During highschool I babysat on Friday and Saturday nights all the time. It was not unusual for innocent, young me to be driven home late at night by an older father who had a few too many drinks on his breath. Occasionally I’d catch a slow look or a subtle ‘growl’ but nothing ever really happened . . . other than the roots of a little fantasy beginning to grow in my young mind.
Then, shortly after college I had a brief stint as a nanny for a family during their winter ski vacation in Aspen, Colorado. It was long days of schlepping bratty children to ski school but the setting was gorgeous and the money was good so it wasn’t terrible. Plus, I played the part so well. Wearing little skirts and braids like these pics (which were taken recently for some role play . . . smartphones and selfies weren’t really a thing back then).
As the vacation went on – the mom and dad were grating on eachother, bad. They didn’t seem to like each other very much and would constantly argue. A few times I’d catch dad looking at me curiously. And, when they’d fight I’d get a clear look of “fuck this” from him. I thought it was pretty funny.
One night, after the kids were in bed,the two of them argued loudly about god knows what. Then, mom gathered up a few things and stormed out of the hotel suite we were all sharing. On the way out the door she waved her arm at me and shouted in total bitch-voice (in front of both me and dad) “Have fun with HER” [slams door]. I think I was too naive to realize what was happening and I went about my duties of folding the kid’s laundry in the living room area while dad retreated to the master bedroom and took a long shower with the door open.
I think he caught me peering in at him a couple times and as he got out of the shower and dried his body, it was clear . . . he definitely was making sure that I saw. I could feel myself blushing and just kept trying to look busy with the laundry. A few minutes later, he called to me from the bedroom, asking if I could bring the laundry in there, saying he was looking for a pair of shorts that was maybe with the kid’s clothes. I always do as I’m told, and I was actually a little scared of the temper I had just seen him unleash on his wife. So, into the bedroom I scurried with a stack of freshly folded laundry.
He was standing in a towel and the room was dim and still steamy from the shower. His hair damp and chest dripping with beads of water. The look in his eyes was now 1000% clear to me what was about to happen, and those roots of old fantasies in my mind from high school were suddenly starting to grow up. I felt myself gush…
He motioned to the bed where I bent over to put the clothes down and peered back over my shoulder at him as I did. I think I was double checking that I wasn’t crazy, that this was happening . . . like I needed one final piece of confirmation. He nodded slowly at me and I paused, bent over, motionless. I turned my head back around, stared at the stack of clothes and waited with my hands spread against the hotel comforter.
I felt his hips come up behind me and his hands glide up the front then wrap around to the back of my thighs underneath my little plaid skirt. I exhaled. He moved fast. In one bold motion the back of my skirt went up and my thong pulled down my thighs. Next, I felt one big hand on the dead center of my back push me down against the bed, and his other hand slid between the lips of my wet little cunt. I moaned like a dumb little college nanny. I wanted this. The fantasy was happening.
Without hesitation he shoved his cock into my tight little pussy, stretching me open while my face was buried in the stack of freshly folded kid’s sweaters. When my moans got louder, almost screaming with the size of his cock inside me, he pushed my head harder into the stack to muffle the noise. He thrusted and thrust and thrust and thrust, solid and deep, until I felt him explode inside me. I exhaled again, slowly, sort of mixed with a final moan.
After a few moments with his hand still planted firmly on my back, he slowly pulled out of me with heavy , hot breaths on my neck. He wrapped the towel back around his waist and retreated into the bathroom, softly closing the door, probably to sit in the steam room they had in their suite. I unfolded my body, pulled up my thong and could already feel the cum starting to drip down my inner thigh. I collected the laundry, quietly left the bedroom, closed the door, and resumed my folding duties before going to bed.
I got hungry glances from him the rest of the trip. It was just a short-term nanny position so I never saw the family again after that!
* Originally posted by me on my blog at www.EllesConfessions.com *
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/l93vwu/daddy_fucks_the_babysitter_true_story