**Hi, I’m Melody. I started publishing erotica this year, and my first line of stories is titled Sorority Babysitter Sluts. Each 2k-4k word story is about a hot, young college girl getting all tangled up with the older man who hires her as a babysitter for his kids. I learned a lot from lurking in this sub and wanted to post a free story here in return for all of the inspiration I’ve gotten. I hope you enjoy it!**
“I’ll be back around midnight.”
The text was from Sam, and I couldn’t help but feel bad that his working hours were so brutal. I mean, his house was huge, so the pay had to be amazing. Even so, it seemed like he was never around to enjoy it.
Still, it meant I got more time practicing my mixology. I knew that I didn’t really need to be doing it. If I stayed on as a server, I’d do fine. Any night I wear a v-neck, I get tons of tip money. But I just think it’s more fun to mix and pour, rather than walk around and serve.
One of the best parts of this gig is that Sam’s son, Brian, is not only really sweet, but he also goes to sleep early. The second best part is that Sam says it’s fine if I practice making a few drinks from his bar.
The third best part is Sam’s voice.
Normally, I’m all about the frat boys and their ripped bodies. But even though Sam’s a little softer, he’s got this raspy, smoky voice that gets me so hot. I’ve never experienced anything like it, and even though nothing will ever happen between us, I love the thrill of going home, turning on my vibrator, and picturing a wild, wild night with him.
It’s something I haven’t said to any of my sorority sisters, even when we get tipsy and start confessing the things that we’re not supposed to confess. Like when Krystal said she slept with the guy she’s babysitting for.
Krystal’s hot as fuck, so I can see how she’d make it happen and get away with it, but I’m not falling for that. Sam’s my guilty late-night vibrator fantasy, and that’s that. Besides, I’ve seen his new girlfriend, and she’s flawless.
So I was downstairs at Sam’s private bar, working on ratios for a couple of classics. I took a break, and then around 11:30 I decided to try out some margarita mixing. I was feeling pretty good about them when I finally heard Sam’s footsteps approaching.
“Hey, Trinity,” he said, that voice sending a jolt all the way down to my toes. His gray dress shirt had two buttons undone, and his five o’clock shadow was strong. I bit my lip for a second, then pulled myself together.
Trinity, stop it, I told myself.
“Hi, Sam,” I said. “You doing okay?”
“I’m exhausted,” he said.
“So was Brian,” I said. “We played board games for a while. He’s a clever kid.”
“Thanks,” he said. “He says you’re a ton of fun.”
I felt heat building in my cheeks…and between my legs.
Trinity, girl, calm down, I thought.
“I’m about to shake up some margaritas,” I said. “You want one?”
He hesitated. I held up the shaker and the ice cubes clacked around inside of it. I gave him my winning smile; the one I use right after I’ve brought a boy back to my bedroom. It always gets me what I want.
“I guess so,” he said. “Just a small pour, though.”
“It’s really good tequila,” I said. I gripped the shaker hard, and when I shook up our drinks, I made sure to do it so that he could see my tits bouncing the whole time.
It’s not nice, I know, but I love my body, and I love knowing how I can hypnotize so many men with my chest. It’s my naughty superpower.
So Sam was tired, his concentration was zapped from a brutal day at the office, and there I was, putting on a little show. He caught himself once or twice, pulling his eyes back up, trying to pretend like he wasn’t checking me out. And, oh, I know it was mean, but it was getting me so hot.
I poured him his half-drink, gave myself the other half.
“Cheers,” I said, clinking my glass against his.
“Thanks, Trinity,” he said.
We took our sips, and then there was a long silence.
“You gonna see your girlfriend soon?” I asked.
He shook his head sadly. “I had to cancel our beach trip. She’s not exactly thrilled with me right now.”
Oh, I thought. Poor Sam.
“I’m sure she’ll come around. You’re wonderful,” I said.
He sat down on the barstool. “Maybe.”
I leaned forward, letting him get a full view of my breasts. “She will. I’m sure you know how to treat a girl right and give her what she really wants.”
He raised his glass, I raised mine.
“Hey,” he said, “can you teach me how to make one of these? It’s really good.”
I grinned. “That’ll cost extra.”
I motioned him to come around to the other side of the bar. I handed him the measuring cup, then slid the tequila and the measuring cup his way.
“Start with this,” I said, and I told him how much to pour.
Less than a minute later, he had everything he needed in the shaker.
“What’s next?” he asked. “Ice?”
“Exactly,” I said, and then I turned around to the ice maker, making sure to bend over and take my time.
Trinity, stop teasing Sam, I told myself, but I just couldn’t help myself.
I had him add the ice and close the cap on the shaker.
“Now, you shake it,” I said.
“What’s a good way to do it?” he asked, looking back over his shoulder at me.
I bit my lower lip. I knew what I was about to do next was a terrible, mean thing, but I did it anyway.
I walked right up behind him, reached my arms around so I could grab his wrists, and I gently leaned against his back so he could feel my tits brushing against him. His entire body tensed up.
So, so wrong, I told myself, and I could feel my nipples getting so, so hard.
“Like this,” I said, and then I guided him through it.
He was quiet when it was done. I let go of him, took a step back.
I had gone too far. I’d made it awkward. He’d never hire me again.
Fuck, I thought. I blew it.
“Trinity?” he asked, and that deep, smoky voice filled up my senses.
“Yeah, Sam?”
“I think I need a little more practice. Come back.”
“Okay,” I said, and now I was a little tense, too. I stepped forward slowly, then pressed my tits against his back and I reached out for his wrists. He didn’t stop me.
“Like this?” I whispered in his ear. “Is this what you want?”
Lightning pulsed through my body. This couldn’t be happening. It was my secret, crazy fantasy. I was never meant to get this close to him. I was supposed to keep hooking up with lacrosse players, not divorced finance dads.
I brushed my lips against the side of his neck and lowered one of my hands across the front of his slacks. I ran my fingertips over the hard bulge of his cock.
“Bad daddy,” I whispered, and he shivered. “What am I supposed to do with you?”
I put my hand on his shoulder and slowly turned him toward me, drinking in his dusky cologne. He looked at me with those brown eyes and I could see the naked desire in them.
The first kiss was slow, soft.
The second kiss was explosive.
His tongue danced with mine and when we finally came up for air, I gasped. He looked stunned, too, and then we realized that neither one of us cared. We were too hungry for each other.
His breath became mine as our lips locked and I felt him trail his hands down my sides before pausing on my hips. Oh, I wanted more.
His hands went back up, brushing over the sides of my tits and I shuddered. Over the top of my shirt, his finger traced a circle around my nipple, and I let out the tiniest moan.
My fingers found the button on his pants and then his zipper was down and I could feel how he’d gotten even harder.
“I need to taste you,” I told him, and I pulled his cock free as I sat him in the bar stool. I bent forward slowly, looked him in the eyes, and then took the head of his cock into my mouth. My mouth had already been watering, and now it was sopping. I swallowed him up, inch by inch, and then slowly–oh so slowly–I rolled my tongue across the back of his shaft.
Sam squirmed and groaned as I sucked on his cock, and when I took it out of my mouth to stroke it, I made sure to keep it pressed against my cheek.
“Trin,” he said. “Jesus.”
I smiled, my devilish smile, and I plunged his cock back inside, feeling it pulse against my tongue. My mouth was so wet, but I knew my pussy was even wetter. Sam was mine now, totally mine, all mine.
I pulled my shirt over my head, grateful that I hadn’t been wearing a bra. I touched his cock against my breasts, then ran my fingers all up and down his slick rod.
“How does it feel, daddy?” I asked him.
“So fucking good,” he said.
“Can you make me feel good, too?” I asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
He stood up, put his hands on my waist, and put me on the bar. I arched my back as he pulled my leggings and panties down at the same time. Gently, so gently, he pushed my legs apart.
“Do you like my pretty pussy?” I asked, breathing hard, and running a finger over my hot, wet slit.
He didn’t answer. He put his tongue on my pussy lips and I titled my head back. A wave of pleasure ran through me, and my legs shook as he continued to slide his tongue all over my pussy.
“Nnnnnnngh,” I moaned when his tongue finally settled on my clit. I put a finger in my mouth to keep from crying out as he moved his tongue back and forth, with such gentle pressure that I thought I would melt right then and there.
“Ohhhhhhhhh, daddy,” I said. “Daddy, you’re so dirty.”
It was so much better than those lacrosse guys who had no idea what they were doing. Sam seemed to know exactly where to press his tongue, exactly when to lick in a slow circle on my clit, and I couldn’t do anything but moan and writhe as my entire body began to tremble.
I came, lifting my hips up from the bar, moaning deep and squinting my eyes shut, Sam’s gentle tongue never leaving my pussy. I came again seconds later, wrapping my legs around his head, trying to pull him as close as I could.
I was still shaking from my orgasm when I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my pussy. He was so incredibly hard.
“Yes,” I said, “Now.”
He slid inside of me and it was the wettest I’d ever been. I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him close enough to kiss again.
“You’re so fucking hard,” I whispered in his ear. “And you’re so fucking big. Don’t hurt me, daddy.”
The slow thrusts were the most amazing, most agonizing feeling. I curled my toes every time his full length was inside of me, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of his.
“Fuck me harder,” I said.
“No,” he said, and then gave me the same wicked grin I had given him earlier.
Every time I tried to change the pace, he’d pull out, and start sucking on my nipples. It felt amazing, even though it was such cruel teasing.
“Back inside,” I moaned. “I need to feel your big, hard cock filling me up.”
I put both of my hands on his chest, pushed him back. I got off the bar, gripped his cock by the shaft, and walked him over to the sofa.
He sat down and I climbed on top of him, shoving my breasts in my face and groaning when he started sucking on my nipples.
I guided his cock back into my pussy and bit his ear once he was all the way back inside of me. And when I started riding him, it felt so good that I could barely see straight. I kissed him like I was running out of air, grinding up and down on his thick, hard cock, feeling the heat building and building inside of me.
I came with a cry, arching back, and Sam’s strong hands found my shoulders, pulled me back, and he kept thrusting into me. I collapsed forward, gasping as he made me cum again, and I bit down against his shoulder to keep from screaming.
Before I could say anything, I was on all fours and he was behind me.
“Ohhhhhhh god,” I moaned, as he entered me from behind. I felt it all, every hard inch of him, and I wanted even more. “Daddy, please.”
I rocked my body back and forth to meet his thrusts, moaning low and loud.
“Pull my hair, daddy,” I said, and he grabbed my long hair and gave a tug. It was like electricity went through me, and I arched my back and closed my eyes.
“I need your cum,” I said. “I need you cum so, so bad.”
He didn’t slow down; I didn’t want him to. His cock was pounding my pussy, and I was so wet I was afraid he was going to slide out of me.
I don’t know who made the first move, but all I knew was that I was on my back on the sofa, his cock was so hard inside of me, and his face was inches from mine, our lips almost touching. But he wouldn’t kiss me and I would kiss him.
“Daddy, I’m gonna cum soon. Are you gonna cum for me?” I asked. “Are you gonna cum inside my pretty pussy?”
“Trinity, I–” he said, and I couldn’t hear the rest because I came and it rolled through my entire body.
His cock throbbed as he came, burst after burst of hot cum inside of my pussy.
Sam stayed on top of me, pressed his cheek against mine.
“Bad daddy,” I whispered, breathless, in his ear.
I curled against him, kissed him gently. We lay there, and I never wanted his hands to leave my skin.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done,” I told him.
“Me, too,” he said.
I took my time getting dressed. I wanted to stay the night. I wanted to fuck him until the sun came up. But I also knew that it was probably better if I didn’t wake up in his bed. Not yet at least.
“I don’t think we finished making that drink,” I said, when we were walking out the door and down the driveway to my car.
“No,” Sam said. “We didn’t. Do you think you can come back over later this week and we can try again?”
My heart was racing. “Yes. Just say when.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/rfhkm7/sorority_babysitter_sluts_trinity_mf_age_gap
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