Edith Graham, like many college freshmen, needed spending money and the easiest way to make money was to baby sit. She had been doing it since she was thirteen and knew the drill by heart.
She put her name down to baby sit for professors who needed baby sitting services. One afternoon the coordinator called her and said she had a job for her that Saturday night. Edith accepted the job and told her suitemates about it.
"Professor Thomlinson? Ah. Watch him. He has wandering hands and he will go for as much as you will let him," Katie told her. "He pays well but seems to think this includes free feels."
Forewarned is forearmed, Edith thought, as she drove to the Thomlinson house not far from campus. Edith was surprised when an old man, she guessed to be close to sixty opened the door. At first she thought he was the professor's father, and was glad she did not ask for the professor. That would have been embarrassing.
He was gentlemanly, almost courtly; she thought as he took her hand and led her into the living room. Edith disengaged her hand, thinking this guy may have gray hair but he is certainly alive when it comes to women.
He introduced her to his two young children, Tammy, age eight, and Zack, age six. Professor Thomlinson's wife came down the stairs, a stunning blond, many years younger than Thomlinson. Mrs. Thomlinson gave her instructions as to where they would be and when they planned to return and she and the professor left for the evening.
The children were well behaved; ate the dinner that had been prepared for them and played until it was time to go to bed. Edith pulled a book out of her backpack and began to prepare for her first class on Monday.
It was midnight when the Professor and his wife returned. Mrs. Thomlinson was smashed, so drunk her husband had to hold her up. He was not in much better shape. He managed to get his wife up the stairs and back down the stairs without falling and breaking his neck.
Edith was seated on the sofa in the living room when they came in and didn't bother to get up. God, she thought. I'm glad I drove here. I don't know how he managed to get them home alive.
She looked up when Thomlinson came down the stairs and was a little surprised when he sat down beside here. She was more surprised when he put a hand on her bare thigh and caressed it, his hand moving upward toward her crotch. This she had not anticipated and was tempted to slug him, but waited to see what played out.
"That's a nice looking body you have there, Edith. I have just what you need to make this evening complete."
Edith smiled at him, letting her tongue lick softly along her lips. She leaned back and spread her legs, inviting Thomlinson's hand to continue its upward movement.
"Do you really think you are up to it tonight, Professor?" She asked him. She put her hand between his legs and squeezed his limp dick. "It seems that you are missing something."
Thomlinson shook his head and stared at her bleary-eyed. "You don't have to be such a bitch about it," he snarled at her.
Edith got up, her facer flushed with anger. She turned her back to him and patted her ass. Turning her head to look him in the eyes she flipped her skirt up to show him her ass. "Oh! You don't like me talking to you that way? Well. You can just kiss this bitch's ass, you horny old fart."
Thomlinson grinned a crooked grin, "The pleasure is all mine, bitch." He grabbed her by the hips, pulling her backward to where he was seated. He proceeded to plant several kisses on her ass cheeks.
Edith was stunned. No one had ever called her a bitch before and certainly no one had ever kissed her ass. When Thomlinson began to lick her ass and run his tongue up and down her exposed pussy lips; thongs don't cover much, and then to the crack of her ass she began to get turned on.
She turned around and stood in front of him, legs apart, hands on hips. She threw her shoulders back and took in and exhaled several deep breaths. She had practiced this on boys and knew the effect it had; her tits were thrust forward and her now hard nipples were pressing against the cloth of her thin blouse sensually.
Her skirt, tight across her Mound of Venus, wrinkled slightly across her hips, accentuated her femininity, and her open stance emphasized her crotch. .
She put on the fiercest look in her repertoire of faces as she glared at him, hands on hips. "Let's understand each other. You want to use that mouth and tongue of yours on my pussy and my ass? Is that right?"
Thomlinson, now cowed, looked down and mumbled yes. Edith grabbed him by the chin, forcing him to look at her. "I didn't hear that. Do you want 100 per cent of my pussy and ass in your face or do you want me to walk out of that door? Which is it?"
The sudden turning of the tables had Thomlinson bewildered. He licked his lips and looked at the tempting morsels displayed before him. He did want her, desperately. He was obsessed by desire to plunge his tongue into her pussy and asshole, an obsession fed by months of abstinence. The little taste he had of her was driving him mad with desire.
"Don't...don't leave, Edith. I do want to make love to your pussy and ass with my mouth. God. I do. I do." He looked down, his lust to debase himself filling him with shame and remorse.
Edith threw he head back and laughed a cruel, harsh laugh full of contempt. "You worm. We're going to the bathroom so you can wash your mouth out. I want it clean when you tongue my pussy and you are going to start on my pussy and work your way back to my asshole."
She marched ahead of him, her ass swinging provocatively, and full of sexual promise, full of her youthful sexual energy. She was breathing hard; amazed at herself, shocked at how she had taken charge of this older but athletic man. He can break me in two, she thought as she led him to the bathroom.
She laughed again and then giggled to herself. Pussy power, and ass power Edith, she told herself. They have made you superwoman tonight. She was trembling a little from the confrontation with Thomlinson and the way she had been able to turn the tables on this horny old man. She felt more self confident, more sexually aware than she had ever felt in her life. Her pussy was pulsing from the sexual excitement she felt coursing over her body.
Edith shook her head. From now on, she told herself, no man is going to intimidate me. I have what they want and have within me the power to use what I have for my satisfaction.
