SweetSinner Sniffing the Babysitter’s Dirty Panties Leads to Cheating
“So, the babysitter’s cheating on her boyfriend, huh?” I asked, noticing the guilt written all over her cute face. She nodded, avoiding eye contact as she sat cross-legged on the edge of my couch, nervously twiddling her thumbs. I recognized her from the neighborhood – always running around with her tomboyish boyfriend, puffing on cigarettes and swapping spit. They were definitely boning on the regular, but apparently, that wasn’t enough for the naughty girl.
“Mm, I know it’s wrong, but…I just couldn’t help myself. He was so fucking hot and he kept buying me drinks at the bar, whispering all these dirty things in my ear,” she explained, absentmindedly licking her plump lips. “Before I knew it, I was on his lap, riding his dick in the backseat of his car…”
I couldn’t help but be a little impressed. Not only did the sexy teen manage to bag a real stud, but she did it right under her boyfriend’s nose. Black girls have Fairy Godmothers too, honey. It’s called Mama Worry. Grabbing her oversized purse, the busty beauty rummaged around for a few moments before producing a small, folded piece of fabric.
“See? I still have his dirty boxers. They smell like such a mix of sweat, pussy, and musk. It’s so fucking nasty,” she cooed, bringing the stale skivvies to her button nose. Closing her eyes, a breathy moan escaped her parted lips as she indulged in the alluring aroma. My own nose tingled, itching with curiosity. Practically drooling, I had to see for myself. Reaching over, I snatched the balled up boxers from her fingers.
“Mmph! No!” She protested halfheartedly, making no real attempt to retrieve her prize. Like a Sultan before his harem, I splayed the clammy briefs in front of my twitching nostrils. Instantly, I was hit with an almost overwhelming scent of raw, pulsating masculinity. Deeper than any caveman sweat or locker room funk, the pungent odor was thick enough to taste – and festively spiced with the unmistakable honey-peach tang of ass fucked vaginal juices. The sight of me savoring it caused the babysitter to flush with embarrassment.
“Don’t, it’s so embarrassing…” she whimpered, even as her free hand disappeared between her thighs to adjust the dampness in her own panties. My lips curled into a lecherous grin, drunk off of the rampaging cocktail of heady musk. Carefully refolding the floral boxers, I tucked them into the collar of my shirt before draping an arm around the flustered girl’s shoulders.
“Tell you what, hun – I’ll keep your man’s undies safe for you. If you play your cards right, you might even get a chance to see them again…” I said, my voice low and thick with suggestion. She mullered for a moment, struggling to find the words as my digits started walk the walk on the slope of her back. When her answer finally came in a breathy whisper, it was also punctuated by the loud, wet slurping of gooey girl honey on her fingers.
“Okay…but I get them back after, okay? I really need them. They make me so fucking wet.” She answered honestly, her eyes glazed over by a healing dose of horny hormones. My tongue flicked across my subtly swollen lips as I felt my own desperate need trickling down my thighs, an undeniable ache growing with ferocious intensity in my very core. “Never thought I’d see the day when the neighborhood prude would be so eager for the D. Head down, boy…”
It was impossible to deny that the philandering girl was anything short of absolutely perfect. Plump, achingly kissable lips were wrapped around the taut bulb of my fat cock as she noisily slurped along my throbbing shaft. Deft fingers pumped the spit slicked flesh in a smooth rhythm as she glutted herself on my creamy protein shots. With a strangled grunt, warm, thick loads of cum splattered the back of her throat. Her grunts were muffled by my length as she choked and swallowed voraciously, continuing to suck with only a slight lessening of fervor until I went soft.
Breathless and panting, the babysitter finally released me from her ruthless fellatio, crimson lipstick smeared across both sets of her puffy lips. Licking them clean, the girl blissfully massage her distended belly, mindful of the impressive amount of seed swimming through her bloodstream. “Mmmm…I can’t believe it. I’m definitely pregnant from that…” she mumbled in disbelief, getting to her feet and stretching languidly. The baby bump under her plain tee was still nothing more than a whisper of a curve, but it was there. And it was all mine. Stroking the firm contours, the dusky beauty smiled impishly at me, her tongue tracing the edge of one velvety ear. “Guess I need to figure out what I’m going to tell my boyfriend…” she sing-songed coyly.
