Filling Up The Babysitter Teen 18+ Porn Story

The Babysitter’s Taboo Temptation

Sarah, the precocious 18-year-old babysitter, had been watching over the Johnson children for months now. It was an easy gig – the kids were angelic and always went to bed without a fuss. The only issue was Mr. Johnson, the devastatingly handsome father, who was always flirting with her whenever his wife was out.

Tonight was no different. Sarah arrived at the Johnson residence, hips swaying seductively in her tiny denim short-shorts. She knew Mr. Johnson would be home alone, his wife at a book club meeting. As soon as he opened the door, his eyes raked over her lithe body, making her skin tingle.

“Sarah,” he purred, “you’re looking particularly…delicious tonight.” He let the compliment hang in the air between them, thick with unspoken desire.

Sarah felt a thrill run through her. Mr. Johnson had been making playful advances for weeks, hinting at the sexual tension that crackled every time they were in the same room. She knew she should put a stop to it, but the temptation to explore her forbidden fantasies with this older man was too great.

She smiled coyly, batting her long lashes at him. “Why thank you, Mr. Johnson. Is Mrs. Johnson out tonight?”

“In fact, she is,” he replied, voice husky. “I was hoping you could…keep me company for a bit, before the little ones go to bed?”

Sarah’s heart pounded. She knew exactly what he meant by “company”. But she was so hungry for attention, so starved for a dominant man to make her submit…

“I suppose I could do that,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “I’ll just get the kids settled first.”

Sarah spent the next hour playing with Johnny and Suzie, all the while distracted by thoughts of the illicit rendezvous to come. Finally, the kids were tucked into bed and she found herself alone with Mr. Johnson in the living room.

He had poured them each a glass of wine. As Sarah perched on the edge of the couch, he sat beside her, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off his powerful body. They sipped in silence for a moment, the tension building.

“Sarah,” Mr. Johnson said finally, his voice a low rumble, “I’ve been waiting a long time to do this…”

He leaned in and captured her lips with his, kissing her deeply, hungrily. Sarah gasped, then moaned into his mouth, succumbing to the onslaught of sensation. His hands roamed her body possessively, cupping her small breasts through her thin shirt.

Breaking the kiss, he gazed at her with lust-darkened eyes. “I want you,” he growled. “I’ve wanted you for so long. Will you let me have you, sweetheart?”

Sarah nodded, barely able to think, let alone form words. Mr. Johnson smirked, pleased by her naked desire. He pushed her gently back onto the couch and loomed over her, pinning her with his muscular frame.

His mouth crushed to hers once more as he ground his hardness against her. Sarah whimpered, wanting more, needy for the pleasure only he could give her.

With a deft twist of his fingers, he undid the buttons of her shirt, exposing her lacy bra. “Mmm, beautiful,” he purred, reaching out to palm her breasts, tweaking her sensitive nipples through the thin fabric.

Sarah arched up into his touch, her whole body aching for him. “Please,” she whimpered, “I need you…”

Fasting, he ripped her bra away, freeing her pert breasts. He latched onto a rosy peak, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud as he sucked greedily. Sarah keened, her fingers flying to his hair, holding him to her.

Mr. Johnson released her nipple with a wet pop, moving to assault the other with the same erotic torture. As he lavished attention on her body, his hand crept lower, under her daisy dukes and into her damp panties.

“Oh god,” Sarah gasped as his fingers delved into her dripping heat. “Yes!”

Arching her hips, she rutted against his hand shamelessly, chasing her pleasure. He pumped two thick fingers in and out of her tight channel as his thumb circled her clit.

“So wet for me already,” Mr. Johnson murmured against her breast. “I can’t wait to sink my cock into your sweet little cunt.”

Sarah convulsed as the first wave of her climax bounced through her. Before she could catch her breath, he had removed his fingers from her spasming sex and flipped her over onto her hands and knees.

She yelped in surprise as he flipped up her shorts and tore her thong away. The torn fabric scrabbled against her sensitive skin like a scratchy caress. “Be a good girl,” he commanded, giving her ass a sharp smack, “and sit back on my cock.”

Sarah hurried to obey, positioning herself above him. He grabbed her hips and yanked her down, sheathing himself inside her with one hard thrust. They both shouted at the intense pleasure as he bottomed out, his heavy balls nestling against her ass.

Slowly, he began to move, sliding in and out of her wet heat. Each stroke massaged her special spot within, stoking the fire in her core. Sarah rocked her hips back to meet his, driving him deeper, taking him to the hilt.

Mr. Johnson grunted, emboldened by her enthusiasm. He gripped her hips harder, bruisingly, and snapped his own hips faster, fucking into her with reckless abandon. His breath came in harsh pants as he matching the force of his thrusts with stinging slaps to her bouncing ass.

Sarah could feel her climax building again, her walls fluttering around his pistoning cock. She gasped and squirmed, overcome with sensation. “Don’t stop,” she cried. “I’m so close!”

His fingers found her clit again, rubbing the abused nub as he took her hard and fast. “Come for me,” Mr. Johnson ordered. “Come all over my cock like a good little babysitter.”

His words sent her flying over the edge. Sarah screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, milking his aching cock. He followed right after, emptying his seed deep inside her fluttering channel.

They collapsed together onto the couch, sweaty and panting. As Sarah slowly recovered her senses, a flicker of doubt passed through her. What had she just done? She had fucked her employer, broken the rules, shattered her carefully constructed good girl image…

But as Mr. Johnson gathered her close, showering her face with kisses, she banished those thoughts. The pleasure was just too intense to regret. She would face the consequences tomorrow. For now, she would simply enjoy finding out just how many times her virile lover could make her come tonight…