My name is Katie. I’ve got long, luscious brown hair and a hot little body. I’m the girl you read about in all the classic porn stories about the horny babysitter who seduces her male employers and encourages them to cheat on their wives. I’d like to say I’d never do anything quite so nefarious as to betray the trust of the women who hire me to babysit their kids, but I don’t like to lie.
As a nineteen-year-old girl with raging hormones, I find myself needing sexual release more than the average human. But I also have a reputation to uphold. So, to keep my squeaky-clean image with my would-be male suitors, I don’t even kiss on the first date. Boys my age think I’m just a naïve good-girl type who would make the perfect wife down the road, but not necessarily the girl they take out on a Friday night. Of course, this leaves my Friday nights free to be the excellent babysitter all the moms rave about and all the dads lust after.
Let me share my sordid tale with you.
I decided early on to request to be picked up for my babysitting jobs rather than drive myself. I didn’t relish the idea of being a girl driving alone on a dark night after the parents arrived home. It was viewed as sensible, and no employer ever griped about providing transportation.
Nine times out of ten, it’s the dads that drive me home. Of course, not all these men are susceptible to being tempted by my smokin’ hot body alone. Sometimes, I must practice the fine art of seduction to make a move on me. And, yes, I always make sure that they make the first move. That way, if things go south, I can truthfully say my employer took advantage of me.
However, if I’m being honest, I really don’t have to do much more than inadvertently mention I’m not wearing underwear, or let my sweater fall off my shoulder, exposing the swell of my firm teenage tits. Men are drawn to me as if I were a bitch in heat. They can’t resist the scent of my pussy as it permeates the air of their shiny Buicks and Chryslers.
Once I know a man is hooked, I suggest the back roads route to my home, which passes through a thickly wooded area perfect for pulling off the road. At the very least, I’ll get my pussy fingered while I suck cock, but occasionally, I hit the jackpot and enjoy being thoroughly ravished by a man twice my age. There’s just something about a man with a Dadbod slamming into my greedy cunt while I’m leaning over the hood of his car that drives me wild.
And every once in a while, I get more than I bargained for, not that I’m complaining. Mr. Delson is an example of me meeting my match. He is one kinky mother fucker, and he’s taught me so much about the darker side of sex. It was clear from the beginning that I was out of my element, but there was no turning back once I agreed to be his submissive slut on the side.
The first time I watched the Delson kids, the ride home was relatively innocuous. I wasn’t sure what kind of vibe I was getting from him, but he didn’t seem to be interested. However, when I opened the door to get out of his car in front of my house, he put his hand on my arm and asked, “Are you this way with all the dads, you slutty whore?”
I feigned being offended for a hot minute, till I realized Mr. D. was not like the other guys I had been able to seduce. So, I dropped my guard for a moment and answered, “I like sex with older men; fucking dads is a pretty safe bet since I don’t want anything from them except sex.”
He nodded and said, “Well, Katie, if you ever want more than just a cock in your mouth or a quick fuck, let me know. In fact, when you come to sit for us next weekend, if you are interested in a higher-stakes game than the one you’ve been playing, wear a yellow top.”
Feeling a little creeped out, I just nodded and hurried out of the car. Though he hadn’t threatened me, he left me ominously intrigued.
All week long, I wondered what he meant about a higher-stakes game. I found myself so aroused several times that I masturbated frenetically to the wicked ideas in my head of what he would do to me if I gave him the chance.
When Mr. D. came to pick me up on Saturday, I was wearing a long-sleeved yellow sweater paired with a ridiculously short blue skirt that showed off my sexy, toned legs. I got into his car, and he raised an eyebrow.
“I see you have accepted my challenge,” he said, his eyes never leaving the road. “In the glove compartment, there is an anal plug. Please take it out and insert it in your ass.”
I suddenly felt like I might be in over my head. But I opened the glove box and removed the toy from its packaging.
“How do I put this in my ass?” I inquired innocently.
“You’re a bright girl, Katie. I’m sure you will figure it out. Later tonight, I expect to find that in your ass as instructed.”
I nodded. It had been a long time since I hadn’t had the upper hand, and it felt… arousing.
I waited until my charges were asleep before heading into the bathroom. I grabbed the small bottle of lube I carried in my purse and rubbed a copious amount all over the anal plug. Lifting my skirt, I pulled my ass cheeks apart and slowly inserted the silicone sex toy.
It hurt like a mother fucker for a moment or two. But after my sphincter relaxed, it was a major turn-on to have my ass so filled up. In fact, I was so aroused that I contemplated rubbing one out. But I had no idea when the Delsons would be home. Plus, I had a sneaky suspicion that Mr. D. wanted me to be a horny little bitch on the ride home.
So, I switched on the TV and did my best to keep my mind off my arousal. Not an easy task because my pussy was drenched.
I was just about to cave and finger myself to a much-needed orgasm when I heard the key in the front door. Finally!
“Everything go smoothly?” Mrs. Delson asked.
“Absolutely. Your kids were as good as gold and went to bed without any arguing,” I said. “To be honest, they are probably the best-behaved children I’ve ever watched. Call me anytime you need a sitter.”
“Wonderful! Now, shall we head downstairs?” Mrs. D. asked pointedly.
“Downstairs?” I asked, my head tilting and my brows furrowed.
“Yes, to our private playroom. I’m sure your pussy must be drenched after having that butt plug in your ass,” she said casually, as if it were the most normal thing to say to the babysitter.
“I… uh… hmm…” I stammered.
She laughed. “Cat got your tongue? Come, now, Katie. I can smell your arousal, my dear. I know you were hoping for a cock in that slutty little cunt, but I promise you, my tongue and fingers will make you see God.”
Mr. D. looked amused. “Oh, Katie. Did I not mention that it’s my wife who likes to get freaky with the babysitter? I just like to watch. You can say no, and I’ll drive you straight home. But I have a feeling you really want to say yes.”
Gobsmacked by this turn of events, I figured I had two choices: say thanks, but no thanks, or have my first experience with a woman. My dripping pussy answered for me. I needed to cum.
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” Mrs. D. purred. “And, of course, you’ll get the opportunity to return the favor.”
I inhaled sharply and followed her down the stairs, with Mr. D. close behind me, into titillating new territory for me.
