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The Babysitter’s Naughty Nights

Jessica, a young, attractive babysitter, always seemed like the picture of innocence. With her dark hair, mortified twinkle in her eyes, and figure-hugging uniforms, she fit the part perfectly. However, behind her sweet demeanour was a secret lust that often kept her awake at night, panting and flushed.

This wasn’t just a common kink; it was an avid, burning desire. Every man she sat for, including the kids’ fathers, held a special appeal. She marvelled at the way their responses to her body changed as she interacted with them. Their eyes would linger on her cleavage, appreciating the gentlest curves. Their gazes would drift over her bottom as she leaned over to pick up baby toys.

Jessica knew she was breaking rules, not just as a babysitter, but as a respectable girl next door. The very thought sent tingles down her spine. There was a thrill in the secret, in the untoward emotions smouldering inside her.

She had accidentally crashed the same parties a few times and had been the decoy babysitter when the ‘real’ nannies knew they couldn’t handle the children’s fathers’ advances. They were all incredibly handsome, well-toned, men with roguish smiles and bulging pockets.

Curiosity got the better of her. She began engaging the fathers first. Getting to know them. Laughing at their soft, dirty jokes. Dancing a few steps with them at several parties. Their arms would always slip flirtatiously around her. She’d brush her lips against their cheeks as she pretended to be hard of hearing, and she’d respond so anybody who cared to look would understand how the game was played.

Suddenly, she was everywhere. A cheeky smile here, an extra few seconds of eye contact there. The men too, were more forward. Their tones were earthier, their laughs a tad longer, their eyes a tad more brazen. A perfect D in, she thought. All the stage was set.

The first to make his move was Michael, the Delaney’s old money, zany, cocky father. She had asked him for a lift home one night after a party, and sitting close to him in his expensive car, Jessica’s body burned. She moved inch by inch until her thigh touched his.

He didn’t flinch. When they got to her doorstep, he pulled her close to him, his lips just inches from hers. “I want you, Jessica. I think our kids are a little too old for a babysitter, aren’t they?’

She nodded slowly, her eyes hooded. ‘They are, but I wonder, do I look as if I’m too old?’

He smiled at that. ‘Never.’ Then he captured her mouth in his, his lips demanding and hungry. She moaned into him, her hands slipping into his hair, her breasts pressing against his muscled chest.

They ended up on the Amelia’s bed, the Delaney owner’s bodies hot and writhing. bourbon-soaked kisses leaving traces of their pairing. Jessica had thought she would be nervous, but she wasn’t. Instead, she revelled in the sensations, in the way his hands worked her body like a puppet on a string. She rode him with abandon, slowly, then faster and faster still, her cries echoing different rooms of the home.

The next was Thomas, Natalie’s father. They did it right in the mercer’s home while the children were asleep above their heads. It was risky, naughty, hissing at each other, biting into each other as Jessica rode him- fast, then slow, and fast again.

After that, it was Scott, the Romeros’ admiring father. She stripped for him, and he feasted on her with his eyes first. Then his hands touched her, and she moved so many times she almost blacked out. She wore a “I’m So Fucked” top that night, and he made sure to grind it into her and her him.

And it went on and on. 5 men, 5 homes, 5 nights. Jessica revelled in the thrill of it, in the way their hands made her body sing, in the luxuriousness of it all.

On the evening of her “fifth” adventure, she didn’t know which one it would be. But lo and behold, there were ALL 5 awaited her. To a person, she had done for all 5 households, and it had now come to a head.

They made a circle around her, their eyes dark with lust. Jessica fair trembled in excitement. They moved to touch her, but she held up a hand. “First, I need you men to strip for me.”

They did, and she almost swooned at the sight of their combined manhoods. Then, she did theirs, as they watched, hands on their muscular hips. She moved to step towards the first one, but they closed in on her, their hands cupping her breasts, sliding between her legs.

“Suck us, babysitter.” Michael hissed. Jessica didn’t. Instead, she turned slowly, bent, and spread herself open to them, waiting, shivering. They moved with her rhythm, etc

The next day, Jessica thought it would end there. Instead new challenges, parties, and more parties. New rules. Marks. She was always eager to please, to induce fear, to spice it up, etc

And there were the videos. 5 of them videotaping her very first time with each of them. Jessica shied from them at first, then grew to admire them. They took up wall space in the Mercer bathroom. 5 of them. She had so many, and she made many more.

Such was Jessica’s special life. Such was her Delilah trysts. Such was her ultimate babysitting adventure. A low throaty lough escaped her-them, she called it, and the men too-whenever they remembered.

Oh, to come up wih video themes. etc