Catching the Babysitter Wet-Handed

All those in the story are 18 or older, even the babysitter. This is completely a work of fiction. First attempt here, so let me know if you want more.

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"Sarah, I can't thank you enough for doing this tonight," said Ron, as he checked himself one last time in the mirror. "I didn't think my client would be in town again tonight, and this is the last chance I'll see her for at least six month."

"No problem, Mr. Miller," Sarah said smiling, showing off her post-braces smile. "Honestly, my friends have been getting on my nerves lately, so coming here to spend time with Grace is always a good escape for me. You know how much I love that little girl."

Grace was Ron's four-year old daughter. He had joint custody after divorcing Grace's mom, Belinda, two years ago. Sarah had been her babysitter since before the divorce, and she absolutely adored Sarah.

"Yes, I do. And she adores you as well. But you know I hate doing this on short notice, and it's a Friday night. I'm sure you would have had fun with your friends even if they are on your nerves," Ron said smiling. "How do I look?"

"Professional yet sexy," she blurted out. "I mean, handsome. Ugh. Crap. That came out wrong." Her face was beet red, and she just wanted to slither away. "Even though he is just 9 years older than, he's a man with a job, a wonderful daughter and must think I'm an idiot," she thought.

Smiling, and grabbing her face with both hands to make her look him in the eye, he said, "Thank you, Sarah. There's no need to get embarrassed by offering someone a compliment. Besides, this is a business meeting. I want to look professional, and you said I did. That's what I'm aiming for."

"Okay, if you say so," she said sheepishly, still very embarrassed.

"Even though she's hot, it's not like I'm trying to get in her pants."

Sarah's mouth dropped. Ron immediately realized what he said. While trying to be funny, that came across as more of an old pervert than a guy who might simply say that to get a laugh from one of the guys.

"Okay, now we're both embarrassed," he said laughing. Shaking his head, he said, "I'm leaving $30 by the door for pizza. You know what Grace likes. I just bought the "Frozen" blu-ray today, so I'm sure that will take her attention for a couple of hours."

"Oh, awesome. I've been wanting to see that!" She shook her head again, realizing that she came across more like a silly school girl. Having turned 18 a few months ago, and with the removal of her braces a month later, she's been trying to make a concerted effort to act older.

"I promise to be home before midnight. Grace should be ready for bed around 9. She's always beat at the end of the week. I don't know what they do to these kids at preschool anymore, but it's as if she's run a marathon by the time she gets home."

"Okay. Good luck with the meeting. You know I'll take care of my favorite girl."

With that, he was gone. She ordered the pizza and told Grace that they'd wait until the pizza got there before starting the movie. For the next 30 minutes, Sarah barely got a word in as Grace told her all about her week at preschool. This shy little girl who had to go through the split of her parents was a funny, outgoing girl with Sarah. Sarah laughed at all of Grace's stories, and she had forgotten all about the drama with her friends. And how she embarrassed herself with Mr. Miller.

"Yeah, mom. She barely held on until the end of the movie, and she begged me to read a story to her in bed." Sarah twirled her hair as she listened to her mom on the phone. "Yeah, she's adorable. I'll be home once Mr. Miller gets here. He said it shouldn't be later than midnight, but he said it was very important. Okay, love you, too."

Sarah put the phone down when she saw she didn't have any texts from her friends. She had caughter her best friend Amber flirting with Ben earlier that day at school. Ben was her on again, off again boyfriend for the last two years. She said some really hurtful things to Amber, so she didn't expect a text at any point that night. A tear ran down her cheek as she sat in the silence, hurt but also feeling guilty for what she said to her best friend.

"Fuck this," she muttered as she grabbed the remote. Surely something decent was on besides basketball and Disney channel garbage. She flipped through channels without really stopping. Her mind elsewhere, she didn't seem to notice anything on. She went up to the movie channels, starting with HBO, hoping to find a good mystery or comedy.

First she came across "Mean Girls". "Wow, so not what I need now," she said laughing. Next was "Pretty in Pink". "I can relate, Molly Ringwald," she muttered. "Fuck, seriously? There has to be something." Next was boxing. First she pictured it was her and Amber in the ring. That actually made her laugh out loud. "Next!"

Next was Cinemax, and a Harrison Ford thriller where he was the common guy who was asked to do something powerful. She didn't know the name since they all seemed the same. She went a few channels up until something on the screen stopped her. There was a beautiful brunette, completely naked, riding a muscular guy on a bed. She was sitting straight up, her huge, fake tits remaining still as she bounced up and down.

Sarah readjusted in her seat before leaning back. She had found something to certainly hold her attention. Both the man and the woman were moaning and groaning. It seemed real enough from the little experience she had with Ben the last couple of years. It took a while, but after about six months of makeout sessions with both feeling each other through their clothes, she caved in to sex with him. It was so awkward at first, but she thought that it was normal. He tried to go down on her, but he was more of a clumsy mess. She had to tell him what felt good and what didn't, but she had to experiment a lot on her own just to figure that out for herself. The first time they actually had intercourse, it hurt her and she hated it. She cried afterward, and it caused a big fight. She wasn't really sure if he was big or if it was just because it was her first time. The condom certainly didn't help. When she finally turned 18, she went to a doctor to get on birth control. She still made Ben pull out when he came, but she loved how much better it felt without it.

As she got more into sex, she got more into masturbating. She would lay in her bed late at night, looking at porn pics and playing with herself. She would alternate between playing with her clit and fingering herself, seeing which felt better. The more she looked at, the more she realized Ben wasn't very big. He was probably 5" when hard, but it still felt good.

As she watched the softcore porn on TV, she had mixed emotions. She was definitely getting horny, but the image of the woman on TV was nothing like her.This woman was tall, long dark hair, and skinny. She had big tits, but they were fake. At this point, seeing her and all the other porn she's seen, she assumed that all men must like skinny women with fake tits. For just being 18, her tits were definitely bigger, but they were real. She had always been self-conscious about them. She was bigger than almost any girl at school with a 38DD bra size. She hated dressing in front of others after gym class. She would notice others, especially her friends. They were skinny and shaved. She was curvy and natural. Although Ben said he loved her body, she mostly assumed that he'd say that just to get some. They were on again, off again so much, she really didn't believe him. And having seen Amber so many times, he had to prefer her small petite body and shaved pussy.

"Don't fucking stop," she heard the woman on TV say. At this point she was on her knees, the man taking her from behind. "The worst part about these movies is that there isn't any dick shown," Sarah thought to herself. The camera angle on the movie showed the woman's face. Sarah could hear the slapping sound against her ass as if the male actor was pounding away on her pussy. Then a woman walks in on the couple fucking. "Brad?!?!?! Amber?!?!?! What the fuck are you doing in my bed?!?!?!?!"

"You've gotta be kidding me! Amber? Her fucking name is Amber?" Sarah turned the TV off in disgust. It was like Amber was in her head and not going away. She walked out of the den and into a room Mr. Miller had set up as his makeshift office. There wasn't much in the room. A desk sat in the far corner with a fairly new Apple computer on it. Sarah loved Apple, and she went over to explore.

She reached behind the computer to turn it on. As she waited, she checked her phone. Nothing on Instagram from Ben or Amber. No sign of them anywhere online. They were probably fucking right now, she thought. That little bitch. The computer finally started up, and few programs popped up that were set to open once started. Mr. Miller was in advertising, and they had talked about some of the editing programs he used. Sarah was familiar with them and wanted to learn more once she went to college next year. She saw Photoshop and a movie editing program opened and thought she'd play around with them.

She heard a bell sound go off but thought maybe she had hit something withing Photoshop to make it do that. But then she heard it a couple of times more. Then a box popped up that said, "Karen wants to share a picture with you? Accept or Deny?"

"Oh, shit. What should I do?" She realized his instant messenger program was the one making the sounds. It automatically logged him in when she started the computer. "They know I'm on. Shit. He'll know for sure now." She sat and debated whether to accept the file. She saw he had messages from 3 women already.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." She sat thinking, her mind racing, expecting the worst once Mr. Miller found out. She tried to see the names of the women on the messages, but the file download window was in the way. She tried to move it so that she could at least see the names, but she wasn't that familiar with the Apple mouse. She slipped as she was moving the window, and she hit accept on the picture. Oh. Fuck. No.

She was familiar enough with the program that she knew the sender would realize that the file had been accepted. She watched in horror as the percent towards download increased to 100. Up popped a picture, and while she wasn't sure what to expect, she certainly didn't have a picture like this cross her mind.

Taking up almost the entire 27" monitor was a picture of a woman. Naked. She was very curvy, much like Sarah was, only being older the curves were a little more pronounced. She was laying on a bed with her laptop next to her. In one hand, she pinched her hard, long nipple. Her tits were slightly bigger than Sarah's. Her other hand held a dildo that was most of the way inside her wet pussy. Her pussy was trimmed and showed just how wet she was. "Wow. Mr. Miller. You naughty man," Sarah muttered with a smile.

Then another bell went off. She could now see the window of messages. And she could read the message that was just sent. It was from DivorcedDiva84. "This is what I'm doing as I look at your sexy pics of your huge cock" it read. Wait. What? This woman had pics of Mr. Miller? Nude pics? Pics of his cock? You've got to be kidding me.

Sarah could feel her pussy swell. Her nipples were hard instantly, and she could tell she was wet already. She could only imagine what Mr. Miller must do on this computer when little Grace was asleep or with her mom. As turned on as Sarah was at so many possibilities, she was scared when the next bell rang out from the computer.

"Ronnie baby....are you there? I know you saw the picture. Answer me. I know you love when I send pics like this."

"Shit. What do I do. Fuck." Sarah stared at the message. How does she get out of this without Mr. Miller knowing. Maybe she could delay this woman a bit.

"You're so hot baby. You know what u do 2 me 2 baby. Hold on 4 a few minutes. I gotta check on somethin."

Whew. Maybe that did it. She didn't hear anything back. A sense of relief came over her when another picture popped up. She was too curious not to open it. In an instant, she was looking at a video. She hit play and had no idea what was next, but she was about to explode in anticipation.

She saw a familiar background. It was the room she was in. Then the woman from the picture bounced into the frame. She was completely nude, but this time she was wearing glasses. That's when Sarah recognized her. It was her history teacher from last year, Ms. Parker. She didn't recognize her without her glasses in the pic that was sent, but that was definitely her. Especially when she heard her voice on the video say, "Now bring that big cock to me. You know you want to fuck my pretty mouth."

That's when she saw Mr. Miller walk over to her. His cock was huge. It bounced as he walked he was so hard. It had to be at least twice as thick as Ben, and it was at least a couple of inches longer. It curved up, and turned her on more than anything she'd ever seen. Ms. Parker took the cock in one hand, her other hand grabbing his balls, and her tongue began to trace around the thick edges of his mushroom head. She was stunned. She was excited. And she needed to see more.

She was watching this woman she knows lustfully lick and begin to suck and stroke the huge cock of the man paying her to babysit his daughter.

"I want to make this happen again. I know you have your daughter this weekend, but I need that cock. I need it in my hands, in my mouth, in my tight pussy, in my ass."

Sarah sat shaking her head. Mr. Miller and Ms. Parker were quite the naughty couple. She re-read the messages Ms. Parker had sent. That's when it hit her. That video was taken in the room she was in. It was taken using the iSight camera from the computer.

There had to be more.

She began looking for files on the computer. Would they be hidden? Or did he even need to bother hiding them? He lived alone, and it wasn't like Grace could get on the computer and find them. She looked in the documents folder and in the movies folder. Nothing stood out. She did a few searches by different keywords, but nothing came up. When she went back through the documents folder, she found a folder named "Pics" and another named "Videos". Surely it wasn't that simple.

First she clicked on the Pics folder. There were what seemed like hundreds of folders in it. Most were names of women. She clicked on a few and noticed that the woman named in the folder was the one that must be in the pics. Some were very PG. Some PG-13. Some were definitely R. But there was a ton of X rated pics. In almost every folder.

She saw pictures of women she knew from around town. Even some that were married. Her mind was literally blown, and she's not sure she had ever been this turned on when alone. She checked the clock. It was only 10:30. Surely she had an hour before Mr. Miller got home, but she also knew it wouldn't take that long to get off as horny as she was now.

She took off her sweater but kept her bra on. She slid down her yoga pants but kept her panties on. As she went through pictures of all these women Mr. Miller kept on file, she would rub her pussy from the outside of her panties. She rubbed her tits through her bra. The more she saw, the more she rubbed.

She clicked from folder to folder, her heart racing in excitement. Her panties were soaked, and she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep them on. That's when she came across a folder with no name but just letters. RWM. That was Mr. Miller's initials. It was if her clit got even harder. She clicked on the folder labeled "Self". In it were hundreds and hundreds of pictures. Many of them were of Mr. Miller nude. Cock hard. His hand stroking that big, thick cock. And they were taken in the room she was in. In the chair she was sitting in! This was the chair he jacked off in all the time! It finally hit her. Pic after pic of that delicious cock. Her panties couldn't stay on any longer.

Then she saw the folders that had the names of women. As she clicked through the various folders, it was pictures of Mr. Miller and these women. They looked to be screen captures of videos unless someone was there taking the pics of him fucking all of these women. Sarah quickly found the pics of Mr. Miller and Ms. Parker. There were pics of her tied up. Pics of her bent over with that thick cock buried in her pussy. Pics of Mr. Miller licking her pussy. Pics of his cock between her big tits. The pics were from this office, his bedroom, what looked to be her bedroom, a hotel. And even her classrooom!

Sarah's finger was circling around her clit. She was sitting in the same chair he had masturbated in so many times, and she was doing the same thing now, thinking about his big cock. Thinking about what it would be like in her mouth. What his precum tasted like. What it would feel like in her little pussy. What he would be able to do with his mouth.

That's when she clicked on the "Videos" folder. She took off her bra so that her tits could breathe. She was now completely nude. Sitting in Mr. Miller's house. In the chair she now knows he strokes his massive cock in. Wishing he was with her, teaching her how to be his little slut.

She first watched videos of Mr. Miller jacking off. She watched as he would slowly stroke that cock, moving his hand from the base to the head, his foreskin pulling up over the head. She watched as he would squeeze precum out and rub it around the big head, using it as lube. She watched as he would stroke as fast as he could, the slapping sound it would make. The heavy breathing. The look on his face.

She rubbed her clit faster and faster, matching the rhythm of his hand. As she could see him get closer to orgasm, she did too. When she saw the thick streams of cum shoot out from his cock onto his stomach, she exploded. "Fuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkkk," she moaned as she came. A small shot of cum shot from her pussy, her toes curling up, her legs drawing up near her. She pinched her right nipple as she came over and over and over.

She couldn't stop. She had to keep going. She lost sense of who she was. Where she was. What time it was. What she was really doing in this man's house. In his office. On his computer. Watching him stroke his cock. She just couldn't stop. And she wanted to see more.

She clicked on folders finding Mr. Miller fucking women, eating pussy, doing all kinds of things she'd never done but certainly had fantasized about while watching porn on her phone. She found the folder of him and Ms. Parker. She kept coming back to this. She was attractive. Maybe that's why. Maybe it was because she knew her. Or maybe it was because her body was so much like Sarah's.

She watched a video of the two fucking hard. First him on top of her with her legs up high. Then with her on top, her tits in his face. Then he was fucking her doggy style, something she wanted so bad at that moment. She came hard again. "Stick your finger in my ass. Cum all over it," she heard Ms. Parker say on the video. She came again. She had never cum like this in her life. She had two fingers in her pussy and her thumb on her clit. When she saw Mr. Miller's finger enter Ms. Parker's ass, she slid one in her own using her free hand. Both adults were talking dirty and being loud on the video, and Sarah got caught up in it. She started saying the same things as Ms. Parker. "I love that finger in my ass." "Pound this pussy, Ronnie." "Own this pussy." She repeated everything, wishing it was her in the video.

"I'm gonna cum, Dawn...fuck," Mr. Miller said on the video. When he pulled out, he shot his load all over her big ass. It was everywhere. It was amazing. Sarah came harder than she had all night.

"Oh fuck yes, Ronnie. That was amazing. But you aren't stopping now," Ms. Parker said. Sarah repeated it.