The Best Babysitter - An Erotic Tale...

The Best Babysitter - An Erotic Tale...

"Seriously, I'm eighteen years old, I don't need a babysitter to stay here anymore. You go to your party, or dinner or whatever and I'll stay here." Deandre groaned at his parents while idly combing his fingers through his short black hair.

"Aight...then think of it like this. She's like a house sitter...and you just can't leave the house. You grounded!" His father retorted unwilling to negotiate that point as he adjusted his cuff links and then tightened his tie slightly checking his reflection in the window. He was a handsome man, for a man in his mid forties and he could see much of himself in Deandre. In fact, his son who'd just turned eighteen the week before bore an almost startling resemblance to his father at that age. Mr. Fletcher glanced around the room.

"Grounded? You playing right? You gonna to ground me?" Deandre asked almost in disbelief. Eighteen year olds weren't supposed to be subjected to such petty forms of punishment like grounding or spankings. This was absurd. "You can't ground me!"

Mr. Fletcher stepped toward his son who was still about an inch shorter than his father and easily more slender,dropping his voice several octaves as he spoke. "You right, I can't ground you. What I CAN do is charge you rent, how's six hundred dollars a month sound? Then I can charge you for the damages your little party caused when I left you alone last year. My house, my rules."

The party had gotten out of control but that was partially because his parents had left him alone for an entire weekend, not one night. A party that lasted nearly thirty six hours of liquor, pizza and girls...to say that it had left the house a wreck was one of the understatements of the century. A half dozen of his friends had stayed to help, and they'd pitched in to have a professional steam cleaner come in and the house was still in shambles when his parents arrived. That hadn't been the first time either, just the worst. "Do I make myself clear D?" The boy looked up at his father then nodded his head, leaving it lowered as he backed away. "Good, I'm glad we had this talk. Ba-by! If we don't hurry up we're going to be late!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" NeNe strode into the room wearing a knee length red dress that nearly matched the color of her hair and really brought out her eyes. Tanned legs flowed down from the dress into a pair of sensibly low heels but still high enough to bring out the beauty of her toned calves. Even though she was well into her forties NeNe was still attractive, the crow's feet around her mouth and at the corners of her eyes did more to give her character than to detract from her beauty and while she no longer possessed the near perfect figure she'd had as a girl she still had a physique few could complain about. "The sitter get here yet?"

"Not yet, she called and said she'd be running like five minutes late. I told her to make sure that Deandre stays in the house and behaves himself." Mr. Fletcher responded.

"She's late!"

"Relax honey, I already told her she's skating on thin ice and she'll be here soon. I think Deandre can be trusted not to tear the house down in the next five minutes though." NeNe nodded and picked up her purse kissing her son on the cheek and making him promise to be good. "You heard her son, don't give Shayla no problems."

Mr. Fletcher opened the door to leave and found a woman standing at the door one hand preparing to knock and an oddly surprised look on her face. She stood about five and a half feet, maybe a bit less and a nearly perfect combination of breasts and ass stretching her red t-shirt and jeans nearly to their limits. Her brown hair was tucked up into a blue and white Washington Wizards fitted but a few strands fought their way free to frame her face. Her skin was the color of dark honey and her perfume faintly smelled like it also. "Sorry I'm late sir." She managed while clutching to her backpack.

"I don't have time to discuss punctuality with you right now Shayla, the emergency numbers are on the fridge, there's twenty bucks to order a pizza with. Deandre has school in the morning so he needs to be asleep by midnight." Mr. Fletcher said as he squeezed past the young woman and into the hallway. "Just make sure he behaves."

"Will do Mr. Fletcher." Shayla said with a smile and stepped out of the way as the man and wife half ran down the walkway and got into their Benz to drive off.

"I'm going to my friend's house." Deandre said as soon as his parents were out of sight and started to step out of the house but Shayla moved to block his path.

"Your parents said you're staying here, so you're staying here." Shayla said firmly closing the door behind her. "Now go plug in your Playstation or somethin', what do you want on your half of the pizza?"

"No for real, I'm going to Brandon's, I'll grab something to eat on the way. Call your boyfriend up, order whatever you fuckin' want on the pizza and I'ma be back by midnight." Deandre said again trying to walk around Shayla but she moved again blocking his path.

"You stayin' here." Shayla repeated.

"Fine. I'm stayin' here!" Deandre replied waving his arms around wildly and then walking back into the house. He went straight into the kitchen and grabbed his father's vodka and a glass.

"What the fuck are you doin' boy?! You're not old enough to drink and if your parents wanted you drinking I'm sure they would have said so!" Shayla shouted as she followed right behind. "Seriously, just sit down, play your games and chill out 'til ya parents get home."

"Man, fuck you. I'm too fucking old for this shit." Deandre said again trying to open the bottle but Shayla had slammed her hand on the top.

"What's it gonna take to get you to stop acting up and just let me do my job in peace?"

"Beat my dick." Deandre blurted out half meaning it, half bluffing.

Shayla paused for a moment letting her eyes travel the length of the boy. He wasn't ugly at all, actually the scraggly black hair and baby smooth skin made him sorta cute in that innocent way. "Beat your dick?" She repeated making certain she'd heard him right.

"Yeah."

She paused considering her options a little more. "So lemme get this straight...I give you a hand job, one little hand job and you'll act right for the rest of the night?"

"Yeah."

"Fine."

Deandre paused slightly. He hadn't expected her to agree to his deal, certainly not without more of a fight than she'd put up. "Ruh-really?" Shayla might have found Deandre cute, but girls his own age had a different word for him. Nerdy. Even at a party that had nearly torn his parents house off of it's foundation he'd only gotten to feel some girls titty and get the quickest amount of lip contact that could qualify as a kiss. The idea of this sexy ass girl actually touching his dick had it lurching in his pants, straining to escape its denim confinement and leap into her hand.

"Really. You're not getting shy on me are you?" Deandre started to blush, the heat trapped around the collar of his shirt but he didn't move. He was too afraid if he moved, even the least bit she'd see how hard he was and start laughing. "C'mon lemme see the dick. I can't stroke what I can't see boy."

Shayla continued to tease him but she could feel her nipples hardening, pressing against her bra, through her t-shirt and knew Deandre had to see them. His eyes had already been focused on her titties before and now they couldn't wander an inch as each breath had them stretching her shirt farther. Lower she felt herself getting wet, her thighs starting to slip as she moved her legs back and forth. "Hurry up or I'm won't do it." Shayla said trying to sound impatient instead of horny.

Deandre almost fell over as he tried to unzip his pants and yank them and his black and red plaid boxers down to his knees in a single jerking motion. Without noticing Shayla licked her lips as Deandre's dick leapt into view. He was just a little over eight inches long but thick and the tip of his dick was already begging her to take it between her lips instead of in her hand. She wrapped her hand around his hard, thick dick and gave it a firm squeeze that pulled a moan from his lips. "You like that?" She whispered squeezing again this time making him throw his head back before nodding.

A wicked smile crossed Shayla's lips as she leaned down, spat on his dick and then resumed stroking. Deandre started reaching around clutching for something, anything to support his weight as Shayla's expert handwork started to turn his legs to mush beneath him. "You like having me stroke your dick don't you? Tell me you like it." Shayla teased as she started to slow down, giving him time to find the countertop behind him.

"No, no please don't stop girl, don't stop!" He gasped as she nearly stopped. "Keep strokin'! I love how you beatin' this dick!" Shayla stopped and wrapped her hand tight around the head of his dick. She didn't so much stroke anymore as she did squeeze and move her hand over the tip, faster, and faster as he started to pulsate in her grasp.

"I wasn't gonna stop til you came even if you wanted me to." She growled faster and faster now, her eyes completely fixated on his organ. She could see it twitching, tightening, his hips rolling and it made the wetness between her thighs spread. "Cum for me." She suddenly commanded her hand picking up speed. "Cum for me NOW!"

Deandre was dragging air into his lungs in short gasps trying to keep from screaming as the beautiful woman stroked his manhood. He didn't know how her hands could give him such pleasure. Deandre bit down on his lip trying to stifle another shout but this one tore it's way free of his lips and into the air as he came.

Shayla gasped as it finally happened and the boy came, bucking his hips forward in her grip one final time before erupting. She'd resisted the urge long enough and as the first blast hit her t-shirt she took his dick into her mouth and proceeded to suck the remaining amount of cum from his swollen member. He shuddered as she looked up at him. "Now you gonna be good?" Shayla asked as she turned on the sink and washed her hands before reaching for a paper towel to wipe Deandre's cum from her shirt. Deandre nodded and pulled up his boxers and pants as he retreated to his room happy, confused and drained, leaving Shayla to clean up the mess they'd made. AIN'T THAT JUST LIKE A MAN?!?