Most Popular Babysitter in the Neighbourhood

Parents argued over who got her first

Carrie started babysitting for the Knightleys the summer after her sophomore year, when their old babysitter headed off to college. Now she was the one heading off to college in the fall. Two months to go.

I’m going to miss these guys when I go to college. She loved babysitting. Well, she loved the money she got from babysitting. The hours spent alone after the kids went to bed were so boring. Tonight, over at the Knightley’s place, was another boring one.

Lucas and Amelia are cute, but I’m bored to tears with them in bed so early. Carrie laid her head back on the couch with a sigh. What do I do until Brad gets home at, like, midnight? Carrie glanced over at the clock with a groan.

Nine-fifteen. Ugh.

She pulled her backpack onto her lap. Frown on her face, she pulled the zipper open and reached into the purple paisley bag.

This is heavier than it should be.

Hand reaching in, she wrapped her fingers around a long, thick rod. Eyes closed, she shook her head. “No, no, no, no, no.”

Carrie stared in horror at the fluorescent pink vibrator in her hand. Her best friend had given it to her for her eighteenth birthday the month before. “Bree, what did you do?”

Eight inches long, with a suction cup and multiple settings, Carrie’s body shuddered at the memory of what it could do. It was a guaranteed good time. Just not here. She was babysitting for crying out loud!

What if the kids came down? How do I explain this? She shook her head at her best friend’s antics and thought about her conversation with Bree. They’d been lamenting their sex life, or lack thereof, and talking about whose cocks seemed to be bigger.

All valid conversations for young, frustrated, horny girls like them.

Before Brad Knightley picked her up tonight, Carrie lamented to Bree about how hot he was. Throwing herself back onto the bed, she’d told her BFF, “Bree, the man is a total DILF. And I’d love to fuck him.” She thought about the way she ran her hands down her body. “Fuck, Bree. I want him to be my first. And I’ll be sitting in his house for hours by myself tonight.” She sighed and headed into the bathroom to get ready.

Now, vibrator in hand, she laughed at Bree loading up her backpack with things to occupy her time.

Carrie watched the episode of ‘Naked and Alone’ on the television. One hand stroked the silicone dick in her lap. She imagined it was Brad Knightley’s cock in her hand, not that she had any experience with it.

She wanted some, though. With her Uncle Roger’s golfing buddy. The father she babysits for. And he’s been nothing but a gentleman to her.

And all she could think about was playing with his cock and letting him fuck her.

“Fuck it!” Carrie ran upstairs to check on things. Ensured the kids were asleep. Put the dog out. Locked the doors. Grabbed a bottle of water, a can of ginger ale, a chocolate bar and some popcorn.

She settled herself on the recliner in front of the television, where she flipped over to the always open PornHub account. She figured the account was Mr. Knightley’s. Mrs. seemed too high strung to watch porn.

Top of the favourites list was a porno featuring a Catholic schoolgirl in a skimpy uniform, no panties, and a principal who got filthy with his punishments in detention.

As a Catholic schoolgirl, Carrie loved this one. She always put Brad Knightley into the role of principal. A fantasy she’d fucked herself to more than once. Tonight would be no different.

With the video playing, Carrie spread the plaid throw over the recliner and stripped down to her pale pink lingerie. She spilled over the cups of the lacy bra. It made Carrie feel naughty.

She liked how being naughty struck her core. In Brad’s recliner, half-naked with a vibrator in her hand, was as naughty as she’d ever been.

Not as naughty as she wanted to be.

“Oh, I like this part.” Carrie licked her lips, her hands kneading her pert, young breasts. She gasped as her fingers nudged her hard nipples. The opening sequence started. She loved watching the head cheerleader join in after finding the girl in the movie fucking the quarterback.

Carrie liked how watching the two women together made her sex clench. The way the cheerleader dove between the girl’s legs, head bobbing as she lapped at her pussy.

“Fuck, yeah. I like that.” Carrie pulled her lip between her teeth, her finger and thumb pinching her nipple. Back arched, she squirmed on the blanket, desperate for more.

The schoolgirl talked back to her teacher. Carrie slipped her fingers into her panties, swirling them around her clit. Sent to the principal’s office, the girl twirled her pigtail, telling him she’d been a bad girl. 

Carrie’s hips jerked upwards as she dipped one finger into her cunt. The older man looked at the girl over his glasses and frowned. He invited her to sit in the chair across from his desk.

Juices slurping, Carrie plunged her finger in and out of her sopping channel, her battery-operated cock forgotten in the throes of her lust-filled imagination.

Eyes closed, head back, her moans filled the room. Confident she was alone, Carrie let herself get taken away by her fantasy of Brad’s tongue licking her pussy.

“Oh, Brad. Yes. Oh, yes. Fuck.” Her fingers plucked her nipple, pulling it taut as she screamed and shuddered with ecstasy.

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Across the room, hidden in the shadows of the doorway, hungry eyes watched Carrie fuck herself. A hand stroked the rigid steel pipe of a cock straining at the zipper of his slacks. Brad licked his lips, ravenous for the girl in front of him.

A girl he’d been lusting after since she first babysat for them two years ago. They’d shared stolen glances. He’d touch her at every opportunity. She giggled at everything he said. He ogled her ass whenever he could. Ached to touch her nubile young tits. Wanted to chew her out for being a naughty girl. Coat his tongue in her sweet nectar.

Inappropriate and far too young for him. Forbidden, yet so fucking tasty. Taboo, but he couldn’t get her out of his mind. Didn’t want to, either.

Carrie turned eighteen last month. She wasn’t as taboo as she used to be.

He wanted to sink his cock into her. There would be no stopping him now. Not after watching her scream his name while her juices coated her hand.

Brad nodded and pulled out his phone. He shot a text off to his wife, telling him he’d kept the sitter overnight because he was going to be out until the wee hours. She thanked him for doing the right thing.

He was thankful for her business trip to Los Angeles, across the country from their home in Boston.

Pushing himself off the wall, Brad stepped out of the shadows and into Carrie’s line of sight. She yelped in surprise.

“Brad… I mean, Mr. Knightley… what are you doing home?” She swallowed thickly, frozen like a deer in the headlights of a transport truck.

Brad stalked towards her, the lascivious grin on his face growing wider with each step. “Hello, Carrie.” He pulled her head back by the ponytail and leaned into her, stopping when his lips brushed against hers. “I heard you calling me. Are you all right?”

Her face turned three shades of red. She was adorable. Watching the colour steal across her face and down into her cleavage made him harder than he already was. He didn’t think it was possible. He was wrong.

“I’m going to kiss you now, Carrie.” He claimed her lips. Soft. Sweet. Unhurried. Passionate. It was everything she’d hoped for in a first kiss.

She mewled into his mouth, gasping at his tongue’s invasion between her lips. He nipped her lip. A gush of liquid flooded her panties, drenching the silk anew. Brad groaned into her mouth, scent of her arousal flooding his senses.

“Baby girl, I want you.” His hand caressed down her body, pulling a nipple as he moved down to slip his thick digits into her soaked panties.

She shuddered when he pulled his finger out, placing it against her lips. The smell of her sex overwhelmed her. Her tongue flicked out to lick his finger.

“Fuck, baby girl. That is so hot.” Two fingers parted her lips. She sucked them in, tongue licking them while she sucked her juices from them, slurping like it was the tail end of her last meal. “I want to fuck you, baby girl.” Carrie nodded. “No, baby girl. I need words. Tell me.”

“Yes, Brad.” She looked up at him from under her lashes, overcome with shyness. He bit her nipple, sucking the wet lace into his mouth along with it.

“I told you, baby girl. Words. You need to use words.” Brad spoke around the nipple in his mouth. “Tell me. Now.” He bit her, hard, at the last word, growling at the flood of juice soaking the almost new recliner.

“Yes, Brad. Yes!” Carrie’s scream echoed around the room as she shattered in his arms. “I want you to fuck me. Yes!”

“Good girl.” She panted, beaming at his words.

Brad picked the vibrator up, turning it on and asking her the burning question in his mind. “Have you put this inside you, baby girl?” She nodded, and he stood with a groan, ripping his clothes off in a rush. He was desperate to be inside her. Now. The silicone cock dropped onto the chair, forgotten as it jittered and jumped along the dark leather.

He fisted his cock, grinning at the way her eyes widened and she licked her lips hungrily. She reached a hand out, then pulled it back. Hips forward, he thrust his hard as fuck dick towards her.

“Touch me, baby girl. Touch me.” Pre-cum dripped in a steady stream from the tip of his dick. “Lick me, Carrie. Oh, fuck, lick your treat, baby girl. Please.”

A goddess on her knees, Carrie understood true power, beauty, or purpose. Now, as a sense of mastery settled over her, she saw why some loved dominating others.

One hand tentatively wrapped around his length, she reached out her tongue and pulled his hard, velvety goodness into her mouth. Her eyes fluttered open. Lust-filled green eyes, flecks of blue and brown swirling in their depths, stared up at him and she recognized the absolute freedom of submitting to another.

Brad couldn’t wait any longer. He’d been torturing himself for months with wanting this girl. Tonight was their night. He would have her.

Now.

He pulled her towards him and kneeled between her legs. Fingers pulling her lips apart, he dove into her pussy and pulled her clit into his mouth. She screamed. Back arched. Hips thrusting her cunt into his face.

Brad suspected she was a virgin. She was too innocent not to be. Her body moved on instinct alone. And it was so sexy it was unreal. He couldn’t believe this girl would finally be his.

When she was wet enough, he grabbed her and flipped her onto his lap on the recliner. Brad thrust up into her. Her wet cunt sucked him in, one inch at a time, until his balls slapped her ass, the vibrator still going beside them.

He leaned up, latching onto her pebbled nipple. “Fuck, baby girl, you feel amazing. So fucking tight. So fucking good.”

The two moved as one. Each seeking their release but craving the other’s first.

Carrie didn’t know what to expect. She’d never felt as full. His cock thickened, lengthened inside of her. She could feel him twitching as he struggled to keep control.

“Baby girl, I need to cum. Need to fill you with my seed.” His words startled, alarmed, and thrilled Carrie all at once.

“I want that, too, Daddy, but I’m not on the pill. I could get pregnant.” Her words spilled his seed inside of her in one hard upward plunge of his hips.

“Yes. Fuck, yes.” He pulled her down as he filled her with the biggest load he’d had in months. Burying his face in her neck, he kissed just below her ear and told her, “Call me Daddy again. Goddamn, I liked that.”

Carrie, her innocence leaving a red smear on his cock, leaned back and smiled. “I’ll call you whatever you want me to, Daddy.”

Front door closed. Footsteps walked across the floor. High heels carried the new arrival to the basement door and down the stairs. Panicked, the lovers tracked the clacking of the heels across the ceiling. Still buried hilt deep in his young lover, Brad put a finger to her lips and winked at her.

“Carrie, you down here? I have a cab out front waiting to take you home.” The sultry voice giggled as Brad’s wife walked into the rec room. “I thought I’d surprise Brad when he comes home tonight.”

Cynthia Knightley, fresh off a last-minute flight change, stood with her mouth open and tears shining in her eyes. She shifted her gaze to her husband’s, an accusatory tone in her voice as she stomped one foot in frustration.

“You promised I could have a go, first, Brad.”