Baby Sitting (Mr Brent - 1)

The ad in the paper had been a bit intriguing, asking for a male babysitter, so I'd responded to it. It wasn't often I saw a family asking for a male sitter, and certainly not for a 'daughter in her early twenties'.

I called the number and soon was talking to a kind lady, who informed me that their daughter was somewhat difficult to handle. She and her husband were invited to an opera performance, and they didn't want to let their daughter staying alone, because she'd 'get in all kinds of trouble'.

I reminded the mother that the daughter was an adult and should be free to do what she wanted, but she argued that in their house she and her husband made the rules. That was understandable. I wondered why the young lady was still living with her parents, but that was none of my business.

We talked a little longer, and agreed that I would come over to their home the next evening, half an hour before the couple had to leave for the opera. That way they could make sure their daughter, Lorraine, wouldn't go crazy while I was being introduced.

"What do you mean by 'going crazy'?" I asked, making as sure as possible I wasn't getting into anything unpleasant.

"Well, Mr Brent, she has a few boyfriends that we don't consider proper company for her, " the concerned mother explained. "We think that having a somewhat older and respectable gentleman in the house will keep her from trying to sneak them in."

I understood that very well. "I'll do my very best, Mrs Lang, and I will see you tomorrow evening. Oh, before we end this call... Does Lorraine know about me? I mean about having a babysitter?" The idea of 'babysitting' an adult sounded a bit odd, but interesting at the same time. It often was entertaining to be among young people.

"She does. And she complained loudly about it at first, but she accepts the situation. The alternative would be that she has to come with us, and she doesn't like opera at all. Thank you again, Mr Brent, and we'll see you tomorrow."

*

The next evening I walked up to the house, well ahead of time. I preferred to be early rather than a minute late, and that usually was appreciated. This time was not different.

Mr and Mrs Lang, all dressed for a night at the opera, welcomed me, showed me around the important places of the house, and then introduced me to their daughter, a very pretty and shapely figure of twenty-two years old, with long blond hair and keen blue eyes. She was dressed entirely opposite to her parents, in faded jeans and a black hoodie, and she was moving around on bare feet. She wasn't opposed to my presence, or the fact I'd be watching her that evening.

"As long as you don't mind documentaries about dinosaurs, " Lorraine said. "I love dinosaurs, and they're having a show on this evening."

I had no problem with dinosaurs, as long as they didn't walk through the street or into a house, so that part of the evening was easily arranged, after which her parents put on their coats and wished me a pleasant and calm evening.

As soon as they were gone, Lorraine switched on the TV, and then there were dinosaurs. it was a very good show, I agreed with her, and she seemed happy to pause the documentary to make coffee. "Because you don't know your way around in the kitchen".

An hour later, I noticed how she was paying more attention to her phone than the television, and I was tempted to make a remark about that, but as she wasn't doing anything 'unauthorized' by her parents, I left it at that.

Some time later someone called at the door. I looked at Lorraine, who grinned and told me she'd invited a girlfriend over. "Do you let her in or can I?"

Her parents hadn't said anything about girlfriends, only boyfriends, so this should be safe. "You can open the door but I do want to make sure it's a lady, not a gentleman, " I told her, so she said I should come with her and check out Diana.

That was a sensible idea. I followed her to the front door, feeling guilty for admiring her backside. She was definitely very easy on the eyes.

"Hey babe, " Lorraine said, after opening the door and hugging a young woman. She was about the same age as Lorraine, dressed in a long black coat. "This is Mr Brent. He's my babysitter."

It somewhat surprised me that she didn't even make that sound annoying.

"Hello, Mr Babysitter, " Diana said with a smile. "Nice to meet you."

Lorraine closed the door and relieved Diana from her coat. That revealed more than I had expected. Apart from black, high heeled shoes, Diana wore an elaborate set of black lingerie, complete with black nylons, and nothing more.

"Miss Lorraine..." I said, not sure how to handle this entirely new situation.

"Mr Brent?" she asked, smiling in the most mischievous way I'd ever seen, as she wrapped her arms around the barely dressed woman. "As I said, this is my girlfriend." She then engaged in a long and very erotic kiss with Diana.

"But..." What should I do now? My first impulse was to warn the Lang couple, but there was something enticing about this view that made me watch instead of act.

Once the kiss ended, Lorraine took Diana by the hand and then also took mine. "The living room is so much nicer."

Still stunned, I walked along and watched how Lorraine slipped out of her T-shirt and jeans, revealing a similar outfit as Diana wore, but in red. Then the two hugged and kissed again, their hands sliding over each other bodies, while my cock couldn't resist the scene and developed a massive bulge in my pants. I was not prepared for this.

Diana let go of Lorraine and took two steps. "I'm sorry for neglecting you, Mr Brent." Before I could respond she wrapped her arms and a leg around me and kissed me hard on the lips, forcing her tongue inside my mouth.

Lorraine moved closer and held Diana and me, kissing my cheek and whispering that Diana had already taken a liking to me too.

It took me a moment before the word 'too' was there. Liking? Too?

"You like this, don't you, Mr Brent, " Diana whispered, pushing her hips against mine. Her movements gave my cock a rubbing that was hard to ignore. Still I tried.

"Ladies, this is probably not the right thing to do."

The two laughed. "Don't you worry, Mr Brent, " Lorraine said, "my parents hate all the boys I bring home, and that's exactly how we want it. They know about Diana, but not everything." The two kissed again while both holding on to me.

"And we want you to know about us, Mr Brent, " Diana whispered as one of her hands moved to my belt and undid the zipper of my pants.

"Maybe we should..." I started but when her hand got a hold of my cock, my brain stopped being coherent and sensible about the situation.

"Yes, " Lorraine said, "maybe we should get naked and serious." She stepped back and slowly started taking off her red bra, revealing perky tits with hard nipples. Diana had slid down to her knees and started licking my cock. I looked down at her and saw her smile, her big black eyes full of a promise that I knew I should refuse... but I couldn't.

Lorraine knelt down behind her girlfriend and undid her bra as well, making her wonderful tits pop out as if finally released from prison. Then, together, they pulled down my pants.

"You shouldn't, " I said, but I wanted her and Diana to go on, even when it was entirely wrong. What if Lorraine's parents came home early? I had no idea when they'd planned to return.

"Oh yes, we should, " Diana said as she handed my cock over to Lorraine, who slipped her lips around it. Diana then took off her panties and helped her friend out of them. After that she got up and 'helped' me undress.

There I was. In the living room of a couple of people who'd entrusted their daughter's safety to me. That daughter and her girlfriend were having their way with me, and I was unable to stop them. Yes, the flesh is weak.

Diana grabbed my hand and pressed it between her legs. I felt how wet she was, her juices were all but dripping down to the floor. "Rub me please, Mr Brent, " she whispered in a very husky voice, as she pressed her hips into my palm.

"Yeah, " Lorraine said, "rub her. I want to see that." Then she continued sucking my cock, very slowly, her eyes on my hand and Diana's pussy.

"Maybe we should..." I said, but immediately I had forgotten what I was going to say. Diana pressed her tits against me, squeezing them around my upper arm.

Lorraine let my cock go and got up, rubbing her pussy against one of my legs. "I want this, " she said as she stared into my eyes. "Inside me."

"And I want to see that, " Diana added as she moved a hand around my cock, while Lorraine kept rubbing. "Mr Brent wants that too. I'm convinced of that. And I want it after you."

Lorraine grinned and walked to the couch where she bent over the armrest, wiggling her ass at me.

Diana pushed me towards her. "Do the fucky thing, Mr Brent. We know you want it too." She tapped my hard cock. We all knew she was right.

I decided to no longer give a fuck, which was a weird thought that made me smile for a moment. My cock touched Lorraine's soft skin.

"Oh yes, Mr Brent, do it, " she said. "Do it now." She held still and Diana pointed my cock at the waiting wet lips.

I didn't have to move much to enter the young woman I was meant to guard against boyfriends. "No better way to keep boyfriends from entering, " I commented and pushed in deeper. Lorraine gasped, Diana leaned over and looked at how my cock slowly disappeared inside her girlfriend's waiting grotto.

"That looks so hot, " Diana whispered as she licked my cock each time I pulled back a little. "And it tastes hot. I'm tasting your cunt via Mr Brent's cock, sweetie, and I love it."

"Oh man, glad you told me!" Lorraine squeezed hard, making my going in again harder and slower.

After a few minutes, Diana got up and demanded her share of the fun. Lorraine didn't seem to have a problem with that. She just dived onto the couch, releasing my cock from its hiding place.

"I want to see it, " Diana said as she sat down on the armrest, lifting and spreading her legs. Only now did I see the little tuft of dark hair on her pussy, shaved into a triangle that pointed down to her slit. "Come in, Mr Brent, I'm ready for you."

"Let me, let me, " Lorraine said, as she quickly got off the couch. She knelt down and held my cock near Diana's face, who was licking her lips as I got closer to her. "Ram it in hard, Mr Brent. She loves that. It's what I do with the strap-on. I know what I'm talking about."

"Yes, give it to me, Mr Brent." Diana rubbed her pussy for a moment, and then I went inside her. Hard and deep. She uttered a guttural sound that conveyed an feral kind of pleasure. I kept pounding into her, feeling how wet she was, and it seemed as if there was a floodgate opened inside her, because a minute later her juices were seeping out of her.

Lorraine licked them up as fast as she could. "I want to suck you, and then you do her again, " she said.

I pulled out of Diana, who complained loudly about not being consulted, and presented my rock hard member to the young woman who did her best to gobble it up entirely. She almost managed it. She gasped for air as she let my cock go, and so I banged Diana again.

Suddenly Lorraine got up and ran off, exclaiming that she'd be right back.

"Just keep fucking me, Mr Brent, " Diana encouraged me, "we're doing fine, aren't we?"

Lorraine returned very fast indeed. She was wearing a strap-on. "Now it's the three of us, Mr Brent, " she said. For a moment I worried that she wanted to push that monster, which was hanging from her harness, into me, but the ladies had different ideas.

"I'm going to fuck my sweetheart, and you're going to fuck me. Is that a deal?" Lorraine tapped her strap-on cock as well as mine a few times, then moved between Diana's legs and slowly shoved the fake cock where mine had been not that long ago. She bent over as she slowly fucked her girlfriend, giving me a clear view of the rear opening in the harness. Plenty of space for me to get inside her.

I grabbed her hips and, as if she got the hint, she stopped moving for as long as I need to slip my cock inside her. Then she started moving again, fucking Diana and sliding back and forth over my cock. All I had to do was hold her hips and stay where I was.

"This is so fucking hot, " Lorraine said after a few minutes. "Are you about to get off, Mr Brent? If you are, please spray everything on sweet Diana's tits."

I was indeed close to my climax after all this, so I pulled out of her after a few more strokes from her side, and moved around her, aiming for Diana's tits. I didn't need to do a thing. Diana grabbed my cock, sucked it and jacked a few times. That was all I needed to shoot my load on her chest. Both young women looked at it, and when I was spent, Diana took my cock in her mouth again as Lorraine started licking up what I had deposited on her friend tits.

Lorraine then pulled her fake cock out of Diana and undid the harness. "Now you're going to watch us, Mr Brent, " she said, as Diana lay down on the couch, legs spread. Lorraine knelt over her in 69 position. "Keep watching, Mr Brent, " she warned me before diving into the soggy pussy.

As the two had their way with each other, my cock started getting hard again, simply by watching and hearing them.

"Coming, baby?" Diana asked all of a sudden.

"For you, " Lorraine said. "And you?"

"Same..."

And then the two had their orgasms, at nearly the same moment. I couldn't help but jack off at the scene. I didn't get to cum for the second time, but it was well worth it.

Lorraine and Diana sighed and panted for a while, lying over each other, before they managed to sit up again. "Come, Mr Brent. Sit between us."

I didn't need to be asked twice. Sitting between these two nude ladies was an absolute treat.

Diana wrapped a hand around my cock and slowly played with it. "This is a good one, babe, " she said.

Lorraine nodded. "Finally someone who doesn't run off screaming." She took my hand and shoved that between her legs. "My parents go out quite often, and I keep inviting the wrong boys over to scare them, " she told me. "Would you like to come over again when they go out again?"

"I'd be delighted, " I said, as my fingers played with her pussy. Diana grabbed my other hand and put it between her legs.

"Nice. Very glad, " Lorraine said. "Maybe next time we can invite Rebecca over as well."

"I'd like that, " Diana said, pressing my hand hard against her slippery labia. "You'll like Rebecca, Mr Brent. She's cute and horny." She sighed and spread her legs. "Damn. I have to leave already. It's getting late."

"Too bad, but you're right." Lorraine looked at the clock. "They'll be back in a bit over half an hour. We should get 'decent' again." She looked at the armrest. "And clean that up a bit, before they smell what we've been doing."

*

We all got dressed, and Lorraine saw Diana out. Then we cleaned the couch and the strap-on. She went to put it away, after which we settled in front of the TV again, awaiting the return of her parents.

"You didn't put your bra on, " I pointed out. Her nipples clearly poked through the T-shirt.

"I know. I don't care." She slipped a hand between my legs for a moment. "You won't tell them, Mr Brent?"

"Not at all, Miss Lorraine. I prefer to keep this lady sitting relationship clean and professional."

She looked at me and snorted. "Good." She snorted again. "Lady sitting. I like that. Next time this lady will sit on you, Mr Brent."

"I'm all in favor of that idea, Miss Lorraine."