The slutty babysitter (mf)

It was a lovely Friday evening one hot summer. It was warm, sunny, and Marcus had even asked me to go to the movies with him, yet here I was babysitting the Walsh kids. I had to decline my boyfriend Marcus’s offer to go on a date to babysit, and it killed me since I usually had to plan the dates.

Well, plan I did. I planned for the kids to be exhausted by the end of the night, and after I put them to bed earlier than usual Marcus would come slip in through the back door and we could have some alone time.

It was just before 8:30pm when I finally got Millie and Toby to sleep and my fun could begin. I texted Marcus, who appeared at the sliding back door in no time. I watched his handsome tall figure slip in through the door before engulfing him in a hug. He was much taller than me, maybe 6’0 and I was a mediocre 5’5. He was slim, had the cutest baby blue blue eyes, and was pretty well endowed for anyone our age, specifically 6 inches. That was just fine for me and my slender tight pussy, and he knew all of the right buttons anyways.

Marcus wasted no time, he swiftly picked me up from the hug, and his hands went to my thick thighs, hoisting me up. Although I was short, I had a good pair of thighs and an even better pair of tits. Perky 34Cs with pretty pink nipples. My hazel eyes took the sight of him in, already stirring up some naughty ideas for us as he sat down on the couch, positioning me to straddle him. I flipped on the TV just in case we got a little to noisy, and leaned in to kiss him.

That was the beginning to our fabulous make out session. As I mentioned before, he knew all the right buttons and got rough with me when he wanted to. He would roughly pinch my nipples, spank my ass, or force my hips to roll on his crotch, and I loved every second of attention that came with it.

Things where really getting hot and heavy when Mr. Walsh walked in. I paid no attention as I was facing the kitchen, not the front door, but when Marcus stopped slobbering on my now bare chest I began to catch on something was up. With a small glance behind me I saw him there. He looked angry, disgusted even, but even he couldn’t deny he had enjoyed the sight.

“Brenda… your friend needs to leave” he barked in a gruff tone. “Yes sir” Marcus answered for me as he moved me aside and tried to conceal the massive boner he had acquired as he made his way out the back door. To paint the picture for you, he quickly abandoned me, leaving me with only a skirt on as he’d slipped off my shirt and bra a few minutes earlier so he could suck my titties.

My face was redder than a tomato, yet i still found it kind of sexy to have been caught, and my hard nipples must’ve given that away. I turned towards mr Walsh to apologize before my eyes widened and I realized I was bra less, sotting exposed in front of my employer about to apologize for getting off on the job. My hands instantly shot up to cover my nipples, and I couldn’t meet Mr Walsh’s eyes.

“I-I’m so sorry Mr Walsh.. he had asked me to hang out but I couldn’t bail on you guys but I didn’t wanna bail on him, so I just wanted him over for a little while and the kids are fast asleep upstairs and it’ll never happen again, I’m so sorry” I babbled nervously, still clutching my breasts. He had been awfully quiet since he caught us, and looked to be in a deep state of thought, the tent in his pants had only grown since the first time I noticed it though.

“Brenda.. I have a proposition for you” he said after a minute or so of silence. “I won’t fire you or tell my wife if you let me finish you off tonight. I know your friend there left you hot and bothered, I can tell by your nipples you where having some fun” he ventured, taking steps closer to me. I really needed the money, and I began to weigh my options. Before I could confirm or deny he was on top of me. He was taller than Marcus, heavier too with a nice dad bod. He wasn’t fat, nor was he jacked, but he was beefy in all the right places and I had fantasized about him once or twice in the shower. His green eyes where focused on my tits, and his short brunette hair tickled my chin as he sat on top of me, arching his back and curving so he could get a taste of my amazing titties.

I moaned loudly, as he did so, and he lightly bit my nipple as a warning sign, bringing me back to reality. “What about Margaret? What about the kids?” I stammered in between heavy breaths.
“Margaret’s still out with Genie, she won’t be home for ages, and as for the kids you’ll have to keep that pretty little mouth shut, or I’ll leave you hot and heavy too…” he warned, taking a few deep breath before he went back to devouring my titties. I was a hot moaning mess under him as he worked on my titties. My bare pussy was getting wetter by the second, and the friction against the leather sofa only brought me more pleasure. Once Mr Walsh finally decided he was done with my titties, both of us knew what was next. He had a fully pitched tent, and I was obviously soaked.

He stood up, stepping off of bed before lowering himself to the floor to be face level with my pussy. “Brenda… you’ve been so naughty tonight. Now you’re leaving wet spots on my furniture?!” He teased me in an angry tone, though he wasn’t actually mad about it. “You really planned this huh, you slut? No panties, a short skirt, Marcus must love you you whore” he smirked up at me, taking in the view. Before I could respond to his amazingly sexy dirty talk, he shoved his head between my legs inviting himself in. He licked up the wet spot on the couch first, driving me crazy as he would sometimes lick me in the process, but his main attention was on then couch. I adjusted my hips to be be closer to his face, and gave my pussy a light but firm smack. “Wait your turn slut” he commanded, continuing to make sure every trace of me was off the couch and my thighs. “I was gonna eat you out to make sure you where wet enough, but since you’re so impatient Brenda I’ve lost interest.. and you seem wet enough” he said, leaving me to crave any sort of sensation there.

Instead he stood up, picked me up almost effortlessly, and brought me to the other side of the couch where he bent me over the back and adjusted us. I was in a make shift doggie position, bent over the couch completely exposing my pussy and ass to him. He roughly tore off my skirt, leaving it ripped and unwearable. I took that as a punishment, it seemed fair to me at the time, and I was too horny to be upset over It. I would have to drive home bottomless like a slut, and pray my parents where asleep before coming inside.

I cried out when he gave my pussy and ass a harder spank, and that loud cry earned me another sharp smack, but this time I clamped my mouth shut so I wouldn’t earn another. “Look whose learning” he chuckled under his breath, and he aligned himself with my tight hole. I could feel his heat, his large mushroom tip was just barley touching the slit of my glistening pussy, but I had learned my lesson about being impatient last time. I waited the agonizing seconds before he finally began to slip into me. I hadn’t realize how big he was. At least 8 inches, and remember when I said he was beefy in all the right places? Yeah. This counted. He was girthier than anything I had ever shoved in my pussy before. Bigger than Marcus, thicker than a cucumber, larger than my vibrator. No other way to put it, he was well endowed and even if I didn’t like it my only option was to enjoy it. He placed one firm hand on my back, shoving me down onto the back of the couch, and the other he hooked on my thigh so he could work himself in.

He finally got the head in, and I had to cover my mouth with my hands to conceal my moans. God I couldn’t believe that was already his head. His cut dick felt different than Marcus’s. Better than Marcus. He slowly slipped more into me, I had about 4 inches in me and was a writhing mess beneath him. He had so much girth compared to Marcus, the way it filled me was indescribable. “Fuck Mr Walsh” I whimpered, hoping that was enough to make him go fully in. He took my moans and whimpers of encouragement and finally slid all the way in me. With how wet I was it was pretty easy, he just had to make sure he could fit in my tight cunt. I was biting a pillow on the couch to conceal my noises, this was the fullest I’d ever feel in my life. Nothing could ever compare to Mr Walsh. He was so strong and rough with me, between the dirty talk and way he commanded me I was a hot mess for him, and he knew.

He slowly began to pump in and out of my tight cunt, stretching me out. My pussy lips gripped his large cock, adding extra pleasure for us. I had also never fucked without a condom like we where now. It admittedly was a different and better experience. His raw hot veiny cock stretched me out just right, and a condom would’ve taken away from that sensation. He went at his own pace, not caring if it was too much or not enough for me. When it was slow and deep, he seemed to enjoy it more, taking his time with this fresh teen cunt. I on the other hand preferred fast and hard. The force and speed made my knees feel weak, and when he was basically a jackhammer inside of me that’s when my first orgasm took over. I had never had one this intense before. I moved a hand to my pussy to rub my clit as I rode my orgasm out. I was under the understanding that would be all, he made me cum like he had mentioned and I would be on my way, but he kept going, only seeming to care about himself now.

I had to remove my hand from my pussy as my orgasm ended. I was now over stimulated as he didn’t even switch his pace, pounding my cunt fast and hard. I cried out loudly, shaking underneath him as he continued to roughly fuck me, and that cry earned me another slap on the ass. “Please.. it’s too much” I whimpered out, flailing my arms. “Mr Walsh, please!” It was too much for me, I was heavily overstimulated, I felt like I was gonna explode. My vision had gone hazy, and that’s when he he came deep in my pussy, claiming me as his own. As he came inside of me it triggered another one of my own orgasms, and I bit the pillow again to keep from screaming. That was the most intense fucking I had ever experienced, and my double orgasm left me exhausted. He moaned as my cunts walls contracted around him as I came on him a second time, and suddenly he slipped out of me.

I was exhausted and a mess, trying to catch my breath not even bothering to move yet. “Fuck Mr Walsh, that was amazing” I panted, clenching my pussy to feel the cum mixing inside of me. This was another foreign feeling for me, but this was the night I found out creampies where one of my favorite kinks.

I hadn’t even realize he had left temporarily, and when he reappeared he had a check in his hand, paying me for my baby sitting and a little something extra.

“See you next week Brenda” he said, before walking away as if nothing had happened. I collected my things, throwing only my tshirt on before leaving. I masturbated in my car before I left, playing with the cum that dropped from my swollen pussy, and came one last time to the thought of him before driving home.

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Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed let me know, I like writing them but it needs to be worth my while too. Let me know if I should write more and if this made you cum. Xoxo – cuddledud

(Just to clear this up, this is a fake story about one of my fantasies. This is not me, though I wish it was)

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ny8qje/the_slutty_babysitter_mf