EROTIC TUESDAY- the nanny cam That is, until she lifted he..

EROTIC TUESDAY- the nanny cam

That is, until she lifted her skirt and proceeded to rub it across her panty-covered mound.

A vibrator! In my house! I felt myself getting angry, even as my cock got hard at the sight of the beautiful y0ung woman masturbating on my sofa.

She'd crossed a line. I knew I had to fire her, as much as it pained me to do so.

But as I watched Porchia slowly pull her panties down and insert the vibrator into her pussy, I was conflicted.

Those lips, I thought. That hair. Those eyes.

As angry as I was about the fact that she masturbating while my son slept, I still wished I could hear her. Was she a moaner, a groaner, or a screamer even? That would be bad, of course. In a good way.

Suddenly my eye caught sight of a volume control at the bottom of the video. Surely the camera didn't record audio too? I should of read the instructions.

It did. As I adjusted the volume slider up, I couldn't believe my ears.

The exquisite creature on my couch, my babysitter Porchia, was murmuring my name.

"Sir," she whispered, "fuck me please. Oh yes sir. Give me that big dick."

My cock stiffened as I heard her moan for me.

Surely this must be a case of mistaken identity? There must be a guy at school she was lusting after, or maybe even an actor?

But her next words removed all doubt.

"Fuck me, Mr. Mann !" she groaned in a hoarse whisper that I could still make out distinctly.

That was me, Mr Mann, her employer. There could be no doubt.

I closed the video and weighed my options for a few moments. My brain was telling me to fire her. What I'd witnessed could have put my son in danger. What if there'd been an emergency of some kind? My babysitter would have been caught with her pants down and a vibrator buried in her pussy.

On the other hand, my cock was telling me another story entirely. It was telling me the story of a beautiful, voluptuous curvy coed who thought about me -- and talked dirty to herself! -- while she masturbated.

The next day, when Porchia showed up for work, I still hadn't decided what would win: my brain or my cock. Then, when she'd closed the door behind her and set down her purse, I finally arrived at a decision.

The cock it was....