Gorgeous Babysitter Keira Croft Caught And Had Inter
“Babysitter’s Naughty Surprise”
Keira Croft had always been the responsible type. A college student studying to be a teacher, she took on babysitting jobs to make ends meet. The family she was watching tonight, the Johnsons, had hired her before. She knew their routine well – dad at work, mom out for dinner with friends, two kids sleeping by 8pm. It left her plenty of alone time to study or relax.
This particular evening, Keira was feeling frisky. She wore a lacy black bra and matching thong under her denim shorts and purple tank top. The latter left little to the imagination, hugging her curves and showing off her hourglass figure. Her long chocolate hair flowed down her back in loose waves.
Around 8:30pm, Keira heard the front door open. Strange, she thought, mom can’t be home yet. Heavy footsteps sounded down the hall, clearly not in high heels – a man’s tread. Before she could react, the living room lights flicked on, nearly blinding her.
“Who are you?” a deep voice demanded. Keira turned to see a tall, imposing man in a suit filling the doorway. He had to be 6’4″, with broad shoulders and dark hair. Mousy brown eyes appraised her suspiciously.
“I’m the babysitter,” she stammered, scrambling to sit up from the couch. “I babysit for Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. Who are you?”
“I’m Richard Johansson, the father,” he said, stepping into the room. “Where are my children?”
“Upstairs. Asleep,” Keira replied. “Your wife…well, she said she’d be late…”
She trailed off as Richard began unbuttoning his suit jacket slowly. “Is that so,” he mused, moving closer. “And here I thought my wife was at book club.” He tilted his head, drinking in her nearly naked curves. “But you, you’re not supposed to be here dressed like…”
Keira bit her lip, realizing her mistake. Her barely covered breasts heaved as she gulped. “I…I didn’t think…you wouldn’t be home…”
Richard chuckled darkly, closing the remaining distance between them. He loomed over Keira, one hand resting on the back of the couch. “You didn’t think I’d be home? Or you didn’t think at all?” His eyes flashed.
Keira trembled, the horsepower of Richard’s body, his height, his scent, overpowering her. She couldn’t form a coherent sentence before he was bending down, his rough lips claiming hers in a brutal, demanding kiss.
Keira whimpered into his mouth, instinctively parting her lips. She felt his arm snake around her waist, yanking her up against his hard planes. Her head swam, intoxicated by his masculine musk. Large hands roamed her barely covered body, squeezing a breast before roughly thumbing her nipple.
“Fuck,” Richard growled, pulling back to look at her. “I knew you were hot, but this?” He gestured at her skimpy attire. “A little slutty for a babysitter.”
Keira gasped, face flaming. “I…”
He shut her up by kissing her again, plundering her mouth with his tongue. He fondled her breasts, rolling the pebbled peaks between his fingers through the lacy cloth. A second later, deft hands were undoing the front clasp on her lacy bra.
“Mmmm,” Richard hummed, palming the globes of her tits. “Ripe little fruits.” He cupped them fully in his hands, thumbs playing with her stiff nipples. Keira whimpered, head lolling back as he tweaked the sensitive buds.
“Please,” she whined, half-dressed and wound up with need. Her pussy clenched, juices flooding her thong. “I-I need…”
“Need what?” Richard demanded, fingers twisting her nipples sharply. Keira yelped.
“Need…you,” she admitted breathlessly. “I’m sorry for…wearing this. It was…wrong. I just…”
“You just like to tempt married men, is that it?” Richard scolded. He ripped the flimsy lace of her thong away, baring her dripping sex. “Mmm, and you’re fucking soaked already.” He circled her entrance with a thick finger.
“I…” Keira moaned his name, humping against the digit. “Please… Mr. Johansson…”
He chuckled at the tone, withdrawing his hand. “You want your daddy to fuck you?” he taunted.
“No!” Keira yelped, brows furrowing. “I want you to… just fuck me. Fuck me like the slutty babysitter I am.”
Growling, Richard unzipped his slacks, yanking out his large cock. Keira’s eyes widened. It was prime, thick and throbbing, the head flushed an angry purple.Precum already glistening at the tip. She didn’t hesitate, scrambling to her knees and taking him into her hot little mouth.
“Fuck!” Richard grunted, tangling a hand in Keira’s hair. “Good girl.” He rocked his hips, feeding her more of his cock. She took him eagerly, stretching her jaw wide to accommodate his girth.
Tongue lapping at his shaft, Keira let him fuck her mouth. Choked moans escaped her as she took him to the back of her throat again and again. Her saliva dripped down his shaft as she slurped and gummed him. She felt dirty, so deliciously lewd on her knees for her client’s husband.
“Gonna pummel your little cunt now,” Richard snarled, pulling out of her mouth. “Beg for it, or I’ll fuck your face until you gag on my load.”
Keira shuddered, pussy spasming. “Please, stud, give it to me,” she begged, grinding her bare ass against him. “I n-need your huge cock splitting me open. Fuck. Me.”
Richard effortlessly flipped her over and tore off her shorts, baring her round ass. He gripped the plump globes roughly, spreading them wide to reveal her tight holes. Keira saw stars as she felt his cock – slick from her saliva -Notching at her entrance. He plunged balls deep in one swift motion, bottoming out.
“FUCK!” Both of them shouted at the abrupt invasion. Richard gripped her hips, pounding into her hard. His heavy sack slapped against her clit, lewd juices overflowing from their joining. He drilled her into the couch cushions, pinning her down.
“Yes! Fuck! Harder!” Keira pleaded, meeting his savage thrusts. She’d never felt so full, so stretched. He was in her womb, denting her cervix. Starbursts exploded behind her eyes every time he hilted inside her. “Breed my slutty cunt!”
He pistoned into her g-spot viciously, wringing scream after scream from her. His pubic bone rubbed her swollen clit with every thrust. She was going to go crazy from the pleasure pain. Keira clawed at the couch, tits jiggling wildly from his relentless pace.
“I…ahh! F-fuck, I’m cumming!” Keira wailed, body convulsing. Clit throbbing, cunt rippling, she gushed around Richard’s cock. Her pussy milked his shaft, trying to suck out his seed.
Richard groaned long and low, hips stuttering. He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise as he began to thrust erratically. “Fuck, fuuuuck!” With a ragged shout, he buried his cock to the hilt, flooding Keira’s little pussy with his hot seed.
“Ahhhh!” Keira keened, cunt spasming as jet after jet of cum pumped into her. She could feel his balls tightening, the hot fluid jetting into her. Her womb fluttered hungrily. She bore down on his cock, massaging the head as he spilled inside her.
He emptied into her, the lewd wet sounds of cum dripping into her sloppy pussy echoing through the room. She felt his spend leaking out around his softening cock, trickling down her thighs. Marks from his fingers marred her hips where he’d gripped her.
No sooner had they come down from their highs than loud thumping footsteps sounded above. Keira froze. “Someone’s up,” she whispered, eyes wide.
Richard cursed, quickly stuffing himself back into his pants. “Go clean up,” he instructed, disease tie, “and get dressed.”
Blinking dazedly, Keira followed orders, stumbling to the downstairs powder room. She hastily wiped off with tissues, some Christian’s seed still leaking out of her used hole. Keira quickly redressed, shaky hands straightening out her clothes and retying her hair.
When she returned, still slightly disheveled, Richard was on the couch, pretending to read a magazine. He looked at her, eyes roving over her body. “Make sure you come nourish your stepdaddy again sometime soon,” he smirked, “and maybe next time we’ll do it in front of the kids.”
Keira shivered at the dark promise, goosebumps breaking out on her skin. No matter how wrong it was, at the end of the day, she was just a babysitter in love with daddy’s cock.
THE END
*Word count: 1,002*
