Another Big Mean Man

Regret flooded through Lilly. Mr S had made her cum harder and better than she had ever cum before. Tom would never do that. He couldn't and wouldn't treat her like she needed. But she felt guilty thinking about Mr S and how good it had felt when he took her. Could she possibly see through the promises she'd made him? He wouldn't really make her go through with what she'd promised in the throes of orgasm, would he??

She had just about convinced herself that she would be able to call the whole idea off when her phone rang. Looking down at the now familiar number, her hert rate quickened. "Hi Lilly, are you free to babysit tonight at all?" Mrs S asked her. Without taking half a beat to think, Lilly blurted out "Sure, I'm always free for you," feeling herself blush and her pussy drip.

"We'll be out until late, so you can have your boyfriend over if you want someone to help pass the time," Mrs S continued, "it must get boring and a little scary in a big house on your own!"

"I'll be there about six? Or do you want me earlier?" Lilly asked, knowing that she wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything else for the rest of the day.

"Six will be great. See you then!" the oblivious wife trilled as she hung up.

Lilly's fingers brushed against her knickers, finding herself wetter than she had realised. The image of Mr S dominating her in front of Tom flashed before her eyes. Without thinking about the consequences, she texted Tom and told him that she was babysitting again tonight but he should come over about 630 when the kids would be down and the house would be empty.

Lilly took a nice long shower, the warm watter hitting her bruised bottom sending little sparks through her as if her pussy was wired to every sensitive spot. After towelling off, she rubbed lotion into her bottom, thinking that Mr S was going to be hurting her again later that night. Picking a short, white sundress, no bra, and lacy light-blue thong, she dressed quickly, shouted a brief "goodbye" to her parents and headed over to the house.

Mrs S was getting into her car just as she pulled into the driveway. "Bang on time, Lilly!" she shouted, "Got to dash - my husband has already left. If you need anything at all, call. We'll be back late so if you need to stay and sleep on the sofa that'll be OK. See you later!"

"No problem," Lilly replied, "I douobt I'll need to stay though. Have a good time!"

It didn't take long to get the children fed, bathed, and into bed. Lilly had a quick look around the house, took a deep breath, and heard a car pulling up outside the house.

Kissing Tom deeply at the doorway, Lilly stroked him through his jeans, and breathlessly asked "Want to take me upstairs?"

"Wow - already?" a slightly flustered Tom replied, but he took her hand as she led him upstairs and into the master bedroom towards the king sized bed. Tom groped her immediately as she put her hands down his jeans, moaning a little as she felt his hardness. His touch was almost doing the trick - not in the skilful way that Mr S did, but it was OK for a boy she thought.

As guilt slowly washed through her mind, Lilly finally decided she needed Tom to know what she had been up to.

"Tom?" she whispered, "I need to tell you something"

Tom didn't pause from pushing her dress over her head. "What's that?" he asked as he bent his face towards her breasts.

"Ummmmm," she mumbled as his tongue flicked over her nipple as best the boy knew how.

"It's OK, baby. I know what you want to tell me," Tom smiled. "Let me do the work and let's see if I'm right."

He couldn't be further from what was going through her mind, but she let him undress her, fumbling at the thong as he peeled it down her legs, trying not to laugh as he got her underwear stuck on her ankle as he tried to remove it. She lay on her back, looking at the ceiling, as Tom kissed around her nipples which eventually hardened in the cool air.

Tom's hand was between her legs, playing with her clit. She felt OK, maybe even good, but nowhere near as good as Mr S ever made her feel. She stroked Tom's cock, that before Mr S she might have considered large. Now it paled into insignificance. Tom climbed on top of her, and she felt his cockhead at the opening to her wet little pussy. Lilly let out a small moan as he pushed in, feigning the impression that she was really enjoying sex with Tom. In reality, she barely felt anything compared with how Mr S had violated her body the night before.

Tom moaned in her ear as he fucked away at her, "You feel sooooo good, baby."

Just as he quickened his pace and seemed ready to cum, the sound of a car in the driveway stopped him.

Lilly pushed him away, leaving him on the brink. "They must have forgotten something!" she hissed t him. Grabbing his clothes, she pushed him towards the wardrobe, grabbing her dress and pulling it over her head.

As she pulled the hem down and kicked her thong under the bed, out of sight, she heard footsteps on the stairs. She turned to look at the doorway, kneeling on their marital bed, trying to look innocent in her white dress, but her pussy soaking wet in anticipation.

She looked at the doorway, staring, heart racing, breathing hard. Mr S was standing in the doorway.