Babysitting

Babysitting

She didn't know why he was babysitting her, she was old enough now not to need a babysitter when her parents went away, besides he was almost the same age as she was!  She followed her mother around a little dejectly as she showed him the place, as well as the phone numbers to the various local take away places.  She knew this boy too, he was one of the bad boys at school always getting in trouble and known to be quite mean.  Finally her parents leave, giving her a hug as they leave and telling her to be good.

The boy waves to them and smiles as they head out the door, closing it behind them and looking at you.  His eyes pause and run slowly up and down your body, your small tits and your small waist making you blush a little, you are not as well developed as other kids your age.  Your school uniform still on, a short blue skirt and a loose blouse, hiding the fact you barely have any tits and don't bother to wear a bra.  He nods his head and smiles as he looks at you, as you shuffle your feet a little looking at the ground. "Well little girl, what shall we do tonight?" he asks.

You mumble something a little and shake your head.  He stands there and looks at you for a few seconds, evaluating what to do perhaps or just not sure what do to.  "How about I read you a nice story then little girl." he says.

You start a little at this and glance up at him.  "What?  I can read my own stories."

"Now now, little girl.  You must still be a little girl for your parents to have left you home with a baby sitter and I know that little girls like to be read books." he says.  "You don't want me to tell your parents you were a bad little girl do you?"

Feeling a little worried she drops her eyes and shakes her head.

"Show me your bedroom." he says to you, and starts to follow you as you lead him down the corridor towards your bedroom.  "I will choose a nice book for the little girl to read." he says as they enter the room and he looks around.  In one part of the room there are still some old holdovers from your younger days, a ratty looking teddy bear and one of your favourite books, about a princess who finds true love.  He picks up the book and smiles.  "Ahh yes.  This looks like the one we should read to the little girl." he says and moves over to sit on the bed.  "Now come and sit on my knee so we can start to read the book."

You don't quite understand what he is asking to start with, looking at him somewhat blankly.  "Sit on your knee?" she asks.

He frowns at her and nods his head.  "Yes little girl." he says.  "Little girls sit on a knee to read a book." he says and pats his knee.

You hesitate a little then give in, moving over and sitting down carefully on his knee, holding yourself bolt upright.  He reaches around you, sort of hugging you and rests the book in your lap.  "Now lets read the book." he says and smiles, opening up to the first page.  He starts to read you the book, slowly, reading each word carefully and pointing out various things on the first page, "Ooo look, a castle."

He turns over to next page and starts to read it, while reading the page he brings his hand up to rub his eye, accidently brushing it over your nipple on the way up over your body.  He acts as if nothing has happened so you do too, till he drops his hand again, again brushing your nipple with his hand but resting it in place for a second, rubbing your little nipple feeling it grow a little hard.  You pull your body forward a little hunching to try and hide your tits from his hand.  He continues to read the story, ignoring what you did.  He turns the next page and then his hand moves up and starts to rub your nipple and breast through your shirt.  You gasp softly, feeling your nipple immediately harden and your body reacting to his touch.  You mmm softly, enjoying the feeling, almost before snapping back to reality and moving your hands up to cover your tits, one hand protectively covering each one.  Behind you he smiles and continues to read the book, not saying anything and dropping his hand back down to your lap.

He turns the page to keep reading and you feel one of his hands moving up under the book and pressing up along the length of your leg, working up under your skirt.  You sit there and hold your tits, squeezing your legs together as his hands move up your body till his fingers are rubbing against the waist band of your panties.  You sit there, holdling your legs tightly together then suddenly you jump up and try to get away.  Somehow he managed to get his fingers in under the waist band of your panties and by the time you are up and they are coming off, it is too late.  Your hands jump down and cover up your pussy protectively through you skirt, although nothing can currently be seen.

"Come now little girl." he says as he looks over your panties and smiles, before pushing them down into his pocket.  "You haven't even finished reading the story yet." he says and pats his knee.  You look at him warily and he smiles at you.  "Come and be a good little girl." he says and pauses as he watches you.  "After all, you wouldn't want to be a bad little girl."

You look at him and shake your head, then slowly you move back over and sit down on his knee again, one hand holding down your skirt between your legs and one hand over your tits.  You smile at him nervously as he nods and starts to read the book again as if nothing happened.

He turns another page of the book and one his hands moves back along your legs, your hands immediately move down to protect your pussy and he uses the moment to move his other hand up to grab your tit, holding his hand tightly over the top of the small little thing through your top.  You gasp and your hands both move up to try and pry your hand away from your tit, which he holds on tightly too.  You have to move your legs apart to steady yourself as your hands move up and his other hand suddenly moves up under your skirt and your feel his fingers pressing up against your hairless little cunt, you gasp and try to fight him, but he holds onto you tightly, his fingers rubbing up against your cunt and holding tightly onto your tit as you struggle, finally you slow down to take a bit of a rest and he starts to tease your body, rubbing your nipples lightly with his fingers and rubbing up against your soft cunt lips, teasing them as you feel it growing more and more wet.

You gasp as the unfamilar feelings run over your body, tingling and feeling so good as he keeps teasing you and playing with your body, his fingers find your clit and he starts to rub it as you gasp, closing your eyes and giving into the feelings as he plays with your poor little body.  He moves his hand up and slowly undoes your top as he works on your cunt, sliding his hand in under your shirt to catch your naked tits, squeezing and playing with the little nub as he works on your body, getting you more and more turned on.  You start to buck your hips upwards against his hand, spreading them further apart as he plays with you.  Finally you feel yourself getting close to the edge and you cum, a small scream and groan as you buck your hips upwards against his fingers and orgasm for him.  He laughs softly, flipping up the front of your skirt so he can see your naked cunt as you lie splayed open on his lap, recovering from your intense orgasm.

You lie there, breathing hard, glowing in the post orgasm haze till suddenly you realize what you are doing and jump up, pulling your blouse closed and pulling down your skirt.  You stand there in the middle of the room and shiver a little as you feel the moisture between your legs.  He stands up and picks up the book.  "There, now that was a nice story wasn't it little girl." he says and puts the book away up on the shelf.  "Looks to me like you quite enjoyed it." he says and laughs, turning back to look at you as you blush again and look at the ground.  "Now now little girl.  Time to get you dressed for dinner." he says and mmms as he looks at you.

"I don't think I need to get dressed." you say, quietly, still looking at the floor and blushing.

He shakes his head and goes over to your draws, starting to go through your clothes, looking over all your panties as well as you shirt and skirts as he goes through your chest of draws.  For some reason you seem frozen, just standing there and staring at the ground as he rifles through your clothes.  Finally he pulls out a sports skirt you use to wear a couple of years ago that you never got to throw out, it is way to short, and a tshirt you also used to wear back then, that will be way to tight.  He holds them both up and looks at them.  "They look good." he says and mmms, looking at you.  "Do you need some help getting changed little girl?  Or can you do it yourself?"

You look at the clothes and protest.  "I can't wear those!" you say.  He frowns and tosses the clothes onto your bed.  "So you do want me to help change you?" he asks and starts to move towards you as you back away, holding onto your clothes.  He reaches out and grabs the front of your blouse and pulls hard, you hear it tearing as he starts to rip it off your body.  You scream a little and fight back till he has your top right off.  At this point you realise that if you don't put on the clothes you will probably end up wearing nothing.  "Ok ok!" you say, holding your hands over your now naked tits as he pulls your skirt off your body leaving your naked, too busy trying to cover your tits to remember your skirt could come off too.  One hands moves back down over your cunt as you try to hide your naked body from his view.  He grabs both of your hands and pulls they away from your body, leaving your squirming and naked in front of him as he looks over your body.

"Think you can get dressed now little girl?" he asks as he admires your naked body.  

You squirm in front of him and whine "Yes." as he looks you over.  He smiles and lets go of your hands, which fly back to cover up your body, turning your back to him as you work into the skirt and top.  The top is so tight your tits and nipples are quite visible through the thin material and the skirt is only just long enough to cover up the bottom of your cunt, much movement and everything will be revealed.

He stands back and looks you over.  "Good little girl." he says and smiles.  "Glad I didn't need to punish you as well." he says and guides you out of the room and back down towards the kitchen.  "Lets get ready for dinner." he says.  "A couple of my mates are coming over." he says and smiles as you suddenly stop and turn, looking back at him with pleading eyes.

"Whats wrong little girl?" he asks and smiles.  "Do you think you would like to wear some panties?" he asks.

You look at him and then nod slowly, wondering where this is going.

"You have been such a bad little girl though, not sure you deserve them." he says and mmms.  "Although if you were a good girl, perhaps I would let you have them." he says and mmms.  "You would have to do everything I told you to do." he says and raises an eyebrow.  "Ready little girl?"

You look at him and open your mouth and close it a few times as you watch him pull out a camera.  "You are not going to show anyone are you?" she asks.

He smiles as he watches you.  "You have to do everything I say and be a good little girl, letting me take some photos." he says.  "Then you can have some panties." he says, not answering your question.

You look at him, then look at the ground and nod a little.  He smiles and pulls up the camera and snaps a shot of you.  "Smile now little girl." he says and you attempt a weak smile.  He frowns and moves the camera down.  "If you are not going to try little girl, I can just leave you as you are." he says.  You shiver a little then look back up at him, giving him a big fake smile.  He nods.  "Good little girl." he says and snaps a couple of photos.  He gets you to slowly turn around in front of him, snapping photos of you from various angles.  "Pinch you nipples." he says and you shudder then pinch at your nipples, gasping a little as he photographs you pinching at your hard little nubs.  "Good little girl." he says as he snaps photos.  "Now pull up your skirt." he says.

You pause and look at him, almost begging with your eyes.  "I said pull up you skirt, now." he says.  "Or shall I just leave you like this and put these photos of you pinching your nipples up on the tv for when my mates arrive." he says.  You groan and look down, pulling up the front of your skirt slowly to show off your naked cunt.  He snaps a few nice photos of you with your skirt pulled up.  "Good little girl." he says.  "Now pull up your top and show me your little tits." he says.  Continuing to take photos as you obey him.  Slowly you pull your skirt back up and he photographs you, almost completely naked, your clothes pulled up revealing your tits and cunt as you stand in front of him.  "Good little girl." he says.  "Now get down on the ground and spread your legs wide open." he says. Snapping photos as you do.  "Now play with your cunt." he says.

You look up him and shake your head.  "No no!  I can't." you say, your hands staying at your side firmly.  He starts to threaten you but you just moan and shake your head.  "I cannot touch myself there.  I just cannot do it." you say.  "I don't know how to do it." you say.

He stares at you and then finally shakes his head, getting down between your legs and starting to tease your cunt himself.  "Play with your nipples." he says as your hands move up and start to pinch your nipples.  "Harder." he says, watching as your fingers start to bite deeper into your flesh, groaning and whining as he plays with your body again, getting you more and more arroused.  He takes some one handed photos of you playing with your tits and his hand buried in your cunt.  He toys with you again, building you up more and more till finally your hips squeeze upwards and moisture bursts forth from your cunt as you cum.  You just know he took some photos of your pussy as you were cumming and now covered in your cunt juice.  He wipes his fingers off on the inside of your thigh and stands up, looking down at your naked body as you lie on the floor, gasping a little as you recover from your orgasm.

He pulls out your panties from his pocket and dangles them from a finger as he looks at you.  "Here are your panties, little girl panties." he says and smiles.  "Although you were a bad little girl in there." he says and pulls out a pair of scissors.  "So I need to make a couple of modifications to these as a punishment." he says and snips away at the panties cutting away the sides and leaving a one inch wide strip of material to cover up your cunt.  You whine and complain but when he tosses you the doctored panties you reluctantly put them on, they do just cover up your cunt lips although only just.  They also have a tendancy to try and pull up into your ass and cunt, not covering anything.

Just as you finish putting on the remains of your panties the door bell rings, you adjust them carefully making sure they cover up your cunt when he grabs your arm and gives you a tug.  "Open the door little girl." he says.  "Should be my mates." he says and smiles, giving your ass a light spank.  "Go and let them in." he says and follows along behind you as you walk up to the door.  You look at him, then open the front door, hiding yourself behind the actual door as you look around outside at his mates, behind you he lifts up the back of your skirt and starts to rub your naked ass as you try and look normal.

"Hi there." you say, trying to keep a straight face as your ass is fondled from behind.  

The two boys look at you and smile.  "Err, hi there." they say, their eyes taking in what they can see of your clothing.  "Is Simon there?" they ask, as you don't respond at all just looking at them.

"Yes." you say, as you feel his hand sliding over your inner thigh.  Not giving up any more information.  Finally he moves his hand off your ass, after giving it a hard squeeze.  He holds onto the door and pulls it wide open, not leaving you any room to hide.

"Hi guys." he says and motions them inside as they oggle your on display body.  He leads them into the living room and motions to the seats.  "How about getting us all a drink?" he says to you.  You look at him, then look away a little, obviously a little worried and intimidated by him.  

You give the boys a weak smile.  "What would you like to drink?" you ask and then give the options you have in the house, some orange juice or a soda.  They all ask for some soda, as does him, the one tormenting you.  You go out of the room and then you hear some laughter from the other room and as you get the drinks ready, wondering what they are talking about before you go back out to the room and give out the drinks.  "Come sit by me." he says and pats a spot right beside him on the single person chair he is sitting on.  You look at him and shake your head, a little worried about sitting so close to him again.  He holds up the camera.  "You know this is digital." he says.  "I wonder if we should do a little slide show?" he says.  You suddenly realise that he has those photos of you complete naked, and that he could send them or show them to anyone.  You waver for a second but then walk over and sit down beside him on the chair, squished up against him since he is taking up most of the seat.  His arm goes around you and casually starts to rub his fingers over your tits as you sit beside him.  You feel your nipples reacting to the humiliation as he toys with your tit through your top, in front of his friends.  They chat about random things and he starts to lightly rub your nipples, moving up to pinching them gently as you sit beside him. You don't want to say anything, bring any attention to what he is doing although your face is bright red an crimson as he uses you.  He pinches your nipples a little harder, then suddenly, you feel his hand slide in down under your shirt, touching your bare breast under the shirt.  you squirm and move, trying to keep his hand away from you, but your don't dare move, worried about what he would do next as he plays with your naked tit, pinching and squeezing your little nipples and your tiny little tits.  You are hardly aware of the conversation that is going on with the boys, your face and body flushed as he squeezes and plays with you.  Suddenly you hear your name and look up a little, seeing the boys staring at you as your baby sitter gropes your tiny little tits.  "She is such a little slut." he comments as he plays with your tits.  "Barely even wearing any panties." he says and smiles.  "Now why don't you stand up and show the boys your cute little panties." he says and gives your nipple a hard painful squeeze. "Or would you prefer I left a nice slide show on for your parents when they get home?" he asks. You look at him for a second and shake your head, mute, embarased.

"No please?" you say as you feel him pinch down even harder on your nipple.  "Perfer to do it without your top too little girl?" he asks and gives your nipple an even harder squeeze. You squirm a little with the pain and look at him, eyes pleading.  Slowly you stand up, his hand moving out from under your shirt as you stand.  You hesitate and look back at him and he frowns, pointing to the camera.  You pause for a second then give in, reaching down and pulling up your skirt to show off your sliced up pair of panties, barely covering up your hairless little slit as you stand in front of the boys, showing off your body.  You hear a click and know he has just take a photo of you showing your panties to two boys from your class.

"Go over and let them take a closer look slut." he says and gives your ass a light smack.

You walk over to the boys and stand there, silent, holding your skirt up as they look at your naked and hairless little slit.  “What do you think boys?” he asks as they look at you.

“Wow.” says one of them.

“Can I touch her slit?” asks another.

“Sure.” you hear him say and you shudder, closing your eyes as you feel his friends hands sliding over and touching your tender little slit, the click behind you as more photos are taken of your humiliation.  You feel his hand moving in under the cloth of your panties and you jump a little, but don’t move.

“Take off your shirt slut.” he says as he watches you, enjoying his control over you.  You jump at the order and whine a little but your hands move up and hold onto the bottom of your top and pause, shaking hands bringing the shirt up slowly over your head to reveal your tiny little titties to the boys.  “Hard to tell the slut is even a girl isn’t it?” he saks.  “If she didn’t have a cunt, I wouldn’t know.” he says and laughs.