Confessions of a Wicked Babysitter, Part 2

by Paperback Writer

This is a work of complete fiction, fantasy, and imagination. Reader feedback is welcome, as always.

As the water continues to fill the tub, I review my progress so far. I have done this enough times that I've developed a process.

After I build credibility with you, I then get your child comfortable with me so they trust me as a caretaker and guardian and let down their defenses. Once this happens, I get them to play little physical games that incorporate partial nudity and make them comfortable with being touched and partially clothed. This blurs and expands the boundaries defining acceptable touching for them.

The next step is to introduce motivations for your child to come to me for physical comfort (fear of the dark, spiders, scary movie scenes, ghosts in the closet, etc.); I then use that physical comforting to keep expanding the boundaries of normal contact to include minor (pun intended) sexual intimacy. (I do not leave evidence such as a violated hymen which, should you begin to have suspicions, would clearly incriminate me.) And after I leave, since the child's definition of normal contact has now been greatly expanded, I can anticipate additional escapades if you should ask me to return!

Once I've done the evil deed, so to speak, I cover my tracks as much as possible. However, as a kind of insurance before I leave, I also go through your personal effects looking for things I can use against you in case you ever raise suspicions to me – like the home made DVD I found of a wife having sex with her lesbian lover, talking while they fucked about how unsatisfying her husband was in bed. (As a bit if advice, let me give you a hint: If you want to hide something naughty, your underwear drawer is the first place I look, darling. Seriously.)

The main rule I follow when executing these plans: Take things slowly, always staying in emotional control of the situation. I know that losing control will mean making mistakes. That has never happened before, and things have always worked out fine. This is how I've been able to make 7 little nymphs so far my conquests in your child's exclusive private all-girl school in Pacific Heights: 2 in the pre-K class, 3 in the kindergarten class, 1 in the 1st grade and 1 in the 2nd grade. (The power of parental babysitter referrals is an awesome thing.)

Tonight, however,for the first time in my predatory babysitter career Clara has made me lose control. While I have thoroughly enjoyed the carnal delights of my other victims, at the same time your beautiful child has stoked my sexual passions she has also reached into my heart and somehow done what no other child has been able to do – I have started love her. I must not let this happen – I must regain control.

When the bubble bath is drawn, I move her off my lap and stand her in front of me. "Let's get you undressed for your bath," I tell her, and begin to reach for the buttons on her blouse.

As I am about to begin, she asks "Susan, can we do another love kiss?" Like the Siren's song to brave Ulysses, I am helpless to resist. Still seated, I wrap my arms around her and draw her in.

"Of course, sweetie," I answer, and press my lips on hers and hold them there, this time for 15 seconds or so. No tongue yet, as much as I want to. I must be in control, take this slowly so as not to alarm her.

"That was nice," she says as I reluctantly break away.

"Just like in the movies," I tell her. "Does it make you feel like I love you?" She nods enthusiastically. "Oh, I'm so glad. Now I want to do another kind of kissing, Clara. It's called button kissing, and it's a special kind of love kissing for when you undress someone. Watch me." I begin to undo the buttons on her little white blouse, and as I undo each button I place a kiss on her chest at the spot where the button held the blouse together. She giggles, and after the first three buttons I ask her "So do you like this, sweety?" Again she nods, and I continue.

After the next button her little belly button is exposed. Unable to stop myself, I kiss it and then with my tongue caress the soft little depression, tickling her. She giggles and tries to pull away. I quickly reach around and pull her back to me. "I'm sorry honey, I tickled you by accident. How would you like another love kiss to make up for it?" Taking the initiative, she moves her mouth against mine with no further prompting, and I do not pull away. I let it last for as long as she wishes, which is for about 30 seconds this time.

After the kiss, I finish undoing the buttons and I take her blouse off. Her shoulders are warm and soft; her soft sweet scent is intoxicating; her little nipples are pink, erect, and tempting. It's still too soon, though, to go after those luscious treasures. Her uniform skirt has an elastic waistband, so I slip it off easily, running my hands up and down her legs as I do so, subtly caressing her velvety little butt cheeks. I reach to lift her into the waiting bubbly tub.

She gently pushes my arms away. "Wait, Susan, wait!" she says. I want to do button kisses on you, too! Then we can have a bath together!" I am delighted by the enthusiasm she displays.

My emotions are now on a slippery slope – my rational mind, seeking to maintain discipline, shouts a warning – my pussy, being seduced, ignores it. "I'm not sure if we can do that, Clara. Will there be room for us both, sweetie?" I hear myself ask innocently. The tub is a two-adult capacity with jets, plenty of room for us both, of course, but her 5-year-old sense of space and volume does not grasp this. She proceeds to reach for the buttons on my dress.

"You're just being silly, Susan. If there's not enough room, I can sit in your lap!" She states this as an exceedingly obvious solution, one I should have easily seen. Upon reflection, I realize she's right! Duhh!

She begins to undo my buttons. The first one opens easily enough, and she plants one on the soft spot at the base of my throat. It sends a chill down my back, my unfettered pussy beginning to develop a familiar longing already. The second button proves frustratingly difficult, and I have to help her. The tops of my breasts are exposed, but she does not kiss me there. "I messed up," she says whiningly. "Now I can't kiss you. No fair!" She sticks her lower lip out, the classic pouty pose.

"Actually Babydoll," I tell her soothingly, "because you couldn't do it without help, it costs TWO kisses!" Her face lights up, and she puts a tender kiss on the soft tops of left and the right breasts. I lean back my head and involuntarily, I quietly moan. It's not easy being patient.

The next button frees my tits entirely, but now the little minx has figured out it's more fun to struggle, and pretends to be having a hard time. I help her again. "Two kisses!" she says, grinning, and using her little hands to part them, plants a kiss on the inner side of each now-sweating breast, my nipples erect, the nerve endings aching for a mouth to suck and nibble on them. Not yet, my pretties...

The next button reveals my navel, but again with a struggle resulting in a two-kiss penalty. Clara is obviously not motivated to succeed. While I wear no jewelry, I do have a small navel ring where the parents can't see it. Clara squeaks with joy, kisses the sensitive area, then pushes the ring a bit with her tongue, and plants her second kiss on it. My pussy juice factory is going into overload. My panties would be soaked, were I was wearing any. I can feel small rivulets of moisture working their way down my inner thigh, hidden beneath my dress's skirt.

With the final button undone, Clara gives me a small kiss on my belly. Inside I am quivering with excitement, so horny I can barely stand it. Geez, what do you feed this kid? She's amazingly sexy. The well-rehearsed strategy of my well-laid seduction plans is going off the rails quickly. This hunter now suspects I have become the hunted.

"Clara, that felt so good I need another love kiss," I say, my breathing erratic from the passion now racing through my body. My brain can't believe that's my voice saying those words, trying in vain to control things. "But this time I'll show you something new. When you do the kiss, use your tongue to touch my lips." An eager pupil, she presses her lips to mine and I gently wrap her in my arms, our chests pressed against each other. She involuntarily shivers a little with excitement, and the pleasure receptors in my nipples send a blast of warmth that travels throughout my body. Every part of my anatomy is now in Red Alert.

My brain is now screaming "No, no, no, this is happening too fast! Stay focused, damn you! Stick with the plan!" "Fat chance" my raging emotions reply, "Tally HO!"

My skin begins to flush from heads to toe. Meanwhile I feel her little tongue tentatively touching my lips, moving back and forth just the tiniest bit, uncertain of what to do. My fighting brain gets in a lucky shot - I break off the kiss before I completely lose myself and take this child to bed immediately.

"Did I do it good?" the little nymph asks as she reaches to pull off the rest of my dress. I hug her again, craving now to have that perfect flesh pressed to mine.

"Only the best ever!" I answer, not too far from the truth, actually. Of the other young waifs I have seduced, none have ever responded with as much raw sexual energy as my Clara. It hits me like a brick to the head that I am now thinking her as "my Clara." My, oh my, what have I gotten myself into?

On unsteady legs, I lift her and put her in the tub, then gingerly get in beside her, putting a leg on either side of her. She wastes no time in situating herself between them, her butt pressed against my crotch, back against my stomach and her sweet-smelling head pressed back between my breasts. Somewhere in my pussy, an orgasm is waking up, looking for a way out.

Refocusing, I pick up a washcloth. "Let's do a quick wash-up, then we'll watch a movie, OK?" Your daughter nods her pretty head and leans back into me, trusting and carefree. I soap up the cloth, then gently rub her arms and her shoulders, then all over her chest. Next, I go under the water to caress her upper thighs with the cloth, first one then the other. "Don't forget my hoo-hoo" she tells me, spreading her legs wide. "Mommy always washes my hoo-hoo!"

"Is that what you call that part?" I ask her. "On grown women it's their vagina. It's where babies come from."

"Mommy call it a hoo-hoo," she replies, "but if it's a va-China, that's where my friend Ying-Ying's parents come from!" Ah, yes, Ying-Ying. Clara's friend was an easy target – her parents were from mainland China and very strict with her, so she bowed to my authority immediately. Whenever I babysit now I can enjoy her beautiful young Asian flesh at will. Enjoyable, yes, but her immediate surrender meant the thrill of the hunt was taken from me.

"No, va-GINA", not "va-China, you silly girl!" I begin to gently rub the cloth on her there. "But it's your private place, so you can call it anything you wish." I kiss her shoulders as I clean her. She twists her body towards me, and gives me a kiss on the mouth, her little tongue being bolder now, tickling my lips. I then use my tongue to mimic her, gently running it along her little pink mouth. She giggles.

"Let's call it my TEDDY!" she exclaims. "It'll be our secret name – that way only you and I will know what we're talking about, and mommy won't – UH!" She gasps as I put pressure on her, er, teddy, rubbing in a circular motion, and let my long middle finger careers her pink anus.

"Are you OK, Clara honey? I'm just making sure you're really clean. Does this hurt?" I ask innocently. I stop moving my hand, but I don't remove it from her teddy.

"N-n-nooo, I'm OK, Susan", she gasps, "it just kind of tickles, but tickles good. Can you please clean me a little more?" As she asks, she pushes her mound against my hand. Kissing her head, I continue my washcloth ministrations gently, slowly rubbing her. She closes her eyes and leans her head into my breasts again, stiffening every so often as pleasure overtakes her. But I stop before she climaxes, leaving her longing for more. She's right where I want her.

"OK, all clean!" I abruptly tell her. "Out of the tub! Time for a movie!" I know her emotions are in turmoil at the moment, confused by the sexual pleasure her body is experiencing, making her extra vulnerable. She turns her face up to me.

"Susan," she says, "I - I - I think I need one more love kiss, OK?" Unable to resist, I slowly and teasingly lower my mouth to hers again. I am surprised when she quickly wraps her little arms around my neck, pulling me to her hungrily. Her little tongue wastes no time in lapping at my lips, and I open my mouth and touch my tongue to hers. She kisses me this way for at least a minute, and I feel my own resistance falling away. My mind is now screaming for me to maintain order! Every horny cell in my body aching, I stop the kiss and stand up, pulling her with me.

"Get us some towels, Clara. Let's get dried off and go watch that movie!" After she's dry, I help her put flannel pajamas on. She runs to the TV room while I wrap myself in your robe, which is hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Seeing your dirty laundry hamper, I reach in and pull out a pair of your dirty silk panties; they're a perfect fit. I am now wearing your clothes, seducing your daughter. I can't hold off any longer – closing the bathroom door and sitting on the toilet, I quickly rub myself to an orgasm through your panties, my juices soaking the material, mingling with yours.

As I catch my breath, my feeling of being in charge returns. It's time to continue on to the next step.