Your naughty babysitter [18f]

I’ve been waiting for this day.

Ever since I started, months ago, I’ve been fantasizing about you finding me. When I stuff my pussy with that dildo you saw me with, I imagine it’s you. When I hear your car in the driveway, my abused folds only get wetter. When you pay me for watching the kids my mind drifts to you paying me for *other* services. Not that you’d need to. I’m a good girl, I’d do it for free.

Did you ever suspect it? Did I leave my scent in the air, arousal, and sweat, and sex? Did you ever think twice about the perk of my nipples on those days I was bold enough to forego a bra? Did you find the panties I left in your bed that one night, and realize that your wife’s were two sizes larger?

You did, didn’t you. You just didn’t know it was for you.

The panties were the most adventurous of a recent series of experiments. I was growing restless. I craved the thrill of being caught, but was just afraid enough of the aftermath to refrain from anything too drastic.

But despite my desire, I couldn’t have been prepared for *this*.

The kids were long asleep, and I had another hour and a half before you got home. My session was well underway, and I had my own stream playing on the smart tv, basking in the praise from hundreds of strangers. Like most cam girls, I’d follow commands for money, and today a particularly *generous* viewer was demanding I fuck myself with my dildo and *moan*. *Daddy wants you to stuff yourself, baby girl, scream for me.* So that’s how you found me, sir, sprawled and writhing on the couch, skirt around my ankles, tee pushed above my breasts. Still wearing my lace lingerie, but the panties were pushed aside to make way for the dildo, and the bra was hardly holding my tits in, disheveled from endless kneading and twisting. And the sounds I was making were straight out of one of those erotic audios. Loud enough that I didn’t hear the usual signs of your arrival. It wasn’t until you’d entered the room that I finally took notice. I gasped at the sound of footsteps, and turned to see you, looming in the doorway, an unintelligible expression on your face.

“Sir, I-”

Previously too shocked to really register the situation, it was only then that I tried to cover up, pulling my tee down and cupping my mound from your view.
You just smirked at my delayed reaction, and rounded the couch to fully take in the sight. Flushed face, heaving chest, and skin slik with sweat. The shirt did little to conceal the firmness of my nipples, and the dildo, covered in my juices, say inches away from my core.

“I always knew you were a slut” you said, stepping towards me. “Whoring yourself for anonymous men on the internet. A pretty thing like you deserves something… *real*.

You moved closer still and I became acutely aware of *everything*. The intent in your eyes. The bulge in your pants. *What was about to happen to me.*

“You’ve been craving it, haven’t you? That’s why you’ve been getting more reckless. Don’t think I didn’t notice the little present you left for me. They’ve provided me a new cum rag when my wife’s away.”

I might’ve whimpered in response. By now you were dangerously close, leaning over the couch with a hand braced on either side of my shoulders. Boxing me in. Trapped. Behind you, the screen played on, displaying the scene and my- *our* growing audience.

“I’ve been restless too, lately. I’ve known about your little performances from the beginning. Do you know how many hours I’ve accumulated in the office bathroom watching them? I had plans, too. I was thinking blackmail, you wouldn’t want your parents finding out would you? Or to offer to join your sessions, simply for the views. But after yesterday… well I realized I could just take what was mine.”

*2,645, 3,170, 4,279*

*Yesterday*. Yesterday had been intense. Loud, sweaty, and completely thoughtless. For the first time I found myself moaning something other than *”fuck”* or *”yes”* during my climax: *your name*.

*6,637, 7,015, 7,824*

At some point you’d moved a hand to my jaw, firmly tilting my face to yours, forcing eye contact I wouldn’t dare break. The other was in the midst of unzipping, unfastened, and tugging until your cock was free. Hard. Throbbing. And fucking *big*.

You smirked and my obvious stare.

“And now the fun begins”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vdejlo/your_naughty_babysitter_18f