I Caught The Big Tits Babysitter Masturbating And I Ended Up Fucking Her Without A Condom For Cash

I was sitting at my desk in my home office, feeling stressed from a long day at work, when I heard giggling and the tell-tale cry of a baby coming from the living room. My babysitter Angel had arrived to look after my little one while I tried to get some peace and quiet to catch up on my overflowing inbox.

Angel was a knockout – just 18, with the face of an angel, long golden hair, and killer curves in all the right places. Her tops always seemed to struggle to contain her ample bosom. I couldn’t blame my wife for dalliances when she was away so often for business. I was the one who had insisted on hiring the most attractive, young babysitter possible – Angel was a college student after all, and things were a bit tight with the mortgage, the kid, my job, etc.

I sighed, certain that it would be impossible to focus with her around, but I had to try. I put in my earbuds and cranked up the classical music, hoping to drown out the distractions. For a while, it seemed to work. I was making some solid progress when I heard the distinct thump of a book hitting the floor.

Curious, I snuck out into the hallway. I expected to see Angel bent over, picking it up. What I didn’t expect was the sight of her hands buried between her spread thighs, tweaking her nipples and gasping in ecstasy as she frigged her tight teen pussy.

Hidden behind the door, my jaw dropped as I drank in the erotic sight. Angel’s full, high breasts heaved with each ragged breath she took as she touched herself. Her juicy ass looked even bigger in those thin little panties, let alone when jiggling as she rubbed her needy little cunt faster, harder.

I watched, mesmerized, as she bucked and writhed on my couch, calling out like a bitch in heat, “Ohhh fuck yesss! Ahhhh! I’m gonna cum! Cumming! AAAAHHHH!”

Her back arched as she thrashed through her intense orgasm. I swear I could nearly smell her womanly musk. As I tried to catch my breath, Angel straightened her disheveled top and sauntered to the kitchen, totally unaware of her audience. I was hard as steel and throbbing for release.

Knowing that my wife was due home any minute, I weighed my options. My eye fell upon Angel’s purse where she had carelessly left her wallet. It wasn’t hard to figure out the code. Twelve dollars. No flashy pros this girl was, I thought with a smirk. Must not make much as a babysitter.

Seeing cash in hand and a willing woman, I made my decision. I marched over to the kitchen door, catching Angel mussing her hair in the hall mirror. “Hello there, Angel. I believe you have an appointment with me,” I said into the hall.

She turned pale and I saw her glance at the clock. 8:59 PM. A wave of relief crossed her face as she strode over. “Follow me back to the bedroom and I’ll take care of you, sugar,” she said with a wink. Bitch was bold!
I closed the door behind us. Angel flashed me a coy smile as she sauntered over to the bed and bent over, wiggling her plump rump enticingly as she stayed low to the ground. “Well come and get it then, if you want it,” she purred enticingly.

Blow job with no condom was too good a deal. I walked over and slid my throbbing cock between her slick, waiting lips. “Mmmph!” she groaned appreciatively.
I fucked her mouth, feeling her throat tighten around me as she swallowed my length. Her hot tongue worked along my shaft as I pumped her silly.

“Ohhh Angel, such a good little cock sleeve!” I praised as I impaled her throat again and again. She alternated between swallowing and allowing me to use her open mouth like a fleshlight. I went balls deep and she strained not to choke.

After a few minutes of this bliss, Angel tugged on my balls, begging for release. I pulled her off my cock, rising up to mount her holy temple in reverse cowgirl. “Fuck me sugar,” she whispered, “Fuck me hard.” I gleefully complied.

She gasped as I speared her pussy, slapping her plump ass as I pounded her into the mattress. For a while, my climax eluded me. Angel helped out with her pussy-pulling muscles, squeezing me until the bed frame snapped.

Finally, I groaned in pleasure as I pumped my seed deep into her fertile womb, unprotected and thick. She milked me for every drop. As I slumped over, Angel purred, “Mmm, that was fun. I’m gonna re-book for next Friday, same time. same price? Since your wife has that big business conference and will be away again…”

I agreed and we parted ways. After all, she works harder than any escort!