Babysitter Beta 05

I wasn’t sure how to feel, leaving Lana’s house. Sex with her had been great, but I had yet to achieve my release, and the little man downstairs wanted his relief. She’d fallen asleep after she came, leaving me in a lurch. I closed her bedroom door behind me, remembering that Penny was at my place, willing and waiting. 


Lana’s bedroom door was the third from the stairs, and I walked as silently as I could. I didn’t know where her roommates were or how they might react to my exit. 


I froze when I looked up and saw a naked woman standing in her doorway, looking at me. She was tall and inhumanly pale. I couldn’t help it when my eyes darted to her breasts. They were gorgeous tear-drop breasts, more than a handful, but smaller than Penny’s. Ghostly pale nipples tipped each peak pointed straight at me, standing at rigid attention. Her breasts hung high on her lithe body, with sharp hip lines arcing toward her completely hairless sex. Her body looked soft but shaped well, with hints of muscle beneath soft layers of skin and slight curves. 


My mouth hung open, unsure of what to say or do as I froze as still as a deer in the headlights. 


“You owe me a condom.” 


I stared. 


“Julio, right?” 


I tried to nod, but my body had stopped responding. The only part of me with any blood left was raging through my pants, trying to break free. 


Her eyes dipped. She bit her bottom lip, and I noticed the flash of silver over her canine. She was wearing vampire fangs, like part of a costume. It struck me as strange she would wear something on her teeth but not her body. Every inch of pale skin remained on display. She didn’t close or cross her legs and kept her hands at her sides, one of them on her hip. 


“Still horny?” She asked, tilting her head. “Lana didn’t take care of you, or did she kick you out?” 


She looked past me, but Lana’s bedroom door remained closed. 


“She fell asleep after she… we…” I finally managed to speak. “I’m Julio.” 


She laughed. 


“I’m Oceane.” She said. “Anne, for short.” She stepped forward and offered me her hand. 


I glanced down again, cursing my lack of self-control. 


Anne giggled a low churlish sound. “Does my nudity bother you?” She asked. “I can probably throw something on, I guess. If I have to.” 


“No.” I said. “Sorry. I’m just… Are you a nudist?” 


“As nudist as I can be.” Anne said. “I simply detest clothes.” She shrugged. “And I only wear underwear once a month.” 


“Once a month?” I asked, too distracted to think of why she might need to wear something once a month. 


Anne giggled again. “My period.” 


“Oh!” I said, realizing my own stupidity.


Anne laughed at my stupidity. “So… did you two use that condom or…” 


“Oh.” I said, snapping back to reality. “Yeah, we did.” 


“But you didn’t cum, or do you just bounce back really quickly?” She asked, pointing with a long, manicured finger to my hard-on. Her black nail polish matched the exact shade of her pixie-cut black hair. 


“I didn’t get the chance. She fell asleep after she–” 


“Aw.” Anne cut me off. “Poor baby.” She stepped forward. “Would you like to come inside?” 


“Oh, I don’t think I–” 


“Don’t worry about Lana.” Anne said, cutting off my first protest. “She said she’d owe me for the condom, and I think I know how to collect.” Her tongue scraped over her top teeth. Both canines had those metal vampire teeth attached. I swallowed. 


“Are you… a vampire?” I asked, confused. 


Anne laughed, higher and more melodic than her churlish giggle. “I’m a cam girl.” She said, gesturing behind her through the open door to her bedroom. She laid her furniture out like Lana’s, except her desk was turned toward her bed. The lighting, camera, and mics pointed toward that same destination. Heavy metal posters surrounded her raised Queen-sized bed, with stuffed animals in its corner and gothic decor on the flanking wall shelves. 


“I play a goth character for my OnlyFans. Sometimes vampire, sometimes succubus, it varies.” 


I stared at her, trying to process what she was saying. 


“It’s good money.” She said, her tone almost defensive. “But it makes me like… super horny all the time, and my boyfriend dumped me when he found out I was doing this.” 


I nodded, not quite understanding but assuming that he probably had a good reason to be upset if she'd hidden it. 


“I do mostly solo stuff, but I’ve done some girl/girl, too.” She said. 


“Oh.” I said, immediately picturing her with a lesbian lover. My imagination did nothing to soften my dick. 


“Not with Lana.” Anne said. “But with another performer.” 


I nodded. My mouth went dry, and I tried to move my tongue to wet it again. 


“I haven’t done any boy/girl videos yet…” Anne said. “Though I use my free use fetish and goth style as a marketing gimmick.”  


“That… must do pretty well.” I said, not sure what else to say. 


“It has its good months and bad months. It’s a surprising amount of work.” She said, still too close for me to think straight. I could smell her soap, and her hands were soft when she touched my shoulder. 


“So… what do you say, Julio? Want to make a video with me to pay off that favor Lana owes me?” Anne asked. 


“Uh…” 


Did I want to? Yes. My conscience had its objections. My dick heard those objections, decided my brain was a silly spoilsport, and threw them out. What would Penny say? She’d say go for it. What would Lana say? She’d probably object, right? This was her housemate. And she and I were… dating? We’d been on a date. We’d just fucked. There was no way she’d be okay with me sleeping with someone else, even if my plan had been to go home and rest with Penny. Penny was different, though. Right? 


I took a deep breath and released it in a ragged exhale. “I… don’t think I should.” 


Besides, she wanted to record it? That would put my body, face, and penis on the internet forever. I wasn’t a porn star. I wasn’t in stellar shape. I was just a guy. I worked out to stay healthy, not to body-build or compete. I was average-sized, maybe slightly more, but nowhere near the monsters a porn star had to pack. Tits could be small in porn, but dicks? Dicks were only small in videos centered around humiliating that small-dicked man. I didn’t want that. Is that what Anne had in mind? 


“Should we ask Lana what she thinks?” Anne asked, glancing behind me. 


I turned to see Lana standing beside her door, her hair messed up and her robe closed. 


“What I think of what?” Lana asked. I couldn’t tell from her tone if she was angry, but her expression toward Anne wasn’t enthusiastic. 


“Julio here was just turning me down.” Anne said, patting my shoulder. “But you owe me for the condom, right? Care to lend me your boy toy for a video?” 


Lana glanced at me and frowned. “Well, he’s not really my boy toy. He’s my coworker, and we had a pretty good date tonight. But… I did kind of leave him with blue balls. Unintentionally.” She added the last word quickly to assure me. “I was coming after him. I thought maybe he’d gone to the bathroom to take care of his… needs.” 


“Oh, so that’s the story.” Anne said, turning to look at me. “You two didn’t fuck after all?” 


“Oh, we did.” Lana assured her. “But I fell asleep after he got me there.” 


Anne raised her eyebrow at me and smiled. “Well, aren’t you a gentleman?” She laughed. 


I laughed. I didn’t know what else to do. 


“What do you say we pay Lana back by giving her some blue balls of her own?” Anne asked. 


“Uh… I’m not… I’m not like a porn star or anything.” I said, struggling to come up with the right words or think at all. 


“You look like you’re packing some decent heat.” Anne said, her eyes dropping low and returning to my face. “And you look like you’re in decent enough shape. The guys in these videos don’t have to be amazing. If anything, it helps if they’re not. The fantasy is you could be one of my viewers, not a professional.” 


“I’m definitely not a professional.” I said, agreeing. 


“Perfect.” She said, smiling. “So you’ll do it?” 


“Oh, uh… I’m not… I could never be in one of those videos.” I said, stammering my way through a firmer rejection this time. “I don’t want my face and dick all over the internet.” 


“No problem there. I’ve got a mask you can wear.” Anne said, answering my objections with a reasonable rebuttal every time I raised one. My dick was starting to win the argument, and my brain was losing. 


“I don’t want to mess anything up with Lana.” I said. “We just went out once, and I was hoping for a second date.” 


“Oh, you’re getting a second date.” Lana said. “Don’t say no on my account. I… I told you my fantasy.” 


Threesome porn. Shit. Was I about to get a threesome? I felt ready to burst already, and my dick wasn’t even out of my shorts yet. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my shaking nerves and think with my big brain, not my porn-logic-driven lower brain. 


Anne smiled. “Come on.” She said, taking Lana’s hand and pulling her toward Anne’s bedroom. Lana, in turn, grabbed my hand and pulled me through the door. I stumbled in after them, and Lana shut the door behind me, pushing me toward the bed with a laugh as Anne caught me and squeezed my upper arms. 


“Mmm.” Anne said. “Are you strong, Julio? Do you think you can lift me?” 


“Uh…” I examined her body and tried to guess her weight. With her height, she was probably somewhere between one hundred and one hundred fifty. My disbelieving brain couldn’t narrow it to anything more precise. “Maybe?” 


Anne giggled. 


“What do you want us to do?” Lana asked. 


“Hold on.” Anne said, and she sat at her desk. A moment later, her printer whirled to life, and she passed us a sheet of paper. “Releases.” She said. “Legal stuff, short and sweet.” 


I read over it. My legalese wasn’t perfect, but it boiled down to us giving her permission to have us in the video, giving her distribution rights to the video, and giving us royalties based on the performance of the video, payable quarterly. The more views the video made, the more money we made. I wasn’t really concerned about the money. As a ‘masked’ performer, my identity was guaranteed, so I looked at Lana, who was already signing. 


Surprised; I signed, too. Anne took the form and handed me a mask. I put it on. The half-face mask slid over my eyes, distorting my identity to any of the viewers. Though, with Lana and Anne on screen? No one would be trying to look at me. 


“What do you want us to do?” Lana asked, her voice slightly nervous now. Or was it eager? 


“I want you to lay on the bed facing the wall, all the way over. Yeah, that’s good. With your back to us.” Anne said. She gestured, and Lana followed her instructions after dropping her robe. She was naked beneath it. Not a stitch of clothing. My hard-on ached for relief. 


“Where do you want me?” I asked. 


“In my mouth to start.” Anne said, smiling. “Do you think you’re good for two orgasms?” 


“Oh, uh… maybe? I don’t know.” I said, answering as honestly as I could. 


“You should probably take your necklace off.” Anne said. “And your clothes. Do you have any tattoos we need to cover with makeup?” 


Dazedly, I followed her instructions, hesitating momentarily as I held the chain with my wedding rings on it. This was insane. Was I really about to perform in a porno? My late wife Charlie would have thought this was crazy. My current nanny-with-benefits would be proud of me. Lana was apparently thinking more of herself than me, already lying in position with her hand between her legs. Anne was prepping lights and cameras, moving about the room without a stitch of clothing except the choker she put on. I felt lightheaded. 


I took off my shirt, and my shorts, sighing with relief as my dick sprang free when my underwear fell with my shorts. 


Anne smiled at me. “See? You’re packing heat.” 


I took a deep breath but blushed at the compliment. “Seriously, though. Where uh… where should I be?” 


“Oh, you can lay on the bed next to Lana. Just lie on your back, dick up.” Anne said. 


I moved to the bed and laid down, my arm against Lana’s back with my hand at the top of her butt. “You’re sure you’re okay with this?” I asked her, keeping my voice low as Anne fiddled with her recording software. 


“Are you kidding?” Lana asked, her voice husky as we basked in the lights. “I’m dripping right now. Are you okay with this? I know it’s a lot…” 


“It is…” I said, still breathing heavily. “But… it’s kinda fun and exciting?” 


Lana laughed. “Well, congratulations mister porn star. Let’s hope you don’t get too excited.” 


I laughed, making Anne look up from her work. 


“Almost done here.” She assured us. “You can stroke yourself if you start losing enthusiasm.” 


I hadn’t lost any enthusiasm. On the contrary, this close to naked Lana? My hard-on was here to stay. It ached for relief, and I had a hard time being patient. 


“Okay, so I’m going to come in and sit on the edge of the bed.” Anne said, standing beside her computer as she gestured. “We’re going to pretend you’re my roommate’s boyfriend, spending the night, and I’m sneaking in to see what all the fuss is about. Just let me do the talking.” 


I nodded. 


“I’m going to play with your dick.” Anne said, her voice husky. “I’m going to suck on it a bit, and I’m going to give you a hickey on your chest for sure. That’s like… my thing.” 


“Okay…” I said. At least it wouldn’t be on my neck. 


“Then I’m going to straddle you and ride you.” She said. “Let me do all the work. You just have to lie there.” 


“Are you sure?” Lana asked. “He does some pretty good work.” 


Anne laughed. “I’m sure.” She said. “Are you okay with all of that, Julio?” 


“Uh… yeah, I guess.” I said, still trying to picture it in my head. It sounded like all I had to do was lie here and enjoy her attention. That sounded easy enough. 


Anne approached the bed and covered Lana and me with a sheet. 


“What do I do?” Lana asked. 


“You’re going to lie there and pretend to be asleep.” Anne said, patting Lana’s hip. “I hope you enjoy your blue balls.” She winked at me when she said it. 


“Aw.” Lana said, bemoaning her role. 


“Just don’t snore or make too much noise. If it sounds too fake, we'll have to reshoot, and it ruins the mood.” Anne explained. 


“Fine.” Lana said, resigned. “Get on it with it then. And I want a free copy of this video.” 


Anne laughed and scooted toward her door. She dimmed the lights, and the cameras around the bed started blinking their red recording lights with a stroke from her keyboard. Then, she stiffened and got into character.


I half expected her to glide toward the bed, but she crept and tiptoed as if trespassing into someone else’s room. A silly prospect, considering her viewers must have seen this decor before. Still, it was a lie she told with the expectation of their willing belief. They were in on the deception and enjoyed it not in spite of their awareness but because of the sense of control and belonging it gave them.


She paused as she reached the bed and whispered. “Aw. Did my roommate turn you down again? She’s such a bitch.” 


I inhaled through my nose at the name-calling, not expecting it, but Anne kept going. She sat on the edge of the bed and placed her hand on my thigh. Her fingers were warm and strong as they rubbed against my tense muscles. 


“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” Anne said, sliding her hand up my thigh. “I’ll take good care of you.” 


My dick felt as though it might break steel.  


“I can’t believe she always leaves you with blue balls.” Anne said, continuing her monologue as she pulled the sheet away and rubbed my leg. “I should sneak in here every night and take care of you properly.” She winked. “If I do, you’ll take care of me, right?” She asked but didn’t give me a chance to answer as she pressed her finger against my lips in a hush gesture. 


She drew her fingernail across my lips, over my chin, down my chest, over my stomach, through my pubes, and wrapped her hand around my dick as if it tried to escape. She stroked me, and I gripped the bedsheet at her firm grip milking my dick. 


She pumped her arm slowly, jacking me off at a steady pace as she watched my chest breathe. 


“Oh…” She said, smiling. “Yeah. You’ll take care of me. You’ll give me this nice dick whenever I need it, won’t you?” She asked, obviously not expecting an answer. “That frigid girlfriend of yours can share you. I’ll be a free-use slut for you. Her too, if she’s into that. You don’t even have to ask. Just pull me onto your lap whenever you want.”


I inhaled sharply as she reached for my hand and took it. She pumped my dick with one hand and moved my arm with her other. She placed my hand on her face. I cupped her cheek, stroking her face with my thumb. She sucked my thumb into her mouth, closing her eyes as if it were the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted. I closed my eyes, clenching every muscle to stave off my building eruption. 


“I can tell you’re about to pop.” Anne whispered. “It’s okay. You don’t have to hold it in. Here, let me make sure we don’t make a mess.” 


She scooted down, letting go of my dick for a moment. I curled up to follow her with my eyes, but she gestured for me to lie back. I did and closed my eyes as she breathed against my cock. Her warm breath felt good against the underside in a steady flow. Her breath embraced me before her lips, but they parted, and her mouth descended, taking my cock into her mouth. 


She rolled her tongue and sucked, nearly draining the life from me like a straw. I held back out of sheer awe for two, maybe three bobs of her head before she pressed a finger under my balls, and I exploded. I gave her no warning, but she needed none. She swallowed, then took another blast from me until I finished. Then she held her mouth open to the camera above me, swallowed again, and showed her empty mouth. 


That move seemed more popular than I realized. 


My eyes fluttered shut, and I melted into the bed beneath me, finally realizing how warm Lana’s body was near my side and how soft Anne’s mattress was. I took a deep breath, and Anne giggled. She crawled along my body, trailing kisses as she went, but stopped when she got to my neck. She used her tongue against my skin like she was drilling for oil, and when she found the spot that made me twitch, she closed her teeth, and fangs, on it in a gentle nom and sucked. I clenched my ass at the sensation and squeezed my back muscles as she marked me. 


Satisfied with her work, she patted my chest and smiled, showing her fangs. She signed her hickey with a kiss, then hovered for a moment, her lips over mine. I stared into her eyes and noticed the red contacts she’d put in. I opened my lips to comment on them, but Anne descended, kissing me and grinding herself against my lap. I opened my eyes when I felt how hot she was against my dick. My hardness returned as she ground against me, hot and wet. She bit my bottom lip as she pulled away, and my eyelids fluttered beneath the mask.


“You’re an excellent kisser.” She stage-whispered, still pretending that Lana should be asleep, and couldn’t feel Anne’s leg against the back of her calf. “Are you as good at fucking as you are at kissing?” 


I didn’t know if I should answer that, but the question seemed rhetorical, so I remained silent. Anne smiled and raked her fingernails over my chest in a delightful motion across my chest hair and now fluttering heart. I put my hand on her thigh and squeezed, making her surge upward to stand on her knees. She reached under herself, finding my dick as she wrapped her hand around it and nestled me against her. 


“Shhh.” She said, holding her other hand’s index finger to her lips as she sank onto me. She was tight, hot, and wet, and she moaned loud enough to wake the dead. “Oh, my fucking god, Julio. A real dick always feels so much better than a dildo.” 


Lana took a deep breath beside me and turned slightly, but Anne didn’t stop. She rolled her hips slowly over my lap, stroking herself with my dick as she fucked me, moaning the entire time. 


“What’s going on?” Lana asked as if waking up from sleeping. “What’re you doing to my boyfriend?” 


Anne laughed, obviously playing along and deciding to change the plan. “I’m giving him a real pussy to fuck you ice-queen. And mmm….” Anne closed her eyes and opened her mouth to make a throaty noise of pleasure to the ceiling. “He’s good.” 


“And you let her?” Lana asked, turning toward me. 


I didn’t know what to say or do, so I said nothing. 


Lana smiled. I had no idea what she had planned, but the porn-logic of their improv scene carried them through. “Well, I won’t let you get her off without giving me what’s mine.” Lana declared. “Enjoy that dick. He’s better with his tongue anyway.” Lana scooted, curling her legs so she moved overhead. I realized what she had planned and nodded. 


She straddled my face, and I tilted my head back to meet my lips to her scorching pussy lips. She was wet before my tongue entered her, and I stroked her from clit to hole with it several times before I let the upper half of my mouth kiss and suck, and the lower half helped my tongue pressure her bud. 


Lana whimpered, leaning forward. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I pictured her and Anne holding hands above me, using each other to hold steady as Anne rode my dick and Lana rode my face. 


I was in heaven, trying to remember to do more than lay there with my mouth open as Lana trembled above me. I moved my hands to her ass, squeezing it, then reaching up, blindly fondling the first breast I found. It was Anne’s. She cooed and hissed. Lana gave a sharp cry of pleasure and quivered, clamping her thighs to either side of my head. The noises of the room cut off, replaced by her racing pulse, as she ground against my face. 


Meanwhile, Anne ground herself against me, sinking down and rolling her hips so fast I wondered if she was trying to break my cock off in her pussy. I moaned, releasing my pleasure into Lana’s slick cunt with the vibration of it that caused her to scream out her pleasure as she came, soaking my face. 


Anne’s internal grip on my dick doubled, squeezing me for everything she was worth in a fluttering, quaking orgasm. I didn’t think about it. I let my orgasm tear through me, too. I exploded, feeling myself fill her as the hot and sweaty bodies above me shifted and moved. 


“Fuck.” Anne said quietly. “It’s dripping everywhere. Good thing I can’t get pregnant.” 


My eyes snapped open, the thought not having occurred to me. 


“Everyone knows vampires can’t get pregnant.” Anne said, winking at me. I stared at her. 


She laughed, reached past me, took up a remote control, and pressed a button. The camera lights turned off as she waved at them, looking down the barrel as she did it. 


Lana laughed. 


I took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about getting a condom.” 


“It’s okay. I wanted to do it raw. It’s better for the video. Also, I’ve got my IUD, so we’re fine, and I know you’re clean.” She patted my chest. 


Lana took a deep breath. “Holy shit, Anne. Did we really just do that?” 


Anne laughed. “It’s on video.” She said, pointing to the camera. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you see it before I post it.” 


Lana smiled. I still didn’t know how to react to the idea. 


“Scoot over.” Anne said, nudging Lana to the side. Lana scooted, as did I when Anne directed me. She laid down next to me and pulled my mask off, looking up at me. “You doing okay, Julio?” 


“Yeah.” I said. “I think I’m still in shock.” 


Lana giggled, nestling into me from my right side while Anne draped herself over my left. Their breasts pressed against my ribs, and my dick already surged with new life, even though the rest of me was exhausted. 


“Am I a porn star now?” I asked, turning to look at Anne. 


Anne laughed and condescendingly shook her head. “No, Julio. But you did help me make a video, so you’re a porn actor for sure. It takes a lot more success to be a star. That’s a full-time gig.” 


I laughed. 


“What a great company dynamic.” I said, laughing at my own joke. 


Lana laughed. “Oh my god, we cannot tell Bill about this.” 


We looked at each other, and both lost it at the same moment, dying from laughter until it cooled under Anne’s scrutiny. I spotted a dark spot on Lana’s neck and nodded toward it. “You might have to cover that up at work on Monday.” 


Lana glanced at Anne. “Well, somebody likes marking their lovers.” 


“Did you two…” 


“We made out.” Lana admitted. “It was kinda hot. And you’re really good with your tongue. You were driving me crazy.” 


I smiled. “You’re welcome?” 


Anne laughed and looked at Lana. “You’re welcome anytime.” She gave Lana a wink. “You too, if it’s okay with Lana.” 


“I’ll think about it.” Lana said, not committing. I felt I couldn’t either. “Come on. I’m thirsty.” She said, patting my chest. 


“Aw…” Anne moaned. “I’m tired. Can’t we just lie here for a second and cuddle?” 


“You want to cuddle?” Lana asked, the two of them having their conversation over me as I relaxed on Anne’s bed between them. 


“Well… yeah. I know it’s a job, but that doesn’t mean I enjoy feeling used.” Anne said defensively. “I need some emotional support here.” 


Lana laughed and reached across me to rub Anne’s arm. Anne cuddled into me, and I closed my eyes. I still couldn’t believe that happened. What the fuck had I just done? I hadn’t starred, exactly, but played a supporting role in an amateur porno? Was that something okay to do? The last few days felt like such a whirlwind, and my mind raced round and round between Penny, Lana, and Anne in a whirlpool until I sank into the abyss of sleep without meaning to. I didn’t wake up until the following morning.