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Adventures with the #Baumgartners – Ronnie & Vince (They’re Making My #Book into a #Porn #Movie)

Ronnie (Sara Luvv) has a new love interest. Vince (Xander Corvus) is quite a hottie. And these two together are scorching!



The following is seriously NOT safe for work. (NSFW)

Seriously. Hotness ahead. Total hotness. The XXX-rated kind.

Okay, you’ve been warned…!

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Adventures with the #Baumgartners – Ronnie & Gretchen Voyeur (They’re Making My #Book into a #Porn #Movie)

What would a Selena Kitt book (and now, movie!) be without a voyeur scene? Ronnie (Sara Luvv) and Gretchen (A.J. Applegate) are peeking… and getting all hot and bothered!

Tsk tsk…


The following is seriously NOT safe for work. (NSFW)

Seriously. Hotness ahead. Total hotness. The XXX-rated kind.

Okay, you’ve been warned…!

Excerpt below is from Adventures with the Baumgartners, new book coming soon!

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Adventures with the #Baumgartners – Paige & Ty (They’re Making My #Book into a #Porn #Movie)

Ricky Johnson plays Ty – and he is so very fine! Ty and Paige (Kat Kiss) are an item, and they are on fire!

Here they are together…


The following is seriously NOT safe for work. (NSFW)

Seriously. Hotness ahead. Total hotness. The XXX-rated kind.

Okay, you’ve been warned…!

Excerpt below is from Adventures with the Baumgartners, new book coming soon!

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Adventures with the #Baumgartners – Three Little Kittens (They’re Making My #Book into a #Porn #Movie)

If you like Gretchen (AJ Applegate) and Ronnie (Sara Luvv) together, you’re going to love it when we add a lithe, open, fun-loving little redhead to the mix. Paige (Katy Kiss) moves in with Ronnie and Gretchen… in oh so many ways!

Here they are together, three little kittens…


The following is seriously NOT safe for work. (NSFW)

Seriously. Hotness ahead. Total hotness. The XXX-rated kind.

Okay, you’ve been warned…!

Excerpt below is from Adventures with the Baumgartners, new book coming soon!

“Sex is fun,” Paige replied. “I mean, as long as I’m attracted them, and Ty is too… why not?”

“Aren’t you jealous at all?” Ronnie asked.

“Nah.” Paige shrugged. “I know Ty loves me. And look at the Baumgartners. And my parents. They’ve been together for a long, long time. Monogamous couples end up divorcing because someone ends up cheating, right? But if you’re open—it’s not cheating.”

“And you don’t mind sharing him?” Ronnie asked.

“Well, I haven’t actually shared him,” Paige confessed. “We were just with Aiden. So, I guess he was really sharing me…”

“I bet you’d get jealous if you had to share him with another girl,” Ronnie predicted.

“I don’t think so.” Paige looked thoughtful. “I mean, have you seen him? He’s so fine. I think watching him with another girl would be incredibly sexy.”

“Actually, we have seen him.” Gretchen grinned when Paige’s eyebrows went up. “You left your door open…”

Paige smiled. “And did you like what you saw?”

“Hell yeah,” Gretchen replied. “That boy is built.”

“And you’re not so bad yourelf,” Ronnie chimed in.

“You know, if you really want to be in an open relationship, you really should test your theory,” Gretchen said slyly.

“That makes sense.” Ronnie met Gretchen’s eyes, smiling. “Definitely.”

“What are you proposing?” Paige cocked her eyebrow.

“I’d volunteer to be a test subject,” Gretchen offered, looking at Ronnie. “In fact, both of us could help test your theory…”

“Oh yeah?” Paige looked between the two of them.

“You think Tyler would be into it?” Ronnie asked.

“The chance to be with me and two other girls?” Paige snorted a laugh. “Uh yeah, I think he just might.”

“There’s just one thing…” Gretchen slid her hand over Paige’s thigh. “We should all probably see if the three of us are compatible first.”



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Adventures with the #Baumgartners – Carrie & Daphne – in the Bedroom (They’re Making My #Book into a #Porn #Movie)

If you’ve seen Babysitting the Baumgartners, you’ll know that Anikka Albrite played the sexy, adventurous Mrs. B to pure perfection. How lucky am I, to see my words and characters come to life on screen? I mean, wow. When we were talking about Adventures with the Baumgartners, I knew I wanted to “see” Mrs. B with an old flame (you’ll recognize her from A Baumgartne Christmas) – the sassy redheaded Daphne. And I have to say, Edyn Blair does a stunning job embodying Daphne. Watching these two together is just sublime. They’re delicious on their own, but together… wow. A veritable feast for the eyes. Can you say, “Yum?” I’m going to let these photos speak for themselves…

Here they are…


The following is seriously NOT safe for work. (NSFW)

Seriously. Hotness ahead. Total hotness. The XXX-rated kind.

Okay, you’ve been warned…!

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Adventures with the #Baumgartners – Daphne & Ari (They’re Making My #Book into a #Porn #Movie)

If you’ve read the Baumgartner series, you may recognize these two from A Baumgartner Christmas. Daphne met Aristotle Wilson thanks to the Baumgartners, and they’re still going strong! As you might expect for a couple who got their start in a menage with the Baumgartners, Ari (Derrick Pierce) and Daphne (Edyn Blair) are a couple in an open marriage. They’ve been apart for a while due to logistics – Daphne has moved in with the Baumgartners to take a job opportunity she couldn’t pass up – and when they finally come back together… well…

They really come together, so to speak… 😉


The following is seriously NOT safe for work. (NSFW)

Seriously. Hotness ahead. Total hotness. The XXX-rated kind.

Okay, you’ve been warned…!

Excerpt below is from Adventures with the Baumgartners, new book coming soon!

Daphne set her phone on the night stand, looking at it thoughtfully.

But she didn’t have much time to think, because she heard a car pull up outside in the circle drive. Getting up from the bed, she hurried to the window, looking out. There was Ari, getting out of the airport cab with his suitcase. Her heart swelled to bursting in her chest at the sight of him.

She’d missed him so much, even though they’d talked every day and Skyped before bed. It wasn’t the same as having him here beside her, sleeping next to her. She’d missed his mouth, his hands, the feel of his skin against hers.

Downstairs, the front door opened—she’d left it unlocked—and she heard Ari call out, “Daph?”

“Up here, baby,” she called, trembling with excitement.

She slipped her robe from her shoulders as she heard his footfalls on the stairs, turning to face the open door.

Then, Ari was home.

Edyn Blair & Derrick Pierce

Ari grabbed her ass in both hands, squeezing and pulling without impunity, making sure she knew just how much she belonged to him.

Edyn Blair & Derrick Pierce

She slid a hand down his chest, the feel of his skin a delight after having been deprived of it for so long.

Edyn Blair & Derrick Pierce

Ari let out a low moan, his hand moving in her hair, as she took him deep into her throat…

Edyn Blair & Derrick Pierce

No one knew how to lick her like he did…

Edyn Blair & Derrick Pierce

Daphne couldn’t wait anymore and neither could he. Ari slipped his cock deep into her wetness in one deep, hard thrust, and she wrapped her limbs about him, welcoming him home…

Edyn Blair & Derrick Pierce

Daphne didn’t know if their new neighbors could hear her or not and she didn’t care. Ari pounded into her again and again, forcing cries of pleasure from her throat that threatened to deafen them both…

Edyn Blair & Derrick Pierce

“Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful,” he growled, gripping her hips and sliding her down onto his cock. “That’s it… ride me.”

Edyn Blair & Derrick Pierce

“God, I missed you,” she whispered, twisting her head so she could kiss him, drinking him in…



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Adventures with the #Baumgartners – Ronnie & Gretchen (They’re Making My #Book into a #Porn #Movie)

You guys, this movie is amazing. UH-MAZ-ING! I’ll be giving you bits and pieces along the way. A little striptease if you will. Sometimes a lapdance or two. Just to whet your appetite. 😉

Today it’s a peek into the relationship between Ronnie and Gretchen. I love Ronnie and Gretchen together – and I just adore Sara Luvv and A.J. Applegate playing these two characters. They really go all-out, these two. I could watch them together for hours. As a matter of fact, I have! *grin* And lucky you – you’ll be able to do that, too, when Adventures with the Baumgartners comes out in the spring! Which do you think you’ll like better, the book or the movie? You’ll get a taste of both in this blog post…

Here they are, two sleeping beauties…


The following is seriously NOT safe for work. (NSFW)

Seriously. Hotness ahead. Total hotness. The XXX-rated kind.

Okay, you’ve been warned…!

Excerpt below is from Adventures with the Baumgartners, new book coming soon!

“Whoozat?” Gretchen mumbled, Ronnie’s text tone waking her out of a sexy dream. She pulled the covers over her blonde head with a groan. The light was just starting to creep in between the slats of their blinds. Too early. Her own alarm hadn’t even gone off yet. She tried to remember her dream—something about Ronnie kissing a guy while Gretchen watched from a distance. The memory lingered like a sweet kiss on her lips and she squeezed her thighs together, feeling a hot pulse between them.

“Your mom again?” Gretchen asked, turning her head to peer at her girlfriend, who hadn’t answered. Ronnie was using her thumbs to text back, smiling at her iPhone screen.

“Trainer.” Ronnie set her phone back on the night table and snuggled under the covers, closing her eyes again. “I changed the appointment to nine—I swear I told him, but he thought it was seven.”

“It’s seven?” Gretchen groaned in protest, wiggling across their sweet-smelling sheets, getting closer to Ronnie’s radiant heat. “Too early.”

“That’s what I told Vince.” Ronnie opened one eye as Gretchen draped her long arms around her, pulling her closer.

“Is he hot?” Gretchen tucked her head under Ronnie’s chin, sliding a thigh over hers.

“Vince?” Ronnie smiled, kissing the top of Gretchen’s head. “Uhhh… well, let’s just say, I wouldn’t kick him out of bed for eating crackers…”

“That’s another one of your mom’s phrases isn’t it?” Gretchen laughed. “Hey! You’ve kicked me out of bed for eating crackers.”

“It’s just an expression.” Ronnie snorted a laugh.

Sara Luvv & AJ Applegate

“You’re so insatiable.”

Sara Luvv & AJ Applegate

“And you love it!”

Sara Luvv & AJ Applegate

“I do!”

Sara Luvv & AJ Applegate

Gretchen cupped her face in both hands, pulling Ronnie’s hungry little mouth to hers..

Sara Luvv & AJ Applegate

Her tongue made slow, easy circles…

Sara Luvv & AJ Applegate

She was delicious, better than any breakfast, lunch or dinner, ever. Hell, she was even better than dessert.

Sara Luvv & AJ Applegate

Gretchen rocked up against her hot, eager mouth, aching for more. Ronnie’s tongue probed deeper, giving her just what her body was looking for.

Gretchen pulled her legs back, exposing herself completely, letting out a low groan when Ronnie’s fingers found her first, followed by the hot fluttering of her tongue, a combination that made her tremble with the force of it.

Sara Luvv & AJ Applegate

Gretchen lost herself in sensation, the wet twist and plunge of Ronnie’s probing fingers, the lash of her tongue against the tender bud of her clit…

Sara Luvv & AJ Applegate

Gretchen grabbed the headboard and rolled her hips, faster and faster, feeling Ronnie’s fingers moving deep inside her…

Gretchen whimpered as Ronnie hugged her hips, pulling her close as she buried her face between her legs. Ronnie was clearly determined to make her come, and she was almost there…

Sara Luvv & AJ Applegate

Gretchen could taste herself as they kissed….

Sara Luvv & AJ Applegate

They were both slick with sweat and the room hung with the tangy scent of their lovemaking…

Sara Luvv & AJ Applegate

They spooned together…

Sara Luvv & AJ Applegate

Like two lazy kittens…

Sara Luvv & AJ Applegate

“Race you to the shower?”


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Adventures with the Baumgartners – Cover Reveal


Here’s the cover for the upcoming book and movie – Adventures with the Baumgartners.

What do you think?



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#CONTEST – Comment to #WIN – What Scene in Babysitting the Baumgartners are You MOST Looking Forward to Seeing? (They’re Making My Book Into a Porn Movie)

Hey Baumgartner fan!

Scroll to the end and comment below and you might win an autographed copy of Babysitting the Baumgartners!

Here is the beautiful Anikka Albrite, who plays Mrs. B in the Babysitting the Baumgartners movie. I can’t imagine anyone else as Mrs. B anymore. She completely embodies the role.


Look at her stunning smile!


And that seductive look… yowza!


Mrs. B and Ronnie (Sara Luvv) sitting on the bed


It’s a slow seduction…


The look in their eyes…



And seductive…


Oh Mrs. B… what are you doing…?


Seems Ronnie likes it…


Really likes it…


That sweet kiss…


The slow unveiling…


Mmm hmm, we know where this is going…


And we like it!


Keep checking in for more photos and updates…

In the meantime, tell me… what one scene are you most looking forward to seeing in Babysitting the Baumgartners?

Comment below and be entered to win an autographed print copy of Babysitting the Baumgartners!

Contest ends at midnight EST on Tuesday, May 10 – winner will be announced here on my blog on Wednesday May 11.


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NSFW ~ Anikka Albrite & Sara Luvv Photo Shoots from Babysitting the Baumgartners Set (They’re Making My Book into a Porn Movie)

Anikka Albrite and Sara Luvv do such a good job embodying the roles of Mrs. B and Ronnie (respectively) – just watching them together is kind of magical. Below are lots and lots (and lots!) of photos of the two of them from on the set of Babysitting the Baumgartners. Just looking at these makes me all tingly and flushed. I couldn’t have imagined it better than this. To say I’m thrilled with these two and their performance is the understatement of the millenium.

Two more months until you can see the whole movie! I can NOT wait. And yet I have to.

Ahhhhhh! The anticipation is killing me… 😛

I paired up some of the photos with the text from the book below – it’s so fun to see it come to life.

Annnnd again, just one more warning – this is seriously NOT safe for work. (NSFW)

Seriously. Hotness ahead. Total hotness. The XXX-rated kind.

Okay, you’ve been warned…!

All excepts below are from Babysitting the Baumgartners, available on the following:

Kindle | Nook | iBooks | Kobo | Google

Excerpt from Chapter 4…

“Do you want to borrow one of my suits?” She poured cream, the white fluid turning the dark liquid a smooth tan—almost the color of her skin. “I noticed yours was still in the sink. I hung it, but I don’t think it’s dry yet.”

“Oh!” I flushed. “I forgot it. I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay.” She glanced over at Doc and gave him a smile. “Come on upstairs. I’ll get you one of mine. Will you take the kids out when they’re ready, babe?”

Doc leaned back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head. “Will do.”

I put my half-eaten banana on the table, following Mrs. B upstairs. I felt Doc’s eyes on us as we left the room, Mrs. B in her micro-bikini and me in my boy shorts and t-shirt.

“What color do you want?” She tossed suits out of her drawer. I stared at the selection piling up on the bed. She sat on the edge, sifting through them. “Oh, here’s a good one. It’s adjustable. Don’t want you falling out.” She winked at me, holding it up. It was a light orange color and to me it looked awfully small.

“Let’s try it on.” She tossed it to me. I turned my back, even though I knew she could see me in the mirror, and pulled off my shirt. The cups were large for me, of course—she was probably twice my size in that department—but it tied up top and in back, closing the gap.


“Here.” She watched me struggle with the ties. “Let me.” Her fingers moved lightly down my shoulder blades as she tied the strings in back. I held my long dark hair up and out of her way while she tied the ones around my neck.

“Not bad.” She cocked her head and looked at me in the mirror. “What do you think?”

I turned a little, staring at my reflection. “I like it.”


I smiled as she tied the string tighter around my hip. I finally unloosened mine and did the other side, adjusting the tiny orange triangle between my legs. The back was a thong, just a thin string that ran up between my cheeks. Mrs. B stayed on her knees, studying the orange material, and she began to pull it, first left, then right, frowning.

“Sweetie, I think we’re going to have to do something about this.” She bit her lip and tried again, this time right, then left.

“Look.” She pointed to the mirror and I went to stand in front of it. “You’ve got just a little too much hair down there to wear it out, don’t you think?”

I could see what she’d been doing now, with all her tugging. There was a line of dark, curly hair showing on one side or the other of the small stretch of material, no matter how you positioned it. It also showed a fine line of hair along the top edge, although I could pull it up to cover that.

“I guess I can’t wear it.” I sighed.

“Sure you can.” She came up behind me, her hands on my shoulders. She turned me, pushing me gently. “Come on, we’ll fix it.”


I heard the kids downstairs, and Doc’s voice floating above them. Mrs. B took a towel out of the linen closet and spread it on the long counter which connected the twin sinks. There was a large mirror behind it and I glanced at my reflection. I liked the color on me, the way it made my just-starting-to-tan skin look a little more brown somehow.






“Okay, take those off.” Mrs. B tugged at the string of the bikini bottoms. I opened my mouth to say something, but I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just slid them down over my hips and left them sitting on the rug.

“Hop up.” She patted the towel with a smile.

“Um… “ I watched her put a razor and a can of shaving gel on the counter.

“Come on.” She patted the towel again. “Don’t worry, I’ve done this hundreds of times—and when Doc does it for me, it’s always easier than if I do it myself.”

I stared at her, sliding slowly up onto the fluffy white towel. “Doc…shaves you…down there?”

She turned on the water in the sink to my left, both hot and cold, adjusting it. “He used to—before I started to wax. But we don’t really have time to wax you, not today. We’ll just shave you all neat and smooth, okay?”

I nodded, not knowing what else to say. I heard the sliding door opening and closing downstairs and knew they were going out. We were alone in the house.

“Easiest way to do this is for you to lean back a little and put your feet up on the counter,” she instructed.

“But…” I flushed.

Sitting the way I was, or even changing in front of her, I wasn’t completely exposed. Doing what she asked would spread everything wide open for her eyes and the thought made me dizzy.

“It’s okay.” She put her hands on my thighs, rubbing them gently up and down. Her hands were soft, her red-tipped fingers long and slender. “We’re all girls here, right?”

I nodded, letting her help me as she put my feet up on the edge of the counter, resting on the towel. My back was against the mirror, and it was cold, making me shiver. At least, I thought that’s what was making me tremble.



Mrs. B knelt between my legs, and I saw her eyes roaming over me down there. She smiled up at me and reached for the shaving cream. “You have a lovely pussy, Veronica.”

I swallowed hard, not knowing what to say to that. “Will it hurt?”

“Not at all.” She squirted a glob of gel into her hand and spread it over the hair between my thighs. It developed quickly into a white foamy cream. Her fingers rubbed my mound gently, making me remember how she had rubbed me last night. “It’s just like shaving your legs.”

She ran the razor under the stream of water before moving it toward my lips. I watched, fascinated, as she started at the top, working her way down toward my slit, rinsing the razor between swipes. She concentrated on what she was doing and seemed oblivious to the fact she was touching the most private, secret part of me.

“Open your legs a little more,” she instructed as she started to shave downward, first one side and then the other. Her fingers pushed and prodded at my pussy as she went, sending sweet waves of pleasure through me. Once in a while, her hand or her fingers would nudge my clit, sending a jolt straight up my spine.

The water running down over my skin and onto the towel was warm and I closed my eyes for a moment, hearing the scrape of the razor, the running of the water, and Mrs. B’s steady breathing between my legs.



I felt her breath on my thigh, even over my pussy, as she knelt there and concentrated on the work at hand. When I looked down, I saw all the dark, wiry hair which had been there since I hit puberty was now gone, leaving just a little stubble.

“This part is trickier,” she said. “I’ve got to make it all smooth.” Rinsing the blade again and then starting at the bottom, she took the razor against the grain of the hair, working her way back up my lips and over my mound. My pussy was throbbing now, and my nipples poked out of the orange bikini top, betraying my excitement.

I gasped when she spread me open with her fingers. “Mrs. B!”

“I just have to run the razor along this edge here.” She pulled one of my lips taut and brought the blade up just along the inside. “I hate stray hairs, they drive me crazy. Trust me.”

She did the other side, her wet fingers rubbing over my clit, not intentionally, but it still sent a wave of heat through me. I ached, yearning to be touched or to touch myself. I knew my lips must be swollen—they felt huge, and so did my clit. I wondered if she could tell how wet I was, even with all the water running down between my legs.



“There!” She cocked her head and looked at her handiwork. “Lovely. You have nice big, puffy inner lips, Veronica. And your clit stands right out. It’s very pretty.”

I felt my cheeks burning. “Mrs. B…”

“It’s true.” She smiled, standing and rinsing the razor in the sink. “It’s unusual… you should be proud of it.”

I didn’t know what to say. I put my legs down, closing my thighs. My pussy was wet from the shave, but it was also slick with excitement and when I squeezed my legs together, it made me feel faint. Things felt very different down there—vulnerable and exposed. I reached my hand down tentatively and gasped at how incredibly smooth my skin was now.




“Isn’t that great?” Her eyes were bright. “I love how soft it is. Here, let’s get you rinsed off. The fastest way is in the shower.”

She had me stand at the back of the tub as she unhooked the showerhead and adjusted the water temperature. “Is that too hot?” She touched the spray to my feet.

I shook my head. “No.”

Mrs. B knelt by the side of the tub, moving the water over my thighs and up to my pussy. “Open up.” She looked up at me. “Use your fingers. Just spread your lips open.”

Feeling the water running over my smooth, exposed labia was one thing, but having it spraying directly on my clit made me actually moan out loud with the pleasure of it.




“Here, let’s try this.” Mrs. B turned a knob on the shower massage. “That shaving cream can be irritating if it gets left on your skin. Want to make sure we get it all.”

The water pulsed now, and she aimed it right between my legs. I could barely keep my eyes open, it felt so good! My knees wanted to buckle, but I held my pussy lips open for the hot throb of the water moving back and forth over my clit.

“Oh please, Mrs. B!” I pleaded, my head going back, my eyes closing fully now. The water got closer and closer to my pussy, the throb faster, harder, and I moaned, my head going from side to side. I couldn’t stand it—it felt too good!

“Oh God,” I whispered, feeling my climax beginning. I saw her watching me, her eyes bright, and felt ashamed to be doing this here in front of her, but I couldn’t stop it. I shuddered and bucked my hips and moaned and bit my lip to try to keep from screaming as I came and came. Waves of pleasure rolled through my body, undulating my belly and hips toward the hot flow of the water between my legs.



Excerpt from Chapter 7…

I heard Doc whistle when she got downstairs and wondered what it would be like to have someone react to me like that. Then I remembered how he stood over me, pumping his cock in his fist as he looked between my legs. Did he think I was beautiful? He had said so… I heard the sound of Doc’s keys and the door close downstairs as I gathered the dresses and hung them back up in the closet with a sigh.

Mrs. B left her bras hanging out of her drawers and I started putting them back in, straightening. That’s when I saw it, although at first, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I just stared into her drawer, not touching it, as if it might burn me. It was an enormous black vibrator tangled in one of her pink bras.

Just looking at it made me feel faint, and I stood there imagining Mrs. B sliding it into her slick, shaved pussy. Did Doc watch her? Did she play by herself? I’d never used a dildo or a vibrator before, although I’d seen one (my mother had one hidden away in her drawers, too) and I’d heard a lot about them from my best friend, Jenny, who owned three and kept telling me I had to try one.

I took it out of the drawer, feeling the weight of it in my hand. It was huge, much bigger than any cock I’d ever seen, and it was shaped just like a cock, with the bulbous tip and veined shaft. I turned the red dial on the bottom and it buzzed gently, making me jump. Curious, I turned it further, and the buzzing got louder, stronger, the sound filling the room. I turned it off quickly, as if someone might hear, looking around and feeling guilty.

Still, my shorts felt damp now and my pussy had gone from tingle to throb. I reached my hand down, cupping myself through my shorts and rubbing, staring at the cock in my hand. What would it feel like? I bit my lip, rubbing a little faster and glancing back at the bed. It was so tempting… and so naughty.

“To hell with it!” I crawled onto the bed and took the big black cock with me. Rolling over to my back, I slid my shorts down over my hips. My panties were damp, all right, the crotch wet to the touch. Watching Mrs. B change had me more turned-on than I had even realized. I grabbed the vibrator, turning the dial on so it buzzed gently and slid the tip lightly over my panties.


“Oh my God,” I whispered as it hummed against my clit. I shivered, gasping, pressing the big black head harder against the white cotton crotch. It made my pussy sing! I tugged my panties off, spreading my legs wide and slowly slipped the vibrating tip through my soft, wet flesh. I moaned, my nipples getting hard under my t-shirt as I rubbed the shaft up and down between my slit. I couldn’t believe how good it felt!

Did Mrs. B lie in this bed and do this? I remembered the smell of her, the soft feel of her thighs between mine when I zipped her dress, the way her breasts moved and swayed when she bent over, revealing the rounded curves of her behind. Doc would come home and zip her out of that dress, I knew, and probably fuck her right here in this bed. And I would listen to them and touch myself and fantasize some more—I knew I would, I just couldn’t help it.

The vibrator was slick with my juices now, and I lifted it to my mouth, sucking on the tip, imagining I was tasting Mrs. B on the tip of Doc’s cock. I groaned, turning the dial up a little more and rubbing the black head back and forth over my clit again. God, that was good! Jenny wasn’t kidding, I thought, my other hand creeping up under my shirt, tweaking my nipple. The sensation sent shockwaves through me and I felt like I was floating.


What did Mrs. B think about when she played with this? Did she fantasize about another man? A woman? I remembered how she looked at me and touched me the day she shaved my pussy, how her eyes had watched me while I came. Did she fantasize about me? That thought went through me like fire and I moaned, rubbing the vibrator faster between my legs.

Did she fuck herself with this hard, humming cock until her pussy squelched and her body convulsed on the bed as she came? I pulled my legs back a little, looking down between them as I slid the big head down toward the opening of my pussy. I could imagine Mrs. B between my legs, that look in her eyes. Would she fuck me with it? Would she slide it slowly in, like I was now, her eyes watching it sink deeper into my flesh?

“Ohhhh God,” I whispered, feeling the vibration inside of me now, through my whole pelvis. I turned the dial up more, gasping and squirming on the bed. It felt huge inside, a thick, humming length filling me to bursting. I moved it, slow and easy, in and out of my pussy, listening to the soft, wet sounds it made.

I saw myself in the vanity mirror, my legs wide open, my t-shirt up, my nipples pointing toward the ceiling. I watched the enormous shaft disappear into my pussy about halfway and then reappear again, glistening in the lamplight. I fucked myself, imagining her fucking me, almost feeling her breath on my thighs, her hair brushing me, hearing her soft, encouraging moans.


“Mrs. B,” I murmured, lost in the fantasy, still watching myself in the mirror with half-closed eyes. I remembered how Mrs. B talked to Doc in bed and I tried the words on for size, feeling myself flush even as I said them. “Oh yeah, fuck me, Mrs. B… fill my pussy with that big cock.”

That’s when I heard it—a small hiss or gasp? I was so involved I didn’t stop, just slowed, listening. Was it the kids? Maybe I’d just imagined it and it was really just the buzz of the vibrator? I watched myself in the mirror and realized the door was open a little bit, just like it had been when I stood there and watched the Baumgartners.

I moved the vibrator deeper into my pussy, moaning a little, and catching a movement in the mirror out of the corner of my eye, a flash of red, and suddenly I just knew. I didn’t know how I knew, I just did, and the jolt that went through me was both shocking and exciting. Mrs. B had come back and was watching me.


I tried not to let on I knew, still fucking myself with the vibrator, moaning a little louder for her benefit. I saw her out of the corner of my eye now, saw her cheek resting on the doorframe, her mouth a little open. I wouldn’t let myself watch her for long, too afraid she would discover I knew, but I was fascinated by the movement I saw below the doorknob, that little flash of red, moving faster and faster.



I pulled the slick cock from my pussy, spreading my legs even wider, pulling them back to give her a full view as I slid the wet head up and down. I moaned whenever the buzzing tip brushed my clit, and I knew if I kept it there for more than a few seconds, I would come—and hard! I wanted it to last, so I teased my lips, inside and out, with the buzzing shaft and head, over and over.

“Fuck me, Mrs. B,” I murmured, full to bursting with the knowledge she was watching me, sliding the black head back into the opening of my pussy, feeling it spread me wide. “Fuck me with that big, black dick.”




I heard the little hiss again and knew she was hearing my words. That drove me on as I pushed it deeper into me, my hand moving faster and faster. I fucked myself hard now, my whole pelvis rocking with a delicious hum as I moaned and bucked my hips.

I thought I heard her breathing, just as fast as mine, and I let myself peek in the mirror, seeing the crack in the door was wider now. I saw her face, so flushed, her eyes half-closed, and I saw her dress pulled up and her hand slipped down into the crotch of the sheer black panties.


“God, I want you, Mrs. B,” I moaned, feeling my clit moving closer to the edge with each tender throb, the buzz of the vibrator sending hot, electric sparks through my pussy.

“Oh, I want you, I want you,” I whimpered, shoving the cock deep, closing my eyes and panting, working the dildo between my legs as fast and hard as I could.

That’s when I felt her fingers brushing my thighs. At first I thought I must be imagining it, but when I opened my eyes, there she was, her breasts spilling over the top of her dress, her nipples playing peek-a-boo with the material as her hand worked between her legs.




“Ohhh,” I moaned, feeling embarrassed and too close to coming to care.

“Shh,” she whispered, shaking her head and taking the end of the vibrator in her hand, twisting it and moving it in my flesh.

“Oh God,” I groaned, feeling her fucking me with the thick cock. “Yes, yes, please… oh, it feels so good!”

“Good girl,” she whispered, fucking me with the slick length, turning it up as high it would go, making me groan and writhe and twist on the bed. “Come for me.”

“Yes!” I lifted my hips in the air, off the bed toward her, bridging up, wanting more and more. Mrs. B groaned, seeing me splayed out like that, and I was so close I couldn’t stand it.

That’s when she sucked my clit into her mouth, sending me over the edge so fast I thought I was going to die quivering and trembling from the delicious throbbing wetness between my thighs.





I groaned when she slid the cock from my pussy and I came back down to earth, and to the bed, watching her lift it to her mouth and suck on the tip. I gasped as she lifted her dress further, pointing the wet cock down and sliding it under the elastic of her panties.





“Mrs. B,” I whispered, watching her rubbing the length up and down, up and down, her eyes closed, her moans filling the room. I whispered, “Oh God. You’re so beautiful,” although I didn’t know if she heard me. She was lost in the sensation, rocking against the buzzing cock rubbing over her pussy.



Then her eyes opened and met mine, her gaze moving down over my heaving chest, my taut nipples, my smooth, flat belly, to the slick wetness between my legs, still seeping with my juices. She groaned, putting one red-tipped finger against my clit, making me shiver, and then I watched as she came, her whole body flushing and shuddering with it.




“Fuck!” she whispered and let out a half-cry, half-groan, the cock lost somewhere between her legs. She gave me a dazed look as she slipped the vibrator out of her panties, her dress falling down to cover her.


“Mrs. B,” I started, not sure what I was even going to try to say.

She shook her head, turning the vibrator off but pressing the head to my mouth. I gasped, but I opened my lips, slowly sucking and licking the tip, tasting her for the first time, our eyes meeting, the air between us charged like some electrical field. I took the vibrator from her, continuing to lick at it as she watched.



Excerpt from Chapter 8…


“Some babysitter I am.” I gave a little laugh, pulling my knees up to my chin and watching the sun set across the horizon. Mrs. B glanced away from her book, a paperback copy of The Davinci Code that I had loaned her, and smiled.

“I’m glad the kids found something else to do.” She stretched on the lounge chair with a yawn.


They’d gotten in very late from their party, past two. I knew because I heard them laughing and trying to be quiet in the hallway as they fumbled their way to their room. Then came Mrs. B’s moans and Doc’s grunting followed by the rhythmic bang of the headboard against the wall and the squeak and shift of their bed.


I rolled around for a while trying to sleep but eventually couldn’t help slipping my hand between my legs and rubbing myself until I was breathless and panting and shuddering all over with my orgasm as I listened to the sounds of them together.


“I just feel bad.” I shrugged. “You brought me along to watch the kids, and they’re spending all their time with the Holmes’ au pair.” Doc had taken Janie and Henry over to the Holmes’ to spend the night.


Mrs. B set her book aside, reaching over and fingering a strand of my hair. “That’s not all you’re here for, you know.” My belly seized when she said that and I looked at her, wondering if I understood what she really meant. “You’re one of the family, really.” She tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “This was kind of like a gift for you, a thank you for everything you’ve done for us.” anikkasarapatio-05

“I’ve really…had a good time,” I told her, still not looking her way. “It’s been…a very exciting week.”

“I’m glad.” Mrs. B’s fingers moved in my hair, caressing me just behind the ear, sending shivers through me.

Sometimes I just didn’t know what to say or how to act around them. We never talked about the things that happened, although there was always some undercurrent of communication going on, lower than our words, like our bodies were talking to each other all the time—Mrs. B’s caresses, Doc’s slipping by me and Mrs. B in the kitchen, pulling me into the saddle of his hips for a moment before moving on. I felt like I was keeping a big, juicy secret I was just bursting to tell.

“That feels good.” I turned my face toward her palm, my eyes meeting hers. They had a light in them and she was giving me a lazy half-smile.

“It’s still so hot!” She stretched again, her tank top pulling up to reveal an expanse of belly over her shorts. “Let’s go for a swim.”

“Okay.” I stood up and brushed sand off my legs. “I’ll go get a suit on.”

Mrs. B grabbed my hand, her slender fingers squeezing mine. “No need. Private beach and the kiddos are gone, remember? Come on.”




She took my hands, pulling me closer so we were standing belly-to-belly, our breasts touching. I wanted her to kiss me, and I think she knew it. She smiled, squeezing my hands, and then turned toward the water.



“Last one in is a rotten egg!” She ran toward the shoreline. I only watched her for a moment, her sleek, tawny body streaking toward the water, and then I was after her, both of us tumbling into the surf, laughing and clutching each other in the waves.

Wet, our bodies slid together, and I’m not even sure how it happened, but we were wrapped around each other and her mouth found mine. Everything was so soft—her lips, her breasts pressing into mine, her thigh between my legs, the hair my hands got tangled in at the back of her head. It went on and on, the sun finally slipping down below the horizon as we kissed, moaning into each other’s mouths.



“Come here.” She pulled my hips forward, lifting me in the water, and I wrapped my legs around her body, pressing in tight. I felt the heat of her pussy against mine, more pronounced with the coolness of the water all around us, and I ground my hips against her as we kissed, making her moan.

Her fingers slipped down there between us, finding me, opening, probing, and I gasped and rocked, wanting more. My clit throbbed with that dull ache, like it would never stop. I wiggled and pressed against her, rubbing my breasts into hers, feeling my little nipples sliding wetly over the fullness of her chest.



She lifted me out of the water a little bit, her hands moving over my back, her mouth finding my nipples, sucking first one and then the other. I moaned, my legs wrapped just below her breasts, feeling them pressed hard into my belly.

Writhing and twisting on her as she made fast circles with her tongue around my hard nipples, I threw her off balance, and we tumbled into the water, both of us crying out. I came up sputtering and laughing and she did too, wiping salt water out of her eyes. Still, I reached for her, not wanting it to end, not wanting it to go back to the secret silence of just a few hours before. She took me in, kissing me again, sucking at my tongue, more urgent now.

“Come on.” She led me toward shore. “We’re safer on the beach.”



Our bodies were still slippery wet and she tasted like salt water when we kissed. Her thigh slipped up over mine as we lay on our sides, my hands moving slowly, tentative now, over her shoulders, her arms, her back.

She looked at me in the dim light, her hand moving down to cup my little breast, moving her thumb over the nipple and making me shiver. Then her tongue followed her fingers, making those same circles over my wet flesh. I felt her breasts pressing into my side and, reaching my fingers down, found a fat brown nipple and squeezed it.

“Oh God, yes!” She arched her back. Encouraged, I rolled it, tugged on it, rubbed my palm over it, and she moaned louder against my breasts, licking them faster, back and forth between them now.

“Oh Mrs. B!” I moaned when her hand slipped down between my legs, her fingers opening me up again, finding my center. My pussy was a hot pulse against her palm.



“I think you can call me Carrie,” she murmured as she slipped a finger inside. I flushed at the thought. I couldn’t even imagine calling her by her first name—still!—even with her hand rocking over my mound, her fingers, two now, moving in and out me. I found her other nipple, making her groan when I tugged at it, so fat and hard between my thumb and finger.

She kissed her way down my belly and when I realized where she was headed, my whole body filled with anticipation. My skin was still beaded with water and the air felt cool now the sun was gone. Her fingers never stopped moving in the darkness, seeking the heat at my core as her tongue slipped down my smooth, flat belly, and then over the swell of my thighs.

“Oh God,” I whispered, rocking against her hand, staring up at the blue velvet sky. “Please.” She knew what I was asking for and slipped her fingers out of me, pressing my legs back with her palms. I opened them for her, feeling a little less exposed in the near-dark, hanging onto my knees as I spread wide for her tongue.

“Such a pretty pussy,” she breathed, the heat of her words burning through me, and then she licked me, her tongue finding my clit and focusing right there, a wet little flicker that went on and on. I pulled back more, lifting my hips, and she seemed to understand, sliding her fingers back inside of me, twisting them as she started to move in and out.



“Yes,” I hissed, her tongue sending the most delicious sensations along my spine. “Oh God, Mrs. B, finger me, do it hard.”

She groaned, the vibration of her voice moving right through me as her fingers moved faster, harder, slamming into me as she worked my clit with her tongue. I rolled my head from side to side, dizzy with the feeling, wanting it to last forever and knowing I couldn’t possibly hold out against the soft lapping of her tongue, the pounding of her fingers into my pelvis.

“So close,” I whispered, and that made her lick faster, fuck me harder, making those little encouraging noises in her throat that sent shivers through me. My pussy was swollen and wet under her mouth. I felt the mix of my juices and her saliva running down my ass toward the blanket.

“Ohhhhhhh now, now!” I cried, unable to keep it back any more.



It came like a tidal wave, sweeping over and drowning me in my own pleasure until I gasped for air, shuddering and arching against her mouth, her fingers still working between my thighs. It moved through me so long I thought I was going to die right there, spread open on a blanket with Mrs. B’s face buried between my legs. Then it began to ebb, in hot, pulsing waves, like a tide slowly receding.

“Good girl,” she whispered against my pussy, feathering kisses all over my mound, giving me goose bumps. Staring, panting up at the sky, I saw the stars just starting to come out. I pulled at her, wanting her, and she came up and kissed me so I could taste me in her mouth. Sucking on her tongue, I groaned, feeling her breasts pressing into my side.

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