Hello all, ok some of you may know that I have been having some health issues for the past year, recently I had a very close call luckily I had good friends watching out for me and I am back home recuperating. I also wanted to take this time to thank all my friends and supporters
I also have a important announcement.
A couple of months ago I met an amazing lady at one of my favorite book stores and after a few lunches we discovered we had a lot in common, one of them being a love for erotic art and stories. when she found out what kind of stories I write and draw she became very interested in this genre. while still working on her artistic skills this young lady is a very talented writer and we have decided to collaborate on a story together. I showed her some of my recent work and she was very interested in doing the story for BABYSITTER BRAWL, So as a special treat I will be posting part one of the newly written story and the second part will posted with the comic for part two of BABYSITTER BRAWL PRT2.
So it is my genuine pleasure to introduce my new writer Titti Sprinkles
BABYSITTER BRAWL prt1
By Titti Sprinkles
Barbie’s hand runs delicately under the floral welcome mat that adorns the Johnson’s front porch. It only takes her a brief moment to locate the gold key that is haphazardly tossed beneath it. Her fingers tremble in excitement as she slides the key into the front door and silently twists the knob. Her heart is pounding, but not out of fear as much as excitement. Rick hasn’t seen her in almost three months and she can vividly imagine how he will react when he finds her sprawled naked across his enormous bed. A surge of energy flows violently through her at the thought and she can feel a dampness slowly spreading across her lace panties. Memories of past encounters flood her mind as she tip toes back to the bedroom, dropping articles of clothing behind her to lead him to her when he arrives home. All that is left when she reaches for the door is her black and red G-string and the pearl necklace he gave to her as a sign of his devotion.
It takes her a brief moment to realize the door is already cracked. Mr. Johnson is very private and always keeps his door shut as to keep out his twin sons. Her hand snaps back and her breath catches in her throat. Has he returned early? Not likely considering his long hours. Is his wife home? The thought frightens her on some level, but not as much as she knows it should. She feels a sense of smug assurance as she recalls all the times she talked her way out of these situations before. It might be a little harder in the nude, but not impossible. She presses her ear to the door, listening for any sign that will reveal the inhabitant of the dark room. Sounds of raspy breathing are followed by a short, yet intense, moan. More questions arise as Barbie remembers how many times Rick has insisted that his wife lacks interest in sexual endeavors. Maybe there is more to the story than he is aware of. Curiosity finally overcomes her and she flings open the door, immediately flicking on the lights.
A startled gasp escapes her full lips. To her utter astonishment, neither Mr. or Mrs. Johnson are in the room. Lying on top of the plush white comforter is a beautiful stranger, wearing nothing more than Barbie herself. In fact, she is even wearing a pearl necklace identical to hers. Her underwear have been pushed to the side and her long fingers are shoved deeply inside her bare pussy.
Anger and jealousy well up inside of Barbie as she tries to put together the pieces of a chaotic puzzle. This must be Malati, the Indonesian exchange student that has taken over her babysitting position over the summer. Barbie blushes at the recollection that just seconds ago she considered this thieving slut to be beautiful. Although a part of her wants to run away in shame, she has never been one to walk away from what she desires, and she hungers for Rick more than ever.
Malati looks as shocked as her and neither girl is quick to speak. The girl pulls the edge of the blanket towards her in a failed attempt to hide her nakedness and deliberate sexual exploration. She doesn’t look ashamed per se, instead, her delicate oval face displays a look of confusion and irritation. A smirk crosses Barbie’s lips as she finally gathers the strength and clarity to take on this bitch.
“Who the fuck are you!?” Barbie nearly shouts, holding a solid stance and not hiding a single inch of her creamy white skin.
“I was wondering the same thing…” Malati calmly replies. Frustration and anger explode across her face, but neither emotion is evident in her voice.
It’s clear to both girls that no matter what is said, this is destined to end poorly. Another round of silence ensues and Barbie briefly sizes up Malati. She isn’t tall, but her body is lithe and toned. Locks of wavy black hair flow across shoulders and settle just above her perky breasts. In the center of her chest, the dangling string of plump white pearls announce a challenge that Barbie is more than ready to accept.
Malati is clearly on the same page, but before she has the chance to act on it, Barbie dashes forward and leaps onto the bed, shoving her backwards. She quickly swings one of her long, smooth legs over Malati’s narrow hips and presses her pelvis hard against Malati’s. Unfortunately, Barbie isn’t fast enough to grab both of Malati’s wrists before she catches a handful of her silky blond hair and pulls it backwards.
A squeal echoes across the room and rage wells up inside of Barbie. She firmly grabs a hold of Malati’s arm and digs her long red nails into the smooth curve of her wrist, pulling downward. Malati quickly releases her grasp, but not before yanking Barbie sideways and throwing her off balance.
Barbie’s legs are still tightly clasped around Malati’s waist as she falls to the side. This briefly turns out to be an advantage for Malati who then proceeds to push Barbie onto her back and thrusts her slender arms hard into the bed. However, Malati’s hips are now locked in place and she can feel Barbie’s heels digging into her well rounded ass. This presses her forward even more, leaving no space between their steady breasts.
Although Barbie is trapped beneath Malati, she has a solid hold of her lean frame. She can feel Malati struggling to break free without any success. The more she squirms, the tighter Barbie pulls, until she can feel Malati’s pelvis rubbing rhythmically against her. Unexpectedly, the dampness between her legs increases and a confused moan slips out before she can conceal it. Malati doesn’t even flinch. She uses this moment of weakness to her advantage and presses herself even harder into Barbie until it is obvious that she is about to lose control.
A final swing of Malati’s hips leaves Barbie trembling and thrusting herself forward with a primal scream that releases her steady grip. Malati promptly swings her legs over Barbie, leaving her temporarily incapacitated. Barbie’s pale cheeks have developed two distinct pools of crimson that sweep up across the tips of her ears. She no longer stares confidently into Malati’s chocolate eyes, but instead gazes down in shame and what appears to be resignation. Malati loosens her grip slightly, debating whether to let Barbie leave with what is left of her dignity.
That’s all it takes for Barbie to regain the upper hand. She bucks Malati off of her and wraps her fingers tightly in Malati’s obsidian waves. She pushes her down, this time face first and crawls on top of her
