Erotic Babysitting Stories Novels & Stories

This was sexual overtime, when I had the chance to make Eric come again as he watched me toy with Babyface, and when I raced against the clock to reach another orgasm before I made Babyface come. I get up on the bed and slowly crawl towards him. I lick my upper lip as I prepare to play with him, giving Eric time to recharge for the final release. Straddling Babyface, I position myself just in front of his swollen cock with my pussy just out of his eager lips’ reach, then I slowly slide my right hand down to my skirt and reach under it. “You want your cock inside me, don’t you?” I say as I stroke my wet pussy and fondle my left breast, rubbing them both counterclockwise. “You want to squeeze

We kissed, and this could be the end of the journey for the therapist and the patient’s story, but a new beginning for lovers who find their path. “I must say, you fuck too good.” I bit my tongue. “I want more, daddy,” I sounded way more seductive than my looks.

He touched my wet pussy lips lightly, spreading my juices. “So fucking wet,” he growled. “You love being spanked by your Uncle, don’t you?” “Yes…” I whimpered. “Please touch me more.” He slid one thick finger along my slit but didn’t push inside. He was teasing me on purpose. “Not tonight,” he said, pulling his hand away. “Bad girls don’t get to cum on the first night. You’ll sleep like this — wet, horny, and aching. Maybe tomorrow I’ll give you more.”

Then at Chloe. Then she smiled—slow, dark, hungry. “Every week.” The babysitter wasn’t going anywhere. And neither were the secrets. They’d just gotten a lot more crowded

He kept pressing it lower, near where our bodies met, and I got my fourth orgasm with almost no warning. "Fuck. Fuck yes." I cried out and clenched around him. Robin cursed and kept thrusting through it. "Milk my cock," Robin ordered. "Squeeze every drop out while you cum." Then they flipped me. Hillian was on his back, as I straddled him, sinking down onto his cock. Robin was behind me, placing his hands on my hips, guiding the rhythm. "Ride him," Robin said. "Bounce on that dick while I watch this ass."

He growled, pinning my legs with one hand as he slammed into me. "Don't stop, I'm so close... Make me cum." I murmured, trying to keep the tears that were starting to feel my eyes away. "Cum for me baby, cream my cock." He ordered. My body obeyed him instantly, I released all my pent up orgasm and before I could finish, he was filling me with his own cum as well. "Do you want to ride my cock?" He asked as he slid his cock out of me. "Yes, I wanna ride daddy's cock." I answered with hesitation, feeling our leakage dripping down as I sat on the bed but, I paid no mind to it.

Brad demanded. Even after two orgasms, my cock was still as hard as steel and still needed to fuck Brad. My baby asking me to do it too was just the icing on the cake. My hips started moving in and out again, the obscene wet sounds coming from all the jizz inside Brad were like music to my ears. "You hear that baby? Hear that slushing sound? That's my seed overflowing your little boy's hole. Fuck my dick is coated in it, in my white creamy seed. It's so hot. I'm making whipped cream for your boy's pussy." I groaned when something better hit me. "No, I'm making baby batter. Holy hell, my dick is turning my cum into baby batter in my son's boy pussy." I reached down and scooped up some of the

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

He leaned down, sucked one of her nipples into his mouth again, biting and twisting the other with his fingers. “Come for Daddy,” he ordered. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock while I play with these pretty tits.” She shattered , crying out, walls fluttering wildly around him, nails digging into his back. Marcus fucked her through it, then growled against her neck: “Beg me, baby girl.” “Please, Daddy,” she sobbed, voice breaking with pleasure. “Put a baby in me. Fill me up. Breed your little princess.” That was it. Marcus slammed deep , once, twice , and came with a guttural groan. Hot, thick pulses flooded her, filling her completely. Sophie clung to him, legs locked tight around his waist,

My pussy was exposed. If she looked down, she would see everything. And honestly, I wanted her to. I wanted her eyes to drift where they shouldn’t. I wanted her curiosity to burn like mine did. “So, tell me about your babysitting experience,” I said softly, reaching out to lightly touch her