Breeding The Tight Babysitter-1

ALICE

The house was finally quiet.

I had just tucked little Emma and Noah into bed, reading them two extra stories until their eyes grew heavy. Now the only sounds were the low hum of the fridge and my own nervous breathing as I sat on the living room couch in my tiny denim shorts and tight white tank top.

Dominic was supposed to be home thirty minutes ago. His wife, Claire, was away for the weekend at her sister’s bachelorette party. It was just me and him in this big, beautiful house.

I knew I should leave. I had been babysitting for the past six months, and lately the way Dominic looked at me had changed. His stares lingered too long on my legs, my chest, my lips. He was forty-one, married, successful, and dangerously handsome. I was just twenty. His kids’ babysitter.

This was wrong.

The front door clicked open. Dominic stepped inside, loosening his tie, his eyes immediately finding me on the couch. His gaze darkened as it traveled down my body.

“Alice,” he said, voice low and rough. “Kids asleep?”

I nodded, suddenly very aware of how short my shorts were. “Yeah. They went down pretty easily tonight.”

He closed the door behind him and locked it. The sound felt final. He dropped his suit jacket on the chair and walked toward me, stopping just a few feet away.

“You can head home if you want,” he said, but he didn’t sound like he meant it.

I stood up, biting my lip. “I… I can stay a little longer if you need me to.”

Dominic’s eyes dropped to my chest, where my hard nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. “I do need you, Alice.”

My heart hammered. “Mr. Dominic… we shouldn’t—”

He closed the distance and cupped my face with one large hand. “I’ve been thinking about this for months. Every time I come home and see you in these tiny shorts, bending over to pick up toys, I get so fucking hard it hurts.”

His words sent heat rushing between my legs. I knew I should push him away. He was married. He had a wife. Kids. But the way he was looking at me made my pussy throb.

“I’m only twenty,” I whispered weakly.

“I know.” His thumb brushed my lower lip. “That’s what makes it so fucking filthy.”

He kissed me.

It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry, possessive, like he had been holding back for too long. His tongue pushed into my mouth as he pulled me against his hard body. I moaned softly, my hands gripping his shirt. Guilt twisted in my stomach, but the ache between my thighs was stronger.

Dominic walked me backward until my legs hit the couch — the same couch his wife always sat on when they watched movies together. He sat down and pulled me on top of him, straddling his lap.

“Take your top off,” he ordered.

My hands shook as I pulled the tank top over my head, revealing my perky tits. Dominic groaned and immediately sucked one hard nipple into his mouth, biting down gently.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he muttered against my skin. “So much tighter and younger than my wife.”

He yanked my shorts and panties down in one motion. I was completely naked on his lap while he was still fully dressed. The humiliation made me even wetter.

Dominic freed his cock. It was thick, long, and rock hard, the head already leaking. Much bigger than any boy I’d been with.

“Ride me, Alice,” he growled, gripping my hips. “Show me how much you want your employer’s cock.”

I hesitated, breathing fast. “This is so wrong… your wife—”

“Ride. Me.” His voice was darker now.

I lowered myself onto his thick cock, gasping loudly as he stretched me open. He was so big it almost hurt, but the fullness felt incredible. I sank down slowly until he was buried to the hilt inside my tight pussy.

“Fuck,” Dominic groaned, head falling back. “You’re so much tighter than Claire. So fucking wet for me.”

I started moving, rolling my hips, riding him on the family couch. The wet sounds of my pussy sliding up and down his cock filled the living room. Dominic’s hands gripped my ass hard, guiding me faster.

“Tell me how it feels,” he demanded, eyes locked on where we were joined.

“It feels so good,” I moaned, bouncing harder. “Your cock is so much bigger… it’s stretching me so deep.”

He slapped my ass. “Louder. Tell me how much better I am than those little boys you’ve fucked.”

“You’re so much better,” I gasped, riding him desperately. “I’m such a bad girl for doing this… but I can’t stop.”

Dominic suddenly flipped us, laying me on my back on the couch and spreading my legs wide. He slammed back inside me, fucking me with deep, powerful strokes. The couch creaked under us as he pounded my pussy.

“Look at you,” he growled, watching his thick cock disappear inside me. “Taking married cock like a little slut. Does it turn you on knowing I’m going to cum inside you tonight?”

I whimpered, nodding frantically as pleasure built fast. “Yes… please cum inside me.”

He fucked me harder, one hand around my throat, the other rubbing my clit. I came hard, crying out as my pussy clenched and gushed around him.

Dominic buried himself deep and groaned loudly as he exploded inside me, flooding my young pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum. He kept thrusting through it, pushing every drop deep.

When he finally pulled out, his cum leaked out of my stretched hole onto the couch cushion — right where his wife usually sat.

He looked down at the mess with dark satisfaction, then leaned over and kissed me possessively.

“This is only the beginning, Alice. Tonight you’re staying over. And I’m going to fuck you in every room of this house before my wife comes back.”

My pussy clenched around nothing at his words, already craving more even as guilt flooded me.

I was no longer just the babysitter.

I was now Dominic’s secret fucktoy.