Babysitter Sexy Novels & Stories

he smirks, “On your knees, with my cock buried so deep in your throat.” “You're so…” I trail off not finding any insult because he's fucking perfect, a liar too a hypocritical one but nonetheless perfect. “Will you hire her or not?” What?” he raises an eyebrow. “Your babysitter? You're too old for one and I'd rather you sat on my cock instead.” “Can you stop with the sex jokes!” I snap, this conversation is getting me very heated. Seriously, I need help, my panties are getting soaked again and I already came three times this morning. Once on his cock, and twice on his tongue.

His fantasy of fucking a teen babysitter was suddenly coming true and as Shelley wriggled around on his lap he felt his cock stroking on her pussy walls. The teen girl pulled back from the kiss and shook her head to send her long hair flying. It whipped across Aaron’s face and he closed his eyes as the teen girl started to ride his cock. She leaned forward so that her chin was almost resting on his shoulder and he could hear her harsh breathing. Her soft moans became louder as she threw herself into sex with her babysitting boss and her hips rose and fell faster so that she was fucking cock frantically.

When she flipped on the tv he decided it was time to make his move. Mandy Williams was babysitting in Huntersville for her neighbors 3 houses down from her house. She had been babysitting these two kids for a year now and they always got along great. She made them a quick dinner of hot dogs and Mac n cheese. She helped the 2 little boys bathe and read them a story and took them upstairs and tucked them in to bed. Mandy had a good routine down with the kids and stayed with them singing softly until they fell asleep.

Every second that passed made me feel more trapped. Suddenly, the door to the room swung open, and a woman burst in, practically screaming. Her desperation was palpable, and the sound of her footsteps echoed on the tiles of the spacious room. “Where’s my daughter?!” she yelled, almost on the verge of tears, though there was no trace of them on her face. Dr. Harris approached her and tried to calm her down. “The little girl is still being attended to, but she’s stable now,” he informed her. “I want to see her! Let me see her!” she insisted, almost hysterical.

Kelly came out from the back and grabbed her purse. "Are you ready." She asked Mike. "Do you wanna meet the new babysitter?" Mike asked. "No, not particularly." she replied. Mike shrugged. "Why not?" "I don't know, Mike." "Alright, then we can just leave," Mike said. "Let me go give her some quick instructions." Mike walked into the playroom and was greeted by the erotic sight of his new babysitter's tight, perfect ass. Eva was kneeling and bending over, showing the kids something.

Lisa is the name of the babysitter who took care of Zachery before Lyra took over her role. "Is that right, Zachery?" asked Louisiana to make sure. Zachery immediately nodded his head. "Hm. My new babysitter is called Aunty Lyra. She is a famous model. Very beautiful. Great-grandma should see her. Aunty is very nice to me. She takes good care of me." Dominic immediately cursed in his heart when Zachery easily told the information. It for sure that his grandma will think something nonsense. "A famous model, hm?" 'Shit!'

The picture of a beautiful woman dressed in sexy clothes was the first thing Eric saw. "Slut, bitch, Daddy's mistress."

My eyes traipsed down to the columns of his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing in tune with his chest. My cheeks reddened as I remember how I caressed his muscles secretly on the yacht while he held me. He was so manly, the epitome of a hunk bodyguard. If this was another situation, if we’d met under different circumstances, I’d be high on heavens to be guarded by a hottie like Kai. I bit my lip. This is so wrong. I just got out of a messy love triangle and here I am, fantasizing about my hot-ass babysitter, who was now staring at me with furrowed brows.

God, please forgive me— having sex with my babysitter while my life was lying there like a corpse. “Don't stop,” she whispered, pulling my hair. “Don't you fucking stop. Fuck me like you hate me.” I dropped to my knees, yanked her shorts and panties down to her ankles, and she stepped out of them. Her pussy was glistening, wet. I spread her legs wide, buried my face between her thighs, my tongue sliding through her folds. “Damn… you smell good enough to eat till morning.” She moaned out loud, grabbing my head and pulling me closer. I ate her like I was starving, licking her clit in long, slow strokes, then flicking it faster. I slid two fingers back inside her, while my tongue worked her swo