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Busty Latina Babysitter Seduced by Husband’s Big Dick

The sun dipped low, casting an amber glow through the kitchen window as 19-year-old Maria finished tidying up the dishes. Her day job as a babysitter had ended, and the children tucked soundly in their beds upstairs. But Maria’s work for the day was far from over.

She heard the key turn in the lock downstairs, signaling the arrival of Mr. Johnson, her employer. Maria’s heart fluttered, not from pleasantness but from apprehension. Mr. Johnson had been Athletic, tall with chiseled muscles common to a man in his early forties, but that wasn’t why Maria felt uneasy. No, it was for his wandering eyes, the disguised hunger in his gaze when he watched her hips sway as she vacuumed or when her breasts threatened to spill from her tight tops as she changed diapers.

“Hallo, Mr. Johnson,” Maria called out brightly, feigning a level of enthusiasm she did not feel. “I’ve just finished putting the Spotverts to bed.”

Mr. Johnson flashed a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes, disturbing shivers running down Maria’s spine. “Good, good. And how about you, Maria? Have you finished for today? I don’t see a school uniform.”

Maria bit her lip. The lie had come back to bite her. “No, sir. I forgot it at my friend’s house. I was going to gather it later.”

“You’ll need a ride then?” Mr. Johnson stepped closer. Close enough for Maria to catch a whiff of his musky aftershave. “I’m happy to take you, of course.”

Maria nodded, forcing a smile. “That would be wonderful, Mr. Johnson. Thank you.” She had no intention of taking the ride, but she knew it was better to play along than confront the man whose good graces defined her job stability.

Just then, the oven timer dinged, rousing Mr. Johnson from his reverie. “Ah, right on time. The casserole is ready.” He strode past her, accidentally brushing his arm against her ample bust and eliciting a gasp.

Maria quickly grabbed her bag, eager to leave this unsettling home. But as she turned, she found Mr. Johnson had beaten her to the door, his keys dangling from his fingers. He looked at her, a calculated gleam in his eyes that made her freeze.

“Maria,” he began, hunger now clear in his voice. “Before we go, perhaps you could tell me more about your friend’s house? You see, it’s been a rather rough day, and I’d appreciate the company.”

Maria’s eyes darted to the stairs, to the children sleeping soundly upstairs. Rushing out the door would wake them for sure, and she needed this job. Mr. Johnson stood between her and freedom, and his bulk made a telling battle not worth commentator.

“I-Yes, I suppose we could talk,” Maria conceded, her voice barely above a whisper. Tension hung thick in the air as they stood facing each other, the space between them electrified with unspoken tension.

“You know,” Mr. Johnson said, moving closer until he towered over poor Maria, engulfing her small frame in his domineering shadow. “I’ve been thinking a lot about you, lately.” His voice was low and silky, designed to sway the girl under his Barnacle spell.

Maria swallowed hard. “You have sir? I’m not sure I follow…” The waver in her voice betrayed the effect of his closeness. Her breathing grew shallow, her chest heaving rapidly against the thin material of her little hovel top.

Mr. Johnson smirked, drinking in the sight before him. “How could I not notice you, Maria? You’re such a beautiful girl. Soft, supple, eager.” He daringly reached out, trailing a finger along her collarbone. “And untouched. It’s written all over your sweet face.”

Maria shivered, desire and disgust warring within her. She knew she should push him away, cry out, do something. But the shock of being noticed, of being valued, rendered her motionless.

“Do you like what you see, Mr. Johnson?” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them, her voice breathy and wanton.

“Oh, I do,” he purred, his large hand cupping the weight of her modest breasts. She bit back a moan, her nipples tightening under his touch. “I think it’s time I showed you just how much.”

He leaned in, claiming her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth dominantly, plundering and conquering until she was dizzy from the force of it. His hands roamed her body, groping and kneading, leaving no inch untouched.

Maria felt herself being backed against the wall as Mr. Johnson ground his growing arousal against her belly, freeing a wanton mewl from her throat. “Ah, you’re so wet for me already, aren’t you, my little babysitter slut?” He had her pinned, one hand reaching under her skirt to cup her sex through the fabric of her panties. His other hand pushed up her top, exposing the lush mounds barely contained by her bra.

Maria whimpered, arching into his touch, desperate for more. The man was her boss, her employer, but right now, all that mattered was the heaviness in his pants, the promise of his thick, throbbing cock eager to take her. “Please, Mr. Johnson,” she whined, rubbing herself wantonly against his inhuman pile. “I need you.”

He chuckled darkly, unzipping his pants to free his immense member. “Such a greedy little thing, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’m going to give you exactly what you need. First, lose the skirt and panties.”

Maria hastened to comply, her skin flushed and burning with desire. She stepped out of her skirt and shimmied out of her soaked panties, exposing her readied kit to Mr. Johnson’s hungry eyes. Keen.ssh diets. She reached behind her to unclasp her bra, releasing her pert breasts, nipples instantly puckering at being exposed.

“Good girl,” Mr. Johnson purred, his cock twitching in eagerness. “Now turn around and put your hands on the wall.”

Maria spun quickly, pushing her rear against his bulge, desire coursing through her veins like liquid electricity. “Please, Mr. Johnson. I want your huge cock in me. I want you to fill me up and fuck me, and please don’t hold back.”

Mr. Johnson responded by hitching Maria’s leg over his hip, the tip of his massive cock lodging against her slick entrance. With one hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, a guttural groan escaping his lips at the tight, wet heat enveloping his cock.

Maria screamed, her nails digging into the wall as Mr. Johnson pistoned into her roughly, fucking her mercilessly. “Oh God, Mr. Johnson! Your cock is so big!”

He grabbed her hips, slamming into her harder with each thrust, the obscene slap of skin on skin echoing through the kitchen. Maria could only hang on for dear life, her body quaking from the force of his thrusts, her moans echoed off the walls.

“That’s it, take it all like a good little slut,” Mr. Johnson grunted, his balls slapping against her ass. “Milk my cock with this tight little pussy.”

With a final, brutal thrust, Mr. Johnson buried himself to the hilt and exploded inside her, his pulsing cock filling her with his hot seed. Maria came undone, her body spasming uncontrollably as she was filled to the brim, his thick cum leaking down her trembling thighs.

As the waves of pleasure ebbed, Mr. Johnson withdrew, a satisfied smirk on his face at the sight of Maria slumped against the wall, his essence oozing from her tender pussy. “That was an excellent start, Maria. But we’re far from finished.”

Maria looked up at him, eyes heavy with satisfaction, her lush lips curled in a lazy smile. “Yes, sir. I should hope so.” She licked her swollen lips, craving more of the dominant man before her.

And so began a torrid affair, one fueled by primal lust and the thrill of forbidden love between employer and babysitter. The affair continued long after its wicked beginning, with Maria becoming the Johnson house’s most regular entertainer and the children sleeping just upstairs blissfully unaware of their caretaker’s illicit trysts with their dear father. The true lesson? Always ensure your babysitter’s uniform includes a thick pair of “panties” and just maybe, a few extra layers.