Latina babysitter having to fuck her boss to keep her job

Title: The Latina Babysitter’s Indecent Proposition

Ivana Montana, a voluptuous Latina beauty, had been working as a babysitter for the Rodriguez family for months now. At just 19, she was a senior in high school, balancing her studies with the need to make some cash. Mr. Rodriguez, the father of her charges, had been nothing but kind and professional – until today.

As Ivana was putting the twins to bed, she heard a knock at the bedroom door. She turned to see Mr. Rodriguez standing there, his eyes roaming hungrily over her curves visible beneath her tiny crop-top and short shorts. “Ivana, could I have a word with you please?” he asked, his voice low and gruff.

Ivana felt a shiver run down her spine, but she nodded and followed him downstairs to the living room. He gestured for her to sit on the leather sofa, then perched beside her. “Ivana, I’ll get straight to the point. I’ve noticed how hard you’re working to make ends meet. And I’ve also noticed how utterly gorgeous you are.”

Ivana’s heart began to pound. Where was he going with this? She shifted uncomfortably under his intense gaze. “Thank you, sir. But I’m not sure-”

“Please, call me Juan,” he interrupted, placing a hand on her thigh. “I have a proposition for you. I’d be willing to double your weekly pay…if you were willing to indulge in a little more physical activity with me.”

Ivana’s mouth dropped open in shock. “You want me to be your…your-” She couldn’t even bring herself to say it.

“Mistress and maid,” Juan finished with a lewd grin. “I want to fuck this tight little body of yours. Come to my bed, entertain me…and I’ll make it worth your while.” His hand crept higher up her thigh, fingers brushing against her cloth-covered mound.

Ivana knew she should slap his hand away, march right out the door and never look back. But the money was unthinkably tempting. She was just one scholarship away from escaping her dead-end town and deprived neighborhood. She knew what he was asking was so, so wrong. But in that moment, she was willing to debase herself for a shot at a better future.

Slowly, she spread her thighs, giving Juan tacit approval to continue his lewd groping. “And if I say no?” she asked, just to be sure.

Juan shrugged. “Then I guess I’ll just have to find another girl to pimp out to my wealthy buddies. You’d be letting down a lot of underprivileged girls like yourself.”

Ivana narrowed her eyes. The low, cruel tone of his voice told her he was serious. Brothel madam plotting in her mind as he fingered her.

As much as it killed her, she knew she had no choice. “Alright,” she whispered, voice barely audible. “I’ll do what you want.”

A slow, evil grin spread across Juan’s face. His fingers suddenly plunged beneath her shorts, shoving the flimsy fabric aside to gain access to her bare pussy. “Just as I thought,” he marveled, stroking a finger along her slit. “Already wet, you filthy little slut.”

Ivana gasped and squirmed, humiliated arousal already beginning to drip from her puffy lips. Juan pushed two fingers up inside her, pumping them steadily as he pulled her into a searing kiss. “Mmm, tasty,” he growled, lapping at her mouth. “I’m going to enjoy breaking you, babygirl.”

He lifted her easily, one hand under her plump ass, and carried her out of the living room. Ivana could only hope her newfound prostitution wouldn’t tarnish her future forever, even as the erotic pleasure coursing through her body made her question her own purity.