Chelsea Vegas Joins BabySitters Club! Paid for a blowjob while wife is gone

Title: **The Naughty Babysitters Club**

Imagine Bob, a seemingly ordinary college professor in his late thirties, trapped in a stale marriage with his nagging wife, Suzy. Their marriage had grown cold, and intimacy was a distant memory. Little did Suzy know, while she was away at her spinning yoga retreat, Bob had something much more exciting planned – a “babysitter” would be coming over to fulfill his deepest, darkest desires.

Camille, Bob’s young and voluptuous blonde student, had agreed to Bob’s scandalous proposal. She arrived at the specified time, her platinum locks cascading over her shoulders, wearing a short plaid skirt and a tight white blouse that accentuated her ample cleavage. Bob’s eyes widened, and his pulse quickened as he invited her inside.

“Come in, Camille. I’m so glad you could make it,” Bob said, trying to keep his voice steady as he led her to the living room. “The kids are at a sleepover, so we have the place to ourselves.”

Camille smiled coyly, her blue eyes sparking with mischief. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world, Professor.”

Bob chuckled nervously, pouring them each a glass of wine. “Please, call me Bob. Tonight, you’re not my student – you’re my… babysitter.”

Camille took a sip of her wine, her tongue darting out to lick a stray drop from her plump lower lip. “Mmm, I like the sound of that. So, what exactly does a babysitter do around here, Bob?”

Bob felt his pants tighten at the sight of her wet lips. “Well, in this house, the babysitter takes very good care of me,” he said, moving closer to her. “And in return, I make it worth her while.”

Camille leaned in, her breath hot against Bob’s ear as she whispered, “Oh, I’m sure you will.”

Bob couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed her face and pulled her into a passionate, wanton kiss. Their tongues collided as his hands roamed her body, groping her firm breasts and squeezing her ass. Camille moaned into his mouth, grinding her hips against his growing erection.

Breaking the kiss, Bob panted, “Take off your clothes, baby. Let me see that smoking hot body of yours.”

Camille immediately began unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her lacy white bra and her heaving cleavage. She shimmied out of her skirt, stepping out of it to expose matching panties that left little to the imagination. Bob gulped, his eyes drunk on her exposed skin.

“I want you to suck my cock,” Bob said huskily, tugging on his belt. “I’ll pay you handsomely for it.”

Camille bit her lip, nodding as she sank to her knees before him. She helped undo his pants, freeing his throbbing erection. Without hesitation, she wrapped her mouth around him, sucking hard as her hand pumped his shaft.

“Oh fuck, yes,” Bob groaned,gathering her silky blonde hair in his fist as she picked up the pace. “Just like that, you little slut.”

Camille looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes as she slurped and sucked on his member, letting him fuck her mouth. The contrast between her nubile body and her “babysitter” role was dizzying. Bob couldn’t believe this was really happening.

As she gagged on his cock, he felt his climax building rapidly. “I’m going to cum,” he grunted, pumping harder into her face. “I’m going to cum all over you, you dirty girl.”

With a strangled cry, Bob exploded, his hot seed spurting all over Camille’s face and chest. She moaned, hungrily swallowing what she could catch in her mouth. Finally spent, Bob stumbled back, catching his breath.

Camille stood up, wiping his cum from her cheeks. She licked it off her fingers with a satisfied grin. “Well, I sure hope you’re satisfied, Professor. But you promised to make it worth my while.”

Bob laughed, reaching for his wallet. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of forgetting.”

He pulled out a thick wad of cash and pressed it into her hand. Camille counted it greedily, stuffing the bills into her bra. “Mmm, maybe we can do this again sometime,” she purred. “Without the suffocating smell of textbooks in the way.”

Bob grinned, tucking himself back into his pants. “For the right price… anything is possible.”

As Camille bent to pick up her clothes, Bob took a moment to admire her cum-glazed skin and the money crumpled between her breasts. He had a feeling this wouldn’t be his last dalliance with his oh-so-eager student, babysitter, and paid companion.

Suzy would be none the wiser when she returned from her retreat. Bob would keep his naughty affair concealed while golfing with her dopey lawyer friends on weekends. He would have his cake and eat it too, the best of both worlds.

Camille was a revelation – the perfect combination of young, tight body and mature, experienced technique. So much more satisfying than the same old stale sex with his wife. Suzy, if she only knew, would throw a fit, but Bob couldn’t be bothered by her insecurities. He was living the dream.

With a renewed sense of vigor, Bob would return to school, doling out homework and lectures to his adoring (and mostly female) students without anyone suspecting the skeletons in his closet. He could barely wait for the semester to end so he could have Camille (and perhaps some of his other nubile students) over more frequently.

Bob sent her off with a lustful wave, counting down the days until the next time he could unload his dirty needs onto an innocent face once again.