Mr. Anderson and the Great Jackrabbit

I turned 19 last summer. I've been babysitting long time ago, so I've had a great rep with the families around here. About 2 years ago, I started working for this snobbish rich family, 2 babys, girls, and a marriage on the rocks.

But before I get into what happened one amazing fall night, let me tell you about myself. I'm tall, about 5'9", and weigh around 145. I'm a swimmer, so I'm strong for a girl, and I tan amazingly well, thanks to my Greek heratige. I have short, choppy brown hair, almost to my shoulders, that's loaded with highlights from the pool. I'm curvy, with a nice ass, and fantastic rack - a 36DD, and I think I need to upgrade! I'm a size 10 in jeans, thanks to my hips, but I'm toned, thanks to my sport.

So back to this family. Like I said, they were rich, and snobs, but they were both incredibly attractive, and had 2 gorgeous little girls. The husband, Mr. Anderson, was especially attractive. He was an athelete, tall and lean, balding a bit, but in that sexy professor sort of way. He didn't have a lot of hair on his body, which I had always thought was sexy. Large, almond shaped eyes were set beautifully on his face, which would be kind, as well as smoldering at the same time. His wife was petite, but gaining wait - but it's not like this story concerns her, anyway.

So for the past 2 years, the Anderson's date nights had been exactly the same. I'd get to their house around 6:30, make dinner for the girls, and they'd crash around 8. For 2 years, the Andersons had NEVER been home before, or after midnight. It was always right on the dot. This never ceased to amaze me, as their daughters were just as punctual. Bedtime was bedtime, and they never got up in the middle of the night, or made a single sound after I tucked them in.

After the first year, I was practically a member of the family. I knew where everything was in the house, I cleaned and cooked; I was really more of an au pair than anything. But getting to know the family, meant gettingto know the secrets - something I was never hesitant to do.

I started snooping thru their draws and closets at night when the girls were asleep. I couldn't believe that someone as gorgeous as Mr. Anderson wasn't a sexual being, so I was determined to find something that proved it. The first night proved fruitless, and I was too chicken to really look around. But the second night, I struck gold.

I found a book of karma sutra, and a journal that they had kept about their sex life. It was bland from the Mrs. opinion, but when Mr. Anderson wrote about their sex, I felt like I was reading something from a holy book. Reading, in his sensual handwriting what he did to his wife, and what he thought about while he was doing, it always turned me on. I'd find myself slipping my fingers into my jeans, and lightly touching myself as I read their bedroom secrets.

It took a few more months to find anything else really good. A bottle of lube. I even found a pair of handcuffs, but it seemed that that was the kinkiest that the Anderson's ever got. I started imagining the Mrs. as a prude, who only liked it missionary style, and scoffed at her husbands eclectic sexual fantasies. I found myself fantasizing about the same things as Mr. Anderson wrote - replacing her name with my own, imaginging my own body writhing in pleasure as he licked his way from my nipples, down my stomach, to my tender clit. I was not a virgin, but my first boyfriend (and first sex) hadn't been that great, but what I was reading in Mr. Anderson's journal made me crave what he gave this woman who was unappreciative.

However, the most amazing thing I ever found was a Jackrabbit vibrator. It was titanium, one that I knew had cost a fortune. It was silver, with multiple speeds and settings, rotating, twisting, vibrating, pulsing. I moaned as I held the Rabbit in my hands, imagining it's smoothe surface slipping between my wet lips, filling my tight cunt, and fucking me senseless. Even more tho, I imagined Mr. Anderson fucking me with his own wife's toy.

Near the fall of my second year, I had begun to get creative while I babysat. I would masturbate thruought the house, knowing they wouldn't even walk thru the door till midnight. I masturbated in their bed, making myself cum on their egyptian cotton sheets, as i used her jackrabbit to pleasure myself. I sat on their bathroom counter, using an electric toothbrush on my clic, bracing my feet against the opposite wall, and biting lip to prevent myself from screaming his name as I orgasmed. It was also around this time that their marriage began to fal apart. Mr. Anderson never talked about it, but I knew a divorce was impossible - their social status relied on it, and they would never go so low as to break that image. However, they each had seperate cars, and while they still went to the theatre together, they drove there seperatly.

One evening, they had left for an opera in the city. I was extremely horny, and even managed to get the girls into bed a bit early. I went straight into the Anderson's bedroom, and rammed that wonderful vibrator into my hot pussy. I pulled my blouse open, tweaking my large dark nipples as I bucked my hips against the vibrating bunny. I slide down between the bed and the wall, my feet in the air, my hips going mad, moaning as softly as I could as I tweaked my nipples and fucked myself. I felt my body shudder as I hit my first orgasm, clasping my thighs tightly around the JackRabbit, and grabbing the sheets above me as I shudderedin climax.

I laid there only a moment, and moved into the kitchen, tiptoing past the girls room, the Rabbit still in my pussy. I could feel my girl cum sliding down my thighs, and I made a mental note to stop a bit early, so I could clean up the messy trail I knew I was making. I glanced around the kitchen and dining room area, deciding where I wanted to masturbate first, when I realzied that I had yet to cum on the kitchen counter. I smirked to myself as I made my way into their brightly lit, expensive kitchen.

I pulled myself up onto the counter, and propped my feet onto the island, only a few feet away from me. I realized how perfect this spot was for me, as my head rested lightly on the cabinets behind me, and my legs could open as wide as they needed, without me needing to worry about a slip. I tugged my jeans off, letting them fall to the floor, a first for me. I usually just left them around my ankles, but I was so anxious to imagine Mr. Anderson fucking me against the counter, that I wanted as little clothes on my body as possible. I twisted my panties off and pulled the Rabbit from my pussy. I ran my hand thru my soaked lips, feeling the sexy wetness against my completely hairless twat, and with a slight moan of his name, shoved his wifes vibrator deep into my tight cunt.

I started slowly, rotating the little love machine around my pussy, feeling my clit buzz in excitment. I let outa shuddering sigh, imagining his tongue against my clit, his hands grasping my thighs, as he burried his face in my twat. I grabbed my tits as I imagined him doing so, then pulled my shirt from my straigning bust, leaving my bra on, turned on by the sight of my own buxom chest.

I started to pick up the pace, pushing the buttons to higher levels, as I put the little Rabbit to work. I moaned his name, wanting to badly for his wife's expensive toy to be his own thick cock. I wriggled, reaching my next orgasm, slipping my free hand into my bra to pull my nipples as I whispered his name.... only to experiance shock, as I heard him whisper mine in return. I was so deeply into my orgasm, that I barely realized that it wasn't a fantasy, he was actually standing beside me. I yelped, the JackRabbit falling from my pussy. It would have hit the ground had Mr. Anderson not caught it.
"Emily?" said Mr. Anderson.
"Y-Yes?" I stammered. I couldn't believe what was happening. As much as the thought of fucking him had turned me on, I was suddenly terrified of the man standing next to me, switching off the vibrator that I had been fucking myself with, moments before.
"Do you care to explain what you're doing making love to my wife's vibrator, on her kitchen counter, saying my name?"

My jaw dropped. Suddenly, my libido kicked back in, and I was hungry to kiss him, to pull his toned body against my own, and wrap my legs around him. I wanted to melt into his skin, to feel him fuck me in every position in the Karma Sutra book. I blinked a few times, and licked my lips, pressing my hand to my chest. I realized, then, that I was naked, and blushed, feeling the heat crawl up my chest.
"Mr. Anderson, I--I didn't think you'd be home so soon, I didn't think--Oh, oh, my god where is Mrs. Anderson?!" My eyes wide in terror, I rememmbered his wife, and braced myself for her to storm thru the front door.
"We faught", he said simply. He lifted my leg from the island, and I tensed up, waiting for what would come next, hoping he would do what i had imagined.

He glanced up at my face as he positioned his body in front of mine, letting my leg fall back to the island, so my thighs were on either side of his hips.
"I don't believe Mrs. Anderson will be coming home tonight", he whispered, sliding his hands down my thighs, grasping my hips, and pulling me close to him for a kiss.
I felt myself moan into his mouth, the softest velvet I had ever felt. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him tighter to my body, as I ran my hands down his chest, took his hands, and led them to my throbbing pussy.

"Take me now", I murmered, then cried out, as he rammed the Rabbit back into my pussy. I had forgotten all about the toy when he walked in, then was glad he had caught it. He slwoly fucked me with the Rabbit, not even turning it on, leaning away from me to watch my face as I reached orgasm. He reached behind me and unclaspd my bra, freeing my tits, then groaning out loud.
"Oh Christ Em... you don't know how long I've wanted to see your gorgeous tits", and with that, he bent down, and bit and licked my nipples, as he continued to fuck me with his wife's vibrator.
I couldn't beleive what was happening. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling the Rabbit tighter into my pussy, my hands roaming thru his hair, and down his neck. I felt myself reaching climax, and tld him to stop. He lifted his head from my chest, and quirked his eyebrow.
"Fuck me, Mr. Anderson. In your wife's bed."

He smirked, then easily lifted me from the counter. He carried me into their bedroom, and laid me onto their bed. I pulled the rabbit from my cunt - it was covered with my juices. He shocked me as he leaned forward, and licked it clean. Seeing a man lick something so phallus like turned me on, and I moaned, pulling him on top of me as I kissed him hard, tasting myself on his lips.
I bit his lip, and murmered, "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this". He bit me back and replied, "Oh, I imagine it's about the same amount of time I've been wanting it."
That pushed me over the edge. I rolled us over, straddled his crotch, feeling his huge member throb between us. I pulled his shrit off, and began to work on his pants. He grabbed my hands, murmered something about slowing down. I told him I couldn't wait, that I needed his cock in me then and now. That seemed to get his attenion.

He rolled me back onto my back, and practically ripped off his pants and boxers. He spread my legs apart, and positioned himself between them. "Like this?" he asked, looking into my eyes. I couldn't believe what was happening. I glanced between us at his 8 inch cock, back up to his eyes, and said "Fuck me, baby."
Mr. Anderson let out a grunt, and slammed his cock into me. My back arched, my mouth opened, and my hands gripped the sheets beside me. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his girth and length fill me up like no toy ever could. I moaned his named, grabbed his shoulders, and begged him to fuck me.

He never seemed to loose stamina. Pumping himself furiously inside me, he leaned over me, kissing me hard, sucking my tongue and lips as he fucked my tight pussy. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter, my juices flowing down our thighs, and soaking his marital bed. He leaned his head down, biting my breasts, and pulling my nipples into his mouths, tweaking them with his teeth as he pounded away. I reached between us, seraching for my clit, so used to the need to figner myself while being fucked, then realized I had no need to play with my clit. It was as if the mere weight of his body was enough to turn me on.
"Oh, GOD, fuck me harder!" I cried, pulling him deeper into me, panting and moaning, my chest heaving, sweat dripping off my chin.

"Fuck, Emily, you're so tight, Oh... Oh... JESUS" he moaned and grunted, the noises he made, pure animalistic as he fucked me. It was tender and hardcore, all at the same time. His grunts and my cries, the fire that burst between us as he bit my nipples and pulled my hair, as I cried out his name, and scratched his back with my nails.
I felt myself reaching orgasm, and caught my breath, saying "I want you to fuck me from behind. Please, Please, oh god, fuck me from behind!"
Mr. Anderson pulled out, and expertly flipped me onto my stomach. He grabbed my hips, pulled me to my hands and knees, and teased me. He rubbed my slit with his cock, and I moaned, crying out loud, begging him to fuck me.

"God Damn you're the best ass I've ever had, Emily." And he rammed me.

I cried out again, grabbing my tits, and pulling them hard, saying his name over and over again as he fucked me. He grabbed my hips, usign them to ram me even harder, grunting out my name and saying what a fucking tight pussy I had. He reached between us, and started furiously flicking my clit. That drove me over the edge.

I reached my orgasm, my whole body shuddering. I felt like I was crawling out of my skin, my face pressed against the soft sheets, feeling Mr. Anderson fuck me hard, filling my tight pussy with his huge cock. I moaned again, feeling that rush as I cam, squirting onto his stiff dick, my juices running down my legs, leaving me sticky and used.
Mr. Anderson slowed down, and I flipped back onto my back, not skipping a beat. Impressed, he leaned down to suck on my lips, but I refused. "Let me blow you" I said, practically begging. He didn't refuse.

Pulling his raging cock from my aching pussy, still buzzing from my orgasm, I pulled all of him into my mouth, sucking my juices from his cock. It turned me on more than fucking him, and I sucked him as hard as i could, reaching around to grab his ass, to pull deep into my mouth, and moaning as he hit the back of my throat. He grabbed my hair, and cried out my name. "Oh FUCK, EM! FUCK!" He humped my head, kneeling there on the bed, and I just kept sucking him as hard as I could. He reached down and began tweaking my nipples, as I started fingering my pussy. I couldn't believe how wet I was, and I soon came again.

I couldn't believe that Mr. Anderson still hadn't cum. He asked if we could try something special, and if I would mine going into 69.
I winked at him, pushed him backwards, andspun around, straddling his face as I continued to work his cock. No sooner had I pulled him into my mouth than I started moaning again, as his expert tongue and lips began to suck and pull and play with my clit. I pulled him from my mouth, telling him to suck me hard when he was about to cum, and he spanked me in response. He slipped his fingers inside me, as I grabbed his balls. He tongued me like mad, while I swirled my own tongue around his swollen head. I suddenly felt him pull extra hard on my clit, and I let loose, feeling my 5th orgasm rock my body as I i clamped my lips down around his dick.

I was in shock as I felt his hot cum fill my mouth. Lowering my lips, I let him cum down my throat, swallowing everything, and sucking him harder, pumping his cock with my left hand as I continued to suck his head. He moaned and sighed against me, which drove me insane. I moaned his name ashis cock filled my mouth, both of us eager to vocalize our orgasms. He kept licking and sucking my cunt, and I kept sucking his dick, until we were both done and spent.

He grabbed my hips, and pulled me right on top of him, as I straddled his hips, pulling onto his chest for comfort.

As Mr. Anderson stroked my hair, and kissed my lips, catching his breath as I struggled to regian my own, he murmered hoarsley, "So, Em... you still charging the same?" I laughed thru my ragged breathes, murmed "Not in your dreams", and rolled onto my back, waiting to catch my breath so we could do it all again.