Sexy Young Babysitter Wants To Earn Extra Cash But She’s Got No Assets Except For Her Ass -TeamSkeet

Jenna was an 18-year-old high school dropout from the wrong side of town. Her parents had been MIA since she was a toddler, leaving her to fend for herself. With few options and even fewer prospects, the pretty brunette had turned to offering private babysitting services to wealthy families in the suburbs to make ends meet.

Most of the time it was innocent stuff – watching the kids, changing diapers, preparing sickly sweetened milk and cookies. But she knew there were horny dads lurking around every corner, ready take advantage of an opportunistic teen.

Her forte was seducing the milkmen, cable guys, and swimming pool cleaners. She’d flash some innocent cleavage or giggle coquettishly while feigning ignorance of the rules to get them roped into her web. It was all fun and games until the night she met Phil, the family patriarch.

Phil was a slick businessman with a penchant for younger women. His piercing blue eyes and chiseled jawline drew her in like a moth to a flame. When he caught her in a precarious position, legs spread eagle as she changed a dress on their infant daughter, his gaze lingered on her perfectly smooth skin and juicy, round ass. “I could help you make a lot more than babysitting money, sweetheart,” he grinned wolfishly.

Jenna knew danger was near, but she also knew that this was her chance to finally break free from her struggles. So she played the role they both wanted – the naughty, innocent girl. She demurely looked up at him through her long lashes and bit her bottom lip in a coy smile. “I could really use the extra cash, Mr. Phil. Plus, I’ve never done anything like this before, so you’ll have to show me the ropes!”

Phil growled lustfully as he grabbed her wide hips and pulled her closer. His large hands kneaded her tender flesh as he purred into her ear. “I’d be delighted to teach you, baby. Meet me in my study after 9 p.m. If you’re a good girl and do as you’re told, I’ll see that you’re well-compensated for your, ahem, unique services.”

Jenna found herself in Mr. Phil’s study at the appointed hour, her stomach fluttering with nerves and raw excitement. Phil nonchalantly loomed over her, his steely gaze locked on her flushed cheeks. “Strip for me, slow and steady.”

Her hands trembled slightly as she slowly unzipped her dowdy uniform, letting it pool at her feet. Her perky C-cup breasts strained against a white lace bra that matched the tiny thong that hugged her hips. Phil licked his lips at the sight of her spectacular body, full and ripe in all the right places.

He swooped in to capture a supple nipple between his teeth, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. His large hands roamed her body greedily, savoring the feel of her soft curves pressed against his hard, chiseled planes. Jenna was all anonymous desire, aching to be touched, filled and stretched…

Phil sucked and nipped at her tender flesh, reveling in her responsiveness. He liked to take control, bending her to his will. When she was trembling and mewling beneath him, he flipped her onto her hands and knees, a hand in her hair as he plunged inside her, stretching her tight channel with his pulsing shaft.

Jenna’s glasses fogged up as Phil drove into her relentlessly, each thrust punctuated with sharp slaps to her jiggling ass. She dropped her head and moaned wantonly as he pummeled her harder, faster, deeper. Phil grunted his pleasure as her pussy clenched rhythmically around him, greedy for his seed.

He hoisted her up off the floor, using the desk for leverage as he pounded into her harder, pushing her hips flush against him. He tweaked a nipple roughly as his cock found her sweet spot, triggering an explosive climax that left Jenna gasping and thrashing beneath him.

Grunting, Phil shot his sticky load deep inside her clenching heat, filling her to the brim with his expensive seed. Jenna collapsed bonelessly against him as he eased her down off the desk.

Violayted and used, her knees buckled and she cowered on the floor, a shaking mess of tearful arousal. For a brief moment she had wanted him, to be desired and consumed like this. But Phil just tucked in his shirt and tossed cash at her on the floor – her payment for the evening. “Same time next week,” he said coldly as he closed the door behind him.