Hot Babysitter Stories Novels & Stories

CONTENT: Age gap, babysitter , bdsm, sexual punishment. CHAPTER 1 Zoe looked up from the book and saw that the little girl’s eyes were closed already. She was so engrossed in the bedtime story she never even noticed and she wondered just how long she’d been reading to a sleeping child. Way to go Zoe she chided herself and closed the hardback book and left it on the bedside cabinet. She sat for a few minutes more to make sure that the girl was sleeping soundly and finally stood to leave the bedroom.

And that's when I realize that I fell asleep in his house, in his daughter's room, on the sofa. I quickly get up and rub my eyes. 一Sorry, I overslept一I apologize. 一Hillary is a very good girl, it was no problem. He smiled and put his hands in his front pockets of his jeans. 一Yes, she's a very tender child一he shifted his gaze from Hilary to me, narrowed his eyes一have you been babysitting for a long time. 一Not long, I work for.... 一wasn't going to tell her that to buy books一help mom.

I stopped in the middle of the living room. Still breathing hard. All three stared at me. Then Tyler smirked. “Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” I looked at all of them. Then said: “My mum hired Hannah.” Silence. Tommy blinked. “What?” “My mum.” “Hired Hannah.” “For babysitting.” Tyler burst out laughing instantly. Like doubled over laughing. Tommy joined him. Adrian stared. “No way.” “I’m serious.” Tyler pointed at me between laughs. “You’re joking.”

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

Her mouth moved before her brain could stop it. “If you don’t want me to hear, then don’t talk so loud outside the restroom.” Classic Shaina. Talking back, even when she was drowning in nerves. The corner of his lips curved, like he wanted to smile but held it back. Slowly, he released her and started walking away. She thought it was over, but he stopped and turned back. “Can you start being my babysitter?” She blinked. “Ha? Excuse me?”

I never meant for it to happen. I was just the babysitter. Nineteen, home from my first year of college, broke and bored in the suburbs. The Harrisons paid better than any other family—$25 an hour cash, plus bonuses when Mr. Harrison drove me home after late nights. He always slipped an extra fifty into my palm, fingers lingering just a second too long. Lily was three, sweet and easy—dinner, bath, one story, lights out by 8 p.m.

He is the troublemaker. But they were both utterly glued to me all the time, their chubby arms reaching for me even when Blair tried to coax them into playing with her. “They’re obsessed with you” Blair said one evening watching as I juggled the two of them on my lap. “They’re smart” I joked, pressing kisses to their cheeks. “They know who carried them for months.” “Three months” Blair corrected with a small smirk. *** The babysitter we’d found was a teenage girl named Tara who lived in the apartment above us. She was thin and pale, with dark circles under her eyes that made her look older than she was.

He said quietly and Ava nodded. Then she continued " I considered running away many times but I had nowhere to go so I beared with all the shits they did to me until I couldn't anymore. So I came across a flier by chance and applied to be a babysitter because it was what was stated on the flier " Ava took a pause and took a sip from her drink. She knew she was not supposed to tell her friend about Alex but this was HER friend and she trusted him. Besides, Alex was fine now so what harm could telling Hunter about him do?

, He spoke, and I stared at John, who seemed to be more in shock at the situation than I was. "Son, that's Liz, your babysitter! ", John said recovering and crouching down next to the boy, who didn't seem to understand what was going on. "No daddy, isn't she mommy?", Bryan asked confused, and I decided to jump in. "Hi Bryan, what's up, I'm Liz, I'm your new babysitter, I'm not mommy, but, I have a son who is almost your age, would you like to see a picture of him?", I asked crouching down next to him, and he nodded, so I took out my cell phone and showed him the screen shot.

Aunt Claire said with bewilderment. “I don’t even want to know,” Calvin said as he shook his head from side to side. “How could you get a stripper to babysit a young, impressionable girl?” Aunt Claire asked with a disgusted expression. “Because she wasn’t mine. Or I thought she wasn’t,” Charles blurted out. “Well, at least Sara is good with kids.” Charles made a mental note to find a babysitter with a cleaner background in the future. Then his thoughts went back to the current situation. Debbie was going to be told. “I have no idea what to say to the girl.”