Erotic Nsfw Babysitting Stories Novels & Stories

“Every time Claire’s gone. Every late night. You will wear her lingerie. You will wait in this bed. You will take my cock like the dirty little secret you are.” I smiled, trembling, full of him. “Yes, Daddy.” He fixed his clothes. Left me there—wrecked, leaking, marked. In Mommy’s torn lingerie. Already counting the days until Claire’s next trip. I knew some babysitters don’t just watch the kid. They become Daddy’s favorite toy. And once he plays with you… you are his forever.

“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.

What do I tell Mummy and Daddy when they come back? That the two babysitters they left me with — the two of Daddy’s best friends they trusted completely — made their own little princess cum so hard she was dripping everywhere? That they pumped all of their thick, hot cum all over her face and breasts while she begged for more like a desperate little slut? I was dirty now. Filthy. And they shouldn’t know yet. I lay on the bed, still naked, covered in their cum, my pussy still throbbing and leaking from how thoroughly they had used me.

And besides, it's not a relationship he was asking for. I would have rejected him immediately if he was asking for that, because I didn't feel any kind of feeling for him. I guess it's not bad, having sex with no strings attached. But if I do this, I won't be just a nanny to him but also his sugar baby. That's if you can call it that. "What do you say, Natasha. If you want, you can take your..." "Yes, I will be your sex partner." I cut in. "Are you for real?" He asked and I nodded.

WARNING : This is a collection of short erotic stories. It is extremely explicit, raw and unfiltered. Not suitable for readers under 18. Step into a world where every shade of temptation comes alive. Where obsession feels like love, and ruin feels like pleasure. Every tale drags you into a secret desire, a toxic attraction. Where heroines love being ravaged, and still beg for more. Stepdads who claim what they desire while mom is away or sleeping. Dominant piano tutor who turns practice into breathless, handcuffed restraint, and a junior brother who blackmailed their sisters into a threesome.

Lila’s hands trembled as she stepped into the dimly lit luxury suite on the 28th floor. The city lights sparkled through floor-to-ceiling windows, but her focus was on the five men waiting for her. All tall, powerfully built, dark-skinned, and exuding raw confidence. They wore nothing but loose silk robes that did little to hide the heavy outlines of their cocks. This was it , her fantasy made real. At 29, married for six years to a man whose vanilla sex life had left her starving, Lila had finally said yes to the anonymous booking.

My hair was matted down and I saw cum pooling below me, evidence of the fact that I’d not only lost my virginity to two older strangers, but I’d also given them the idea that my cunt would be open to being their cumdump anytime they wanted. With shaky legs, a sore pussy and an even sorer asshole, I walked slowly into the bathroom and filled the bathtub with hot water before slipping in. The hot water felt wonderful as my sore body slipped into it, and I leaned back and let myself enjoy it. I’d just experienced about three of my darkest fantasies. 1. Get fucked by a stranger (in this case, Two) 2. Experience a threesome. 3. Get fucked on my mother’s large bed. I turn eighteen tomorrow, and th

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

I nodded, breath hitching as he slid one thick finger inside me. “Read tonight’s first vow,” he said, nodding toward the notebook beside us. “While I get you ready for my cock.” My hand trembled as I reached for it and opened to the newest page. “I vow… to crave your touch even when I’m supposed to be working for her,” I read, voice breathy. “To let you use my body as your secret outlet… until the guilt only makes me wetter.” Lucas groaned softly and added a second finger, pumping them deep and steady while his thumb worked my clit.

"What book did you have in mind?" Emma's shoulders relax. "What kind of stories do you like?" "Whatever is fine." "Fantasy it is." Emma turns around to face me, three books in her hands, and drops to her knees. She's way too close for comfort but I don't comment on it. She lays the books out over my lap then taps the first one. "Trolls?" She taps the second one. "Mermaids?" Then taps the third one. "Or witches?" Her finger remains on the third book and she stares into my eyes.