Babysitting Erotica Novels & Stories

“That’s it, baby… rub your messy little cunt on mine...oh fuck" Jessica’s back arched off the carpet, her full breasts bouncing with every frantic movement. Her moans grew higher, more broken, as the intense pressure on her clit pushed her closer to the edge. The filthy wetness between them, the sight of Claire’s body moving against hers, and the knowledge that Charlie was watching and stroking himself was too much. “I’m… I’m going to...” Jessica cried out, her body seizing up as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clenched and pulsed, fresh arousal mixing with Charlie’s cum as she came hard, grinding desperately against Claire’s heat.

The steam swirled around us, the heat was suffocating, and the pleasure was blinding. I leaned forward, biting the nape of her neck, licking the water off her skin. She reached back, her nails digging into my ass, urging me deeper, harder, faster. "Cum inside me again," she begged. "Fill me up with your cousin juice. Make me pregnant, Alex." The dirty talk, the absolute taboo of it, snapped the last thread of my sanity. The idea of breeding her, of leaving a permanent mark of our sin, sent me over the edge.

And the spells were only for one thing. Sex. I flipped through all the pages, dumbfounded. There were pictures of naked people with arrows pointing to boobs or pussies or cocks, and instructions on the spells to cast to make them bigger or tighter or thicker. My jaw dropped when the next page I turned had a picture of a woman being fucked hard in the middle of a pentagon, by a wonderfully handsome man with horns and a tail. No shit. Demon sex.

Craving The Busty Babysitter (7) He grinned and tossed the paddle aside, climbing back between her trembling thighs. The glass dildo was still lodged inside her, coated in her arousal. He slid it out slowly, dragging every textured ridge along her walls. Brea moaned, loudly, her cuffs rattling against the headboard as she arched into it, needing more. “Beg for it,” Dennis ordered. “Please,” she gasped. “Please fuck me again. Use me. Fill me while I’m strapped to your wife’s bed like your personal whore.”

We both stare at each other for a moment before she speaks again. "Why aren't you letting it all out?" She says in what I assume is her normal voice. I cant help but laugh. "You really think I'd hook up with Zeke?" "You didn't?" She let's go of my hands. "No," I say through my laughter. "I'm babysitting him." "Oh, you are the babysitter! I am such an idiot," she laughs, face-palming herself. "Don't worry about it. I just can't believe you thought I'd be low enough to sleep with him. Who are you anyway?" I try not to sound rude in the last bit.

I had a feeling tonight would be a good session as they had picked an erotic novel this time. I was settled in front of my laptop, wine in hand, waiting for all the other girls to log on. Once they had all arrived, it became clear the topic of the book had got them all in cheeky moods, there were lots of suggestive messages and we hadn't even got to discussing the book at that point. Once we got into the main discussion, it was revealing to see what bits the other girls liked and did not.

“I want you inside me.” He bent her over his massive oak desk, yanked her skirt up, and ripped her lace panties aside. Her pussy was shaved smooth and dripping. He rubbed his cockhead along her slit, then slammed in balls-deep. Lila cried out in pleasure. “Yes! Fuck your assistant’s tight cunt.” Ethan pounded her relentlessly, hips slapping against her ass. The desk creaked under the force. He reached around to rub her swollen clit while railing her. “So wet for your boss. Such a dirty little slut.”

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Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

“Cum inside our babysitter, Roman. Fill her up. I want to watch it drip out of her.” Roman grabs my hips and drives up into me with a pace that shakes the couch frame. Hard, deep strokes that hit my cervix and make my overstimulated pussy clench around him in spasms I can’t control. Serena leans down and licks my nipple while he fucks me and whispers filthy things against my skin — how pretty I look getting bred by her husband, how they’re never letting another babysitter into this house. Roman buries himself and cums inside me with a groan I feel against my chest. Hot, thick pulses flooding me deep, and Serena watches his cock throb inside me with dark, satisfied eyes.