Erotic Babysitting Stories Novels & Stories

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.”

“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.

I was exasperated, disagreeing with her brilliant idea. Now here's the thing. It's not like my mother never appointed babysitters for me when she had business trips and contests to judge. But, all in vain, there were hundreds of complaints registered against me which led them to quit the job- which had a pretty fair pay- and now those files are probably rotting somewhere in the attic. These babysitters even took payment for their damages. I'm not a monster or anything but it's just their necessity stuff used to mesmerize me and as a curious explorer child, I was prompted to check them out.

- The woman said. Baby fetishes? - Serenity questioned. - He loves to be treated like a baby, but as I'm going to be busy with the man who loves to be smeared with meat, could you attend to him? – The brunette woman questioned. - I'll babysit the baby cop? - Serenity questioned. - I take care of the foot fetish for you. – Jenifer said. - Accepted. – The other one said – When will it be? - The woman questioned.

“I am completely addicted, baby. Ahhh… I need you fucking me everywhere. In the living room, kitchen, hallway, now here. Please… fill me up until I am carrying your child in this new house.” He kissed me hard, tongue sliding against mine while his hips kept that perfect rhythm. “This pussy is mine. I am going to keep breeding you in every single corner until the whole neighborhood hears you screaming for Daddy’s cum.” His words made me clench around him tight. I cried out louder. “Cassian… ahhh… yes. I am your breeding girl. Fuck me harder in our bed.”

Ronan followed seconds later, filling him again. Saturday morning began with extended oral. Ronan woke Emery with his mouth, slow and deliberate, learning every reaction. He took him deep, held him there, then pulled off to lick along the underside until Emery was fully hard and leaking. He repeated the pattern. Deep, slow, then teasing. Until Emery’s hands were fisted in the sheets. Only when Emery was close to breaking did Ronan stop, roll him onto his stomach, and push inside. The first thrusts were careful. Then they turned harder. Ronan held Emery’s wrists above his head with one hand and used the other to pull his hips back to meet every stroke. The breeding talk stayed constant. Promi

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

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Sinbad agreed. I straightened myself, standing tall and naked at the window, smirking down at Jimmy's pale devastated face. He was nothing to me now, just a spectator to my new life. "Do you wanna do it again?" I asked, a wicked glint in my eyes. "Fuck yes!" they answered in unison. "Okay. Hand me the remote." Killian handed me the remote while Sinbad hugged me from behind, his hands immediately finding my heavy breasts. Killian dropped to his knees, hoisting my leg over his shoulder to feast on my clit once more.

She sucked me deep, her throat working as she took as much as she could, the wet, sliding sounds filling the quiet office. The way her lips gripped me, the friction of her tongue—it was a sensory overload that made the very air in the room feel like it was vibrating. I watched her, the way her cheeks hollowed, the way she seemed to worship every inch of me with a hunger that matched my own. She was a natural, a complete slut for the sensation, and it was driving me over the edge. Every time she looked up, her gaze was a challenge, a silent demand for me to stop being the authority figure and start being the animal she craved.