Another Big Mean Man

Lilly sighed quietly as she looked down on the prone form of Tom, her boyfriend, as he dozed. "Same old, same old," she thought as her mind drifted back to the few minutes of passion that had so worn him out. Some gentle foreplay, a quick stroke of his cock, making him cum into a tissue as usual, and nothing for her as he collapsed beside her, snuggled up and fell asleep.

Lilly was just getting started, however. As he snoozed next to her, quietly snoring, she silently teased her clit thinking of how good it felt, how nice it was to get the attention she craved, and how wonderful it would feel to finally lose her virginity in the way she wanted. Her mind went to the darker places that she wasn't sure Tom could ever reach, thinking about being slapped, being forced, being hurt by an older man as she brought herself closer and closer to the small, silent orgasm that would keep her satisfied for a short period until she was back home.

It wasn't that he didn't care, she thought. He was sweet. He was romantic. He said that the loved her. But maybe that was what was wrong - the love and romance was great in everyday life, but since she discovered tumblr she didn't want to be treated like a gentle princess in the bedroom any more. She needed passion. She needed intensity. Something more forceful. And she was determined that when she had sex for the first time it would be much more fulfilling than Tom was likely to give her.

"Wake up," she whispered as she nudged him gently, "you can't be here when Mr S gets home!"

She shoved Tom off the bed, handed him his clothes, picked up the towel that they were lying on, and straightened the bed clothes. It wouldn't do for the family that she babysat for to come home and find them together in their marital bed! "There," she thought, "it looks like nothing happened." Another sigh before she whispered under her breath "and practically nothing did."

She gave Tom a quick kiss on the cheek, told him that she would call before bed time, and as he left through the back door grabbed some of the kitchen towels and threw them into the washer with the bed towel. She babysat so often that nobody thought anything was odd that she did the occasional chore for the family, and the arrangement worked out well for everyone. She quickly checked in on the two kids, found that they were sound asleep, and headed into the front room to relax before the parents were home soon.

As she sat down, her phone rang, and she glanced down to see that rather than Tom ringing to say he was home, it was Mr S.

"Hello?"

"Hi Lilly," he said, "how are things?"

"Great," she replied, "The kids have been asleep for over an hour, and I just put the washing on for you."

"Oh, thanks," Mr S told her, a smile in his voice, "I hope you know you really don't have to do things like that."

"I don't mind," Lilly told him.

"Look, we're having a good time here, and I was hoping – if it's ok with you – if we could stay out for another hour or so."

"No problem, Mr S. I can stay as long as you need me," she replied, thinking of the extra money that would come in useful. She'd seen some "interesting" things online that she wanted to buy once she knew that the packaging would be discreet.

"Great, thanks!" he said, "and don't forget you can use the TV in the lounge if you want to watch movies. It's hooked up to a server in the study with lots on. The instructions for the remote control are in the top drawer."

"Sure, see you soon!" she said, rolling her eyes at the fact that he thought she would need instructions for a TV.

With nothing else to do, she found the TV controller, sat down and tried to switch it on. Whatever she pressed, the screen either stayed resolutely black or just said "No Signal". "OK," she thought, "maybe the idea that I need instructions wasn't so stupid after all" and opened the top drawer of the TV cabinet.

A collection of DVDs, batteries, paperwork, some tealights, and other detritus filled the top drawer. She ruffled through everything, but no instructions. The second drawer down was much the same, but the last drawer down contained the elusive instructions together with a small box labelled "Dad's DVDs". A spark of curiosity lit in her mind and she tried to open it, but it was locked. "Well that's interesting," she thought, and returned to the top drawer to see if there would be a key in there that fit. At the back of the drawer was a key that seemed like it would do the job, and with a little bit of forcing, she pried the box open and gasped.

The box was full of porn DVDs. Not many, but enough to give an insight into what "Dad's DVDs" really meant. "Babysit My Ass", "Barely Legal Babysitters", "Daddy Issues", "Don't tell my wife I assfucked the babysitter", the list went on. She'd never seen DVDs like this before. The covers were all very similar - multiple shots of young girls in short skirts, most in pigtails, all engaged in all kinds of sex with much older men. Her pulse raced. In one of the pictures, a girl was bent over the arm of the sofa similar to the one in the lounge, being fucked from behind by a man as he grabbed onto her pigtails. The picture next to it had the same girl stretched over the lap of a much older man with her arse in the air. "Who's been a naughty girl?" the caption asked. Lilly flushed as she wondered whether she was about to be spanked. In the last picture that she looked at, the girl was on her knees in front of him, her face covered in cum, smiling as she licked the last drop from the cockhead.

Lilly put the disc in the DVD player, closed the tray and the TV sprung to life and changed to the right input channel. She selected the first scene and sat back to watch. Although she wasn't aware of it, the plot was as ludicrous as any porn film - a man came home unannounced to find the babysitter masturbating on the sofa. After a cheesy introduction of "Do you need a hand?", he kissed her while putting his larger hand on her little one, guiding it across her clit.

Soon enough, the "babysitter" was on her knees in front of him, telling him how big his cock was as she sucked hungrily on it. When he told her that she was a good cocksucker, Lilly couldn't resist reaching inside her panties and moaning softly as she touched her cunt. She'd never watched much porn, and listening to him saying the words that she'd only read before was turning her on like mad.

"Suck my dick you little whore," the man moaned on the screen, stuffing more cock into her mouth. "Tom would never say such a thing to me," Lilly thought as she touched her throbbing clit over and over again. She was soaking.

On screen, the sitter knelt on the edge of the sofa, letting the man fuck her from behind. "Give it to me, Mr Jones," she pleaded. The man grabbed her hair, holding her tight as he told her to take his cock, smacking her bottom with his free hand.

Lilly's mind flashed to herself on all fours, bent over the sofa. she slid two fingers inside her dripping hole as she imagined Mr S behind her, grabbing her pigtails, calling her his little cum slut. She fucked her cunt in time with the couple on the screen in front of her while her free hand played with her clit.

"Oh, you're fucking me so good Mr Jones," the on-screen sitter was screaming as Lilly fucked her cunt over and over again, getting closer and closer to cumming. She watched as the couple changed positions - the girl on top, then him on top, Mr Jones behind her again, the sitter on her side, before finally she dropped to her knees in front of him and looked him in the eye.

"Cum all over me, Mr Jones. Please. I need it soooo bad!" she begged, and the man shot the biggest load that little Lilly had ever seen. Way more than Tom had ever given her, it coated the girl's face and chest. She grinned at the man as she knelt before him, cum dripping onto her tits, pleased with her performance.

Although desperate to cum, Lilly kept herself on the edge as the second, ludicrous scene started. Yet again, a man came home early to find the babysitter on the phone to her boyfriend.

"I told you not to use the house phone unless it was an emergency," he raged, as she looked shocked and ashamed. "What if I needed to get through to you?"

"I'm sorry, Mr Smith," she stammered. "I'm sorry I was naughty. I don't know what you should do about it though"

"I know exactly what I'm going to do about it," the actor replied, "I'm going to take you over my knee and spank your pretty little bottom until you know what happens to girls who disobey me."

"Oh no, Mr Smith," she smiled, "anything but that!"

Lilly watched as the man pulled her over his lap, lifted her tiny skirt and exposed her pretty little arse to the camera. Her panties were practically non-existent as the g-string disappeared between her pert arse cheeks. As she watched the "babysitter" getting spanked on screen, Lilly felt herself getting even wetter than before and knew that this was something that she had to try out for herself.

The scene continued much like the one before - the couple fucked in several positions until the man came all over her face and tits again. As "Mr Smith" shot his load onto her pretty face, Lilly fucked herself to orgasm. Pretending that she had been caught by Mr S, picturing him spanking her, roughly taking her virginity, and then cumming on her while he called her all sorts of nasty names, Lilly shuddered to the best orgasm that she'd ever had.

She just wasn't sure how she would ever be able to put herself in that kind of position. Tom seemed to lack the dominance and confidence that Mr S had, but maybe she could get him to spank her. Surely she couldn't end up getting Mr S to actually do the things she was fantasising about? After all, he was happily married...

She hid all traces of her actions, put the DVD back in the locked box, tidied away, put the washing in the tumble dryer, and waited for the family to come back. Mrs S came in, thanked her for staying late, and told her that Mr S was in the car and would give her a lift home.

"OK, thanks!" Lilly beamed, "I'll see you next time."

As she got in the car, Mr S looked at her and asked "Did you manage to find something to entertain you tonight?"

Lilly blushed slightly. "Oh yes, I watched a film on TV."

"Oh?" Mr S asked, "anything good?"

"Just some romantic comedy. It was pretty cheesy in places, but I enjoyed it a lot" she replied honestly.

"You managed to get it working? You need a certain touch to get it right," Mr S continued.

Lilly grinned to herself. He was right. You really did need to have the right touch to get things spot on. "Yeah, I got it working in the end." She paused and then in a bit of a rush added "The instructions weren't in the top drawer though. I found them in the bottom drawer next to a box that said they were Dad's DVDs."

Mr S looked at her. "Oh? I'm sure that they were in the top drawer. But you got it to work in the end though?"

"Oh yes," Lilly said, looking back at him. "It kind of made me wonder what Dad's DVDs were though." She giggled slightly.

His gaze intensified. "Nothing for a sweet little girl like you to worry about," he told her as they pulled into her parents' house. "You have a good night now, Lilly".

She got out of the car, waiting by the front door, deliberately fumbling in her bag for the keys, hoping that his eyes were on her backside. She swayed slightly, thinking about her evening. She opened the door, waved goodbye, and headed to bed, her mind on the conversation as much as the video.

As she drifted off to sleep, her hand between her thighs, she vaguely thought that she hadn't said goodnight to Tom...