Babysitting Erotica Novels & Stories

My pulse hammered in my ears as I flipped it open near the middle while my eyes scanned the elegant handwriting across the pages. "She is just twenty, shy, innocent the type of girl who smiles so innocently when someone looks at her tits for so long. I want to ruin that innocence slowly and filthy. Spread her legs wide on my desk and teach her how to take every inch of my cock down to her tight throat until she gags and drools, spit running down her chin. I want to watch her pussy stretch around me while she cries and calls me daddy, begging me to pump her full of cum until her belly swells with my baby and everyone knows who owns that cunt of hers." Heat rushed straight to my face, then dri

He moved closer and, still fondling his bulge, Karen sat back in the chair, one leg thrown over the other, squeezing her thighs together to bring pressure to bear on her clitoris. There was something powerfully erotic about the glorious interior of Blackwood Towers. Generations of Burnets had fucked there — not only husbands and wives but, no doubt, a multitude of illicit lovers as well. It was as if the tumescence, liquid arousal and violent pleasure of these people from the past had impregnated the walls. She could almost see them dressed in period costume, ruffles and lace, trooped skirts and powdered wigs. Her mind slipped notches, filled with swirling coloured lights and images of forni

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.”

The erotic image of having his big dick stuffed into her while she was on her knees made her more horny. Obediently, she came down the stool and walked straight to join Santa and Little Missy. Santa grabbed her roughly once she was at arms length, pulling her to lie flat on the bed and shoving his dick into her mouth. “Fuck,” he croaked as she bobbed her head, squeezing her cheeks as hard as she could. Little Missy reached for Santa’s cocks, stroking him at the base while Tiny Fae sucked him off. His eyes rolled to the back as he tried to remember what planet he was on.

“Slow. Let me feel that greedy pussy milk me.” I whimpered as I rocked on him, the apron brushing against my aching clit with every movement. He fed me bites between thrusts, praising me in that deep, commanding voice. “That’s it… such a perfect little fucktoy. Look how wet you get for your employer’s cock while his wife is gone.” After he filled me again, he carried me out to the infinity pool.

Her voice is delicious, and the sound of it slides straight between my legs and it makes my clit throb with need. My body has never reacted to anyone like this before…. Well, except the cute barista. But my pussy…. That has never throbbed before even when I see the barista. But right now? It’s uncontrollable. “I’m Lira, a succubus, as you can see.” She laughs, the sound sultry and seductive. “And I can smell your need from here. That shy little pussy’s been aching for years, hasn’t it?” I try to speak, try to tell her that this is just a mistake, but the words die in my throat like always. My cheeks burn. My soaked panties cling to me.

Kayla’s left hand clamped the table’s edge, while her right hand dove between her spread thighs without shame, her eyes locked on Lukas with a seductive stare that dared him to watch. “Look at me, Luk,” she purred, spreading her knees wider so the dim light caught every wet fold. “Look how soaked my pussy is for you… mmm.” She traced a single finger up her slit, parting herself open with a wet sound, showing him the pink inside clenching greedily. “See how empty it feels? It needs you… needs its little brother to come home and fill it up…” Then she plunged two fingers knuckle-deep inside herself with a wet squelch, pumping them in and out while her thumb circled her throbbing clit. “Mmm, hea

Oh, I smell your sweet arousal and it’s so freaking divine. Oh, baby... lift your butt off the bed and slide your hand over your pussy, over your cute panties and feel your own damp arousal. Keep playing with your breasts with one hand and caress your crotch with the other. Do you feel that wonderful fluttering in your belly... and that crazy craving? Oh, fuck... you’re making me so horny watching you do this. Now slide your hand down inside your panty and dip into that sweet wetness, let your fingers slide over and dance around on your sensitive pussy lips. Yes, that’s it. That is so fucking it. Now slide in your other hand and push your panties down your shapely thighs, now kick them off c

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.