Male Babysitter Sex Stories Novels & Stories

The room filled with the symphony of their use: the wet slap of skin, the guttural male grunts, the choked, desperate sounds she made around the cock in her mouth. “You like being our communal fleshlight, don’t you?” Sam’s voice came from beside her ear, calm and darkly amused. His smooth hand stroked her sweat-slicked side. “You love knowing any one of these guys can pump a load into any hole they want. That you’re just a set of free-use holes now.”

Her Dad has been trying to sleep with me, but he can't tell me directly because he sees me as a sweet innocent woman that would never do such a thing. News flasshhh!!! I help her with it anyways because why not? And before you ask how I know he wants to sleep with me.. you need to see the way he looks at me, it's terrifying. An couple minutes later there's another knock is on my door and it's her Dad coming to thank me for my help and takes Cassie back when she's done. I almost asked him to stay back so he can fuck me, but I remember I have a reputation to keep and not let everyone know I'm a sex freak, so I just wave them goodbye and eat my lasagna and go to sleep.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit age-gap and cheating content involving an 18-year-old girl and her best friend's married father, including graphic descriptions of fingering, oral elements implied, virginity loss, rough vaginal sex, creampie, daddy kink, dirty talk, and breeding themes. Intended for mature audiences only. CHAPTER ONE "You have to be quiet. There are others trying to sleep in the house," Mr. Miller said. "Sorry, Mr. Miller," I squeaked from behind my covers. It was the middle of the night and Rebecca and I had been sneaking into each other's room and giggling non-stop.

These were just fantasies. This went on for over six months. I would come home from work, shower, fix a little dinner, and then sit down at my laptop to watch sex videos, read stories like Poppy’s secret confession or other sex stories about daddy’s, or cruise the M2M ads, looking for the excitement that came from these fantasies. I had discovered a local M2M chat room and would chat with guys, telling them my fantasies. Most were either looking for the same thing or didn't want to waste time chatting once they knew I was scared to actually try anything.

It was obvious from the way they looked at me, wondering what laid beneath my modest outfits. Caleb Harlan, the camp's most popular badboy. He moved about with that smirk he wore on his face, one that said he heard every sermon on temptation but was till hell bent on being a tempter. Caleb was the guy smuggling in candy bars that tasted like forbidden heaven, telling ghost stories that caused the little ones to shiver in fear and flirting like it was his job.

She spoke quietly, "Tell me, what did you do to him?" Alan cursed internally and growled. "You must know that I had no fucking idea what that son of a bitch was doing. He was also blackmailing other kids with their relatives' debts and most of the time, he asked for a female in exchange." A shiver ran down her spine, and she inhaled deeply. She was going to ask again for how he had handled it when Alan downed a glass of wine in one gulp, and slammed it on the table. Instead of being scared, she felt...aroused.

My hand reaches out, stroking along his shirt down to his trousers, my hand pushing inside and grabbing his cock. "I want to say yes, Kitty." I nod, stepping closer to him. "Then say yes, Master." His head falls his mouth pressing against my neck. Moaning, he pushes me against the wall, my arm wrapping around him. "How much do you want this right now, Kitty?" I moan biting my lip hearing his voice. "More than anything, Master." He chuckles, his hands releasing me. "Well, unfortunately for you, while you were in the shower, I let the babysitter i.n" I look at him, is this a joke?

Vanessa sat at the chair she'd stood up from earlier and faced him, her chest heaving up and down. "Relax. I won't charge you for the damages you caused to the book and sitting on my chair without my permission, lady." Jack 'reasssured' her and then took out a document from on of the drawers in the table closest to him. He threw it towards Vanessa who caught it and opened the first page to read its content. It was the contract document that she'd need to sign before becoming the official babysitter/ mommy for Lisa. She started to read carefully and frowned at the contents.

“No… no… I touched myself. I did it all by myself. It was a fucking illusion. Uncle wasn’t here last night, I’m even in my room, not the couch like I had imagined. So nothing happened..” Oh god, I face palm myself. Why can’t I imagine another guy instead of him? Like the handsome guy from my work? Or Noah, the hot guy from my college days? Or those strangers I sex text for work. In case you don’t know, I work as a sex caller, where people call and tell me their fantasy. But uncle kale? Fuck, his hotness was out of this world. He was hands down the sexiest man I have ever seen. Last night… his touch felt so real… so freaking real. I had called him daddy as he made me cum again.