Slut Babysitter: the Perverter

Slut Babysitter: The Perverter.

Zoe Carter looked down at her at her naked, nubile 18-year-old body. Tomorrow was her nineteenth birthday, and she was trying to remember how many lovers she'd perverted in the last year.

Wiping the mist from the shower glass, Zoe examined her body in the bathroom mirror. She cupped her 34B breasts and strummed her perfect pink nipples. Then, she let her hands slide down her ribcage to her slender 24-inch waist and onto her tight, size 34 ass. She touched her trimmed bush before letting her fingers find her sweet little nubbin and play with it. Zoe's friends jokingly called her Miley because of her resemblance to the famous megastar, but Zoe didn't see it.

Her latest project was such a sweet young thing, she thought. Fourteen days after his eighteenth birthday was when she'd met him. Brett had two younger sisters, twelve and ten, and his mother didn't consider Brett mature enough to look after them when they went out. So, they hired Zoe Carter, babysitter extraordinaire. The one babysitter in four suburbs in any direction from her bayside home who never had a single complaint from her charges.

'Who's going to complain when I fuck them?' Zoe giggled to herself. 'Oh, shut up!' she admonished her imaginary critics. 'I only fuck them when they turn eighteen. And it's not like I groom them before that age. I just like virgins!'

Virgin boys, virgin girls, they were all the same to Zoe. She'd pervert them all. The boys were the easiest because they didn't have the same sex hangups the girls sometimes had. But what girl didn't like a facial and a face and neck massage? From there, it was a short step to a back massage and an even smaller one to a full-body one. Zoe knew precisely what non-genital places to touch erotically to inflame her prey's libido. By the time she'd completed their massage, they were putty in her hands, so when she lowered her head and gently sucked and licked a nipple as her skilled fingers found their clit, they orgasmed instead of objecting.

Of course, with the boys, it was as simple as 'dropping ya boobs out and grabbing their cocks'. It didn't matter that the young men would cum in their pants before she'd gotten their cocks out. Nor did Zoe care if they came a second time once her hand was around their bare shafts. Most would pop a third time as soon as she lowered her mouth onto their cocks. Their fourth orgasm would also be into Zoe's questing mouth. Then, their fifth would typically be as soon as Zoe had guided them into her. Most would gain some control by then, and Zoe would teach them how to make love to a rampantly sexual woman. Zoe was sure her conquests' later sexual partners were grateful for her expert tutelage, even though they would probably never know who their boyfriend's sexual tutor was.

"Hey, Daddy," Zoe said as she skipped happily into the kitchen. She stopped long enough to hug him and kiss his stubbly cheek before taking a bottle of mineral water from the fridge and sitting beside him at the breakfast bar.

"Hey, pumpkin," Luke Carter, Zoe's father, responded as he absently rubbed where his daughter had kissed. Luke knew reacting sexually to your daughter was at the top of the list of no-noes for a father, but his daughter was a force of sexual nature. Luke's male friends had all expressed their admiration for his youngest child. Zoe was the only one of Luke's four children still living at home and his only female offspring. Zoe had trailed his three sons by more than four years and had been a surprise for Luke and Lisa, her mother. They'd given up trying, and Lisa hadn't bothered going back on the pill because it didn't seem she could get pregnant again.

"I can't catch a damned cold, let alone another child," she good-naturedly grumped when another visit from her monthly visitor occurred.

"You working tonight, pumpkin?" Luke asked, carefully keeping his eyes off his daughter's deep cleavage.

"Yeah," Zoe answered. "I've got another gig for Ms Samuels and her three kids."

"That's the one where the boy's like eighteen, but his mother doesn't trust him to look after his sisters, right?"

"That's the one," Zoe agreed.

"Must suck for him," Luke mused.

"Must I, Daddy?" Zoe asked mischievously. "He's only eighteen, and I'll get in trouble if I do!"

"What?" Luke asked confusedly before blushing bright red and adding, "Oh! Umm... No, you mustn't! Figure of speech, young lady," Luke finished, growling.

Zoe hugged her father and said, "Just kidding, Dad. You know I'm your good girl." She batted her eyes outrageously.

"Good, like your mother was 'good'," Luke muttered. He'd taken Lisa's virginity at the earliest opportunity and married her when Lisa turned twenty-three. Not because he wanted to wait that long but because Lisa wanted to complete her master's degree in architecture before she married. Luke suspected that Lisa had 'indulged in gratuitous sex' while at university, but what he didn't know couldn't hurt him. Besides, it wasn't as if he was particularly exclusive with Lisa during that time either.

Luke left for his job. Luke worked for Transport and Main Roads, Queensland. Part of his task was to try to marry the state-controlled roads and their traffic lights with the reluctant, recalcitrant Brisbane City Council systems. He hadn't seen much success over the previous twenty years. "Those idiots in City Hall build an overpass to fix a hot spot," Luke often railed. "Never considering that all it does is move the blockage further out of town." If Luke had his way, all the main arterial routes, such as Old Cleveland Rd, Gympie Rd, and Wynnum Rd, would be turned into freeways and be damned to the whining homeowners along those routes.

Lisa had already left for work before Zoe had gotten up. So, knowing she was alone, Zoe sat on her sofa, unbuttoned two buttons and adjusted her skirt so her engorged clit and wet entrance, as well as her firm breasts, showed in her tablet's built-in webcam. When she was happy with how she looked, she instant messaged Brett. It was school holidays. So, she knew he'd be home, but it would depend on whether he could escape from his overbearing mother and take the call. He could.

"Hey, Zoe," Brett said excitedly before gulping, his eyes widening with anticipation when he saw his babysitter's gash.

"Can you play, baby?" Zoe asked as she played with her exposed nipple.

"Yeah," Brett said breathily as his hand found his pants over his cock. "Mum's at the shops, and she took the brats."

"Then, take it out for me," Zoe demanded.

"Do you want me to get naked or just take my cock out?" Brett asked as he pulled his shorts and underwear down.

"Get naked, baby," Zoe said seductively, her hand moving to spread her pussy lips for the young man to drool over.

Brett kicked his pants aside and pulled off his T-shirt.

"Take your dick in your hand, Brett," Zoe ordered. "But no cumming until I say so, okay?"

Brett gulped before saying, "Okay." He gripped his sturdy 6-inch cock in his hand and began stroking it.

Zoe smiled at him and shrugged her blouse and bra off her shoulders so her tits were exposed to Brett's avid gaze. She heard the young man groan as she balanced the tablet on the coffee table so she could free her hands. She leaned forward until her high-sitting, widely-spaced 34B breasts filled the screen. She pinched her mauve nipples and crooned, "You're doing great, Brett. Keep edging, honey, because it'll help you last longer when I fuck you later."

Although she'd been tempted the first night she'd sat for the Samuels, Zoe wasn't sure how deeply Brett's sisters slept. The last thing she needed was to be caught fucking their brother by his preteen sisters. So, Zoe had bustled around the house after the girls had gone to bed, seeing how much noise she could make before they'd either complain or come out to investigate. That experiment taught Zoe it would be safe to fuck Brett later tonight when the girls had gone to bed.

"Gawd, Zoe!" Brett panted. "I can't stop it!"

"You can and you will," Zoe said coldly. "Or you won't get to fuck me tonight. Grab your shaft by its base and squeeze hard. Tell me when you're good to start again." Zoe turned off her camera to give Brett a chance to cool down.

She heard him groan as his cock threatened to explode anyway, but after several gasps, Brett said, "I'm good now, Zoe. You can turn your camera back on."

Zoe adjusted her tablet so it was looking at her gash between her salaciously spread legs. She had her index finger on her clitoral hood, and she pulled it back to expose her flushed clitoris. Zoe knew Brett would cum as soon as her camera opened, so she said, "You can cum for me this time, baby. But I want you to keep stroking until you're ready to go again, okay?"

"Okay," Brett willingly agreed.

Zoe reached awkwardly with her right finger and turned her webcam back on. Her flooded pussy burst into Brett's sight, and his rampant cock burst semen immediately in response. "Faaaaaarrrrrrkkkkkkkk!" He breathed awedly as he captured his splodge in a hastily grabbed tissue.

"Keep stroking, baby," Zoe demanded as her orgasm neared. "When you hear me cum, I want you to cum, too, deal?"

"Yes, Zoe," Brett agreed readily. His eighteen-year-old libido was overwhelmed, and even though he'd orgasmed only a few seconds before, he was already about to cum again.

Zoe avidly watched Brett pump his precum-leaking cock as her orgasm came upon her. Then, as her eyes closed and she imagined taking it in her mouth later, her climax hit, causing her body to shake and shudder as her breath locked.

"Oh, Gaaaaawwwwddddddddd, Zoe!" Brett moaned as his tight little nutsack cramped against his shaft and sent its fluids racing through his shaft to explode into the tissue.

Zoe opened her eyes and smiled as she languorously stroked her wet slit and delved her fingers into her pussy. "That was so good, baby." She continued to stroke and dip as Brett's cock slowly reinflated. "I want you to record me, but only for a few seconds, okay? Then, whenever you can get away from the shrew, I want you to watch it and have a wank, alright?" Brett nodded and pushed the record button. Zoe spread her pussy lips for the camera for a few seconds before turning her webcam off. "See you tonight, baby," Zoe said before adding. "Oh, Brett?"

"Yes?" Brett asked the blank screen.

"If I even hear that someone has seen that recording, I'm going to the police and telling them you tried to rape me," Zoe said firmly and then disconnected the call.

'Shit!' Brett thought. He'd told his mates about the hot, honey-blonde babysitter his mother had hired and how she seemed to flirt with him. They'd all laughed and told him he was dreaming, of course. That shit might happen in some porn writer's fevered imagination, but it didn't occur in real life. He had looked forward to showing the disbelievers the short clip Zoe had allowed him to take. However, although he was sure the cops would recognise Zoe was making a revenge complaint, the investigation was certain to include informing his mother and her parents, too. It would probably also get around his school. Brett reluctantly decided to delete the clip after he'd obeyed Zoe's directive.

The day passed uneventfully, and Luke dropped Zoe off at the Samuels' home. Brett's mother would drop her home when she returned from the symphony. That wouldn't be until after midnight, and Zoe anticipated having at least two hours to introduce her eighteen-year-old target to the joys of sex. Zoe had dressed conservatively in a loose pair of blue jeans and a baggy T-shirt. What the older Samuels woman needn't know was that underneath her drab clothes, Zoe wore suspenders and silk stockings and a matching electric blue half-cup bra and panty set. She also had black, 7-inch, slave collar heels in her bag. She'd put them on after she'd stripped for Brett. Brett would shit when he saw her ensemble; Zoe knew that. So would his mother if she knew she planned to show it to her son and let him explore as much as he wanted.

Part of Zoe's duties tonight was to cook dinner for her charges. After Brett's mum let her in, Zoe walked to the kitchen and greeted the three youngsters waiting there. She speculatively eyed the elder of the two sisters, Matilda, who was twelve. If there would be trouble tonight, then Matilda would be the most likely cause. Zoe was aware that Matilda had picked up on her brother's infatuation with her, and she knew Matilda would watch like a hawk, trying to ensure nothing untoward happened.

Zoe looked in the fridge to see what Brett's mother had left for her to cook, which, of course, was chicken breasts. 'Growing teenage boys need red meat,' Zoe thought, remembering how much her older brothers ate during those years. 'Red meat, lots of calcium from milk and cheese, and plenty of dark green vegetables.' She checked the milk, and of course, it was soy. 'Disgusting,' Zoe thought. 'But it fits the image of the typical devouring mother.' She briefly wondered what had become of Brett's father and whether his father was the same as the girls.

Fortunately, Zoe had anticipated that there'd only be chicken and had brought steaks. She offered her charges a choice. Matilda, as expected, wanted chicken, but Brett and Grace, the youngest sister, opted for steak. Zoe then provided a choice of oven-baked chips and eggs or a fresh salad, and the same pattern followed, only it seemed Matilda became affronted that Zoe would 'go against her mother's food choices'.

"Has your mother banned red meat, eggs and dairy from the house?" Zoe asked innocently.

"Well, err, umm... no," Matilda stammered. Then, in a rush, she added, "But if Mum wanted us to have steak tonight, she would have put some out!"

"Does your mother ever put steak out?" Zoe queried, using the same quiet voice.

"Well, no," Matilda said reluctantly.

"It'll be a nice change for your siblings then, won't it?" Zoe said brightly. "Are you sure you wouldn't prefer a nice, juicy steak?" She teased. "Medium rare, with just the hint of blood dripping when you slice the meat open? Hot, runny eggs pouring their yummy goodness over your tomato sauce-covered chips?"

"No," Matilda stubbornly replied as the other two enthusiastically stated, "Yes, please!"

Zoe asked Matilda to get out two pans. She quickly slivered the chicken, added some butter and all-purpose seasoning, and set them on a high heat. As the chicken cooked, Zoe took out a lettuce, a tomato, some capsicum, and mushrooms. She diced and sliced them into a basic salad and added it to Matilda's plate. The chicken slivers quickly followed. Zoe handed Matilda the plate and turned her attention to cooking the steak and eggs.

Simultaneously, while making Matilda's dinner, Zoe had the oven chips baking in the gas oven. When they were nicely browned, she turned on a gas burner and heated the second pan to searing. She seared the three steaks on both sides to seal the flavours in and then turned the heat down to cook the steaks to medium rare. As she waited for them to finish, Zoe washed the first pan and put it on to heat up. She added butter and the eggs when the pan was hot enough, and they were ready when the steaks were. Not long later, Zoe ate with Brett and Grace at the dining room table. Matilda had eaten her dinner in a huff and had gone to her room.

Other than checking on Matilda to ensure she hadn't snuck out, something Zoe herself did when her parents or brothers had pissed her off, Zoe didn't have much to do. Around 10:00 p.m., the girls had repaired to their rooms, and there was no light showing under their doors. Zoe waited another thirty minutes before she slid silently into Brett's room. Brett sat up when Zoe touched his face, and he smiled eagerly.

Zoe indicated for him to stay quiet, and then she removed her T-shirt and draped it over Brett's bedside lamp. She turned it on and turned her back on him. Then, she wriggled her firm, rounded ass and slowly, seductively removed her jeans, leaving her in her suspenders, stockings, bra and panties. Swaying her hips sexily, Zoe crossed to her bag and removed her slave collar 7-inch stiletto heels and put them on, ensuring her tight ass was sensually swaying for her young paramour's eyes to drink in.

Zoe turned to face Brett, who had pulled the sheet back, revealing he was naked. Brett's hand was wrapped around his throbbing 6-inch cock, and he stroked it as he ogled Zoe. Zoe smiled welcomingly, sashayed across Brett's bed, and knelt before him. She encouraged the young man to sit on the bed's edge, and when he had, she lowered her head and sucked Brett's virgin cock into her warm, wet mouth.

Brett's hands instinctively found Zoe's head, and he tried to pull her further down his cock. She was happy to oblige, and when her lips hit Brett's hairy abdomen, Brett stifled his groans as his nuts compressed against his shaft and his prostate cramped, blasting semen into his urethral tube and sending it hurtling into Zoe's willing mouth. Zoe swallowed Brett's first two eruptions before pulling his cock from her mouth and directing the rest over her tits. Brett disbelievingly watched as Zoe gathered his cum from her breasts and fed it into her mouth.

Zoe tried to kiss Brett, and he turned his head away. She knew most guys would do the same thing, but she wasn't having a bar of it. "Asshole!" She spat, getting to her feet and walking to her bag.

"Zoe, wait," Brett pleaded.

With her eyes blazing, Zoe whirled around. "I give you your first-ever blowjob, and you won't even kiss me to say thank you? Fuck you, Brett! If you won't give, then you're nothing but a taker. I hate takers, Brett, and I certainly won't fuck them!"

"You have my cum in your mouth," the young man protested.

"So?" Zoe quietly but vehemently snarled. "If you go down on me, will you expect me to kiss you afterwards?" Brett nodded. "Sauce for the goose, asshole."

"Huh?" Brett wondered.

Zoe rolled her eyes, and then, in her best bogan, she drawled, "What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. Or, for those unedgimicated among us: What is good for the goose is good for the gander!"

"Oh," Brett said, realising that if he expected Zoe to kiss him after he'd gone down on her, then he'd better kiss her after she'd given him a blowjob. Well, he could refuse, but he knew if he did, Zoe would follow through on her implied threat and storm out. "Please, Zoe, may I have a kiss?"

"Do you deserve one, asshole?" Zoe asked snidely.

Desperate not to lose this opportunity, Brett got out of bed and crossed to Zoe. He was much taller than the diminutive babysitter, so he had to bend over a long way to lick his cum remains from her breasts. Impressed despite her anger, Zoe reached behind her and undid her bra. Brett eagerly, if clumsily, attacked Zoe's breasts with his mouth and tongue.

"Ouch!" Zoe yelped, cuffing Brett's head. "I'm not a bone, nor are you a dog worrying one. Softly, gently, and lovingly, you oaf."

Truthfully, however, Brett was learning rapidly. More than once, Zoe had stormed out of a seduction target's bedroom and refused to sit them again because they wouldn't let her kiss them after she'd blown them. If that happened, only an abject, crawling-on-their-knees apology would convince Zoe to give them another chance. After all, when you're bisexual, the world literally teems with potential sex partners. And even if you restricted yourself to virgins, there were still plenty to choose from.

"Hmm, that's better, baby," Zoe crooned as she arched her chest to push more of her firm left breast into Brett's mouth.

Brett's hands were clumsily fumbling around Zoe's pussy, but it wasn't time for him to go there yet. Brett needed to realise that men go from zero to blow in mere seconds. Women, however, need closer to ten to twelve minutes before their motors are redlining and they're close to cumming. The time to use your fingers on a woman's cunt was either when she guided you there, or you could feel the heat of her arousal pouring from her pussy. Zoe took his hand and guided it back to her nipple. Brett immediately tried to feel her up again, but Zoe stated, "No," firmly, and guided his hand back to her breast.