Babysitter Sexy Novels & Stories

"I mean, I am your babysitter starting now." "Babysitter?" She mumbled. "I have plenty of condoms. Wanna have sex and stretch that muscles?" he grinned but still, it's hard for her to see that handsome face.

No way. This isn't happening. My babysitter is none other than my husband, who I don't even clearly know well. "What are you doing here?" I asked, unblinking at for the last minutes as mom went to grab some snacks. "I should be the one asking that." He scoffed, flashing a smile to my mother across the room. Ugh! That billionaire smile that I have a crush on. Just on that! There's nothing more. I just got a thing for a dimpled smile.

He laughed darkly and started choking me from behind, cutting off my air just enough to make my vision spot. “That’s right. That's it. My kids’ babysitter is nothing but a dirty little breeding hole now.” He groaned He fucked me like an animal right there,fast and mean, balls slapping my clit, until I came. I came so hard I squirted all over the playroom floor, soaking the colorful rug. He didn’t pull out. He buried himself deep and unloaded again, pumping fresh hot cum straight into my womb while he growled, “Gonna knock this tight little cunt up one of these weekends. Imagine explaining to my wife why the babysitter’s belly is getting round.”

“You’re bold enough to yell at me and crazy enough to argue with me. That’s rare. And entertaining.” She crossed her arms, refusing to lose. “So you just want entertainment from your secretary?” “No,” he said flatly. “But if you’re going to babysit me—which is basically what secretaries do—I need someone who won’t faint every time I raise my voice.” She almost laughed. Babysit? Really? “Babysit you? Sir, last time I checked, taking care of you is not part of the job description.” Their eyes locked. Lukas, cold and arrogant. Shaina, brave but playful. Neither wanted to back down.

Vanessa sat at the chair she'd stood up from earlier and faced him, her chest heaving up and down. "Relax. I won't charge you for the damages you caused to the book and sitting on my chair without my permission, lady." Jack 'reasssured' her and then took out a document from on of the drawers in the table closest to him. He threw it towards Vanessa who caught it and opened the first page to read its content. It was the contract document that she'd need to sign before becoming the official babysitter/ mommy for Lisa. She started to read carefully and frowned at the contents.

Our tongues battled, tasting salt and desire, her breasts heaving against mine with every shared breath. She broke away, gasping, 'Look at her face, George. She's breaking. Our sweet babysitter, turned into a cock-hungry whore.' Her words sent a fresh gush of arousal through me, my walls clenching around her fingers and his shaft. I ground down, chasing that edge, my own hand reaching back to grope his thigh, urging him deeper.

“Who, not what, we are waiting for Kiara…” “You called your babysitter along?” Natasha asked raising an eyebrow. She was yet to meet Kiara, but everyone in the house heard of how dad hired a babysitter to stop me from getting in trouble “what is she going to do? Stop you from fucking a girl? Or make sure that you use a condom”

Present “Ah B – Baby , you like that baby?” I hear my cousin’s voice moan out , making me feel sick to my stomach. I know I should not , but the urges in me helps pry my eyelids open. I am appalled by what I see – my cousin , in nothing but her birthday suit. She straddles David , who is also naked. David lays on his back , while she straddles him , with his cock buries deep inside of her. I watch in horror as she bounces on his dick – I watch how it enters her each time she lands on it. I watch her throw her head back , moaning aloud about how good it felt.

He squeezed my thighs and gave me a hard suck on my clit, making me cry out. “Get ready. I’ve been dreaming of this” he said, pulling his pants down. “Fucking my kids’ babysitter. A dirty fantasy of mine,. I want that tight little pussy all around me.” He picked me up, walked over to a work bench, and sat me down. He shoved some tools off into the floor and dropped his boxers, exposing himself to me.

Seducing Miss Sinclair (3) Her skin was warm beneath my fingertips. I let my touch linger, barely stroking back and forth in small circles as she started to speak. “I’ve been babysitting for a while,” she said. “About five years now. Mostly for families around the neighborhood. Some have toddlers, others older kids. I guess I’ve gotten pretty good at handling the chaos.” I nodded, pretending to listen to every word. But the truth was, I was watching the way her mouth moved, how her lips curled when she laughed about something a little boy once did. My fingers never left her arm.