When the wife's away, the babysitter will play. [Combicon & Chemmy]
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				Title: <strong>When the wife's away, the babysitter will play. [Combicon &amp; Chemmy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 21:56:03</strong>
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				Walking down the street, it was late afternoon roughly, not exactly completely light, but nowhere near dark anymore. Emily (http://www.fotofap.com/pthumbs/large/73207/emily.jpg) was making her way down to one of the parents she babysat for, this couple however, she hadn't yet, so like with all babysitter-meeting-parent-days she was nervous. She guessed that she had babysat one of their friends, they wanted a night out, asked their friends, and she was promoted as being good. Emily stood about five foot four inches tall, maybe an inch bigger, she hadn't checked in awhile. Her hair was blond that flowed down to five or six inches passed her shoulders. Her eyes were a pale green colour, occasionally being hidden by loose strands of hair. She was wearing a white wife-beater style shirt, under a blue mans denim jacket, the ends of the sleeves rolled up and the bottom few buttons done up. Her trousers were black, or a very dark blue, it was hard to tell. Around her neck lay a black piece of cord, attached to the end, sitting on her wife-beater covered chest at the moment, lay a chrome disk (http://www.hotref.com/category/000/Round-pendant-necklace_4414.jpg), nicely engraved with the letter 'E'. Pushing some of her hair back, behind her ear, she made her way around a corner. Fishing in her trousers for a piece of paper, she looked at the address that was written down; this was the correct street, she confirmed, before walking down it, looking for the door number. A small pouch was attached to one of the belthoops on her trousers that contained her mobile phone and a few other accessories, and was the closest thing she had to calling a handbag. She found they got in the way quite a bit if she had to root around in them.<br>Finding the door, she walked up to it, knocking on it and waiting for it to open. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the wife's away, the babysitter will play. [Combicon &amp; Chemmy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chemmy</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 08:42:25</strong>
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				Mark stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie as he waited for his wife, Lisa, to finish getting ready.&nbsp; He was wearing tan slacks with a blue button down shirt and a yellow silk tie.&nbsp; This was their first real date out in over 2 months and he was looking forward to spending time alone with his wife, away from their two children, Karen (16) and Mark (7).<br><br>He heard the knock at the door and figuring it was their new baby sitter, he made his way to the door.&nbsp; Usually Karen had agreed to watch Mark, but she was busy tonight so they felt lucky to find a sitter on such short notice.<br><br>Mark opened the door to see Emily, a bit taken back by her looks at first as his eyes lingered a bit on her.&nbsp; "Well I take it you're Emily?&nbsp; Please come inside"&nbsp; He moved back from the door to allow her in and smiled a bit as watched her from behind as she entered.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the wife's away, the babysitter will play. [Combicon &amp; Chemmy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 17:42:09</strong>
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				Her lips forming a smile as the door opened. "I am yes" she said, taking a step forward inside when prompted, "It's nice to meet you" she added, turning back around to see him, holding out her hand. "Mr...?" continuing, but pausing, not actually sure of his last name. She didn't really advertise herself, seeing as she wasn't a licensed babysitter, it would probably create some problems if she did. It was usually times like this that she wasn't actually sure what to say, if she should ask where the child was, or just have a little chat with the parents first. Usually they left quite fast, and she wouldn't get a chance to talk, but if they were a little late, she would talk a little to them, perhaps while making sure the child was fine. Taking an almost silent breath in, calming her nerves slightly, she looked up at him "So where is...Mark, is it?" she asked, hoping she got the child's name right, remembering him and his child had the same name, hoping he'd understand what she meant. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the wife's away, the babysitter will play. [Combicon &amp; Chemmy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chemmy</strong> on <strong>18-09-2008, 00:41:31</strong>
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				"Sorry, Mr. Lawson." He smiled, feeling somewhat silly for not introducing himself.&nbsp; "Yes Mark, he's up in his room playing right now."&nbsp; He continued<br><br>Lisa then began walking down the stairs, the stairs creaking ever so slightly as she made her way, she was ready for their night out.&nbsp; "Oh you must be Emily.&nbsp; Thank you so much for being able to come on short notice.&nbsp; We got your name from the Prioletti family down the street and were just glad you were available."<br><br>Mark interrupted "Lis, we've got to go or we'll be late" making his way over to her in order to lead her out.&nbsp; "Sorry Emily, do you mind if we discuss payments and such later?&nbsp; There's a list on the fridge of instructions Lisa wrote."<br><br>Opening the door they start out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the wife's away, the babysitter will play. [Combicon &amp; Chemmy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>18-09-2008, 01:30:59</strong>
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				She nodded, "Okay" she confirmed, looking up at the creaking noise, mostly to see if it was Mark coming down the stairs. Smiling a little at the person who she assumed was the mother; Lisa. "Yes I am Ma'am" she confirmed, "It's no problem at all, just you two go on and have a good time" she suggested. "I'll be more than happy to babysit whenever you want, assuming that no one else has already asked" she added, before turning back to Mark. "Of course...alright, you two have a good time" she repeated, following them out. Waving to them as they left, before walking in and closing the door behind her. It took her a minute or two to find the kitchen. "Mark?" she called, hoping he had been informed that she would be babysitting, she took the instructions off the fridge, and went upstairs, trying to find his room. [[We can time skip if you like to when they come back?]]
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the wife's away, the babysitter will play. [Combicon &amp; Chemmy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chemmy</strong> on <strong>18-09-2008, 03:36:26</strong>
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				[[Sure, on the time skip]]<br><br>Around 11:30PM Mark helped his wife out of the car, walking her to the door slowly.&nbsp; Yet again she'd had a bit too much to celebrate with and was drunk.&nbsp; Mark opened the door quietly as to not wake his son up and helped his wife up the stairs where he assumed she'd pass out on the bed.&nbsp; While he loved her, he certainly wasn't pleased by the fact that he wasn't likely to be getting any tonight, especially on their anniversary.<br><br>Mark proceeded downstairs in attempts to find Emily, hearing the TV on in the living room he headed there announcing to her their return home.<br><br>"So how was he?&nbsp; No problems I hope" he said as he sat down.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the wife's away, the babysitter will play. [Combicon &amp; Chemmy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>18-09-2008, 03:46:59</strong>
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				Emily looked over at the door to the room, away from the television as she heard the main house door open, before hearing some quiet, and just about audible footsteps upstairs. She began to wonder if they had even remembered hiring a babysitter. Standing up, her thoughts were brought back into reality as she heard someone coming back downstairs. Smiling a little more, she absentmindedly brushed some hair behind her ear. "No, no problems at all. He's probably one of the most well behaved kids I've babysat" she said. While there were some that said that just to get an extra tip, she wasn't one of those, she actually meant it. "So..." she started, "...about the payment" she continued, a little uneasy; she always felt a little guilty about asking people for money, but she knew she had to, hell, it was her part-time job, while she didn't need it, it was a nice thing to have.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the wife's away, the babysitter will play. [Combicon &amp; Chemmy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chemmy</strong> on <strong>18-09-2008, 04:59:15</strong>
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				"That's good to hear, I'm glad he behaved for you.&nbsp; I'm sure he wanted to be nice for his cute sitter&nbsp; he said as he eyed her a bit.&nbsp; He wasn't sure if it was the wine he'd had or the fact that he was in the mood but she was looking very attractive to him.<br><br>"Right, right, you need to get paid" he laughed softly, again feeling silly for forgetting<br><br>"What are you normally paid?&nbsp; 10 bucks an hour or so?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the wife's away, the babysitter will play. [Combicon &amp; Chemmy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>18-09-2008, 05:25:05</strong>
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				She couldn't help do anything to a spot of blush rising to her cheeks as she heard the compliment, not used to getting them from 'customers'. He wasn't that bad looking himself, but she didn't know if it was an appropriate thing for her to say back, considering his wife was upstairs. Glad for the subject change, she smiled once more, the blush not seeming to fade, nodding a little at his statement. "Yeah, that would be about right" she nodded, usually it was around that, occasionally a little more, depending how bad the child had been, but ten was the lowest she dropped to. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the wife's away, the babysitter will play. [Combicon &amp; Chemmy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chemmy</strong> on <strong>18-09-2008, 06:02:21</strong>
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				"I bet you don't make a lot doing this for $10 an hour" he continued to eye her, the wine certainly playing with his head a bit.&nbsp; He had an idea and had planned his way out if she said no.&nbsp; He could pass it off as being drunk and just apologize and tip her well enough that she'd forget the whole thing.<br><br>"I'm sure there are things you'd like to buy, right?&nbsp; I've got another job for you if you'd be interested.&nbsp; It pays a lot more but you'd have to keep it just between us" he said as he felt himself becoming slowly aroused by the idea he was about to offer.<br><br>"What would you say to the idea of helping me out for a nice big... 'tip'?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the wife's away, the babysitter will play. [Combicon &amp; Chemmy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>18-09-2008, 13:32:57</strong>
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				Shrugging a little, "I get something" she admitted, wondering what he was getting at, or if he was just perhaps a little drunk, not that it wasn't uncommon for wife and husband to get a little tipsy on their first night out, and usually, if it was their first night out, she could tell; a little haphazard at the start, a little late, wanting to get there on time, a little excited. Raising an eyebrow when he started speaking again, "Maybe...it would depend what it was I suppose" she contemplated, a little curious why it had to be kept between them, hoping it wasn't something like drug selling. "Well, if you tell me what it is, I'll either say yes, or no" she finished. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the wife's away, the babysitter will play. [Combicon &amp; Chemmy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chemmy</strong> on <strong>18-09-2008, 16:58:25</strong>
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				He was a bit nervous about it but figured at worst case they simply wouldn't hire her again.&nbsp; She didn't look like she'd be mean about it and tell his wife.&nbsp; As he was glancing over at her he spoke softly but to the point "I want you to help me cum"<br><br>As he was waiting for her response he offered a little more on the details "A blowjob for a nice tip or a nice fuck for an even bigger one." he smiled a bit as he said it, hoping she'd take the offer.&nbsp; He was still a bit sore about the fact his wife was too drunk to do anything and he'd been looking forward to it all day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the wife's away, the babysitter will play. [Combicon &amp; Chemmy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>18-09-2008, 17:09:40</strong>
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				The blush deepend to the extent that she could feel her cheeks becoming warmer as he explained himself a little more, well, somewhat. She looked away a little, hoping the blush would fade, and it had just about to begin to, when he explained himself further, she looked back up at him, her eyes slightly wider than before.&nbsp; "But...your wife?" she asked, looking at the door, not that his wife was there, but just because. She thought for a moment "Can't you just get...your wife to...erm?" she suggested, not really sure if she should add any more. When he had explained that his wife was asleep, or passed out upstairs and probably wouldn't do anything, she sighed, and thought for a few minutes. "Fine..." she said a little reluctantly, "A blowjob though" she added, making sure he knew where the lines were right now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the wife's away, the babysitter will play. [Combicon &amp; Chemmy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chemmy</strong> on <strong>19-09-2008, 02:34:30</strong>
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				He watched her as she thought it over.&nbsp; "Don't worry about my wife, she'll be out until tomorrow afternoon at this rate."&nbsp; Hearing her answer only served to make him grin a bit.<br><br>"Have you done this before?" He asked as he started to undo his pants.&nbsp; His mind raced, thoughts of his wife finding out, thoughts of his kids, but they all ran back to her, this cute girl in front of him who was only moments away from pleasuring him.<br><br>He motioned her over "Well then, lets see how you do"
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the wife's away, the babysitter will play. [Combicon &amp; Chemmy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 15:37:03</strong>
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				She nodded a little, not sure if that was really what she asked about, either way, it answered both questions; why her wife wasn't doing this, and if her wife would come down. Both were answered no. When he asked if she had done this before, she shook her head, taking a deep breath, her finger pushing a bit of her blond hair behind her ear, perhaps as an escape, to hide her face somewhat, to give her more time, possibly to wake up as if this was all a dream. Walking perhaps a little hesitantly towards him, one foot in front of the other, as if she was on a tightrope, but her hands at her sides. Another deep breath, her chest rising, staying risen, and then falling as she took deep breaths, the air filling her lungs somehow seeming addictive. Finally she reached him, crouching, then kneeling , her face looking at the crotch of his trousers, which were undone, allowing her to see his boxers, and already a bulge inside them. Looking up to him, not sure if she should remove it, or if he would, hoping for some help. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the wife's away, the babysitter will play. [Combicon &amp; Chemmy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chemmy</strong> on <strong>27-09-2008, 13:03:21</strong>
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				He slowly removed his hardening dick from his boxers, holding it in his hand as he looked at her.&nbsp; He smiled down at the girl, the sweet little baby sitter.&nbsp; He wondered how he'd managed to get so lucky as to be able to convince this girl to do what she was about to.&nbsp; Was she really in that much need for money?&nbsp; Was she simply a slut?&nbsp; or was she just a bimbo kind of girl.&nbsp; He snapped himself out of it and focused on her.<br><br>"Don't be afraid, just relax.&nbsp; I'm sure you've seen how to do this in movies." he said has he tried to reassure her.&nbsp; His hands gently stroked the back of her head as he asked "Why don't you just touch it to start, then take it from there".<br><br>"whatever feels natural"
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the wife's away, the babysitter will play. [Combicon &amp; Chemmy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>28-09-2008, 00:47:54</strong>
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				She gasped at the dick, not really at its size, but the fact that she was going along with it more than anything else. She wasn't sure what she thought of herself, but, it was only a blowjob, plus, it'd get some more money into her pocket, no one need find out, and it'd only be this once, right? Her cheeks blushed a little, she could even feel the warmth rising too them as he spoke of her seeing it happen in the movies; now that she thought back, she couldn't really recall seeing that at any time, but then, she didn't go to <em>those</em> kind of films. Taking a deep breath once more, trying to rid herself of the blush, and to calm down her beating heart, she outstretched a hand to the dick in front of her face. <br>It was surprisingly warm, and a little squishy, but with obvious firmness and rigidity, getting a little harder by the second in her hands. While she hadn't seen it in the films, she was after all, young, and like it was a natural thing, she already knew a little of what to do; in theory. <br><br>Moving her hand up the soft, hard, warm, firmness, watching it, half with curiosity, half to make sure she didn't do anything wrong, giving the tip a gentle squeeze, feeling it, the blush rising even further on her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the wife's away, the babysitter will play. [Combicon &amp; Chemmy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chemmy</strong> on <strong>28-09-2008, 04:59:20</strong>
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				He let out a low moan at the feeling of her hand on his dick.&nbsp; He felt his dick harden as she rolled it around in her hand.&nbsp; "That a girl, don't be afraid" he said in the hopes of encouraging her.&nbsp; He was eager to feel her lips on his member, it made it throb in her hand.<br><br>He thought for a moment about what was about to occur.&nbsp; He'd been a faithful man but she just looked too good, and he was entitled to it, wasn't he?&nbsp; She hadn't put out in over a month and it was supposed to be a given tonight.<br><br>He turned his focus back to her.&nbsp; "Go ahead, and start honey"
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the wife's away, the babysitter will play. [Combicon &amp; Chemmy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 14:02:48</strong>
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				She nodded a little as he spoke once more, a little bit encouraged as it hardened. It was a strange feeling; a dick hardening, or at least it was one who had never felt it before, and it throbbing even more just spurred her on, looking up as he told her to start, her heart began to beat fast once more again, taking another deep breath, she moved closer to the hard, warm, dick that sat in front of her, in her hand. Gulping, she opened her mouth, sliding the dick in, guessing that any contact with her teeth wouldn't go down well, so managed as best she could to keep them out of the way. Closing her lips, so her mouth was closed around it, she began to move up and down a little. It tasted strange; but not something she could put her finger on, and warm, but that was a given.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the wife's away, the babysitter will play. [Combicon &amp; Chemmy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chemmy</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 05:31:43</strong>
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				He held the back of her head firmly in his hand, to help guide her.&nbsp; He was tempted to try and force it down her throat but didn't want to scare her off.&nbsp; Although he was paying her for it, so maybe he should.<br><br>Her mouth felt so soft on his dick, she was getting his dick nice and wet so he could go deeper.&nbsp; "Take it all the way" he ordered before pushing on the back of her head, trying to get her to swallow his dick.
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