Servicing a Need

by Wayne Gibbous

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft, Consensual, Heterosexual, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Babysitter, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Lots of girls do babysitting to earn extra money. I added a few extra services for the dads that have increased my popularity and my income. Nothing better than making your customers happy.

It's a secret and I'm only telling you. But you have to promise you'll never tell anyone, ever.

Okay. Well, it all started when I was fourteen. Like lots of girls, and boys, too, I guess, I did babysitting to earn extra spending money. My first job was with the Parsons, she was a friend of my mom. They paid me four dollars an hour and my first job netted me twelve dollars.

I sat for them several more times and the third time, Mr. Parsons drove me home. On the way, we usually talked about how their two boys behaved but this time, the conversation was different.

"Just don't get married, Mandy, it doesn't work out. You never get what you want," he said angrily.

"Something didn't go right, huh, Mister Parsons?"

"I'll say, just a simple request. Not a big deal. No, she says, not tonight."

Without really thinking about it, I asked, "What did you ask?"

"Well, geez, um, Mandy, you're what, how old?"

"Fourteen, I'm in the eighth grade. Oh, was it sex? I know about that."

"Well, yeah, it was. All I wanted was a blowjob, you've heard of that, right?"

"Mister Parsons, kids today know about that in second and third grade."

"Geez, well, okay. So, that's it. I was just all ready, that's all. I'll live I guess," and we pulled into my driveway and I went in. That was it, but it did stay on my mind coming back to me at times.

Two weeks later, they had me babysit their two boys again. On the way home, I thought I'd ask him about it again.

"Are you still mad at your wife about the blowjob thing, Mister Parsons?"

"Oh, that, well, yeah, actually, I am. Used to get them all the time before the boys were born. Think I'll just go downtown one of these nights and get it done by a pro."

"You mean, pay for it, have some, um, prostitute do it?"

"Well, I have before, yeah, well, it wasn't very good, really. Thirty bucks and it really wasn't worth getting."

Thirty dollars? I thought. I'd given a boy blowjobs last year in the seventh grade. He was licking me, making me cum, we both did each other, then he moved away.

"Um, I'd do it for thirty dollars if you want."

"Really, Mandy? I mean, it would have to be a secret between just you and me."

"I know. I've done it before. I really kind of liked it."

He turned down a street and we went behind some industrial buildings and parked.

"Now, you know what you're doing, right, Mandy. You're sucking my penis until I cum in your mouth."

"Yes, Mister Parsons, I've done it before. Lots of times."

"And you can keep it a secret?"

I put my hand on his lap where the large bulge was and he reached down and unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled out his penis as he turned toward me.

I had turned facing him and now saw in the dim light that his penis was a lot larger than Ronnie's from seventh grade. Well, thirty bucks was thirty bucks and I leaned over and put my mouth around the top end and began sucking up and down.

"Oh, Mandy, that is really good, oh, yes. Run the tip of your tongue around the head of my cock as you suck, okay? Oh, yes, oh, wow, that's great."

He was petting my cheek as I sucked and was moaning softly now.

"Mandy, oh, baby, you suck me so good, it really feels great. I hope you know how to swallow cum, do you?"

I nodded and kept on sucking and pretty soon, his moaning became continuous as I felt his muscles stiffen and spurts of warm cum filled my mouth as I tried to keep up. There seemed to be so much more than when Ronnie cummed. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, Mr. Parson's dick was much bigger, too.

He reached and opened the glovebox and pulled out some tissues and handed them to me. I dabbed at my mouth, then bent back down and licked the little drop that had oozed up afterward.

"Oh, Mandy, I'm gonna give you forty just because you did such a good job. I think we'll be using you even more for sitting, and for this, too, if that's all right."

"Well, it's not good for you to be angry with Mrs. Parsons over something that I can do just as easily. And, it makes you happy, right?"

"Mandy, it makes me very happy, indeed. Very happy," and he patted my leg, tucked his happy dick back in his pants, I tucked the four ten dollar bills in my pocket and we continued home.

As he let me out, he reminded me, "Now, Mandy, remember, it's our secret." I assured him it was safe with me and went inside.

Well, fifty-six dollars, including the sitting money. Not bad. And I really didn't mind doing what I did, his dick was nice and I liked him. So, fifty-six bucks. Pretty good.

Then, two weeks later, I sat for them again and, on the way home, he again pulled into the industrial area and stopped the car.

"Do we still have our agreement, Mandy?"

Of course, I knew exactly what he meant so I simply reached over and pressed my hand on his bulging pants.

"I was hoping so," he said as he lowered his fly and wrestled out his cock.

"Can I see your breasts, Mandy, I'll pay you an extra twenty, fifty, in total. Well, make it sixty."

I started unbuttoning my blouse and slid it off then reached back and unhooked my bra and lay it on my blouse next to me.

"Oh, you are so pretty, Mandy. Your breasts are beautiful, just beautiful."

I let him look at me for a few minutes as I stroked his dick, then bent over and sucked him off. All told, eighty-two dollars. I liked this and Mr. Parsons sure did, too.

The next time, when we were parked behind the warehouses, he asked me, "Um, Mandy, would you mind if I recommended yours services, well, along with your babysitting services, to a few of my friends? All on the confidential, of course. I think you could be pretty popular."

So, a few days later, a Mrs. Demos called me to babysit their daughter, Tracy, while she and her husband went out to dinner. On the way home, Mr. Demos pulled off into a wooded area and stopped the car. I was sure of what was coming and was soon proved correct.

"Um, Mandy, nice job tonight. Uh, Steve Parsons has told me that you are an exceptional babysitter and like to make sure that the everyone is happy with your work, especially the father."

Without waiting, I reached over and put my hand on his bulging lap and said, "I'm sure I can make you happy, it's part of my service."

"Well, well, um, let's see, well, fifty dollars seems a good amount for making me happy. Is that all right with you?"

"Yes, that's fine," and he got out five tens which I put in my pocket as he unzipped his fly and untangled himself out of his pants.

I leaned over and took his cock in my hand and began to lick all around the top. I had watched some videos on the internet, why not, right, job training, and had picked up a few hints.

Then I popped the end in my mouth and began sucking as I moved my hand up and down the shaft.

"Oh, Mandy, that's really good, you do it really good," he groaned as my mouth slid up and down over his cock, his hand resting on top of my head, not pushing, just laying there.

"Oh, you're gonna get me, it's real close, I' gonna ... UUGH, UUGH, UUGH, unh, unh, oh, yeah, that feels so good, oh, Mandy, you are so good. So good."

I raised up as he handed me his handkerchief which I used to wipe my mouth. Then, I bent back over and lapped off the few drops which had seeped out.

"Mandy, you were great, hon, I think we'll be using you a lot more for our babysitting if that's okay."

"Sure, Mister Demos, any time, I'm glad I could make you happy."

"Oh, Mandy, you've made me very happy," he said as he zipped up and started the engine. So, with the babysitting fee, I made eighty-eight dollars. Not bad, not bad at all.

A few days later, my mom told me a Mister Charney called and when I called him back, he asked if I could sit his son on Thursday night. I told him it was a school night and could only sit until ten o'clock and he agreed.

So, on Thursday, he came to pick me up. As we pulled into his garage, he stopped the engine and said, "Um, Mandy, before you get out, uh, well, Steve Parsons told me about you and, well, I'm single, I don't have any kids. But he told me that you had other services, and, uh, well, I'd like to hire you for those. Can we go inside and talk about it?"

I agreed and we went in, sat opposite each other as he continued, "Well I really don't want you to do anything to me, um, what I'd like to do is for you to take your clothes off and sit on the floor while I, well, um, while I masturbate as I look at you. All you have to do is just sit there."

Well, that's different, I thought. Pretty easy, except I'd have to get naked, like all the way naked. I figured I look pretty good naked, I'm five-four, one-twelve, curly medium-length red hair, green eyes, and a nice pair of boobs, if I do say so myself, 34-B, almost C, with small, dark red nipples which were, at the moment, really hard and tingly.

"What would you pay for that, Mister Charney?" I asked in my best 'business' voice.

"Well, is a hundred okay?"

I stood up and started taking my clothes off and putting them on the chair. He quickly got the picture and pulled off his pants and boxers and stood there with his big penis standing out pointing at me.

"Sit here?" I asked and he nodded and sat in front of me as he squirted some hand lotion on his penis and began stroking it back and forth.

"Um, Mandy, would you open your legs some?"

I did, which made me feel really sexy. I had some curly red hair between my legs, it started growing when I was about eleven. I scooted up to a chair to lean against, then opened my legs wide giving him a good look at me.

His hand was going back and forth along his cock. I was getting more familiar with men's dicks as my clientele grew and I was becoming more relaxed around men in a sexual situation.

"Would you play with yourself? Play with your pussy, you know, finger yourself? I'll give you an extra fifty."

An extra fifty? Now, it's a hundred and fifty dollars for me to masturbate and make myself feel good? What a deal. I opened wider and began rubbing my wetness around, then slid a finger in and began finger-fucking myself.

Pretty soon, I was more concentrating on myself than in getting Mister Charney off, then he said, "Mandy if you make yourself cum for me, there's another fifty in it for you."

Two hundred dollars. And it was easy. Not only that, I got to masturbate myself until I cummed, something I did every night anyway. All he did was watch.

So I leaned back, closed my eyes and did my pussy the best way I knew how. It wasn't too long before I heard moans, opened my eyes and saw cum fountaining up out of Mister Charney's dick, just missing me.

He leaned back on the sofa and watched me as I fingered in and out with one hand and rubbed my clit with the other. Pretty soon, I could tell I was close. He was sitting forward now watching me, his cock still fairly hard, his hand rubbing it, then the feelings rocketed and I had my orgasm. I wanted to make sure he liked it so I didn't hold back.

"UUNH, UUNH, UUNH, UUNH, uh, uh, uh, oh, oh, oh, mmm, mmm, mmm," as I continued stroking in and out, then, finally, I pulled my fingers out and put them in my mouth and sucked my juices off as seductively as I could.

As he drove me home, I kept holding that two hundred dollars, ten twenty dollar bills, in my pocket. He's happy and I'm happy, I don't even have to masturbate when I get in bed tonight. How nice.

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