Breeding The Tight Babysitter-2

ALICE

I was still lying on the family couch, legs spread obscenely, Dominic’s thick cum leaking out of my freshly fucked pussy onto the cushion where his wife Claire usually sat every evening. The reality of what I’d just done hit me like a truck.

“Oh my god…” I whispered, voice shaking. Tears burned my eyes. “What did we just do? Your wife… your kids sleep right upstairs.”

Dominic stood over me, his cock still half-hard and glistening with our mixed juices. He didn’t look guilty. He looked hungry.

“Get up,” he ordered. “We’re not done.”

“Mr. Dominic… please,” I begged, even as fresh shame made my pussy clench and push more of his cum out. “This is wrong. If Claire ever finds out, she’ll destroy me. She’ll tell everyone I’m a homewrecker. I’ll never get another babysitting job again. My parents will disown me.”

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. Cum ran down my inner thighs as he dragged me upstairs toward the master bedroom — the room he shared with his wife.

“Shut up and walk,” he growled. “You loved every second of my cock stretching that tight little cunt. Don’t pretend you’re innocent now.”

He pushed me inside the master bedroom and locked the door. The sight of Claire’s things everywhere made me feel physically sick. Her perfume on the dresser. Her robe hanging on the bathroom door. Their wedding photo on the nightstand.

Dominic opened Claire’s drawer and pulled out a expensive red lace lingerie set.

“Put this on,” he commanded.

I hesitated, tears falling now. “This is her lingerie… I can’t.”

“You can and you will.” His voice was dark. “Put it on or I’ll send you home right now with my cum still dripping out of you.”

With trembling hands, I slipped into his wife’s sexy red lingerie. The lace felt wrong against my skin. Dominic’s eyes darkened with lust as he looked at me.

“Get on the bed. On your back. Spread your legs.”

I obeyed, shame burning through me. He took out his phone and started recording.

“Smile for the camera, Alice. Tell everyone how much you love fucking a married man in his own bed.”

I shook my head, crying harder. “Please don’t film me… if this ever gets out, my life is over.”

He climbed on top of me anyway, pushing my legs wider. He rubbed his thick cock up and down my cum-slick pussy, then thrust in hard.

“Fuck!” I cried out, back arching. Even after the first round, he still felt huge.

He started pounding me mercilessly, the bed creaking loudly — the same bed he slept in with his wife. Every deep thrust made wet, filthy sounds as his cum from earlier was pushed in and out of me.

“Tell the camera the truth,” he demanded, filming my face and bouncing tits. “Tell it how much tighter your pussy is than my wife’s.”

I was sobbing and moaning at the same time. “It’s tighter… so much tighter… I’m such a disgusting whore…”

Dominic fucked me harder, slamming into me like an animal. “That’s right. You’re my young, tight fucktoy now. Claire hasn’t made me cum this hard in years.”

He flipped me over, shoved my face into Claire’s pillow, and took me from behind like a dog. The smell of her shampoo filled my nose as he railed me.

“I’m going to breed you tonight,” he growled, gripping my hips bruisingly. “Fill this barely legal pussy with so much cum you’ll be leaking for days.”

The guilt was crushing me. I felt dirty. Worthless. But my body kept betraying me. I came hard around his cock, squirting messily onto their expensive sheets while crying.

Dominic groaned and buried himself to the hilt. “Take it, you little homewrecker.”

He exploded inside me, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum deep into my womb. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, making sure every drop stayed inside.

When he finally pulled out, a massive flood of his cum poured out of my ruined pussy onto his marital bed.

I broke down completely, curling into a ball and sobbing. “What have I done…? If your wife finds out, she’ll ruin my life. Everyone will know me as the slut who fucked a married father.”

Dominic set his phone down and pulled me against his chest, stroking my hair almost tenderly.

“That’s the thrill, baby. The risk. But if you ever tell anyone, I’ll deny everything. I’ll say you seduced me. Who do you think people will believe? The respected businessman or the 20-year-old babysitter?”

His words sent ice through my veins.

He kissed my forehead and whispered, “Now be a good girl and clean my cock with your mouth before we go again.”

I hated myself more than ever… but I still crawled between his legs and took his cum-covered cock into my mouth, tasting both of us.

This was only the first night.

By the time his wife came back, I would be completely ruined — mentally, emotionally, and physically addicted to a man I could never have.

And the worst part?

A dark, twisted part of me was already excited for tomorrow.