Venus Vixen Working Extra For A Bonus
Title: Venus Vixen: The Babysitter’s Sordid Secrets
In the sultry heat of a summer’s eve, under the watchful gaze of the moon, a covert tale unfolds in the quiet suburbia of Willowbrook. Meet Venus, our busty, brunette babysitter with an insatiable appetite for pleasure and cash. Tangled in a web of naughty desires and, let’s be frank, utter desperation, Venus agrees to a sordid deal with the Johnson’s, a seemingly ordinary couple with a taste for deviant thrills.
It was an evening like any other when Venus arrived at the Johnson’s modest bungalow, her luscious curves barely contained by her skimpy shorts and crop top. Little did she know that the Johnsons’ children, Timmy and Molly, would be spending the night at Grandma’s, leaving Venus to work overtime in more ways than one.
Mr. Johnson greeted Venus at the door, his eyes roaming hungrily over her voluptuous figure. “Venus, sweet thing,” he purred, “the wife and I have a special request for you tonight. We’re feeling… adventurous, and we thought a girl like you could help us out.”
Venus bit her plump lower lip, intrigued. “What kind of request?” she asked, her voice dripping with curiosity, and perhaps a hint of warning.
Mrs. Johnson emerged from the shadows, her high heels clicking menacingly on the hardwood floors. “Oh, Venus,” she breathed, “we want to see more of that naughty side we hear rumors about. Think you can play along?”
Venus’s pulse quickened. She knew this wasn’t money for babysitting alone. But the wad of bills Mr. Johnson flashed before her eyes was far too tempting to resist. “I’m game,” she purred, “but you two have to keep up.”
With a devilish grin, the Johnsons ushered Venus into the living room, where a plush velvet couch and flickering candles awaited, along with a few toys Venus had never seen before. She gulped, her thighs trembling with anticipation and perhaps a twinge of fear.
Mr. Johnson took the lead, his hands roaming over Venus’s supple curves. “Let’s start with something simple, shall we? How about you take off that skimpy top and put on a show for us?”
Venus hesitated for only a moment before unbuttoning her crop top and letting it drop to the floor, exposing her ample breasts, barely contained by a sinful pink bra. She swaying her hips, running her hands over her own body as she danced for the Johnsons.
Mrs. Johnson licked her lips, her eyes glinting with hunger as she watched Venus perform. “Oh, you naughty girl,” she taunted, “I think you and I could have a lot of fun together…”
As the night wore on, Venus found herself in increasingly compromising positions, pleasing her employers in ways she never could have imagined. She took their commandments like a good girl, eagerly tasting the forbidden fruit that was the Johnson’s depraved desires.
She worshipped Mrs. Johnson’s body like a ravenous tigress, her tongue darting out to taste the sweet nectar between the other woman’s legs. She took Mr. Johnson’s throbbing member deep into her throat, gagging and moaning as he thrust into the wet heat of her mouth.
And yet, even as she submits to their whims, Venus feels a glimmer of power. She knows she has them wrapped around her finger, hypnotized by her expansive curves and sensual moves. She is the puppet master, pulling the strings on this twisted game of give and take.
As dawn approaches, Venus lies exhausted and satiated between the Johnsons, their discarded clothes strewn across the sacked couch. The wives hands roam over Venus’s body, marveling at the physical feat she has accomplished.
Mrs. Johnson gives a satisfied smile. “Well, Venus, I think it’s safe to say you worked extra hard for that bonus. We’ll definitely be calling you back.”
Venus smirks knowingly, already counting the Benjamin’s in her mind. “Of course, ma’am,” she purrs, “anything for my favorite employers.”
And with that, she rises from the couch, her body glistening with sweat and satisfaction, ready to face the judgemental eyes of Willowbrook once more. Venus knows she’s crossed a line, but she dares anyone to stop her. After all, some lines are just meant to be broken.
The End
Word Count: 1,000
