Breeding The Tight Babysitter-6

ALICE

I knew I was going to hell.

After what happened in Claire’s wedding dress, I tried to disappear. I blocked Dominic’s number. I told my parents I was sick and stayed in bed for two days, crying until my eyes were swollen. My pussy was raw and bruised. Every time I moved, I felt the reminder of how many times he had used me.

But on the third night, Claire texted me.

**Claire:** Hey sweetheart, the kids keep asking for you. Can you come watch them tomorrow night? We have a important dinner. I’ll pay you double 💕

The guilt nearly made me vomit. But I said yes.

Because I was weak.

Because I was addicted.

Because a sick part of me needed to feel Dominic inside me again.

The next evening, I showed up at their house in a simple hoodie and jeans, trying to look as innocent as possible. The kids were excited to see me. I read them stories and tucked them in, feeling like the biggest monster on earth.

The second the front door closed after Claire and Dominic left for their dinner, I got a text.

**Dominic:** Come to the master bedroom. Now. Leave your clothes at the door.

I cried as I stripped naked in their hallway. I walked upstairs completely bare and knelt on their bed like a trained whore.

Dominic came home alone thirty minutes later. Claire had stayed behind for drinks with her friends.

He didn’t say a word. He just took off his belt, tied my hands to the headboard, and spent the next two hours destroying me.

He fucked me in every position imaginable. He made me ride him while telling the camera how much I loved being a homewrecker. He choked me while pounding me into the mattress. He made me squirt all over Claire’s side of the bed twice.

By the end, I was a sobbing, shaking mess covered in sweat and cum.

“I can’t do this anymore,” I whispered hoarsely as he untied me. “I’m breaking, Dominic. I feel suicidal. I look at your kids and I want to die. If Claire finds out, she’ll ruin me forever. I’ll never escape this reputation.”

Dominic stroked my hair almost gently, but his eyes were cold.

“You don’t get to leave, Alice. You’re mine now.”

He pushed me onto my back and slid inside me one final time. Slow and deep. Almost intimate.

“I’m going to cum inside you again,” he whispered. “And you’re going to thank me for it.”

I cried as he filled me, his thick cock pulsing as he pumped the last heavy load deep into my womb. When he pulled out, cum poured out of me onto their sheets.

We were so lost in it that we didn’t hear the front door open.

Claire’s voice suddenly called from downstairs. “Dominic? I came home early. The traffic was terrible.”

Pure panic exploded through both of us.

I scrambled off the bed, cum running down my legs, but there was nowhere to hide. Dominic shoved me into the master bathroom just as Claire’s footsteps reached the top of the stairs.

I stood there naked, shaking, listening as Claire entered the bedroom.

“Baby, why does it smell like sex in here?” she asked, voice suspicious.

My heart stopped.

Dominic lied smoothly. “I was just… taking care of myself while thinking about you.”

Claire laughed softly. “You’re so naughty. Come here.”

I heard them kissing. Then the unmistakable sound of clothes hitting the floor. Claire moaned as Dominic started fucking her on the same bed he had just destroyed me on — my cum and his cum still wet on the sheets.

I stood there in the dark bathroom, listening to him fuck his wife while his load leaked down my thighs. The humiliation was complete.

When they finally finished and fell asleep, I snuck out through the window like a criminal, barefoot and half-dressed, cum still dripping out of me.

That was the last time.

I quit the next morning.

I changed my number. I deleted every photo and video. I told my parents I was moving to another city for school.

But the damage was done.

Two weeks later, rumors started spreading in the neighborhood. Someone had seen me leaving their house late at night. Someone had found a video.

Claire never confronted me directly, but I lost every babysitting job I had. My reputation was ruined. People looked at me like I was trash.

I became exactly what I feared — the slutty babysitter who fucked a married father.

And the worst part?

Even now, months later, when I touch myself at night… I still think about Dominic’s thick cock stretching me open while his wife slept in the next room.

Some mistakes don’t just break you.

They ruin you forever.

The End.