like it when I get your cock hard."

Aurora slid off the couch and knelt in front of me, pushing her way between my knees and quickly regaining her commanding grip on my cock. She leaned in and brought her face to my crotch. Aurora held my cock up to her pretty face, brushing my shaft against her cheek, then swiping the head across her forehead. Her eyelashes tickled my shaft. "Hmm. When Tiffany sucks your cock, how does she usually start?" Aurora asked. I said nothing in reply, entranced by the sight of my babysitter, on her knees, holding my manhood. "Does she start by getting your shaft wet?" She flicked her tongue out and licked the underside of my shaft. I moaned. "Or does she just start at the head?" And she quickly popped the head of my dick into her warm, wet mouth. I whimpered, realizing what was happening. She's not just planning to jerk me off this time, I thought. She's going to blow me!

Aurora laid my cock on her face and tickled my ballsack with the tip of her tongue. "How about your balls, Mr. Smith? Does Tiffany like putting these big nuts in her pretty mouth? They're heavy again," she noted, lightly playing with my testicles with her fingertips. "It's time again to empty them."

Then, inevitably, finally, Aurora the busty babysitter started sucking my cock.

I watched, entranced, as Aurora slipped her moist lips around the head of my cock. She took my shaft in her mouth and started bobbing up and down, looking me in the eyes the entire time. "Hmm," she hummed, as she progressively wet down more and more of my cock. With each bob of her head, she took more and more of my dick. "Hmmmmmmm," she hummed again, as she started to build a rhythm to the blowjob. Aurora stroked me as she sucked, her soft hand wrapped around my thick meat, following her lips up and down my length. Up and down, up and down she bobbed. My girth stretched her mouth wide as she took me in, her lips wrapped tightly around me; Aurora got my shaft wetter and wetter with her saliva, her mouth slurping more and more with each pass and her fingers squishing as she pulled and twisted on my dick. With a pop, Aurora allowed her mouth to come off my dick. "Ahhh!" she gasped, catching her breath. She gazed at the sight of my now fully hardened cock, slick and glistening with her saliva. "Tuah!" she spat on my dick, and took me in her mouth again.

"Oh, fuck. Ugggh," I moaned, watching Aurora take my dick in her mouth again. She got sloppier now, saliva starting to drip down her chin. Aurora moaned as she blew me faster and harder. Slurp, suck "Hmmm!" Slurp, slurp, pop "Uhhh, yes," she came up for air again, pumping her tight fist frantically on my enormous, throbbing hard-on. "Ahhh slurp slurp squelch," she guzzled, sucking more and more of my saliva-soaked dick into her mouth.

I was panting in exertion, my heart pounding, my adrenaline up. "You like that, baby?" Aurora asked between rounds of feasting on my cock. "Hmm, so hard. You do need this." Slurp slurp guzzle. "Ohhhhhh, you don't get your dick sucked like this, do you?" Slurp pop slurrrrrrp pump twist suck cough. "Hmmm, no, I think you need it like this." Pump pump stroke spit "I think you need Aurora to suck your huge cock, don't you baby?" I could only moan in response, watching stupidly as Aurora slobbered all over my hard dick.

I was hypnotized by her oral sex skills. This woman hadn't just invented the handjob. She'd written the book on blowjobs, too. How many cocks had she sucked to hone her technique? Cocks big and small, thick and thin; dicks sucked in high school locker rooms, suburban basements, college dorm rooms, and probably professors' offices, too. Dozens or even hundreds of desperately hard men had been dominated, commanded, and mastered by this woman in her search for the finest cocksucking techniques. Erections lost and regained. Teeth accidentally dragged. Jaw muscles strengthened and toned. A gag reflex now completely in her command. Loads of spunk shot down her throat, on her face, and dribbled down her sharp chin and hard body as she searched the world for the best way to suck a lucky man's dick.