Phoebe Kalib – All He Wants For Christmas Is Babysitter Phoebe Kalib

The doorbell rang, echoing through the quiet house. Phoebe Kalib glanced out the window at the man standing on the porch – tall, muscular, dark-skinned, in a crisp business suit. Her babysitting client for the evening. She took a deep breath and opened the front door.

“Good evening,” the man said, his voice smooth and deep. “Thank you for watching my daughters. I’m Jamal.” His gaze raked over Phoebe’s curves appreciatively, lingering on her ample cleavage spilling out of her tight red sweater.

“Of course, come on in,” Phoebe replied, standing aside to let him enter. “The girls are in the living room finishing their dinner.”

Jamal stepped inside, his cologne overwhelming her senses. Phoebe could feel his eyes on her ass as she led the way down the hall. She tugged self-consciously at her short, tight skirt.

In the living room, Jamal greeted his young girls and listened to their excited chatter. Once they’d said goodnight and went upstairs, Jamal turned to Phoebe, hand outstretched.

“The girls have been looking forward to your arrival all week,” he said, ushering her to the couch. “Why don’t you stay and keep me company while you’re here? I’d love to get to know you better.”

Phoebe’s heart raced as she sat next to him. She could feel the heat radiating off his body. “Oh, I don’t know, Mr. Harrison…” But her resistance was weak. She crossed her long legs demurely.

Jamal leaned closer, his cologne intoxicating her. “Call me Jamal. And would you? I’d really appreciate it.” His hand rested on her thigh, sending shivers through her body.

This was wrong, Phoebe knew, but it felt so good. Jamal’s fingers were stroking her sensitive skin, making her ache with need. His other hand came up to cup her cheek, tilting her face towards him until their noses were nearly touching.

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you,” Jamal murmured huskily. “Such a sexy little thing, so tempting. My girls adore you, but daddy has other needs.”

Then his lips were on hers in a hungry kiss. Phoebe moaned into his mouth, her arms snaking around his neck to pull him closer. Their tongues collided as they made out heatedly on the couch, hands roaming shamelessly.

“I want you too,” she gasped out between kisses. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Jamal’s hand slid up her thigh, pushing under her skirt. He groaned when he discovered she wasn’t wearing panties. “Fuck, your pussy is dripping wet for me. You naughty girl.”

He thrust two fingers deep inside her, making Phoebe cry out and arch her back. “Oh god yes, fuck me with your fingers!”

Jamal finger-fucked her roughly as they continued to devour each other’s mouths. Wet squelching sounds filled the room. “Such a bad babysitter, getting off on your client,” he panted. “You’re gonna get that tight cunt stuffed with cock next.”

He pumped his fingers harder and faster, rubbing her clit with his thumb until Phoebe was writhing and whimpering. He kissed down her neck, sucking and biting her delicate skin. She felt like she might pass out from the intensity of her pleasure.

Just as she was about to come, Jamal pulled away abruptly, leaving her hollow and aching. “Strip for me,” he commanded dominantly. “Show me that sexy body I’m going to destroy.”

Phoebe shakily stood and shimmied out of her clothes until she was fully naked, her heavy breasts bouncing free. Jamal took in the sight of her like a starving man, stroking his erection through his pants.

“Turn around and spread your ass,” he growled. “I want to see it all.”

Phoebe did as she was told, bending over and pulling apart her round cheeks. Jamal groaned and unbuckled his belt. She heard the zipper of his pants and then the unmistakable sound of his heavy dick hitting the floor with a thud.

“Goddamnit, look at that ass,” Jamal said in awe. He grabbed her hips roughly as he notched his cockhead against her tight hole. “I’m going to fuck this pussy until you’re screaming.”

With one hard thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt. Phoebe yelled as he stretched her wide open. He didn’t give her time to adjust, immediately pounding into her at a brutal pace.

“Fuck fuck fuck! Your pussy feels so goddamn good,” Jamal grunted, slamming her hard enough to rock the couch. Phoebe’s nails dug into the cushions. She had never been fucked like this before – so hard and deep, her body jostling with every powerful thrust.

Her own moans mixed with the obscene slapping of skin, Jamal’s heavy balls smacking her clit. He gripped her hair, forcing her back in a sharp arch as he continued to hammer her cervix. Wet smacking and the squelch of her juices echoed through the room.

“Take it, you dirty girl,” Jamal panted. “Take this big black cock like the naughty fucking babysitter you are.”

Phoebe could only babble incoherently, her mind blanked by pleasure. Whatever he did to her felt good. Jamal growled, spanking her cheeks hard enough to leave a pink handprint. The sharp sting only heightened her arousal.

“Yes yes yes!” she choked out. “Harder! Fuck me harder!”

Jamal pounded into her even more forcefully, grunting with the effort. Phoebe screamed, her feminity in overdrive. She was so close to coming, her body trembling with need.

“I’m gonna fucking fill up this pussy with my cum,” Jamal warned. “Pump you full and make this hole mine.”

“C-come inside me!” Phoebe begged shamelessly. “Give it to me! I need it!”

With a roar, Jamal buried himself balls deep and unleashed. His cock jerked, erupting thick ropes of scalding semen inside Phoebe. Her back arched as she came on his dick, her pussy milking him of every last drop.

They collapsed on the couch, Jamal’s softening cock still nestled inside her. They were both panting, drenched in sweat. Phoebe had never felt so used or satisfied in her life.

“I…I don’t follow girls home,” Jamal said between breaths. “But I’d like to see more of you.”

Phoebe laughed breathlessly. “I’d definitely be up to babysitting again. That was incredible.”

They shared a slow, sensual kiss. As she nuzzled his neck with a satisfied sigh, Phoebe couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement. Perhaps babysitting wasn’t so boring after all.