Don’t you wish eighteen year old blonde hottie Chanel Camryn was your slutty babysitter?

The doorbell rings, interrupting your work on your laptop. You saved your progress just in time to answer it. Standing on the porch is Chanel Camryn, your new teen babysitter. With her long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and perky nipples poking against her tight shirt, she’s the stuff teenage dreams are made of.

“Hi, you must be Mr. Smith,” she says in a sweet, innocent voice that doesn’t quite match her slutty appearance. “I’m Chanel. Ready for me to watch the kids tonight?”

You invite her inside, trying not to stare at her round ass in those tight shorts. As she bends over to greet your kids, you can’t help but notice her thong peeking out. She stands back up and catches you looking.

“Sorry, I didn’t know babysitters were supposed to dress so…provocatively. We’ll just make sure to keep the door closed while I’m watching them, okay?”

Chanel just smiles and gives you a wink. “No need to apologize, Mr. Smith. I like pushing boundaries a little. Gives the dads somethin’ to fantasize about later, hehe.” She winks again.

You glance at the clock, realizing you’re already running late. “Well, I really gotta go. There’s pizza in the freezer and my cell number is on the fridge. Here’s $20 for pizza money.”

Chanel takes the money and turns to grab her bag. In the process, she arches her back, making her crop top ride up, exposing the bottom of her breasts. She catches you staring again and smiles. “Keep fightin’ it, Mr. S.”

You rush out and hop in your car, late for your poker night with the boys. A few hours later, you’re on your way home, slightly buzzed. Your mind keeps wandering to Chanel and how good she looked bending over in those shorts. You park in the driveway and head inside.

“Chanel? I’m home! Did everything go okay?”

From upstairs, you hear, “Oh yeah, great! We had so much fun!” Chanel says. But then you hear a persistent THUMP THUMP THUMP from your bedroom. You go investigate.

As you round the corner to your room, you see Chanel on her hands and knees on your bed, her shorts and panties around her ankles. Your son’s teddy bear is wedged between her legs with a vibrator sticking out of its furry tummy, the source of the rhythmic bumps.

Chanel looks over her shoulder at you. “Oops! Fuck, I didn’t hear you come in. I hope you don’t mind, I’m an horny girl and there’s just something so wrong about using a kid’s stuffed animal like this…” She bites her lip and continues humping the bear, her pussy making wet smacking noises.

You are speechless, frozen in shock and arousal. Chanel smirks and stands up, kicking her shorts aside. “See somethin’ you like, Mr. Smith? Wish your babysitter was a sweet little slut like me?” She turns and bends over, spreading her ass cheeks. Her pussy is dripping wet and swollen.

“I’m barely eighteen, Mr. Smith. Doesn’t that make it so much dirtier? Using a little slut like me, knowing she’d let you do whatever you want…” She reaches back and spreads her lips open. “Want a little taste, Daddy? Come claim my tight little babysitter cunt…”

You watch Chanel walk out doing the same exact move but this time her breasts are bouncing. They’re heavy, round globes that vibrate and jiggle and sway. She bends down and pulls her shorts up before she goes over to the bed and sits on the edge next to her.

“You’re right. I’m really sorry. That was way inappropriate and a huge boundary violation. We should have left the door cracked at least so you wouldn’t get that intense of a show.”

“Nah, I’m just playin’ around. Just leave the door cracked if you want. I don’t mind pushin’ boundaries a little. Makes it more fun for the guys when they get home later, ya know?” She winks again and tosses her phone at you. Her camera is pointed right at your crotch, zoomed in.

“In fact, you wanna snap a pic for me while I give myself a lil’ treat? Maybe it’ll spice up our next poker night.” She reaches into her shirt and pulls out a tit, tugging on it. Her other hand disappears under her shorts.

“You sure? I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable,” you say, hoping she doesn’t notice the bulge in your pants.

She smirks. “I’m sure. In fact, I’d like it a lot. Go on, snap my nipples, Mr. S. Let’s play a little, just you and me.”

You snap a photo of her as you’re looking through them on her phone, her naked tit pulled out. She shuts off the vibrator and tosses it on the bed. “Don’t you wish your babysitter was your perso