My Gorgeous Inexperienced Babysitter Takes Care Of My Big Dick While My Wife Is Not Around

The Babysitter’s Indiscretion

It was a sleepy Tuesday evening, and John wasoti home alone, anxiously awaiting his wife’s return from her girl’s night out. Little did he know, his stunning, curvaceous babysitter arrived earlier than usual to look after the kids. Carly was the epitome of innocence, with her golden locks styled in two matching pigtails and a cute mini skirt that barely contained her luscious figura.

As John settled onto the couch, the busty teen sashayed into the living room, her tiny tits bounced enticingly with each step. “Is there anything I can get for you, Mr. John?” Carly purred, her baby blues igniting a spark within him. Swallowing hard, he shook his head, but his eyes betrayed his desire, roaming hungrily over her petite form.

Sensing his gaze, Carly bit her lip, smirking coyly. She hopped onto the couch, straddling his lap with a mischievous glint in her eye. “I think there’s something else you want, sir.” She grabbed his hands and placed them on her voluptuous ass. “Don’t worry, I’m on the pill. And your wife won’t be home for hours.” Her breathy voice sent shivers down his spine.

Unable to resist, John grabbed her hips and pulled her close. Carly shirked off her top, revealing her small, perky tits. She leaned in, her pink nipples grazing his chin. “Go ahead and touch me, Mr. John. I’ve been such a naughty girl, and I need to be punished.”

Gripping her ass, he kneaded the soft, supple flesh. Carly let out a whimper, grinding against his growing bulge. “Your big, hard cock feels so good. I’ve been dreaming about it all week!” she confessed breathlessly.

John’s eyes darkened with lust. In one swift motion, he ripped off her flimsy skirt, revealing her pristine, bare pussy. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled, his fingers dipping into her glistening folds.

“Yesss,” Carly hissed, her hips rolling in tandem with his thrusting digits. “I’ve been thinking about your thick cock all day. Fucking me with that monster while your wife is out.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. John undid his belt with one hand, freeing his massive shaft. It bobbed in front of Carly’s face, thick veins pulsing with need. The slutty babysitter opened wide, accepting him into her eager mouth.

“Oh fuck!” he grunted, as her talented tongue swirled around his engorged head. She took him deep, relaxing her throat to accommodate his girth. Carly sucked enthusiastically, slobbering all over his dick, leaving it gleaming with her spit.

“Your big cock tastes so good, Mr. John!” she exclaimed, popping off for air. “I want you to fuck me so hard, I can’t walk straight!”

John’s patience wore thin. He grabbed the teen, tossing her on the fluffy rug. Carly’s legs spread invitingly, her shaved slit dripping with arousal. John wasted no time, slamming his hips forward, sheathing himself fully in one powerful thrust.

“YES!” Carly screamed as she was split open on his enormous cock. Her walls stretched deliciously around his thickness, accommodating his plundering shaft. “You’re so fucking deep, Mr. John! Breed my tight little pussy!”

Overcome with lust, John pounded into her relentlessly, gripping her slender thighs. Her tits bounced wildly with each collision of their hips. “That’s it, whore! Take my dick! Milk it with your needy cunt!”

Carly’s eyes rolled back, mouth agape in ecstasy. She pushed her hips against his, urging him deeper. “Harder! Fuck me harder! Ruin my teenage pussy with your big daddy dick!”

John felt his release approaching. “Gonna cum, you dirty slut! Gonna fill your fertile womb with my seed!”

“YES!” Carly wailed. “Cum in me, Mr. John! Pump me full of your hot jizz!”

With a guttural roar, John unloaded in her spasming cunt, his cock jerking and pulsing as spurt after spurt of viscid semen flooded her pussy. Carly let out a high-pitched keen, her orgasm crashing through, forcing her muscles to clamp down on his spurting dick.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, they collapsed in a sweaty heap, gasping for air. John’s softening shaft slipped out of Carly’s fucked-out hole with a wet plop. Sensing his fear, she whispered, “Don’t worry, the kids didn’t wake up. And I won’t tell anyone, unless you want them to know what a filthy whore babysitter you have.”

John nodded dumbly, mind reeling from the intensity of their tryst. As the teen gathered her clothes and excused herself, he knew their little rendezvous was far from over. Next time, he’d make sure the kids were sleeping over at grandma’s.

He fantasized about the endless possibilities – Carly riding his face while his wife was in the other room, maybe even a sloppy bukkake scene with a gang of his buddies seeded into the babysitter’s clandestine holes. John shook his head, dizzy with wanton thoughts. It was going to be a long night, and an even longer wait until next Tuesday rolled around.