Babysitter gets caught and gives TITJOB to keep her job while Wife is still at home

Title: “Lust on the Rocks”

The heat of the day had long since passed, but the atmosphere in the living room was still stifling. Veronica, the babysitter, fidgeted nervously on the sofa, her eyes darting between the Mammoth Man in front of her and the closed door to the bedroom where his wife, Lyra, was taking an evening nap after a long day at the office.

Veronica had thought it was just another day on the job, entertaining his infant daughter while her parents were out. But things took an unexpected turn when the Man of the House decided to take advantage of his wife’s absence to indulge in some illicit fantasies.

“You see, I’ve always wanted to know what it would feel like to have my cock enveloped by a pair of big, soft, pillow-soft tits,” he said huskily, his eyes devouring the lush mounds of her bust straining against the fabric of her babysitter uniform. “Imagine sliding between those warm, velvety mounds…”

Veronica’s heartbeat quickened, her breath coming in short gasps as he crept closer. Her body flushed with a sudden heat, blood rushing to her core. This was wrong, so very wrong. But his words ignited a fire inside her, stoking the flicker of desire she’d been trying to ignore.

When he gently brushed a thumb over the thin fabric of her shirt, tracing the delicate line of her décolletage, she let out a shuddering sigh. His touch was electric, sending shockwaves through her body. She could feel her nipples hardening, straining against the confines of her bra.

“Wh-what about your wife?” she managed to say, even as her body betrayed her. “She’s just in the other room…”

He only smiled, a wicked glint in his eye. “I’ll be quick and quiet,” he promised. “She’ll be none the wiser.”

Veronica hesitated, warring with herself. This was crossing a line, going against everything she believed in. But his fingers were already working at the buttons of her blouse, revealing the creamy mounds of her breasts barely contained by a lacy white bra.

With a husky groan, he bent his head, capturing a puckered nipple between his teeth through the sheer fabric. Veronica gasped, arqueing into his touch as much from surprise as pleasure. His tongue teased the aching bud, coaxing it to even greater hardness.

Unable to resist any longer, Veronica reached for his belt, unbuckling it deftly. She could feel the heat of his arousal through his boxers, a thick ridge pressing against her palm. Her fingers outlined the shape of him, marveling at his size and hardness.

With a wicked grin, she tugged his underwear down, freeing his engorged cock. He let out a moan as she wrapped her soft fingers around his shaft, stroking the velvety skin. His body tensed with need, hips bucking to meet her touch.

Impulsively, Veronica leaned down, flicking her tongue out to taste the bead of precum gathering on his tip. It was salty and musky, surprisingly exciting. Encouraged by his groan, she took him into her mouth, letting her lips stretch around his girth.

He was almost too big for her to handle, the head of his cock bumping the back of her throat. But she reveled in the challenge, bobbing her head up and down his length, reveling in the feeling of his hands threading through her hair.

She could hear his breathing turn ragged, feel the tension building in his body. He was close, so close… just a few more strokes of her skilled tongue and he’d be over the edge. But suddenly, he pulled away.

“Babe, I’m home!” Lyra called out cheerfully from the front door.

Veronica froze in terror, darting a panicked look at the husband. He grinned wickedly down at her, eyes filled with lust and mischief.

“Don’t stop now,” he whispered, pressing the dripping head of his cock against her lips. “I need to feel those perfect tits…”