Babysitter Stories Novels & Stories

"Do you remember what I said about magic?" "All of it." "That's my happy place." My ears feel hot and I want to shut up, but Emma feels... safe. She might understand. "I like to imagine the big magics, no doubt- the wolf women sprinting under the moon, the witches casting spells and curses- but my favorites are the little magics. The boy in the playground getting the courage to stand up to his bully, the woman having a healthy child, unexpected discoveries. Their stories are my happy place." I smile wistfully, recalling the countless hours I spent playing the world's adventures in my head. "They live happily even when I can't. The world keeps spinning, and I'm okay with that."

, He spoke, and I stared at John, who seemed to be more in shock at the situation than I was. "Son, that's Liz, your babysitter! ", John said recovering and crouching down next to the boy, who didn't seem to understand what was going on. "No daddy, isn't she mommy?", Bryan asked confused, and I decided to jump in. "Hi Bryan, what's up, I'm Liz, I'm your new babysitter, I'm not mommy, but, I have a son who is almost your age, would you like to see a picture of him?", I asked crouching down next to him, and he nodded, so I took out my cell phone and showed him the screen shot.

"Doing what?" "Babysitting, mostly," she said, leaning in, her eyes shining with a warmth that felt dangerously genuine. "For a very wealthy family. They have this little girl... Oh, Mama, you should see her. Her name is Louise. She’s... she’s adorable. She has these big, soulful eyes and she’s so smart. I’ve only been there a short while, but I already love her so much. Sometimes, when I’m holding her, I feel this connection... like I’m her own mother. It’s the strangest, most beautiful thing." The world stopped.

I've written three books and a couple of poems so far which are beautiful. I got a job as a babysitter which made me start utilizing my talents by entertaining the kids with my stories. I used most of my time to sleep my ass off at home then in the evening, I would babysit and then by night, I would go for my bartender shift at a strip club.

Saturdays were one of Natasha’s worst days as a babysitter, mostly because the kids were usually around and she had to take them out to the park or the beach. She had to watch over them every fucking time and no matter how hard she watched them, they still always managed to get missing. Luckily, she often found them before anyone could do and by anyone, she meant Malcolm or his annoying best friend, Brian.

Indicating their dire financial situation. "When that opportunity came, we grabbed it with both hands." Irene seemed to have been pinning the same story. "And how long did you babysit for?" "About a week" Susan said looking at her husband and he nodded in confirmation. "And the baby, anything you can tell me about the baby." Nickolas felt the wind being blown out of his sails. "Oh. What can I say, what a sweet little thing. Never gave us trouble at all. He could never sit still though. walked around the house…"

He looked down to see exactly the same sight that he always fantasized about and Millie reached behind herself to touch on the thick white that was seeping from her pussy and sliding down her thighs. “Fuck,” she gasped. “This is the most fun I ever had while babysitting.” Sean laughed. “I don’t think my parents will pay you for this one though,” he said. “I’ve got my payment already,” she said and continued to stroke her fingers through the cum on her skin. She finally straightened up. “Will you be here alone tomorrow?” she asked. “My parents don’t get back until Sunday,” he replied with a grin. Millie returned the grin and stood. “Well I wouldn’t want a young boy like you to be alone and fr

The woman sat opposite me and wrote a few things down on the paper in front of her. Now that I think of it, it’s kind of odd that they decided to hire a babysitter in such a crude manner. I would have guessed that they would have employed their resources to find the best of the best babysitter in the rich world. “Miss Sands.” She threw me a short smile. “Have you ever babysat before?” “No. I have never done it before.” Not even as a teenager. “Are you a University graduate?” I nodded affirmatively. “Is this your first job application?”

His lips puckered in confusion. “Mamma, what is babysitter?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. The word was new to him. “A babysitter is someone who takes care of small babies,” she explained softly, brushing his hair away from his forehead. He listened carefully, processing the idea, but the slight crease between his brows remained. “Mamma, are you going to leave me alone?” he asked quietly, the fear hidden beneath his simple question. Her heart tightened at that. She knelt down to his level and shook her head firmly.

~Lena~ I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with a job, but there I was, nineteen years old with nothing but a high school diploma and a pair of too-tight ankle socks, completely addicted to the Wests’ quiet house and the man who lived inside it. Babysitting was supposed to be simple. It was supposed to be a side gig. Just ten dollars an hour, three nights a week, feed the baby, sing lullabies, wipe some drool, then walk home with my panties still on. That’s all it should’ve been.