Breeding The Tight Babysitter-5

ALICE

I was spiraling.

Four days had passed since the last time, and I still couldn’t look at myself in the mirror without feeling nauseous. My pussy was constantly sore. Bruises in the shape of Dominic’s fingerprints marked my hips and thighs. I had deleted and reinstalled his contact at least ten times, but I always ended up answering when he called.

Tonight was the worst one yet.

Claire was away again — this time for a two-day work conference. Dominic told me to come over after the kids were asleep. I tried to say no. I really did. I sat in my car for twenty minutes crying before I finally walked into their house like the pathetic slut I had become.

The second I stepped inside, Dominic grabbed me by the throat and shoved me against the wall.

“You’re late,” he growled, already pulling my dress up. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about this tight babysitter pussy.”

“Dominic, please,” I begged, tears already falling. “I can’t keep doing this. I feel like I’m dying inside. Every time I see your kids smiling at me, I want to disappear. I’m destroying your family. I’m destroying myself.”

He didn’t care.

He dragged me straight to the master bedroom and threw me onto the bed. Then he did something that made my blood run cold — he opened Claire’s closet and pulled out her wedding dress. The beautiful white gown she wore when she married him.

“Put it on,” he ordered.

I stared at him in horror. “No… Dominic, that’s too far. That’s her wedding dress. I can’t—”

He slapped me across the face. Not hard enough to bruise, but hard enough to shock me.

“Put. It. On.”

Sobbing, I slipped into Claire’s wedding dress. It was too big on me, but the symbolism made me feel like the lowest form of human trash. Dominic’s eyes lit up with dark lust as he looked at me.

He pushed me onto my back, hiked the expensive white fabric up around my waist, and slammed his thick cock into me without any warning.

“Fuck!” I screamed, the stretch still overwhelming even after everything he’d done to me.

He fucked me brutally in his wife’s wedding dress. The bed slammed against the wall as he pounded my pussy raw. Every violent thrust made wet, obscene sounds as my juices coated his shaft.

“Look at you,” he snarled, filming me again. “Wearing my wife’s wedding dress while I destroy your cunt. You’re the ultimate homewrecker, Alice.”

I cried harder, mascara running down my face. “I hate myself… I’m such a worthless whore… I don’t deserve to live after this…”

Dominic fucked me even harder, like my shame turned him on more. He made me repeat filthy things while he railed me:

“I’m tighter than your wife.”

“I love fucking a married man.”

“I want you to breed me behind Claire’s back.”

Each confession broke something deeper inside me. But my body kept betraying me. I came violently — squirting all over Claire’s wedding dress, soaking the expensive fabric. The sight made me cry even harder.

Dominic groaned in satisfaction. He pulled out, flipped me over, and fucked me doggy style while pushing my face into Claire’s pillow.

“I’m going to cum so deep inside you tonight,” he panted. “I want you walking around with my baby growing inside you while you pretend to be the innocent babysitter.”

The twisted words sent me over the edge again. I came screaming, my pussy gushing and spasming around his cock as self-loathing consumed me.

Dominic buried himself to the hilt and unloaded. Thick, heavy ropes of cum flooded my womb. He kept grinding, making sure it stayed deep, breeding me like he promised.

When he finally pulled out, I collapsed on the bed, completely broken. Cum poured out of me onto the wedding dress and sheets.

But Dominic still wasn’t done.

He made me crawl on my hands and knees to the bathroom and clean his cock with my mouth while he sat on the edge of the tub. Then he fucked my throat until I gagged and cried.

As I was still on my knees choking on him, we both heard the front door open downstairs.

Claire’s voice called out, “Honey? I caught an earlier flight! Surprise!”

Pure terror shot through me.

Dominic’s eyes widened for a split second before he smirked. He quickly pushed me into the master bathroom closet and closed the door.

“Stay quiet if you want to keep your life,” he whispered harshly.

I crouched there naked, except for his wife’s cum-stained wedding dress bunched around my waist, Dominic’s fresh load still leaking heavily down my thighs. I heard Claire come upstairs. I heard them kissing. I heard her laughing about how much she missed him.

I sat there in the dark for almost forty minutes, shaking and crying silently, while Dominic fucked his wife in the same bed he had just destroyed me on.

When they finally fell asleep, I snuck out through the back door like a thief, still leaking his cum, still wearing pieces of Claire’s wedding dress under my coat.

I drove home crying so hard I had to pull over twice.

This wasn’t a fantasy anymore.

This was real destruction.

I had become a secret mistress. A homewrecker. A broken toy for a man who didn’t care if he ruined me.

And the most terrifying truth?

Even as I cried myself to sleep that night, my hand slipped between my legs and I touched myself to the memory of him breeding me in his wife’s wedding dress.

I was completely lost.