Babysitter with Benefits: Part 4
BABYSITTER WITH BENEFITS: PART 4.
TOYS AND REVIEWS.
By Norweger [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Norweger/works/stories].
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Dinner was finished and we tidied up the kitchen while Thomas
watched a TV cartoon.
"So," Ella said playfully after having glanced towards
the living room to ensure Thomas was indeed firmly parked in front of
the television. "What's been on your mind this afternoon?"
.
I stifled a laugh. She knew perfectly well what had been on; what
was on; my mind. The little Tease.
"As I said, I am not sure I'd like to go all in and, well,
have you in my ass, to put it bluntly; but it;" She paused,
staring at something far off for a moment, seemingly lost in thought,
before continuing. "I never really gave it much thought until a
couple of weeks ago, I believe I saw an article in an online
newspaper. You know, 'My boyfriend wants anal, what do I do?' or
something like that.”
I continued cleaning up while she talking; “Anyway, that got
my mind onto that track, and; Well, it has been impossible to let go
of it, like? I'm just too curious as to what it feels like, now. I'd
like to; make that have to try it, I think, before I can put the
thought to rest. However, I'm a little concerned I'll find having you
in me a bit, uh, too much, at least for starters; and I'd hate
screaming at you to stop, so; Well, maybe some toys? Some anal beads,
a slim vibrator, that kind of thing? We could buy a few and see where
it takes us, what do you think?"
What I thought? I was ready to whip out my credit card and ask her
to go on a shopping spree. But my response was less hysterical;
"Well, I'd be lying if I claimed to not have given the subject
of your no doubt incredibly snug ass clenching around my cock some
thought, especially this afternoon;"
She giggled, no doubt imagining; correctly, as it were; that I had
hardly been able to think of anything but her ass since this morning.
"As for toys, though, it so happens I already have a few which
could do the trick, me thinks, if you're Okay with testing out some,
uh, pretested ones. Oh, I've cleaned them thoroughly with adult toy
cleaner, no worries; but I have a couple of ass plugs and a string of
anal beads in the bottom drawer of my nightstand."
Ella gave me a quizzical look. "Really? I'll be checking them
out in a minute, but, pray, tell me; what's it like? Can't be all
bad, seeing as you still have the toys, I guess?"
I laughed. "Definitely not all bad, quite the contrary;
anything in there tends to feel massive, and with every small move
one makes, one can feel it inside; Well, go have a look, I can deal
with the dishes;"
Ella wasted no time heading for the bedroom. I stole a glance at
her pert, little ass, for the time being wrapped up in the tightest
of jeans one could imagine. I sighed and shook my head in disbelief,
even the fact that she enjoyed having sex with me was almost surreal;
but this, maybe even offering me her ass; I swallowed. Hard.
I then vigorously attacked the pans with the dish brush in a
futile attempt at distracting myself. That didn't work too well. Now
Ella was probably sitting on my bed, examining my toy chest,
wondering what the various silicone playthings felt like up her rear;
I shook my head again, sipped a little wine and put the pans on the
counter to dry, before starting to lay the table.
Halfway through, Ella returned, that oh-so-familiar smirk painted
all over her face. "So, Mr. Adventurous", she giggled,
reaching for her glass. "Have you REALLY used that biggest one?
Or is it just something you keep around for bragging rights; or, for
that matter, to suggest to innocent young women that your cock surely
isn't going to be THAT large in their asses, seeing as you can take
such a beast?"
I laughed. "Well, a man's got to do what a man's got to do,
and until lately, those play thingies were my only sex partners, you
know; Oh, and the biggest one? Bought on a whim to see if I could
take it. I can, but not comfortably so; needs a lot of warming up
with smaller toys first, and lube like my life depended on it!"
"So," Ella suggested. "Seeing as you're no stranger
to ass play, it seems; What do you say you pick one, use it on
yourself, then fuck me, huh? Would that be something worth pondering?
I got dibs on that cute, little purple one; looked kind of like a
suitable beginner toy, that, barely bigger than my pinky;"
I swallowed. Again. "Sure can do. Oh, and you're right about
that purple one, first one I bought, nice tickle when you turn on the
built in-vibrator."
Ella groaned, clutching her glass. "Oh, that sounds hot. Way
hot. I want you to fuck me while that thingy does its thing in my
ass."
That being settled, she turned her attention to finish setting the
table, leaving me a little flustered; and, I might add, painfully
erect; for a few seconds before being able to let go of the thought
of what was likely to happen once we'd had dinner and Thomas had
fallen asleep.
Taking the lasagna out of the oven, I suggested we leave it to set
for a few minutes before eating; just enough time to toss a simple
salad. Chopping and slicing whatever green-ish stuff I could find in
the fridge; some romaine and rucola, a little bell pepper, some
kalamata olives, an onion; then topping it with a dash of a honey
vinaigrette, it was just about time to call Thomas to the table.
"Will you go fetch him, please?" I chuckled to Ella.
"He's a lot more likely to come for dinner if you ask him to do
so, he's currently testing wills with me just about every time I ask
him to do anything;"
Leaving her wine glass on the kitchen table, she gaily strolled
into the living room, suggesting to Thomas that dinner was ready and
that the oh-so-exciting cartoon he was watching would be there after
dinner, too; perhaps they could watch a little of it together while
his dad did the cleanup after dinner, so that Thomas could tell her a
little about what she'd missed, not watching the show from the start?
Seconds later, one happy kid came running into the kitchen,
telling me that Ella and he was going to watch TV while I did the
dishes after dinner. "Ella decided!" he snickered, very
pleased with himself.
"Oh, that sounds like a great plan," I smiled. "I
can clean up, then perhaps Ella would tuck you in and read you a
story before you fall asleep? But, first; dinner. Would you like some
salad?"
Thomas pondered it for a second, glancing at the bowl. "I
don't like olives, but the rest looks good;"
Ella promptly suggested she LOVED olives, and would only be too
happy to eat whatever olives he passed her way. "They're so
salty and; Well, the taste remind me of something;" she glanced
over at me and winked, while Thomas, oblivious to her teasing me;
thank God; started digging into the salad bowl while I put a little
lasagna on his plate, taking care to ensure he got a good helping of
melted cheese.
Somewhat to my surprise, I found that once the meal got started,
any thought of bedding Ella took a back seat to the simple joy of a
good meal in good company; reliving the highlights of our morning
spent basking in the snow, Thomas giving Ella a brief recap of the
exciting bits of the book I'd been reading to him after we'd returned
back home; well, while I felt our mealtimes were among the day's high
points even when it was only the two of us, sharing the meal with a
friend; as she most undoubtedly was, to both of us; well, it took it
to another level. I caught myself wondering how many days we'd have
to wait before inviting her over for dinner again.
For a little while, it felt almost like a family dinner. Ella
caught me staring at her, smiling back and forming a silent 'Soon!'
with her lips. I shook my head softly. "I just; Well, it struck
me how much more conversation there is when there's three of us
around the table." I blushed a little, then nodded to Thomas.
"Don't you think so, too? That having auntie Ella over for
dinner is nice?"
Vigorous nodding. I sheepishly glanced over at her. "I just
realized that whenever you're around, Thomas and I both; Well, you
appear to bring out the best in the both of us, while also adding
lots to the mix." I blushed more, concerned that I maybe was
about to veer too close to the subject we'd decided was off limits;
emotion, affection; "Quite simply put, this home is a better
place whenever you're in it. Not just for the, ah, adult reasons."
I murmured the last part of it, hoping Thomas wouldn't pay sufficient
attention to ask what 'adult reasons' meant. He didn't.
Ella's turn to blush, but luckily, she took it the way I had
intended it; as a heartfelt observation and compliment rolled into
one; she was observant enough to have noticed the same thing herself,
probably.
Leaning over, she hugged Thomas, then smiled at me after having
worked herself out of his embrace. "Thanks, I do really feel
like I am somewhat part of the family by now." She giggled. "I
probably get to put Thomas to bed more often than many parents do
with their own kids!"
Which was all the cue he needed to suggest he was done eating and
would love to be read a goodnight story, he'd even forgotten about
the plan to watch more TV. It took all the forces of persuasion we
possessed between us to have him calm down for long enough for us to
finish our meals; but just as Ella scooped up the last few bits of
lasagna from her plate, he took her by the arm and led her from the
table. "Let's go to my room, auntie!".
I laughed and waved them off, suggesting they enjoy his last
waking minutes while I did the dishes.
Damn, was I hard.
I put on a great album; Getz/Gilberto's eponymous LP, I never
tired of the laid back bossanova rhythms, and now that I had learned
enough Portuguese to keep more or less up with the lyrics, the
long-standing favorite of mine had risen to new highs. It was one of
a handful of albums I loved; and it was the perfect album to keep me
company whiling away the time doing dishes and preparing dessert
before my lover of a few months returned to the kitchen.
Seldom, if ever, had I felt as upbeat while doing the dishes; the
sensual tones coming from the stereo, the muffled voices of Thomas
and Ella as they went through the evening ritual of brushing teeth,
donning pajamas and reading a fairy tale or two, the expectation I
brimmed with, knowing that soon, very soon Ella and I would be naked
and enjoying each other, the well-being one always feels after a good
dinner; Life was good. Even as I stood there with my hands in the
soapy, grimy water.
Much sooner than I'd expected, Ella returned, giggling. "I
guess I should feel bad, but I told him the sooner he fell asleep,
the sooner it would be tomorrow, and the sooner we'd be able to play
some more. He clenched his eyes shut to prove how fast he could fall
asleep, and, tired as he was, promptly dozed off."
"And you ought to feel bad about this because;" I asked,
having a fair idea what kind of answer I'd get for my trouble.
"Because I wanted him to fall asleep only so I could have
your cock in me as soon as possible, of course."
I laughed, nodding towards the kitchen counter, where two almost
finished créme brûlées sat in their cups. "Just
pour a little sugar and some brandy on top of those, if you're
impatient, light them up using the torch on the shelf by the espresso
machine; I'll be done with the baking dish just in time to prepare us
a couple of cups as the lid on the créme brûlées
is done, methinks."
Ella strolled over to me, gave me a quick hug from behind and a
peck in the neck before reaching around to grip my throbbing erection
through the fabric of my pants. Giggling, she let go of me and turned
to the counter and the dessert. "I was just getting concerned
you had forgotten all about our plans for the evening, but it seems
you are able to keep two thoughts in mind at the same time;"
I stole a glance over at her as she stood there in profile, her
pert ass and round tits stretching the fabric of her outfit, making
her clothes look almost as if they were painted on. Soon, I'd help
her out of them, and then; I returned my attention to the last
fifteen seconds of dish washing before washing my hands and turning
on the coffee grinder, playfully stroking my hand over her ass cheek
as I walked past. "No worries, ah, lover," I said softly.
"We'll enjoy these, then we'll enjoy each other. No worries!"
The blue-ish flames died down just as I tamped the coffee into the
filter. Seconds later, the coffee poured into the pair of espresso
cups I'd placed on the drip tray. I again glanced over at Ella,
catching her staring at me, lust evident. I felt my chest swelling
with pride that she'd picked me of all men out there to be her lover.
Handing her a cup, I suggested we have dessert right away. She
giggled, then mused whether I was in half as much of a rush as she
was.
I nodded. Winking at me, she pulled her sweater over her head,
revealing she had dropped the bra tonight, letting her firm, round
tits swing free as she casually tossed the black sweater over the
back of a chair. "Just to make sure your thoughts don't drift",
she smirked, then sipped her espresso while reaching for one of the
créme brûlées.
I wondered if I looked as slack-jawed as I felt, eventually
regaining my composure sufficiently to sip my own espresso and have a
taste of the glorified caramel pudding I'd prepared, not taking my
eyes of Ella for even an instant. "So," I croaked, clearing
my throat before continuing. "You're not having any second
thoughts? Ready to, uh, say hello to my little friend?"
Another sip of espresso. "Hell, yes! To tell you the truth, I
believe you'll find my seat"; she nodded towards the dinner
table; "being soaked. I was, and am, so horny I, I;"
She shook her head as if in disbelief, then reached for my hand.
"Come!" she implored. "Fuck dessert. Let's do it!"
Laughingly; and, truth be told, somewhat relieved that she
apparently felt just as strongly as I felt that we were about to do
something real, real good; I followed her to the bedroom, where she
wasted no time undoing her pants and wiggling herself out of them.
Seconds later, she was naked and restless, shifting her weight from
one leg to the other while I was still kept busy undoing my shirt
buttons.
"Don't be such a tease," she laughed as she started
undoing my belt. "I'd never imagined DINNER as foreplay, but
sitting there, looking at you, knowing what was coming;"
Once she'd undone the buckle, it was a simple matter of tearing
the buttons open and shoving my jeans down until I could step out of
them; my boxers suffered the same fate; being in a heap around my
ankles, that is; and seconds later, after having gotten rid of my
socks, I was as naked as she was.
Falling to my knees, I firmly gripped her around the waist and
pulled her to me, her hands ruffling my hair. My cheek rested against
her mound. I turned my face, catching the first whiff of the scent of
horny Ella; greedily, I bored my tongue into it, separating her
labia. Bingo. She was soaked, and she whimpered as I began eating her
out, standing there on my bedroom floor. I couldn't wait. She
couldn't wait.
Cupping her ass in my hands, I pushed her pussie towards my face,
savoring the taste and the immediate reaction from her; I could feel
her twitch and respond to every move my tongue made.
Groaning, she ruffled my hair, begging me not to stop; not that I
had any intent of doing so! Probing her, teasing her, occasionally
attacking her clit head on before soon pulling back, I had her
squirming and moaning and begging me to keep it up; as far as I was
concerned, a most enviable position to be in!
A few minutes into this, she cleared her throat then softly
suggested it was time to get on the bed; as she felt on the brink of
cumming and didn't know if she'd be able to stay on her feet when
orgasm took her.
Pulling away from her, I got to my feet and took her hand. "So,
let's get you on the bed, then see where it takes us, huh?"
Ella giggled. "I know PERFECTLY well where that's likely to
take us, lover!". She did have a point.
Throwing herself down on the bed, Ella was on her back and
beckoned me to her, eagerly. I didn't need much persuading before I
joined her.
"Will you do the honors?" Ella winked at me, then turned
around so her ass was right in front of my face. I leaned forward,
tenderly kissing first one cheek, then the other, before letting my
tongue quickly dart across her puckered hole. She whimpered. "Oh
my god, was that your tongue! It tickled!"
I reached for the lube and the purple plug on the nightstand,
pouring a little in the palm of my hand before dipping the tiny plug
in it, distributing the lube evenly all over it. I then dipped a
finger in the remaining lube and gently applied it on her anus. She
squirmed a little and stifled a moan. "This, by the way, feels
somewhat awkward", she murmured. "Almost clinical, like. As
if you're a doctor preparing me for an examination or something."
I applied a little more lube, being a firm believer in the anal
sex tenet 'Too much lube is almost enough!'.
"Bend over, if you please, my patient," I laughed.
Ella was about to get down on the bed, then remembered. "Wait!"
She exclaimed. "I thought we'd agreed you do one on yourself
first?"
I shrugged. Sure, I didn't mind at all. Reaching into the bottom
drawer, I found a favorite, a prostate massager which had made me see
stars every time I'd used it. Wasting no time lubing it up; much as I
enjoyed having it in me, I kind of had my eyes set on a bigger prize
tonight; and, awkwardly squatting a little, pushing it home while
Ella studied me intently. I groaned a little as it slipped home, then
turned to show her it was in me to the base. Giggles. "Wow, that
didn't seem hard at all!", she laughed.
"Okay," she continued. "You've been a good sport,
now it's my turn!" Turning over on all fours, steadying herself
by putting her hands against the headboard, she wiggled her ass at
me. Having thoroughly lubed up a finger, I gently pressed against her
virgin hole and waited, knowing she'd ease up after a few seconds.
She did, and promptly yelped as my finger slipped a couple of
centimeters inside.
"Oh!" she exclaimed. I pulled back, squirted some more
lube on my finger, then pushed it back in. "Oh! Oh!" she
groaned. "Fuck me, that's the first time ever anything has
ENTERED that way;"
I giggled. "Really? Have you never;" She shook her head,
her reddish hair brushing back and forth over her back.
"Never, I've been quite occupied simply enjoying my pussy,
thank you very much!" she smirked. "Not that your finger
feels at all unpleasant, mind!"
Encouraged, I probed deeper in her, reaching past the second
knuckle before starting to wiggle my finger a little about. I was
rewarded with a groan.
"Oh my! Keep at it, please, don't stop!" Ella let her
right hand sink from the headboard and soon it cupped her pussie,
another moan as she no doubt let a finger rub along her slit, feeling
how wet she was. "Let's just do this for a while, huh?" She
said, eagerly fingering herself with my pointer finger buried in her
ass. "Just play a little with me, then get that plug in me and
we'll fuck, Okay?"
Gently probing her ass, I felt dizzy with excitement. Surely, if
she found it so pleasurable to have a finger in her, a small plug;
surely she'd want to graduate to my cock, eventually? I hoped so, but
was bright enough to decide against pushing for it. If she wanted to,
she'd let me know.
Fingering herself, Ella giggled. "I hope you don't mind me
getting all the pleasure at the moment, huh?" She said, breaking
into a laugh. "It'll be your turn soon enough, I promise; but
this, it just felt so new, so good;"
"Oh, I'm good", I murmured. "The pleasure of giving
you pleasure aside, don't forget I already have a toy in me;"
I rewarded her enthusiasm by pulling out of her, then lubing up
