Jill Kassidy Horny Babysitter

It was just another night for Jill, the naughty blonde babysitter who had a penchant for seducing the fathers of her young charges. At only 18, she was already a master of her craft, her tight, toned body and perky breasts concealed beneath her modest babysitter attire of a crop top and short shorts. She sauntered up the driveway of the Johnson residence, her heels clicking on the pavement, her long hair swaying with each step. The father, Mr. Johnson, answered the door, his eyes immediately drawn to Jill’s ample cleavage.

“Hi Mr. Johnson,” she purred, walking past him into the house. “I thought the kids were spending the night at their grandmother’s?”

“They are,” he replied, closing the door behind her. “I just didn’t feel like being alone tonight.”

Jill turned to face him, a wicked gleam in her blue eyes. “I can keep you company,” she offered, her voice low and husky.

Mr. Johnson gulped, feeling his cock twitch in his pants. He had been fantasizing about Jill ever since she started babysitting for them a few months ago. The way her shorts hugged her round ass, the way her crop top showed off her flat stomach and the underside of her breasts. He had to resist the urge to bend her over right there in the living room.

“I think I’d like that,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire.

Jill grinned, sauntering over to him. She reached out and ran a finger down his chest. “Why don’t we start by you showing me what you’ve got,” she suggested, her hand dropping to the zipper of his pants.

Mr. Johnson moaned as Jill unzipped his pants and reached inside, wrapping her slender fingers around his throbbing cock. She pulled it out, stroking it gently, her thumb swiping across the tip. “Mmm, nice,” she purred, sinking to her knees. “Not too big, not too small. Just right for this naughty babysitter.”

She licked her lips, then parted them, taking the head of Mr. Johnson’s cock into her warm, wet mouth. He groaned, his hands flying to her hair, tangling in her blonde locks as she began to suck him, her tongue swirling around his sensitive flesh. Jill moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.

She took him deeper, inch by inch, until he could feel her soft throat muscles convulsing around the tip of his shaft. She deep throated him with ease, her lips stretched wide around his thick girth. Mr. Johnson’s hips bucked involuntarily, fucking her pretty face, lost in the bliss of her wet, eager mouth.

Suddenly Jill pulled back, letting his cock slip from her lips with a wet pop. “Bedroom,” she commanded, standing up and stripping off her crop top to reveal her bare breasts, nipples already hard with arousal. “Now.”

Mr. Johnson didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed Jill’s hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom, stripping off his clothes as he went. Once inside, he tackled her onto the bed, his mouth latching onto a pert nipple as he fondled her other breast. Jill mewled in pleasure, arching her back to push more of her tits into his eager mouth.

She reached down between their bodies, grasping his cock and lining it up with her entrance. “Fuck me,” she demanded, her voice raw with need. “Fuck me hard, Mr. Johnson.”

He didn’t need anymore encouragement. With one swift thrust, he buried himself deep inside her tight, wet pussy. Jill cried out, her nails digging into his back as he started to move, slamming his thick cock into her again and again. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust.

Jill wrapped her legs around his waist, using the leverage to pull him even deeper inside her. She could feel every ridge and vein of his cock rubbing against her sensitive walls, stoking the fire building inside her. “Harder,” she breathed, her head thrashing on the pillow. “Fuck me harder!”

Mr. Johnson pounded into her relentlessly, sweat slicking his brow from the exertion. Jill’s pussy clenched around him like a vice, rippling along his length as he drove into her over and over again. She could feel her orgasm building, her clit throbbing with each thrust against her engorged flesh.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice strained with pleasure. “I’m going to…I’m going to…”

She never finished her sentence, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her pussy spasmed around him, milking his cock for all it was worth as she screamed her release. Mr. Johnson groaned, feeling his own orgasm building in his balls. With one last, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside Jill’s fluttering cunt and came, his hot seed spurting deep into her womb.

They collapsed onto the bed, panting and spent. Mr. Johnson rolled off of her, his softened cock slipping from her well-fucked hole. Jill lay on her back, her legs still spread wide, his cum dribbling out of her swollen pussy. She smiled up at him, her eyes glazed with lust.

“Next time,” she promised, “I’m going to ride you until you can’t walk straight.”

Mr. Johnson groaned, his cock already twitching back to life at the thought. “I can’t wait,” he said, pulling her into his arms for a deep, passionate kiss.

And so it went, their illicit affair continuing for months, with Jill stopping by for “babysitting” duties at least once a week. And every time, Mr. Johnson found himself more intoxicated by her naughty charms, more ensnared by her insatiable appetite for his cock. She was a drug he couldn’t quit, a vice he didn’t want to break.

But all good things must come to an end. One night, after a particularly intense session of kinky sex, Mr. Johnson declared his undying love for Jill, begging her to run away with him, to leave his wife and kids behind for a life of passion and pleasure. Jill, to her credit, hesitated. She had grown quite fond of Mr. Johnson, of the way he wrung unexpected bliss from her young body. But she knew, deep down, that this was wrong. That she was just a babysitter playing a dangerous game.

With a heavy heart and a kiss on his cheek, Jill walked out of his house and out of his life forever. She never babysat for the Johnsons again. But she would always remember those nights, lost in the heat of illicit passion, as the greatest of her young life. And Mr. Johnson would always wonder, in the quiet moments of his marriage, how things might have been different if he had never met the naughty blonde babysitter with the dubious morals and the insatiable hunger for his cock.