The chocolate babysitter (please pm with first post)

[danayvonne]

The chocolate babysitter

Character's Name: Dina Lavonne Woods
Age: 18
Measurements: 34c-22-34
Height: 5'4
Weight: 95 lbs.
Race: Black
Sexual Preference: Hetro
Long straight black hair that falls just short oh her waistline, brown eyes, dark skin complexion
Attire: Thin plain yellow tee shirt, white-laced bra, white hi cut panties, loose light gray shorts, white ankle socks


IC:

Dina just turned 18 have been babysitting her neighbor’s kids for the last year. Her neighbor lived two houses down from her mom’s. It was a late Wednesday night and Dina just finished sending James and Laura to bed. She descended downstairs into the living room. She sat down on the couch grabbing the remote flipping through the channels finding BET and leaving it there. She unhooked and pulled her bra off from underneath her thin T-shirt and laid it across the top of the couch. As she lay down on the couch thoughts of the kids father flooded her mind. Over the past couple of months he’s all she can seem to think about. She passed up many advances and dates because of her crush on him. Dina was not sure if she was ready for sex with a married man yet but the thought of him taking her crossed her mind a lot of times. Tired from messing with the kids all night she swiftly drifted off to sleep...

 

[lovingfingers]

Robert Woods was shaking the hands of his associates. Why was it that they always chose to meet over dinner? Invariably, the meetings dragged on into the evening. But it was their way, and they paid him well.

He checked the clock on the dash as he drove home. He expected his wife would be home by now and might have taken the sitter home. He always tried to return her at a respectable hour. She was her neighbor's daughter after all. He also didn't want to lose her. She had been so helpful of late, with their schedules being so crazy.

She would have been perfect, if she only wasn't so physically delicious looking. She was ten years his junior, so having lascivious thoughts about her wasn't cradle robbing, but damn.

He pulled into the drive and stepped out of the car. He retrieved his suit jacked and briefcase and walked quietly into the house. He stepped into the living room, seeing the TV was on. Perhaps Jan was waiting for him. Then, he noticed a bra on the couch. He stepped closer, noting that it was lacy and sheer. As he looked over the couch, he could see Dina lying there, asleep. His breath came a little harder as he saw that she was not wearing a bra now, her nipples tenting the fabric of her tee shirt. His eyes roamed over her body, undressing her. His cock hardened in his pants. He rested his hand on the bra on the couch, feeling it for a moment.

Then he came to his senses. He immediately backed up and turned to go upstairs. He had seen lights on when he drove up. Jan must be home. He moved quietly into the bedroom and did find his wife in bed, fast asleep. On the nightstand, he saw a dropper bottle of her medication. She had insomnia and sometimes brought out the big guns. She would be out for hours. He picked up the bottle, slipped it into his pocket, and went to his office. He put his briefcase down and remembered he should take Dina home. He steeled himself as he went back downstairs. He was not quiet about it, so was surprised when he saw that she was still asleep. He looked down at her, enjoying the voyeuristic moment. His hand went to her bra again, picking it up. He kept an eye on her as he brought it to his nose, inhaling her scent. He looked at the tag, 34C, and groaned inwardly. His wife was only an A cup. He wandered to the end of the couch, looking at her slender legs. Her loose shorts gave him a partial view of her panties, white against her caramel skin. His cock was so hard now, and there was nothing he could do about it.

 

[lovingfingers]

His hands clenched and unclenched, then fell to his sides. One hand brushed the bottle in his pocket. His eyes widened. Did he dare? He fished it out and unscrewed the cap. He pulled the dropper out and put it between her lips, giving it a squirt. He backed up as Dina stirred, smacking her lips briefly, then settled back to sleep. He held his breathe. All he had to do was wait.

 

[lovingfingers]

After ten minutes, he moved a little closer to her, reaching out to touch her shoulder, "Dina, Dina?" He shook her a little, and got no response. He shook her a little harder, "Dina." Nothing. Nothing except the swaying of her breasts when he had shook her. He shuddered as his fingers moved from her shoulders over her collarbones. His heard was pounding, as they dipped lower, sliding into her cleavage. Sooo soft and warm....

He was so focussed that he jumped when a message came through on her cell. He looked around, finding it on the table, and checked the message. It was her father, asking when she would be home. Robert set the phone down. Fuck! What would he do now?

He moved back from Dina, thinking, when the phone rang. He picked it up immediately, "hello?"

It was his neighbor, asking about Dina, saying he was having car trouble. Bob scrambled, saying that he had just got home and everyone in the house was passed out, including Dina, and it would be ok if she just crashed here. Bob held his breath, and sighed as his neighbor asked if it would be a bother and then thanked him when he said no. They hung up and Bob just listened to the house. No one stirred, especially Dina.

Bob returned to the unconscious girl, and began stroking her face, enjoying the contrast between the paleness of his fingers and her dark complexion. He trailed his fingers down, more boldly this time, both hands now taking her young, full breasts and giving them a good squeeze. "Ohhhhh," he shuddered, as he started to massage them, pinching the nipples through the fabric.

 

[lovingfingers]

He was so aroused and so tense at the same time. She could wake up. His wife could wake up and catch him. So many things could happen that would make him a pariah in the neighborhood, but he couldn't stop himself. He could feel his heart beating in his cock.

He reached down and took her arms, moving them until they were stretched over her head, hanging off the end of the couch. He trembled at how vulnerable and utterly fuckable she looked. His hands slid down to the hem of her T shirt. He gripped it and began to pull it up, exposing her taut belly. He had to pull harder, and then her luscious breasts bounced free, her nipples large and dark. He groaned as he kept pulling, the top coming off, over her head and trailing down her arms.

He stopped at looked carefully at her. She didn't move. Her breathe was even and slow. He brought his hands back to her breasts again, kneeding her caramel pillows. One hand went to his pants, undoing the buckle, unzipping them, letting them fall. As he stepped out of them, he knew he had past the point of no return.

 

[lovingfingers]

His boxers soon joined his pants on the floor. A man possessed, he stepped forward, and lowered his hips until he could press his cock against her face. In the light of the TV, he could see his pale dick against her brown skin. He began to rub the head over her face softly, up and down, until he started stroking it over her lips. Her mouth was slack, and fell open as he rubbed against her lips. He groaned as the head sank into her open mouth. The sight of his flesh penetrating hers almost brought him over the edge. He froze, and regained his control, then began slowly to slide in and out of her mouth.

 

[lovingfingers]

Her mouth, though warm and wet, was slack. Her lips did not close around his cock. She was unconscious, after all. But he was still very close, the risk and wicked naughtiness of taking her while she slept so intensely exciting.

He turned her face, so that he could push a little deeper. He moved slowly, enjoying the sensations. More than once, he pulled out completetly, and rubbed the head over her lips and face, whispering, "You like that, don't you? Such a naughty cunt."

He got very close again, and pulled away completely. His cock pulsed in the air as he calmed down a little. When the moment passed, he got bold, lifting his leg and straddling her narrow waist. He pressed his cock down, between her chocolate breasts. He pressed the sides of her tits, until they encased his pale cock. His hips started to move, his cock sliding up and down her cleavage, the head popping out from between her jugs with each stroke. He shuddered, "sooo good."

 

[lovingfingers]

His body shook with tension, both erotic and risk. He continued to slowly tit fuck the unconscious teen, his cock feeling electrified. Part of him wondered, how far could he go? What could he get away with? Could he actually fuck her? Pull those shorts and panties off and push into her pussy? Bareback fuck her and pump her full of seed?

Unconsciously, his hips started moving faster. Before he could think, he started to cum. The first spray of semen hit her under the chin, leaving a while trail down her throat to her cleavage. His cock slipped from between her tits, as the second and third pulses arched up and onto her face and mouth. Weaker pulses now rained down on chest, spattering her dark skin with his white cum.

He gasped and shuddered, breathing hard. He felt like he had never cum like that before.

 

[lovingfingers]

When his breathing slowed and his mind cleared, he looked down at Dina, still sleeping peacefully, a beautiful dark angel, covered in cum. There was so much of it. He had no idea he could cum that much. It was dripping down her face and neck and chest and tits. It was freakin' everywhere.

He had to clean her up, fast. All the worries that had made it so erotic before now threatened to panick him. He went to the kitchen and got a roll of paper towels. He went back to her and knelt down. Tearing off a towel, he began to wipe her face clean, moving slowly and gently. He kept changing towels, as they started to get wet. And while it felt like it was taking forever, in a couple minutes, he was cleaning the last of his spunk from under her tits. He gathered the used towels and tossed them in the trash.

He took her T and began to pull it back on, which was harder than getting it off. He had to stretch it over her tits, stuffing them inside. But after wrestling her around a bit, he finally got it close to where it started. As he finally pulled it into place, his hand came to rest on her shorts. He looked down, and his eyes widened. They had shifted as he had moved her, and part of her panties were exposed. He reached down to pull her shorts down, but stopped as his fingers brushed her panties. They were wet...

 

[lovingfingers]

He knew he should not push his luck, and get the fuck away. He froze for a time, his fingers on her wet panties. Curiosity and rising desire propelled him to dip his fingers further between her legs. He breathed hard as he felt her labia beneath the wet fabric. His fingers circled her slowly, exploring as far as he could with her shorts on.

Soon, he couldn't stand it any more. His cock, to his amazement, was hard again, and his body trembling agitatedly. He reached up to the waist band of her shorts, and began to ease them down. He had to shift her body a couple times to get them over her ass, but then they slid down and off easily. He set them aside, and looked down at her. He knelt down, and pulled her panties aside, baring her wet, dark cunt to him. He began to touch her, finger her, play with her meaty lips, dipping his fingers inside her. His cock pulsed as he did, driving him on.

He knew he shouldn't. This was even worse than what he had already done. This was rape. She could get pregnant. He was so tense he shook, but pulled his shorts off again, his cock swinging free. Right or wrong, he was going to fuck her.

 

[lovingfingers]

He grasped her panties and pulled them off. He didn't even hesitate. He had reached the point of not caring about consequences. He was going to take this beautiful dark morsel. He took her legs and pulled her hips to the edge of the couch. He spread her legs wide, exposing her cunt to him. He knelt again, bringing his cock to just the right level. He exhaled hard as he began to rub the head up and down over her furrow, watching her chocolate flesh part for his dark pink. She was moist, and almost gave him the allusion that she wanted this. He paused, and then pushed, the head sinking into her. It was soo good. Not like her slack mouth, her cunt resisted and swallowed his flesh. He began to rock his hips, sinking deeper into her. If he had not already cum a short time ago, he would have blown his wad. This time, he was in control, more or less, and was going to enjoy this ride to the fullest.

 

[lovingfingers]

He intentionally pushed harder, not pulling back, watching as his pale cock pushed all the way inside her, his reddish pubic hair meeting her jet black. He held it there, his cock pulsing, dripping pre-cum insider her. "Fuuuuuuck," he breathed softly. He took hold of her T shirt, which he had just pulled back into place not minutes before, and pulled it up again, exposing the chocolate mounds he had fucked earlier. He grabbed her tits and squeezed, his hips reflexively starting to move. He groaned as he started to fuck her, long strokes, each one feeling the length of her cunt. Her body swayed as he pistoned in and out of her, almost giving the illusion that she was participating. He groaned at the thought, his cock swelling, moving closer...

 

[lovingfingers]

He moved his hands to her shoulders and gripped her hard. He was out of his mind, as he started to fuck her hard, slamming his cock into her unconscious body. He could do anything to her, anything. His thumbs moved over her collarbones, until the touched. His hands partly encircled her neck as he felt his climax approaching. Her held her down by her throat as he pistoned in and out of her, her body shaking with his impacts.

He emitted a stangled groan as he started to cum, burying himself deep, pumping her fertile womb full of his cum. Her body shifted, and he almost growled, holding her down, driving the last spurts of semen into her.