Busty Babysitter Novels & Stories

At least she does while I sit down on a comfortable chair not that very far from where she sits, clicking away on the big smartphone, snickering and giggling to herself. “Can I have popcorn?” I lift my head from my book. Her face is pink and for a moment she looks like the child she really is; her lip gloss is long gone and her hair tied up on top of her head in a high ponytail. “Yes, go ahead.” I watch her run to the kitchen and listen to the sounds coming. The movie is on pause and I relax. I could get used to this sort of job. Just one afternoon and is pretty decent cash. The voice has gone around that I’m a good babysitter. I help with homework and even take them out to the park when the

I kept expecting my phone to ring. Babysitting had always been easy money. Show up, charm the kids and parents, watch some TV, and get paid. At twenty-one, it beat waitressing or bar work. A polished businesswoman named Sophia answered my ad. She was warm, sharp, and offered a generous rate. We met for coffee, hit it off instantly. She was a stunning MILF with a beautiful home in an upscale neighborhood. I accepted the two-night-a-week gig without hesitation. My first shift went smoothly. The kids were adorable and well-behaved. I wore a cute outfit, settled them in bed, and relaxed with N*****x and snacks. Then the front door opened earlier than expected. I jumped up from the sofa, feet swi

He rolled his eyes, thankful she was too busy struggling to notice. “I’m not delusional!” “For your information, Ms. Gabriella,” he said, letting go of one of her hands, “I’m not your driver. I’m your babysitter. So, I need to know everything you do. Do you understand?” “Babysitter your ass!” she shouted, kicking him right in the thigh. You little demon! I think you just cracked my eggs! he screamed in his head.

AURELIA I had thought today was going to be my happiest day. And from the way I gasped, you would have thought I ran all the way home. I walked in to meet the elders seated in the room. Their presence was a strange sight, but I barely noticed them in my excitement. I should have known something was wrong, but my joy blinded me. “You’re pregnant,” the doctor had said earlier, and those words were everything. I was an omega, so being pregnant was a miracle.

How can I roam freely with someone annoyingly keeping an eye on me? "Jazz? What's wrong?" Mom's voice called out after the door slammed shut, prompting her to step out of her room in her usual attire of jeans and a polo shirt tucked into a belt. "Mom." I halted in front of her, frustration evident. "I don't need Adam. I don't need a babysitter. Why did you agree to him watching over me? I'm not a child anymore."

I replied and acted like I didn't know him. "Come on, I am Hedwig, remember at the party of Ruth and this last banquet." He tried to remind us of our encounter. "Ahh, Mr. Bryant." I acted like I remembered. "What are you doing here?" He asked me. "I am buying some food for our dinner." I replied. "Are you not working with the Ladon Family?" He asked. "I am still working as a babysitter to the twins. They just let me have my day off." I replied.

Alessia pulled away sadly and leaned back against the kitchen counter. “We can’t fix everything Alessia, no matter how much we want to. Me and you we both learn many things for ourselves so let our children do the same” Damon replied taking a sip of his coffee and shivered as the hot drink slipped down his throat. Alessia fell quiet and stared at his hands. “On another note, we need some new babysitters.” Alessia nodded in agreement. “Who have we got left?” “Well, there is Zia...” "Zia has a lot on her plate at the moment with the business and applying for that loan, remember?"

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

the woman said. “Mamma,” her daughter whispered. “Is she my babywatcher?” “Babysitter. And no, cara mia.” “Oh.” The girl pursed her lips. “Then we should probably let her go, Papa.” How old was this girl? And had she been raised in a den of vipers? He didn’t look pleased with his wife and daughter ganging up on him, but he didn’t argue. He grabbed the girl fromher arms and turned toward me, his voice colder than a Russian winter.

His eyes raked my body from my head down to my face, neck, breasts, stomach, and legs which were still spread leaking his cum down my ass crack. He pulled out the butt plug before speaking. “Get dressed sweetie, my daughter is waiting for you. Also… Your payment is going to be tripled.” He simply said. “What?!” my eyes widened as I sat up in confusion. “Why?” I asked looking up at him. Even though that was something to be happy about, I was genuinely confused. “Because you’re going to be baby sitting not just a child but also a man who’s going to be latched onto your very tempting breasts. That’s more work isn’t it sweetheart?”