Michelle Anderson Is Babysitting For Hardworking Businessman So She Can Drive His Car In Secret

Title: “The Secret Rendezvous”

Michelle nervously adjusted her short skirt as she pulled up to the grand estate. She had been hired as a babysitter for the night, but her true intentions were far more sinister. The hardworking businessman that owned this mansion was her mark, and she intended to use his hospitality against him.

“You must be Michelle,” the man greeted her at the door, his eyes lingering on her curvaceous figure. “I’m Brad. Thanks for watching the kids tonight. I’ve got a big meeting to get ready for.”

“Of course, no problem at all,” Michelle purred, batting her long lashes. “You just focus on your work and I’ll take care of everything here.”

As soon as Brad disappeared into his study, Michelle set to work. She stripped off her skirt and top, revealing a lacy teddy that hugged her ample breasts and round rear. Padding through the house in just her heels and lingerie, Michelle made her way to the garage.

Her prize stood parked inside – a sleek, expensive sports car. Michelle had to have it. Sliding into the driver’s seat, she revved the engine and grinned. The purr of the motor shot straight between her thighs, awakening a hunger.

Michelle decided she would take what she wanted – the car and Brad himself. She exited the garage and made her way upstairs, still clad in just her heels and underwear. Inside the master bedroom, she found Brad sprawled on the bed, still fully clothed as he reviewed documents.

“Ahem,” Michelle cleared her throat. Brad looked up, eyes widening at the sight of her.

“M-Michellle? What are you doing in here?” he stammered. But as his gaze roamed over her scantily-clad body, his shock turned into desire.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Michelle sauntered closer, trailing a finger along her collarbone. “You’ve been so kind, letting me into your home. I thought it was time for me to return the favor.”

She climbed onto the bed, straddling Brad’s waist. He swallowed hard, his hands coming to rest on her hips.

“Michelle, we can’t…the kids are right downstairs,” Brad protested weakly, even as his manhood swell against her. But Michelle just smirked.

“Then you’d better be very, very quiet,” she purred. Lowering her head, she captured his lips in a searing kiss.

Brad melted into the embrace, his hands roaming her bare skin as he pulled her flush against him. Michelle moaned into his mouth, grinding down against his hardening length.

“I’ve been so bad,” Michelle whispered against his lips. “So naughty, dressing like this in your house. I need you to punish me.”

Afire with lust, Brad grunted and spun her around, pinning her to the mattress. “You asked for it,” he growled, roughly peeling aside her barely-there panties.

Michelle gasped as he buried his face between her thighs, lapping at her already dripping sex. Her hands fisted in his hair, holding him tight against her core as he worked her clit with his tongue.

“Yes, just like that,” Michelle urged breathlessly. “Make me wicked for your cock.”

Brad ground against her thigh, leaving a damp spot on her skin as he pleasured her. Michelle writhed in ecstasy, feeling her orgasm quickly approaching.

But just as she was about to come, Brad pulled away. Michelle whimpered at the loss, needy and aching.

“Please,” she begged, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “I need you inside me. I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name.”

With a groan, Brad yanked open his pants, letting his impressive erection spring free. Michelle licked her lips in anticipation.

Sheathed in a condom, he pressed the broad head of his cock against her slick entrance. Michelle bit her lip to stifle a moan as he pushed into her tight heat inch by heavenly inch.

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” Brad groaned, enjoying how snugly she fit around him. “I’m going to ruin this pretty little pussy.”

“Yes, make it yours,” Michelle panted, tossing her head back as he filled her completely.

Brad set a hard, fast pace, slamming into her with deep, forceful thrusts. Michelle couldn’t hold back the cries of pleasure spilling from her lips, even as she covered her mouth with a hand in a futile attempt to stay quiet.

“Shhh…don’t wake the kids,” Brad teased, a wicked glint in his eye. He reached up to roughly palm one of her large breasts, tugging on the perky nipple.

Michelle moaned loudly, squeezing her walls around his pistoning cock. “Oh god, I’m so close…”

Her climax crashed over her, sending her shuddering and writhing. Brad followed right after, emptying himself with a low groan.

They collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, gasping for breath. But they didn’t have long to bask in the afterglow.

“There you are!” a small voice piped up. Brad and Michelle froze, eyes widening as they spotted one of the kids framed in the doorway, watching them with wide eyes.

“Timmy, sweetie. You’re not supposed to be in here,” Michelle stammered, yanking the sheets up to cover her nudity.

“How come she’s not wearing no clothes?” the boy asked curiously, peeking around her.

“I…” Brad scrambled to think of an explanation. But Michelle just shook with suppressed laughter.

“Honey, sometimes when daddies and mommies really love each other, they give each other special kisses,” she explained patiently. “Isn’t that right, Daddy?”

Timmy pondered this for a moment. “C czo? You gotta take off all your clothes?”

Brad turned crimson. “Uh, well…”

“Very special occasion.” Michelle winked at him, her earlier boldness returning. As if proving her point, she too made no move to cover up. Instead, she splayed her naked body across the bed invitingly.

Timmy stared in clear fascination at her bountiful curves. Brad could only gape back and forth between them helplessly.

“I see,” the little boy finally said, nodding sagely. “So, can I watch y ou keep kissing each other soon?”