Babysitter Kimmy Granger Wants Creampie Payment! S1:E3

Title: “The Sitter’s Salacious Secret”

It was a typical Friday evening for 18-year-old Tiffany (aka Baby Tiffany) at the Johnson household. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson had invited friends over for dinner and drinks, leaving Tiffany in charge of babysitting their two young children, Tommy and Tara. Little did she know, this night would turn into her wildest fantasy come true.

Tiffany sat on the living room couch, flipping through channels on the TV, bored out of her mind. The kids were tucked in bed, leaving her with nothing to do but wait for the Johnsons to return home. Her boredom quickly turned to annoyance when the doorbell rang. Standing on the other side was none other than the Johnsons’ 19-year-old neighbor, Brett Mitchell.

“Whoa, hey Tiffany,” Brett grinned, his eyes roaming lecherously over her skinny frame. “The Johnson’s aren’t home, are they?”

“Yeah, they’re out,” Tiffany replied, crossing her arms over her small chest. “What do you want, Brett?”

“I was just wondering…” Brett leaned in close, his voice low and husky. “If you’d like to make some extra cash tonight. I mean, you’re just here waiting around anyway, right?”

Tiffany’s curiosity was piqued. She stepped aside to let Brett in, shutting the door behind them. “What kind of cash are we talking about here?”

Brett pulled out a crisp fifty-dollar bill from his wallet, waving it tauntingly in front of Tiffany’s face. “Fifty bucks for one hour of your time. What do you say, babe?”

Tiffany bit her lip, considering the offer. Fifty bucks was a lot of money for a high school student like her. She knew her parents would kill her if they found out, but the temptation was too strong to resist. “Fine,” she finally agreed. “But we can’t do it here. The kids are asleep upstairs.”

Brett smirked, nodding towards the front door. “I have a better idea. Let’s go to my place. My parents are out of town for the weekend.”

Tiffany hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement. She couldn’t believe she was about to sell her body for money, but the allure of the crisp fifty-dollar bill was too strong to resist. She locked up the Johnsons’ house and followed Brett next door to his place.

As soon as they entered the Mitchell residence, Brett pounced on Tiffany, pinning her against the wall. His hands immediately went to her pert breasts, groping and kneading the tiny mounds through her thin tank top. “Fuck, you’re hot,” he growled, nibbling on her earlobe.

Tiffany’s body responded to Brett’s touch, her nipples hardening beneath his fingers. She could feel his massive erection pressing against her through his jeans, sending shivers down her spine. “Wait,” she groaned, pushing him away slightly. “I’ve never done this before.”

Brett’s eyes flashed with a predatory gleam. “What, you’re a virgin?” He laughed mockingly, clearly enjoying her discomfort. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll show you the ropes.”

With that, he ripped off Tiffany’s tank top, exposing her small, perky breasts. He latched onto one nipple, sucking and biting as his hands continued to grope her. Tiffany arched into his touch, her arousal growing with each passing second.

Brett guided Tiffany to the living room couch, where he pushed her down onto the soft cushions. He quickly shed his own clothes, revealing his impressive physique and rock-hard cock. “Fuck, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” he growled, rubbing his shaft teasingly against Tiffany’s shaved, wet pussy.

Tiffany whimpered with need, spreading her legs wider for him. She couldn’t believe how wet she was, how much she craved his touch. Brett took that as his cue to enter her, his thick cock stretching her tight virgin hole as he slid in balls-deep.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Brett groaned, pumping his hips against Tiffany’s. “I’m gonna wreck this little cunt.”

He fucked her hard and fast, grunting with each thrust. His hands gripped her hips bruisingly, pulling her closer as he rammed into her over and over again. Tiffany cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, her nails digging into his back as he ruthlessly fucked her.

Brett pushed Tiffany onto her hands and knees, slamming into her from behind. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back as he pounded into her sopping wet pussy. “Take it, you little slut,” he grunted. “Fucking take my cock.”

Tiffany could only moan in response, her body quaking with each powerful thrust. She could feel his cock hitting her cervix, the sensation pushing her closer and closer to the edge. “Please,” she whimpered, not even sure what she was begging for.

Brett ignored her pleas, continuing to fuck her relentlessly. “Beg for my cum, bitch,” he demanded, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass. “Beg me to cream your cunt.”

“Please,” Tiffany sobbed, tears of pleasure streaming down her face. “Please cum in me. I want to feel your hot seed filling me up.”

Brett obliged her request with a final, brutal thrust. He erupted inside her, his thick, hot cum spurting deep into her unprotected womb. Tiffany cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her as she felt his seed painting her insides.

They collapsed onto the couch, both panting and spent. Brett pulled out of Tiffany, a sticky mixture of their combined fluids seeping from her gaping hole. He reached into his pocket and tossed the promised fifty-dollar bill at her. “Thanks for the sex,” he grunted, already heading for the bathroom.

Tiffany stared at the money in disbelief, her body aching and her mind reeling. She had just sold her virginity for fifty measly dollars. And yet, some dark part of her relished the depravity of it all. As she stood on shaky legs and gathered her clothes, Tiffany knew one thing for certain – this was only the beginning of her sordid adventures into the world of paid companionship.