Fucking Some Manners Into The Slutty ‘Sitter [MF] [MPOV] [Fiction] [Cheating] [Age Difference] [Degradation] [Rough Sex] [Blowjob] [Creampie]

Rob Daniels knows the *‘she’s asking for it’* line is generally frowned upon in this day and age, but he genuinely believes it to be true when it comes to their babysitter Nicole.

His wife hired her a couple of weeks back, and Nicole’s been working for them ever since to earn some money over the summer before she heads back to college. She evidently has made it part of her job to be a goddamn cocktease as well as a ‘sitter; parading around in her low-cut tops, *visibly* not wearing a bra, often not even bothering with panties either, if the several times Rob’s gotten an eyeful of shaved cunt while she’s bent over is anything to go by.

Its driving Rob fucking *insane*. The little tease knows exactly what she’s doing too. As soon as the evenings draws near, and Rob’s wife returns home from work, Nicole suddenly becomes the picture of innocence, her sultry fuck-me eyes and relentless, innuendo-laced flirting morphing into a trustworthy, all-business personality as she dutifully fills his wife in on how the little tyke’s day went.

Infuriatingly, she’s damn good at her job, so Rob can’t even fire her without raising any questions. And of course, when Rob’s in private with his wife and tries to bring up Nicole’s outfit choices as being somewhat *inappropriate*, his wife just rolls her eyes at him and berates him for *shaming* the chick for how she chooses to *express herself*.

How the hell did *he* become the bad guy here?

Being that Rob works from his home office, he has a lot of unavoidable contact with Nicole on a day-to-day basis. Whether it’s brushing by her in the kitchen when he goes to fix himself something to eat, or having to step in briefly when his kid is having an especially potent meltdown, he finds himself unable to simply steer clear of her for long. So over time, the tension builds, as does his latent annoyance over her obvious teasing.

***

As the weeks pass by, work becomes more hectic for both Rob and his wife, and soon, to make matters worse, he’s finding it harder to remember the last time they put fifteen minutes aside to blow off some steam, and by that, he means she always seems to be ‘too tired’ these days. They’ve started fighting about it too, which hasn’t helped at all with his seemingly perpetual shitty mood these days. It’s an amalgamation of all these things that lead him to finally snap, upon entry to the kitchen one day, “Do you mind not dressing like a five-dollar whore when you come over here to look after my kid?”

Nicole raises her eyebrows, turning to face him. She’d been on her tiptoes, reaching for something on a high shelf; a snack, for when the kid in question wakes up from his afternoon nap, probably. Her asscheeks had been peeking out from beneath the strip of fabric she called a skirt, pert and firm and cruelly tantalising.

Not for even close to the first time, Rob is filled with the urge to hate-fuck the absolute shit out of her. He doesn’t even feel bad about it anymore.

“Excuse me?” Nicole asks in a jesting tone, not even bothering to hide her self-satisfied smirk at the fact that she’s so obviously gotten to him.

“You heard me,” he snarls. “You know *exactly* what I mean, don’t play dumb with me.”

“*Someone’s* in a bad mood–”

“Do I look like I’m kidding around?” he snaps, taking several steps forward, moving towards her. He’s barely even aware of the action before he takes it, but it makes her startle visibly, pressing back against the counter. *That* makes something inside of Rob run a little warmer, just seeing her eyes grow that bit wider. It’s fucking dangerous to even let his thoughts stray in that direction, but he’s starting to think he’s too far gone already to stop.

“Are you gonna fire me?” she asks, sounding genuinely worried now.

He eyes her up and down, his frustration slowly bubbling to a peak.

“Depends on whether or not you can give me a reason to keep you around,” he says finally, his voice gruff. Her eyes light up again as she catches on.

“Oh,” she breathes, tentatively taking a step forward, coming closer. Rob leans back against the kitchen island, watching her expectantly until wordlessly, she drops to her knees in front of him. Rob’s gaze follows her, his cock twitching as he watches her nimble fingers hastily undo his belt, then his fly.

“I don’t have all day,” he says sharply, just to be a dick. He thinks he’s earned it. He’s been nothing but patient with her over the torturous last several months, and besides, he hasn’t gotten his dick wet in what feels like for*ever.* “And take that excuse for a shirt off too, let me see those tits.”

“Yes, Sir,” she says, breathless and suddenly deliciously submissive, pulling her shirt off over her head so quickly it makes her perky breasts jiggle, nipples puffy and rosy, and *fuck* if that sight doesn’t turn his cock to steel.

She takes him into her mouth, wrapping her plush, pink lips around the flushed head and sucking on it. Rob groans, at the hot, slick sensation, as well as the sight of her typically smug, smirking face, now stuffed with his cock. Her tongue swirls around the head, making it jerk and leak for her until, impatiently, he grabs a messy handful of her hair and then pushes her down further, humming in satisfaction when she gags, not expecting it.

Her throat convulses again, and Rob shushes her absentmindedly, muttering mindless, encouraging filth as her lips stretch around his length. “Come on, there you go… I’m sure a little slut like you can take a little more than that… oh yeah, that’s it,” he groans as she swallows around him, sucking in deep breaths through her nose as he fucks into her tight, wet throat. She has her hands on his thighs, fingers digging in as she pushes herself further.

“Ohhh, yeah,” he growls as her chin meets his balls. He curses quietly, hissing in pleasure and holding that pretty blonde head down on his cock, before finally releasing her, pulling her up for air so she can gasp and cough and regain her breath.

To her credit, he barely even has to instruct her before she wraps her hand around his prick again, fist stroking over it easily with the help of her spit and his precum. She licks her lips before taking it back into the warmth of her mouth, blinking up at him as if for approval.

“You’ll make a good little plaything,” Rob muses. She’s enthusiastic, that’s for sure. Nicole moans softly in response, her cheeks streaked with tears and mascara, chin slick with her saliva. “Mmm. Get up, bend over the counter,” he orders finally, suddenly impatient.

She stands, stumbling a little as she turns around and does as she’s told. Rob gets behind her, his hands sliding her tiny skirt up to her waist and gripping her round, perky ass, squeezing the soft, pale flesh. Then he smacks it, partly because he’s still pissed, partly just to see it jiggle.

“*Ah*,” she gasps. He does it again, enjoying the way her backside flushes red, and she moans in response this time, pushing back against him as he spanks again, harder. “*Fuck.* Please,” she begs. Rob chuckles.

“All this time, this is what you wanted, huh? To be my personal cocksleeve,” he says lowly, guiding himself into her pussy, enjoying the feel of her hot slit against his throbbing cockhead.

“Y–yes, Sir,” she breathes, arching her back, more desperate than he’s ever seen her. It’s about all Rob can take. With that, he thrusts forward, fully sheathing himself in her tight cunt. “Mr Daniels!” she cries out, squirming on it. Her walls clutch and spasm around him, trying to accommodate the sudden intrusion, and Rob keeps fucking her, holding her still by the hips as he pounds into her.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he growls, his fingers digging into her hips, hard enough to bruise. Each thrust makes her cry out again and again, and he can fucking feel her getting wetter the harder she’s fucked, like the little whore she is. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” he demands, spanking her again.

“Yes,” she whimpers, gasping for it. “Yes, fuck, *yes*.”

“What do you like?” he asks. “Say it, I want to hear you.”

“Y– your cock in me, *oh*– oh, *yeah, right there*,” she wails.

“Mmm,” he moans, watching his cock slide in and out of her snatch, covered in her pussy cream. “So fucking hungry for it. What’s the matter, hm? College boys aren’t hitting the spot?”

“N–no, Sir,” she pants, thighs quivering. “Oh, *fuck* yeah, I’m gonna cum,” she mewls, her pussy squeezing even tighter around his shaft. *Fuck*, Rob’s missed co-ed cunt. That special thrill that comes from having an eager, tight, shameless little thing panting for your dick like she needs it to live – he’s missed if, after far too many years of increasingly clinical sex, and then recently, none at all. He rams into her leaking hole, getting inside even deeper as she cries out with an orgasm, rocking back against the shaft buried deep inside her and shivering.

“Fuckkk,” Rob spits out, his cock throbbing and jerking with need. His thrusts become sloppy as the sporadic clutching of her vaginal muscles finally pushes him over the edge. He grinds against her as he cums, letting her clasping pussy milk the orgasm out of him, slow, and hot, and so fucking good.

They’re still for a few moments, both of them panting, dripping sweat. As they recover from their climaxes, and Rob tries to find the will to stop hunching his softening cock into her quivering snatch, she turns her head to look at him and asks, “So… does this mean I can keep my job?”

Rob chuckles. “Oh, yeah. You’ve proven yourself to be *very* useful.”

He might need her to remind him of that a couple more times, though. Just to be completely sure.

***

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