Babysitter Elena Koshka Fucks Her Cheating Boss

Babysitter Elena Koshka Fucks Her Cheating Boss

8pm on a Friday night. Elena Koshka, a petite 19-year-old college student, is sitting cross-legged on the sofa in her boss’s lavish suburban home, diligently grading her AP Calculus assignments. The flickering light of the fireplace illuminates her porcelain skin and delicate features – full pink lips, sapphire-blue eyes, and an elegant nose that turns up slightly at the end. Her chestnut hair is pulled back into a neat bun, save for a few wisps that frame her face.

Elena is babysitting tonight for the Robinsons – Mr. and Mrs. Robinson, both successful lawyers, and their two young children. Little Daniel is tucked into bed, his thumb divine and his stuffed bunny clutched to his chest. Lily, the precocious 8-year-old, is engrossed in her latest Disney film, munching on popcorn.

Elena is relaxed, her white blouse unbuttoned at the collar, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. She stretches languidly, causing her modest breasts to strain against the thin fabric. She is everything a teenage babysitter should be – sweet, innocent, and attractive in a girl-next-door kind of way.

The sound of tires on the gravel driveway interrupts the peaceful atmosphere. Elena peers out the window just as headlights disappear around the bend. Strange, she thinks to herself. It’s only 8:30. Mr. and Mrs. Robinson were not expected back until well after midnight.

The front door swings open, and in walks Richard Robinson, Elena’s boss. He is dressed impeccably, as always – a crisp white linen shirt, tailored slacks, and a silk tie hanging loosely around his neck. Richard is in his mid-40s, with salt-and-pepper hair, sharp green eyes, and an air of authority about him.

“Elena,” he says, his voice low and smooth. “I apologize for the surprise. I didn’t mean to interrupt your studies.”

“You didn’t,” Elena replies, rising to her feet. “The kids have been angels. Lily and Daniel are already in bed.”

Richard nods, hanging his suit jacket in the closet. “Splendid. And my wife?”

“She texted earlier, sir. She and her friends are enjoying their dinner cruise on the harbor. I’m sure they’ll be back late.”

A faint smile plays at the corner of Richard’s mouth. “Good, good.” He steps closer, his eyes roving over Elena’s petite form. “In that case, I hope you won’t mind keeping me company a while longer.”

Elena flushes, suddenly acutely aware of how close Richard is standing. She can smell the expensive cologne he wore to the holiday party last month, and the subtle scent of whiskey on his breath. “Of course, Mr. Robinson. I’m happy to stay.”

Richard’s gaze drops to her chest, lingering on the swell of her breasts. Elena’s pulse quickens, and she fights the urge to cross her arms. She is used to men staring at her, but never with such boldness, such hunger, in their eyes.

“Please,” Richard says, his voice taking on a hard edge. “Call me Richard.”

Elena nods, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Richard.”

The air between them is electric, charged with a sexual tension that is becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. Richard takes another step forward, invading Elena’s personal space. She can feel the heat radiating off his body, smell the faint musk of his arousal.

“The kids are sleeping,” he murmurs, his hand coming to rest on her hip. “And my wife will be gone for hours. We’re all alone, Elena.”

Elena’s breath catches in her throat. She knows she should push him away, remind him that she works for him, that it would be wildly inappropriate. But the way he is looking at her, the way his fingers are gripping her hip – it’s dizzying, intoxicating. She wants him to touch her, to devour her.

Richard seems to sense her hesitation, her fledgling desire. He slides his hand from her hip to the small of her back, pressing her against him. His hard length is unmistakable, even through his dress slacks and linen shirt.

“Elena,” he whispers, his breath hot against her ear. “I want you.”

And then he is kissing her, his lips fierce and demanding on hers. Elena moans into his mouth, surrendering to the kiss, to the pleasure