Breeding The Tight Babysitter-3

ALICE

The next morning, I woke up in the guest room with dried cum crusted on my thighs and a deep, aching soreness between my legs. Dominic had fucked me three more times during the night — once in the shower, once bent over the bathroom counter, and once while I cried into his wife’s pillow. I felt disgusting. Used. Like a cheap whore who had thrown away every bit of self-respect.

I stared at myself in the mirror. My neck had hickeys. My wrists had faint bruises from where he’d held me down. Worst of all, my pussy was still leaking his cum.

“I have to stop this,” I whispered to my reflection. “If Claire finds out, my life is finished. She’ll tell all the other moms. I’ll be known as the babysitter who fucked a married man in his own house. My future will be destroyed.”

But when Dominic came downstairs while the kids were eating breakfast, the dark look he gave me made my pussy clench despite everything.

The day passed in torture. I played with Emma and Noah like nothing was wrong, while Dominic worked from home. Every time he passed me, he would brush against my ass or whisper filthy things.

By 6 PM, the kids were exhausted and in bed early. Dominic got a text and smirked.

“Claire’s flight got delayed. She won’t be home until late tonight. We have time.”

My stomach twisted. “Dominic… please. We can’t keep doing this. I feel sick every time I look at your kids. I’m ruining a family.”

He ignored my plea and grabbed me by the waist, dragging me into the kitchen — the same kitchen where Claire cooked family dinners every Sunday.

He bent me over the marble counter and yanked my shorts and panties down in one rough motion.

“Look at this messy little cunt,” he growled, spreading my ass cheeks. “Still full of my cum from last night.”

“Dominic, stop—” I begged, but my voice was weak.

He slapped my ass hard, making me yelp. Then he rubbed his thick cock up and down my slit and slammed inside me without warning.

“Fuck!” I cried out, gripping the edge of the counter as he stretched me open again.

He started pounding me immediately, hard and deep. The sound of his hips slapping against my ass echoed through the quiet kitchen. Every brutal thrust pushed me against the cold marble.

“You’re going to squirt on my kitchen floor like the dirty slut you are,” he grunted, one hand fisting my hair, the other reaching around to rub my clit viciously.

Tears ran down my face. “This is so wrong… your wife could come home any minute. If she catches us, I’m finished. My reputation, my future — everything will be destroyed.”

“That’s what makes it so fucking hot,” he groaned, fucking me even harder. “Knowing I’m ruining a 20-year-old girl while my wife is on her way home.”

The risk pushed me over the edge. I came violently, squirting all over the kitchen floor like he wanted. Clear fluid sprayed down my legs and pooled on the tiles where Claire would walk later.

Dominic didn’t stop. He kept railing me through my orgasm, the wet squelching sounds obscene.

“Tell me you’re my personal cumdump,” he demanded.

“I’m your cumdump,” I sobbed, broken. “I’m a worthless homewrecker.”

He pulled out suddenly, spun me around, and lifted me onto the counter. He shoved back inside me, fucking me face to face while staring into my tear-filled eyes.

“I’m going to breed you before Claire gets home,” he growled. “Fill this young pussy so full you’ll be dripping my cum when you leave tonight.”

I came again from the filthy words and overwhelming shame. My pussy clenched hard around him as I cried out.

Dominic buried himself deep and roared as he came, pumping thick, heavy loads of cum straight into my womb. He stayed inside me, grinding, making sure it stayed deep.

When he finally pulled out, a huge amount of his cum gushed out of me onto the kitchen floor, mixing with my squirt.

“Clean it up,” he ordered.

I stared at him in horror. “What?”

“Get on your knees and lick our mess off the floor like the pathetic slut you’ve become.”

The humiliation burned. But I was too broken to fight anymore. I got on my knees on the cold tile and licked up our combined juices while Dominic filmed it on his phone.

As I was still on my knees, we heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.

Claire was home early.

Panic exploded through me. I scrambled to pull up my shorts, but Dominic’s cum was still pouring down my legs.

“Hide in the pantry,” he whispered urgently. “Now!”

I barely made it inside the walk-in pantry before the front door opened. I stood there in the dark, shaking, with Dominic’s fresh load leaking heavily down my thighs onto the pantry floor.

I heard Claire’s voice. “Honey, I’m home! The flight got in early.”

My heart nearly stopped as I heard her footsteps heading toward the kitchen.

Through the small crack in the pantry door, I watched in terror as Claire walked right past the mess on the floor, nearly stepping in it.

Dominic smoothly distracted her, pulling her into a hug and leading her toward the living room.

I waited five agonizing minutes before slipping out the back door, cum still running down my legs, my clothes disheveled, and my soul feeling completely shattered.

I cried the entire drive home.

This wasn’t just sex anymore.

I had become a secret mistress. A homewrecker. A toy for a married man who didn’t care about destroying me.

And the most terrifying part?

Even as I cried, my pussy was still throbbing, already missing the feeling of his cock.

I didn’t know how much longer I could keep this secret.

Or how much more of myself I would lose before it all exploded.