Busty Babysitter Novels & Stories

Pornstar Babysitter: Shared by the Thornes Chapter 1: I Got Caught Filming My Masked P**n Videos by My Boss and Let Him Blackmail Me Into His Mouth The kid is finally asleep. I slip into the guest bathroom like I always do on nights when the Thornes are out late. Julian and Celeste Harrington — the elite power couple who pay me stupid money to watch their three-year-old while they attend galas and business dinners. I’m the perfect babysitter on paper. Quiet. Responsible. Wholesome.

So far, I think I’ve done a good job. I hired a babysitter to look after Victor while I’m gone. There’s no way that I’ll leave my baby all alone, even if it’s only for a few hours. I’d rather be safe than sorry. The girl is named Bethany and actually, Thomas was the one who recommended her. She’s sixteen and lives in the building. I walk out of my room and grab my purse, which is on the counter. Victor is seated on the sofa but turns his head to look at me. His eyes widen. “Whoa, Mom.”

While they waited, Sarah asked Camila to make some popcorn for them, since she was taking a few hours off. Camila was now babysitting the twins and she loved doing it still. Victor had offered her another position, especially at his company, after Sarah suggested him to, but the woman kindly refused it. She liked the life she had and didn't really have any other ambitions. Also, it was easy to work at the mansion. She earned good money, her best friend was her boss now, and she also couldn't complain about the company she had. Her and Sarah spent a lot of time together when Sarah needed some time to think and have some inspiration for her novels. "So, how was your day?" Victor whispered in h

my aunt chimed in, entering the conversation and once again showing her disagreement with my idea. "What I'm going to do is something absolutely 'normal,' Aunt," I countered delicately. "Where is Eloá?" Oliver had brought his daughter with him because his wife had fired the two young babysitters for the girl, and he hadn't taken a liking to any of the professionals his wife had hired for the job.

Wait, why did I say that? Again, I shook my head and then took my suit off. The rain still didn't stop and even if the heater was turned on, I got to say that it wasn't enough to warm me up. Thinking about Autumn's exposed legs, I covered her up with my suit then knelt on the floor beside them. The three of them looked cute together. She looks like she's their mother. Except that their real mother didn't care about them. The bad thing is, these two kiddos didn't feel their real mother's love. Guess I made the right decision to hire a nanny on such short notice. I chuckled to myself. “A nanny, huh?” Kissing the foreheads of my children, I stood up and sat down on my office chair, and started

I do not like authority, but I truly need it and need to be put in place every now and then. I would not have much of a problem if dad had hired some thirty something, tall, hot as hell, handsome hunk, in fact I would have been thrilled to have an absolute hottie as my babysitter- but instead I have Greta and I find her absolutely atrocious. At least I will not have to see her sour face for a week, this is the only time I can say thank goodness for Bassa!

she winks with dollar signs dangling on her head. Abby, or her full name Abigail Grey, has always been my babysitter. My sister has a hard time letting her do part time job since she's concerned about her safety, thankfully she's totally okay in allowing her only daughter to babysit my kids. Oh yeah, I have two kids. Should I start again? Hi, I'm Sophie Summers. I have two kids that came out of my vagina (in case you think they're adopted or by surrogacy) and I just applied to be a sugar baby.

I know I need to deal with all of them, but before that, there’s someone else I need to confront. I barely have to look around before I spot her standing on the steps of the porch, surrounded by a group of kids in animal onesies. Lizzy is the worst babysitter in the world. I mean, I’ve seen her literally feeding kids ice cream and chocolate like they’re three-course meals. It’s because of her that Hazel has a butterscotch addiction. And now she’s standing there, with that stupid grin on her face like she’s done nothing wrong.

“How about I distract you a bit?” “I’m not sure I’m in the mood right now.” “Oh please. Your kids are at school. I can call a babysitter for Zion while you and I go have a little brunch time together.” “Does this brunch involve alcohol?” I raised my eyebrows at her. “A cocktail or two wouldn’t hurt, would it?” “You keep forgetting that you’re a mom now. You can’t keep partying like you used to.” “That’s why I have Lisa.” She was talking about her babysitter. “She is really good with Zion and he’s very understanding. He knows that Mommy needs some time alone.”

“Where’s Emalyn, by the way?” I asked, glancing around. “Oh, we hired a babysitter,” she said, her cheeks flushing slightly. “I didn’t want to keep bothering your parents. So, we hired a teen. She babysits for a couple of hours after school, and during the day, I enrolled her in daycare so we can work without worry.” I nodded, knowing this was something I’ll have to think of when I give birth as well. I put my hands on my belly for the hundredth time today.