Sara The Bad Babysitter

Sara The Bad Babysitter

Mr. and Mrs. Crudele were going to have a much needed night out. Since the arrival of their little bundle of joy four months ago they hadn’t had a night out together and in fact they rarely had a few hours sleep in a row. But tonight they had plans for a quick supper followed by an evening at their favorite club.

Mr. Crudele had obtained the name of a young woman from a subordinate at his company who said that she was very reliable and came highly recommended. He had called her and she was available the evening in question. He had arranged all the details with her including finding out her address so that a company car could be dispatched to transport her.

Mr. Crudele walked into the bedroom as his wife was putting the final touches on her lipstick at her vanity mirror. He bent down and kissed her cheek as his large hand lightly brushed against her full breast.

“You look lovely as always Mary” he boomed in his loud voice.

“Well thank you dear. I’m just about ready.”

“What a wife I have. Never late, always looks her best, already lost the baby weight. I don’t deserve you. Just heard from the driver dear. They should be here in five minutes.”

“Stop your flattery John” she said with a smile “it’s unnecessary you know.”

Five minutes later Mrs. Crudele walked down the grand staircase where her husband waited at the bottom. She had on a little black cocktail dress with stiletto heels and carried a light wrap and a silver clutch purse. He was wearing a pair of black slacks and a white shirt with the top two buttons unfastened. Though his clothing was expensive it did nothing to hide his bull like physique.

Just then the doorbell rang. Mrs. Crudele went and opened the door and ushered the dark haired young woman into the foyer. The girl was on the petite side and Mrs. Crudele, in her heels, towered over her. She extended her tanned, manicured hand to the young woman.

“You must be Sara, I’m Mrs. Crudele and this is my husband. So glad you could come tonight.”

“Yes I’m Sara Felinus. It’s my pleasure to watch your baby. It must be nice to get a break for a change.”

“You have no idea. Junior has been a handful and he always cries at night when one wishes to sleep. And his voice takes after his fathers.”

“Which means he’s a loudmouth like his old man” Mr. Crudele said loudly, appropriately enough.
“Hello I’m Mr. Crudele” he said extending his bear like hand.

Sara’s hand disappeared inside his, but he was very gentle though she felt the strength he possessed. Mrs. Crudele showed Sara the nursery and Junior sleeping like an angel. They tiptoed out so as not to wake him then went to the family room nearby.

“You can see and hear everything that happens in Junior’s room from this screen” Mrs. Crudele said, indicating a flat screen TV on the wall which she turned on with a remote. “You can also watch TV or a movie on the home entertainment center but please keep the volume low so you can hear the baby.”

“Of course Mrs. Crudele, I was just planning on doing some work on some of my college admission forms on my computer so I‘ll be listening for sure.”

“That’s fine dear, we do have wi-fi so you can access the internet. Now let me show you the kitchen. You may eat anything you want and if you need something just ring the bell and Juanita can make you something. She is our housekeeper/cook and could whip something up for you. This is her night off but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

“Oh no I don’t want to trouble anyone. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

Mrs. Crudele then showed Sara the bottles for the baby as well as where the bathroom was. Then she and her husband were ready to go.

“Hopefully we shouldn’t be too late tonight Sara” Mr. Crudele bellowed. She smiled at him as she replied.

“Don’t worry, take your time. Everything will be fine. Have a good time.”

“Such a sweet girl and very pretty as well” Sara heard Mrs. Crudele tell her husband as they departed.

An hour and a half later after an enjoyable meal Mr. Crudele was driving in the revitalized downtown section of the city near the river. Their member club was located around the corner when traffic became impossible. He managed to find parking for the Escalade on the street.

“Let me see what’s going on my dear. I’ll be right back.”

“No problem, that will give me a chance to check on Junior.”

Mr. Crudele climbed from the SUV and headed in the direction of the commotion. Less than fifteen minutes later he was back.

“Well my dear it seems we’ve had a setback” he told his wife as she looked up at him. “Right now the club is filled with firemen and the sprinkler system has activated. I heard from the doorman that the Johnsons were here with their robo device and it might have shorted out which triggered the alarms. Perhaps we can troll for someone along the riverfront or do you want us to try a bar?”

“I don’t believe that will be necessary. Like they say when one door closes, another door opens. I was checking on the baby, don’t worry he’s fine, and I also checked on the other home systems. It seems little Sara was using the internet and guess what kind of site?”

Her husband looked up at her with interest. She punched a few keys on the remote monitoring device they had installed on their dashboard, which could access all electronic and surveillance systems at their home. They could see in the SUV what site Sara was accessing right now. It was an internet sex story site called xnxx.com.

“She likes to read dirty stories it seems. And wait until you see the feed from the surveillance system.”

She hit a button and the screen changed to an image of the family room. Sitting on a leather couch, her laptop next to her, was the babysitter Sara. Her legs were spread wide and her denim skirt was pushed up to her waist with her small hand rubbing slowly between her legs.

“I think the answer is waiting for us at home. How would you like to fuck that tender, sweet thing?” she asked although they both knew the answer.

He started the ignition and pulled from the space. He drove as fast as was legal as he piloted the vehicle toward home. His wife reached out and rubbed his large and growing bulge.

“When I first checked on her she was just reading. Now she’s playing with her little pussy. And we’ll be there in a little while to play with her” Mrs. Crudele said.

As she watched Sara she began to rub between her own legs as well. In a few minutes they reached their property and Mr. Crudele hit the remote and the gates swung open. He drove in and they parked in front. He turned and looked at the monitor and saw that Sara now had her panties to the side and her fingers were rubbing against her bare pussy.

“Let’s go” he told his wife “and be quiet. We don’t wish to startle her.”

He unlocked the front door and it swung open silently on well oiled hinges. Mrs. Crudele slipped her heels off and placed them on the foyer floor. They padded across the plush carpet heading toward the family room. He opened the door a crack so they could see in. Sara was sprawled back now with her eyes closed and her chest rising and falling from her labored breathing. Her hand was a blur between her legs.

Mr. Crudele was rubbing his bulge up against his wife’s round, firm ass as his hand was mashing one of her surgically enhanced breasts. Her hand managed to reach back and lower his fly, then work its way onto his shaft while her other hand continued to stimulate herself. They heard Sara was now moaning softly as she neared her climax. Taking his wife’s hand he led her into the room while putting a finger to his lips signaling for her to be quiet.

They approached Sara from the side. Mrs. Crudele stopped a few feet from the couch while he crouched low and came almost up to Sara. He was so close that he could see her little, erect button and the moisture on her pink pussy lips. As her hand moved she also was rocking her hips slightly in conjunction when with a final gasp Sara’s body stiffened and she bit her bottom lip as she came. Mr. Crudele reached out and seized her wrist in his iron grip and her eyes flew open in shock.



When the Crudele’s had left Sara had spent the first forty five minutes doing work on her college prep. Then her cellphone went off and it was Brandon, her boyfriend. They talked for a little while though he was argumentative over the fact she wouldn’t be able to see him.

“Brandon what can I do, I have to earn as much money as I can for college. My Mom can’t afford to pay for it for me.”

“Sara you said that just because my parents are paying for mine.”

“It just is Brandon.