(All Characters in this story are over 18)
It’s a night like many others. I’m about to drive the babysitter home after she has been watching my child. She sits in the passenger seat dressed in a knee length skirt with a long sleeve shirt and a sweater vest. To fill the time we start talking, “So you’re eighteen now,” I begin as we pull out of my neighborhood. “I suppose next year you’ll be going to college. Will you still be able to babysit?”
“Oh I hope so,” She says enthusiastically. “I have so much fun with you kid.”
“That’s because you have natural maternal instincts. You’ll be a fine mother one day.”
She laughs awkwardly, “I don’t know about that.”
“Don’t worry,” I smile. “It will come naturally.”
“Hopefully not for a while,” She adds. She looks concerned for a moment. Seemingly picking up on a subtle change in my demeanor she fidgets in her sea. Some primal sense has alerted her to the fact that I see her as more than a temporary caretaker. She shakes her head to dismiss the premonition. We’ve known each other for a while and she decided to not read into my comment too much.
“Well you might want to get some birth control. I know you’ve got a boyfriend, and besides even if that doesn’t last you’ll have plenty more in college.”
“Well, I haven’t stated taking the pill.” She squirms in her seat. Visibly uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation, and embarrassed about blurting out her lack of birth control. “I mean,” she begins with nervous laughter, “Brad wants to, but I just don’t think I’m ready for that kind of thing. So, no need for that stuff right” She looks like she’s ready to open the door and run, but we’re turning onto the highway. There is nowhere to go. Trapped with me she nervously glances around the car and catches my quizzical look and adds, “I mean, I kinda want to, but a girl isn’t supposed to want that.”
I reach over and place a hand on her knee, and subtly move up her thigh, “It’s okay. Its natural to want sex. It’s a basic instinct.” She looks at me and blushes, smiling weakly. “You know what?” I ask rhetorically, seemingly changing the subject, “I think it’s time you got a promotion. I’ve been thinking about it ever since you turned eighteen. I’ve even got a bonus in mind for you.”
“Really?” She adds excitedly, “what’s the bonus?”
“You’ll see,” I say, turning off our normal route, “but we have to take a different way.”
“Oh,” she says with concern tingeing her voice.
“So, how far have you gone with your boyfriend?” I say returning to the previous conversation.
“Not far,” she admits, clearly uncomfortable by our return to discussing more intimate matters. “Just kissing.”
“Have you seen his cock yet?”
“No!” She shouts her face red. She stammers trying to steer the conversation elsewhere. Before she can say anything though my hand slides up her leg to her groin.
“I bet you’ve never been touched like this.” I press my fingers against the fabric of her panties. They traced up and down the folds of her pussy’s lips.
Shocked by my touch she starts to squirm in her seat. “Stop!” she cries with a shuddering breath. She’s afraid, but she’s also aroused. In a panic she tries to take my hand away, and twist her away from its reach.
“Hold still,” I warn. “It’s dangerous to distract me while I’m driving.” To emphasize my point I make the car swerve inside the lane.
The babysitter relents, and I return to stroking her pussy over her panties. Soon my fingers become familiar with the details of her anatomy, and I’m able to focus my touch on her clit. “Please,” she pants as her breathing becomes heavy, “stop. If you stop now I won’t tell anyone.”
“You don’t like this? It’s part of your bonus.” Through her panties I feel a wet spot growing as I continue to rub her cunt. “You’re already soaking your panties. It seems like your body wants this, even if you won’t admit it.”
“No,” she insists, “I’m a good girl.” Her sentence ends in a stifled moan, “I’m not, mhuhmm, “I’m not supposed to like this.” She puts a hand over her mouth, but she can’t stop herself from continuing to moan. Her face contorts as she tries to focus on shutting out the sensation. So focused on controlling her arousal she’s only dimly aware that we’ve pulled off the highway.
After several minutes we came to an isolated stretch of road. I pull the car into a secluded alcove. I turn to the babysitter and announce, “We’re here.”
“What?” She asks, confused. Her breathing is still labored as she tries to fight through her fog clouding her head.
“Where you’ll receive your promotion.” I responded cryptically. “First, you need to go to the back seat.”
She shrinks in her seat upon hearing that. “I think we’ve done enough,” she protests.
“If you think that then you’re free to leave.” I gesture to the dark streets of the city.
“No, please,” she begs tears welling up in her eyes. “Just take me home.”
“No, that’s not happening.” I sigh and exit the car taking the keys with me. Moving over to the passenger side I open the door and ask, “Now are you moving to the backseat, or am I leaving you here?”
“No, I’ll go to the backseat,” She relented, the fear quivering in her voice. “You don’t have to do this,” she pleads as she crawls in through the open door. “What about your wife?”
“She doesn’t need to know.” I say following her in pushing her down on her back. “You don’t want to be a homewrecking harlot do you. Because that’s what you’ll be if anyone finds out.” My hand slides up her shirt, and her bra to grope her perky teen tit. I pinch her hard nipple and she bites her lip to stifle a moan. “Why would you want that, when you can enjoy your promotion to being my secret breeding slut.”
“No,” she moans, “this is wrong.” Her concentration wavers as my other hand moves back to her crotch. A shiver ripples through her at my touch. “We,” she stammered, trying to focus on something other than the sensation from her cunt, “we should stop.”
“We?” I ask mockingly, “So you admit that you want this.”
“No, I -” she started to speak only to be silenced when I grabbed her face and held it still. The fear shone in her eyes as I kissed her trembling lips. I worked my way down her neck kissing as I went. Frozen in shock she lay there as I lifted up the lairs sweater, shirt, and bra. She closed her eyes and turned her head away in a futile attempt to back away, not wanting to watch as I bent down to kiss down her breast. Reaching her nipple I began to suck on her. I could feel her firm flesh in my mouth as I alternated between sucking, biting, and licking the tip of her tit.
She bit her lip in an attempt to hold in the moan. The babysitter squirmed underneath me as sensation cascaded through her being. Down between her thighs my hand pulled her panties to one side, and I ran a finger down her wet slit. “Nooo,” she moaned, eyes still closed. Sliding a finger into her tight young cunt I could feel her wetness ooze all around me. I lubed up my fingers with her vaginal juices and turned my attention back to her clit. My fingers slick with her grool I traced intricate loops around the folds of her hood. All the while I continued to stimulate her breasts with my mouth.
The babysitter’s breathing became more ragged. Her body was succumbing to the pleasure even as her mind still struggled to reject the sensation of my assault. One of her hands feebly tried to push my head off her nipple, while she used the other one to silence the moans that escaped with every breath. She was long past being able to vocalize any protest, but she struggled in vain not to give into the burning lust awakening inside her. Despite this her body began to shiver in preparation for the building crescendo inside her.
“Good,” I said, moving off of her. “I think you’re ready.”
“Ready for …” She began before her rational mind was able to understand what I meant. “No, please,” She pleaded as she tried to scramble back. I grabbed her legs and pulled her back to the door where I was standing, pulling up her skirt in the process. Her ass now hung off the side of the seat, lining her up perfectly for what was to come. I undid my pants and let them fall down revealing my rock hard erection. “No, no, no,” sobbed the babysitter as the moment she dreaded arrived. In a final desperate bid to stop her impending penetration she clung to her panties. Eager to claim my prize I tore away the last of her resistance and lined up my cock to push inside her.
Slowly I pressed the head of my cock into her, gently spreading apart the folds of her labia. The new sensation caused the babysitter’s pleas to stop, drowning in a gasping moan. She became lost in the sensation of her virgin pussy being stretched for the first time. When I felt resistance I rocked my hips back, before pushing back in again. Slowly opening her up and letting her acclimate to my member inside her. “Oooh,” she moaned ,”It hurts. Ugh, stop, ooh, please.”
“We’re not stopping now. Just relax,” I said, giving her another slow thrust. “It will feel better soon.” I continued to work her wet hole for several minutes, slowly opening her up. For the first while she continued to sob and beg me to stop. By the time I could fit my full length in he the begging stopped, replaced by lusty moans. Judging that she had gotten over the initial discomfort I began to speed up the tempo of my thrusts. The babysitter’s body began to respond instinctively, rocking her hips in time with my thrust, craving the new sensation stretching her cunt. I wanted to reward her for following her instincts, whether consciously or not. One of my hands moved down to her clit, and I began to rub it in time with my thrusts.
“Oh fuck,” She moans the dual sensation of me thrusting inside her and her clit being rubbed enough to trigger something inside her. Tears still streaked down her face, but she was more actively moving with my rhythm. “Oooooh,” she moaned, and her body started to shake as the pleasure cascading through her body drowned her rational mind. Basic instinct to breed took over and the walls of her vagina began to tighten around my cock. She was a hair away from orgasm, and her face contorted in blissful agony. Seeing her on the edge pushed me to my limit. I pressed in hard, getting my cock as deep inside her as I could. Letting out a guttural groan as my cum erupted from my member, coating her contracting walls with thick ropes of my potent seed. Her body responding to a biological imperative reached its own crescendo spammed in orgasmic blizz. Her pussy clamped down on me, milking my cock for every last drop of cum and moving it deep into her womb. For a second she lay there in the afterglow, but her rational mind reasserted itself. Ashamed in shock she rolled over on her side and began to sob.
I removed myself from her as she’s curled into the fetal position on my backseat. She lay there shivering with each of her sobs, my cum leaking from her. “You know that you’re more likely to conceive if you remain on your back. That cum stays inside you.” She didn’t respond, she lay silent in the backseat. “Well, we will have plenty of chances to improve. You’ll adjust to your new position. We have a long weekend ahead of us.” The babysitter’s face peaked back at me with newfound terror. “Yea, my wife thinks I’m heading out on a business trip after dropping you off. She doesn’t realize how intimate the orientation I’m going to be running is.” Before she can make a mad scramble to escape I close the door. She screams, but she’s trapped by the child safety locks. I pull up my pants and return to the driver’s seat. Looking back at the former babysitter who had begun cowering in the backseat. “Yes, I think you’re going to do great as my breeding slut. You just need some hands-on training. Congratulations on your promotion.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vwa7xs/the_babysitters_promotion_nc_breeding_mdom