Steve Golden
Suck hot sitter

CHAPTER ONE

Stacy Burns stood in the doorway dressed in white knee socks, a white blouse, and a navy-blue skirt that barely covered her crotch. Her blonde hair was tied up in two bunches on each side of her head, and there wasn't a trace of make-up on her gorgeous freckled face. She smiled brightly, anxious to please her new employer.

"You must be Stacy, the babysitter," Sam Caldicott grinned, ushering her into his luxury townhouse. "You're right on time. I like that. We're going to get along very well, you and I."

He led her down a hallway and into a brightly lit living room. But it wasn't furnished like a living room at all, Stacy noticed. There was very little furniture in it, just a couch and a chair and a large covered bed. There was a set of floor-length windows that angled up into the ceiling like a skylight. And there were cameras and tripods everywhere.

"What a place," Stacy muttered, gazing at the view over the park. "Have you and your wife lived here long?"

"My wife and I are no longer living together," Caldicott admitted. "As a matter of fact, she left me over a year ago. I'm all alone here now."

"You are? Then what about the baby? Who am I supposed to babysit?" Stacy asked. She stared at him with her big blue eyes. She wrinkled her nose prettily.

For a moment, he didn't say anything. His gaze traveled from her lovely face to the promising swell of her tits against her crisp white blouse. Then he looked lower, at the ridiculously short blue skirt and all the slender brown thigh on display for him. She really had beautiful legs, he thought, trim and perfectly shaped. She was a great example of healthy teenage girlhood.

"Sit down and I'll explain exactly what I want you to do for me," he soothed. "If you don't want to do it fine. I'll pay you your babysitting fee and you can go home. Okay?"

Stacy looked at him suspiciously, but she sat down and prepared to listen. She tried to recall what she knew of Mr. Sam Caldicott, and she realized that she didn't really know anything at all. He had called up for the first time the previous afternoon, asking for a babysitter for four in the afternoon. It had never occurred to her that he was anything but a happily married family man.

"I think you're one of the most beautiful young girls I've ever seen," he said. "I've been watching you for weeks. And I want to take some photographs of you. It's that simple. Whatever your normal babysitting fee is, I'll pay you three times that."

Stacy blushed, then immediately grew suspicious. She quickly calculated what three times her normal fee would be. She'd had her eye on a new party dress for some time now, and one afternoon with Mr. Caldicott would mean she could nearly afford it. She tried to hide her excitement as she looked him directly in the eye.

"What kind of photographs?" she asked. "What would I have to do?"

"I'll show you. Stand in front of this wall. Just relax and look natural."

Before Stacy could protest, he had taken her by the hand and led her to a white wall that was bright with light from the windows. He placed her where he wanted her and then moved back to look into a camera he already had set up on a tripod. He began clicking before Stacy had any time to prepare herself.

"I wasn't ready!" she complained. But he ignored her and went right on clicking the camera.

"Just look natural like that. Perfect!" he encouraged. "You don't have to pose for me. Just be yourself."

Stacy did her best, but she really didn't feel very natural in front of him and his camera. He seemed pleased with the stuff he was getting, though, and he kept yelling encouragement at her. In a matter of minutes, she was having fun, and she found herself relaxing more and more. That was when he asked her to open up the buttons on her blouse.

"My buttons?" she asked, her suspicions returning for the first time in a while.

"Just the top few. So that I can get a shot or two of how well-formed your breasts are. A little cleavage never hurt anyone."

A small warning voice was calling in Stacy's head, but she ignored it and thought about the pretty outfit she was going to buy. Her fingers fumbled with the top two buttons of her blouse and she finally got them open. She blushed and looked at Caldicott shyly.

"Open up two or three more. Let me get a good look at the tops of your pretty titties," he coaxed. "Don't be shy. You're a beautiful young woman."

"But you'll be able to see my bra and everything!''

"That's okay. I know what I'm doing."

Reluctantly, Stacy opened up two more buttons on her blouse. And then a third. The garment was now open to her navel, and the cups of her white lace bra were visible. Her ripe young tits oozed over the harness in creamy bulging mounds. Caldicott's camera whirred and snapped.

"Beautiful tits," he muttered under his breath. "Gorgeous, stunning tits." He was working behind his camera like a real professional.

Stacy found herself turning from side to side without being told, so that her tits could be seen in profile swelling against her blouse. Her movements were a bit clumsy, but he didn't seem to mind. He kept voicing his encouragement and telling her she was wonderful and gorgeous. She began to relax again as he praised her. He reminded her of one of her favorite teachers. His interest in her really was very flattering.

"I want you to unbutton your blouse all the way now, Stacy," he went on. "Pull it out of your skirt and peel it back. I want to see how pretty your titties are in their lacy white bra."

Stacy opened her mouth to protest. She wanted to say that this had gone far enough. But he was so nice. And he really did seem interested only in how beautiful she was. There was no harm in going a little further, surely. He was keeping his distance. He wasn't going to jump on her or attack her or anything.

Her fingers undid the last couple of buttons on her blouse, and she did as he instructed, tugging the garment out of her skirt and peeling it back over her hips. Her enormous young tits strained out over the cups of her bra. They were golden-brown and lush, the firm young tits of a teenager just grown into a woman. Through the sheer material, the dark circles of her areolas and the stubs of her nipples were visible.

"Beautiful! Gorgeous!" he praised, still clicking his camera. "Just how big are those things, sweetheart?"

"Thirty-eight inches," Stacy said proudly.

"It's hard to believe you have tits so big. You're so slender everywhere else," he smiled.

He took time out from his photography to gaze at the tits straining and bulging over her flimsy bra. The harness looked like it would snap from the weight of them any second. Her rib cage tapered down to her tiny waist. Her belly was flat and golden-brown. He could see her navel just above the top of her dark-blue skirt.

"Why don't you unhook the bra and let me see your tits properly," he went on, trying to keep his voice steady. "Cover both tits with your hands and show them one at a time. Give me lots of teasing, little-girl looks."

Stacy didn't move. This was wrong. She shouldn't be doing this. The photographs were getting dirtier and dirtier. What if he showed them to someone else? What if they fell into the hands of her parents, or her teachers? She should stop right now and tell him she didn't want to go any further. She should leave and tell Mr. Sam Caldicott to find another model for his dirty pictures.

"Mr. Caldicott, I don't think I should be doing this," she muttered, feeling childish and silly. "This isn't right. It's dirty."

"Dirty? 'What's dirty about a pair of beautiful teenage tits? You ought to be proud of them! You should want to show them off!"

"I am proud of them and everything! But this doesn't seem right. I feel dirty!"

"Don't be silly. Do as I tell you, and stop acting like a little girl," he said. His voice was stern now. He sounded exactly like one of Stacy's strict teachers. And without further consideration, she reached back and unhooked her bra. She quickly cradled both tits in her arms, so that the bra was held against them and they remained covered. She blushed prettily and stared at him.

"You won't show these pictures to anyone, will you?''

"Are you kidding? These are for my own private collection. Let one of the tits peek over your arm now."

He was still all business behind the camera, and Stacy reluctantly let one hand fall down, so that her pink areola and one sturdy nipple were visible. It felt so funny, showing herself off like this for a guy she barely knew. Even her boyfriend Tim had never seen her bare tits. She felt dirty and shameless. But she also fell a twinge of excitement.

"Beautiful. Perfect," Caldicott said. "Now the other one. Show me both tits. And tease me. Stare at me with teasing, little-girl looks."

It all seemed very foolish, but Stacy tried her best. She gave him her most grown-up come-on stare, and let her hand fall away from her other tit. Both tits were still cradled against the bra in her arms, but his clicking camera had a perfect view of her nipples and areolas.

"Lean forward and let go of both tits," he instructed. "Let them fall out and down from your bra. Let them hang for me."

Slowly, Stacy did as she was told. Her arms unhooked and the bra fell away in her hand. She bent down, and both tits swayed forward like heavy, ripe fruit. They dangled beneath her, the pale lower swells contrasting with the tanned upper parts. Her areolas were the size of silver dollars. The nipples were sturdy, half-inch-long stubs.

"Okay, wonderful!" he praised, glad to be over the first major hurdle. He clicked his camera at her gorgeous young tits. He wanted to photograph the dangling tit globes from every angle, and pretty soon he was grabbing another camera and holding it up to his eye as he circled her.

He came closer, moved from the left to the right and back again. He had her lean forward even more, then stand up straight and raise her arms in back of her head, one at a time. The man recorded every stretch and shift of her stunning young tits without touching her once. He acted like a real professional the whole time.

Stacy was again relaxed and enjoying herself. She seemed to have forgotten her shame, and the fact that she was posing topless for a man she didn't even know.

She did everything he asked, letting him photograph her tits in all their glory. And when her nipples began to grow even harder and longer, she figured it must be because the room was so cool. Surely she couldn't be getting sexually aroused?

"Okay, enough of your tits for now," he said suddenly, backing away from her and going back behind the camera on the tripod. "Now I want you to do something extra special for me. I want you to pull up your skirt, very slowly, an inch at a time. Could you do that for me?"

There was a flash of hesitation across Stacy's face, but it only lasted a second. She really was enjoying herself. She was all warmed up and ready to go. She'd already shown off her tits. Why not her legs, too? She had beautiful legs, she knew. It was only natural he'd want to see more of them. It didn't mean he wanted her to undress completely or anything. Her tits might be naked, but she still had her open blouse draped around her shoulders, and she took comfort in that.

She placed her hands on her hips and moved them upwards, inching her navy-blue skirt higher by degrees. Unfortunately, the skirt was so short that she didn't have far to go before she'd be showing off her panties. She stopped with the skirt rolled up high on her thighs.

He photographed her slender golden legs, then peeked over the top of the camera at her as she hesitated to go further.

"Keep going. Show me your pretty panties," he encouraged. "Don't worry, I'm not going to attack you."

For another fraction of a second, Stacy hesitated. Then she pulled the skirt slightly higher. The blinding white triangle of her panties came into view, bulging slightly over the mound of her pussy.

Caldicott nodded his approval and urged her to keep going. He didn't tell her to stop till her skirt was rolled up around her waist and her girlish briefs were on full display. He snapped several pictures of her standing there holding her skirt over her hips.

"Slip your hand inside your panties," he said matter-of-factly, as if he wasn't asking her anything unusual. "Put your hand against your pussy and play with yourself."

"Mr. Caldicott, this is silly," she protested. But she obligingly did as she was told, easing her hand under the waistband of her panties till it was cupping her furry cunt. She moved her fingers about on her pussy lips, as she sometimes did late at night in bed, when she was exploring herself. Her panties bulged over her hand, the fabric dented by her knuckles.

He was greatly relieved that she'd consented to go this far. He hadn't expected her to. And now as he photographed her playing with herself, he felt the first twinges of arousal in his own crotch. The pretty teenager was so passive, so eager to do what he told her. He had the feeling he could get her to do anything, if he only went slowly enough.

"Pull down your panties a little ways for me, Stacy," he soothed, trying to keep the growing excitement out of his voice. "Not far, just so I can get a shot or two of your pubic hair. Then maybe we'll take a break."

Again, Stacy hesitated. The warning voices were again sounding in her head. If she did as he asked, she'd be showing her pussy to a male for the very first time. A major barrier would be crossed. Did she want this to happen with Mr. Caldicott, whom she barely knew? Shouldn't Tim, her boyfriend of two months, be the first to see her pussy? It really wasn't right that she should show herself off like this. What would her parents say?

''Pull down your panties!'' he said, his voice harsh again. "Don't be shy. Show me your cunt!''

The four-letter word cut into Stacy like a knife. She'd heard the word before, in the girls' locker room at school. But still, it was a shock coming from an adult like Mr. Caldicott. It startled her into action, and she pulled her hand from her pussy and used it to force down the elastic of her panties on one side. The furry blonde mound of her cunt peeked into view. He could see a generous sliver of pussy gash over her stretched panties.

"Very good. Very sexy. From now on, Stacy, don't hesitate when I tell you to do something. You trust me, don't you?"

"I guess so," she muttered, not sounding at all sure. She held her panties angled down while he snapped several pictures of her bared pussy.

"Pull them farther down now," he instructed. "Push them off your crotch till they're stretched between your thighs, and then leave them there. And keep your skirt rolled up around your waist like that."

Stacy was too intimidated to do anything but obey. She shoved her panties down, down, till they were caught like a taut white rope between her thighs and her crotch was completely naked. All her most private parts were now on view, and Mr. Caldicott was snapping away happily. She only hoped he'd keep his promise and not show the photographs to a soul. How would she ever explain them if he did?

He was grabbing a spare camera and coming closer to her. He actually knelt down in front of her and took several shots less than two feet away from her bare cunt. He pointed the camera upwards, shooting her bulging tits from below. Then he concentrated on her crotch once more. He seemed fascinated by her down-covered pussy mound.

"Such a pretty teenage cunt," he grunted approvingly. "Such a sweet and tender teenage twat." He moved his camera within a foot of her crotch.

Eventually, he had her remove her skirt altogether. And then he photographed her with her panties stretched lower and lower between her legs. At one point they were above her knees, and then below. Finally they were stretched taut between her ankles.

When he told her to kick the briefs off altogether, she did as she was told without hesitation. There didn't seem much point in arguing anymore. But he insisted she keep on her white knee socks and her open blouse. A girl was always sexier dressed in something, he told her. He took several more shots of her wearing these final two items. Then he said she could take a break on the bed before they went any further.

Stacy wondered how much further they could possibly go. She'd already shown him her tits and her pussy. She was totally nude but for her knee socks and her open blouse draped around her shoulders.

"You've been a very good girl up to now," he went on. "You've taken your clothes off for me and let me photograph your most beautiful parts. Now, before we start taking more shots, I want to show you I'm just as willing to expose myself. I won't ask you to do anything I'm not ready to do myself."

For a moment, Stacy didn't understand what he was talking about. She sat on the edge of the bed and watched him. Then before she could say anything he was opening up his shirt and peeling it off. He kicked off his shoes and socks and then began unzipping his pants.

In a second, his slacks and shorts were off and he was standing in front of her completely naked. "There, that's better," he said. "Now there's no need for you to feel self-conscious. I'll let you rest for a while, then we'll take more pictures. This is going to be a great afternoon for both of us, believe me."

Stacy was barely listening. She couldn't believe he'd just stripped himself naked in front of her. She gazed at his hairy chest, his muscular arms and his flat belly. She stared at his bulging thighs as he moved about the room. But the thing she couldn't take her eyes off was dangling grossly between his legs. For the first time in her life, Stacy found herself looking at a man's naked cock.