The Daddy Takes The Babysitter Trilogy
Copyright © 2011 by Bailey Marie (BLY)
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First printing: December 2011
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Other Works by Bailey Marie:
Daddy’s Little College-Girl 1
Daddy’s Little College-Girl 2
Daddy’s Little College Girl 3
Daddy’s Little College-Girl Trilogy
The Daddy Sex Saga (six story collection)
CyberSex: An Erotic Short Story
Daddy Takes the Babysitter
Volume 1: Money Talks
It was only three-thirty in the afternoon, but Lindsay was in bed and naked already. At nineteen and a half and still living at home, she was grateful that she had a good lock on her door. And since her parents didn’t know she liked having sex with girls, they never seemed to find it odd that the door was locked when her friend Tiffany was over.
They would just giggle and giggle the whole time they were together, so anyone passing by would just assume they were carrying on like any ordinary teenage girls.
But they were up to something much more naughty.
She couldn’t bear to tell them she was bi-sexual. They didn’t need to know that yet.
Lindsay smiled broadly, giggling even more when Tiffany’s tongue hit her clit. She’d crawled up under the bottom of the blanket and began doing likewise to her girlfriend’s dripping pussy. Lindsay loved the feel of Tiffany working her magic. She loved the soft feel of her bare skin against hers, she loved the weight of her breasts dangling down onto her, she loved her tongue forcefully separating the slit between her legs.
It all felt so damn good.
Lindsay loved the feeling of Tiffany’s soft, skinny arms wrapped around her legs. Tiffany’s tongue got more firm and rigid as it lapped back and forth, bringing so much pleasure to her girlfriend that it started welling up in her stomach, building toward an eventual climax. Pulling the blankets off of the both of them, Lindsay reached out with her hands and grabbed Tiffany’s head by the two tight knobs of red hair on top.
Her grip grew more firm the more intense Tiffany got. She loved running her fingers into her scalp and forcing her down deeper and deeper between her legs.
And then the cell phone on her nightstand rang.
“Ugh,” Lindsay said when Tiffany ceased her rhythm.
Tiffany raised her head up, disappointed, and wiped all of Lindsay’s juices off her chin with her forearm. “You don’t need to get that, do you?”
Lindsay pulled the phone from its perch, checking the caller ID. “It’s Mr. Chaney.”
“So? Don’t answer it.”
“If he’s got a job for me, I really need the money.”
“Aren’t you a little old to be babysitting?”
Lindsay shot her girlfriend a cold but loving stare.
“Fine. But I’m not stopping.” Tiffany smiled and went back down on Lindsay, flicking her tongue back and forth on her button.
Lindsay took a breath and, as hard as she could, tried to ignore the incredible sensations Tiffany was providing. She pressed the green button on her phone and lifted it to her ear. “Hello?”
“Lindsay,” the strong male voice on the other end began. “This is Rob. Rob Chaney?”
“What can I do for you, Mr. Chaney?” She took in a deep breath and held it. Tiffany pulled the lips of her love into her mouth and sucked on it gently, the sensation tugged at her lust, wanting more...
...but she couldn’t have more. She was still on the phone.
“Well, Lindsay, I’ve got some work for you tonight. I know it’s short notice but it’s urgent.”
Tiffany’s suction grew harder, pulling tighter, and Lindsay had to prevent herself from moaning. “And... And... It’s both kids?”
“I’ll pay you a hundred dollars for the night.”
With her free hand, she tried pulling Tiffany away, but she wouldn’t have any of it. With her mouth still firmly planted on Lindsay’s naughty bits, Tiffany looked up right into her girlfriend’s eyes with a coy look that screamed, I’m not going to stop, you silly girl...
“A hundred dollars?”
“Yeah. All my other options have... left town, and I’d very much appreciate you over at the house tonight. It would be a great help to me.”
Lindsay was startled to find Tiffany gliding two of her slender fingers into her dripping wet opening, rubbing her favorite spot back and forth as she sucked on her clit. She made a sound that was a cross between a moan and a yipe.
There was no doubt in her mind that Mr. Chaney could hear it. There was a curious swagger in his voice. “What was that?”
She inhaled her breath sharply, “Nothing. Nothing. It was nothing, Mr. Chaney.”
“All right. Can I expect you over tonight?”
“I do have a date but...yow!” Lindsay looked down to see Tiffany’s big, beautiful, hazel green eyes staring up at her longingly as her fingers doubled their pace, in and out of her, filling her up.
Lindsay held her free hand over the receiver and mouthed down to Tiffany, “It’s a hundred bucks, I need the money!”
“Are you okay over there, Lindsay?”
Tiffany intensified the fury of her sexual attack. Out of breath, Lindsay responded. “Yes, I’m fine. And I’ll be there. What time?”
“Six o’clock. I’ll be here waiting.”
“Ok.”
She hung up the phone, closed her eyes, and surrendered to Tiffany’s sexual fury.
Her fingers moved back and forth in time with her flicking tongue, creating an overwhelming sensation in Lindsay.
The tingling began all over her body and pulled in, coming closer and closer to just her clitoris, Tiffany’s tongue strokes growing stronger, faster, and more intense. Lindsay tried pulling her legs up and into herself because of the overwhelming sensitivity, but Tiffany was still between her, ensuring that nothing would stop her.
“Yes...”
Pleasure built up inside the tension of the nearing orgasm and all Lindsay could think was that she never wanted this feeling to end.
Everything felt hot and moist and then it came. Every muscle between her legs contracted tightly around Tiffany’s fingers. She could feel a pulsating sensation with a spot deep in her center as its epicenter, radiating out, warming her soul.
She spasmed once, twice, three times before the dizzying experience had passed.
One of her favorite feelings in the world was feeling her opening close up and contract around her girl’s fingers as she pulled them out.
Tiffany wiped the dripping wet mess from her good work all over the sheet and crawled up to join Lindsay in bed.
The feeling of Tiffany’s pert breasts and exquisite, tight body pressed up against her, bare flesh on bare flesh, was counted by Lindsay as the third best feeling in the world.
The first was the one she’d just experienced.
The second was providing that same experience for her lover.
“So,” Tiffany said, working to catch her breath. “I guess our date’s off?”
One more spasm hit Lindsay, and she had to wait a moment to respond, recovering from the ravaging her girlfriend gave her. “I’m sorry, sweetie. But it’s a hundred bucks for one night’s work.”
“I know, I know. That still doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
“What will you do?”
“I’ll probably just go home. Maybe I’ll touch myself until you call me.”
Lindsay smiled and brushed her fingers across Tiffany’s supple breast, grazing past the nipple, reveling in it’s softness. “You could probably come over after the kids are asleep...”
“So well-to-do Mister and Missus Chaney can walk in on us? No, thank you.”
“It was a thought.”
“Just call me when you’re done.”
“You know I will.”
Tiffany kissed Lindsay a few times gently on her breasts and chest. “You going to take me out with that hundred bucks?”
“I can’t. I’m late on my car payment. That’s why you were taking me out tonight.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“I’m sorry, baby.”
Lindsay’s fingers drifted down the front of Tiffany’s tight little body and found the hot mess below, waiting to be taken care of. “You know...”
“What?”
Lindsay used her fingers to separate Tiffany’s slit and worked her fingers up and down, turned on by the swollen, dripping mess she found down there. “I still don’t have to leave for a couple of hours.”
“Oh yeah...?”
Lindsay made her first move, inserting her own fingers into her girlfriend, sliding them gently and rubbing back and forth. “Yeah. You still need to be fucked, you naughty little girl.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
They moved in to kiss each other, while Lindsay’s fingers went to work. She loved the taste of herself on her lovers breath.