Babysitter Wants More Money I Want More Pussy

Title: “The Babysitter’s Naughty Demands”

The first time I met Jenny, she was a sweet, innocent 18-year-old looking for summer work. Her curvaceous figure was hard to ignore, especially when she bent over to pick up my toddler’s toys. Her breasts seemed to strain against her flimsy tank top, and my dick twitched in my pants. Stop it, I told myself. She’s just the babysitter.

But as weeks went by, the temptations mounted. Jenny would often flaunt her goods shamelessly—bending slightly too low to hand my son his juice, or bending over to pick up the phone, making sure I got a good long look at her thong as her short shorts rode up. I began to wonder if her innocent demeanor was just an act.

One scorching summer day I returned home from the office early, only to find Jenny sprawled on the living room floor in a barely-there bikini, her voluptuous breasts practically spilling out, while my son napped. She leapt to her feet when she saw me, hastily grabbing a blanket to cover herself.

“Mr. Thompson,” she stammered, her cheeks flushing pink. “I didn’t expect you back so soon.”

I could feel myself getting hard, picturing myself peeling that tiny excuse for a swimsuit right off of her. “No worries, Jenny,” I said smoothly. “Looks like you’re putting the young master to bed.”

“Yes sir,” she replied. “I think the heat got to him. He conked right out.”

“Well, I’m glad you were here to look after him,” I said, my eyes tracing the enticing curve of her hips. “So, um, was there anything else I could do for you today? Maybe help with the housework?” I was practically panting with desire.

Jenny bit her lip, considering. Then she took two steps towards me and planted her hands on my chest, shoving me against the wall. “Yes sir, there is something you can help me with…”

I gulped as she roughly grabbed my belt buckle and began unfastening my pants. My cock was already straining against my boxers, visibly throbbing when the air hit it.

“That’s a big cock you’ve got there, Mr. Thompson,” Jenny purred, wrapping her soft hand around it. “I’ve been thinking about what that fat dick would feel like for weeks. Stretching my tight little cunt. Filling me up and making me scream.”

I groaned as she began stroking my shaft, clearly an expert at pleasing a man. “Baby,” I growled. “You can have this cock for free. Don’t we pay you enough?”

Jenny giggled, swirling her thumb around the tip, smearing the precum leaking out. “I know, but your cock is special. I want it to reward me for my hard work. I want you to stuff it in my mouth and fuck my face rough. I want you to hold my hair and make me choke on it until I gag. Leak down my throat.”

She cast her eyes up at me from under her long lashes, darting out her tongue to lick the tip. “So what do you say, daddy? You wanna feel my tight lips wrapped around that big fat cock? Gonna make me swallow every drop of your cum?”

I grunted, throbbing in her hand as she continued to stroke me. “Fuck yes. Get down on your knees, you filthy slut. Show me what that little cocksucking mouth of yours can do.” Jenny shivered deliciously. “Ohhh, I like it when you talk dirty to me,” she said wickedly. “Gonna put your cock to good use now, daddy.”

She dropped elegantly to her knees in front of me, holding my gaze as she took me into her pretty mouth, enveloping me in wet heat. I threw my head back and groaned, my hands already fisting in her long hair as she began to move, sucking me expertly. “Ohhh fuck, baby,” I grunted, already edging closer. “Take it, you filthy cockslut. Take it all the way. Make daddy feel good.”

Jenny took me deeper, pushing down on my cock until she was gagging, tears welling in her eyes. I fucked into her mouth, using her throat, while she moaned around me, loving it. Her tongue lashed the head expertly before I forced her head down again. “Fuck you’re good at that,” I growled. “What do you say, slut? Beg for daddy’s seed.”

“Please daddy,” she begged around my cock, staring up at me with those big blue eyes. “I want your cum inside me, daddy. I want to feel it painting my throat. I’m begging you…cum for me daddy.” I groaned, my balls tightening, and then I shoved her head down one final time, fucking her throat through a mind-blowing orgasm. Salty cum painted her tongue, and I felt it sliding down into her stomach.

She swallowed it all, expertly milking me, as she kept her gaze on mine. “That’s it daddy,” she cooed as I shuddered and pulsed my last in her mouth. “You did so good, so rewarding for me. Let’s see what other ways we can satisfy your babysitter, shall we?”