The Babysitter

She was in their bedroom when she should’ve been downstairs. Snooping. The babysitter’s fingers trailed over drawers she had no business opening, breath shallow, heart hammering. Bill Bailey walked in and caught her red-handed. No words, just action. He grabbed her by the hair and shoved his cock down her throat until she gagged and drooled, eyes watering. That was the first lesson. She tried to pull back but he held her there, skull-fucking her until she went slack and accepted it. When he finally let her up for air, the message was clear: tonight she wasn’t watching anything except his cock. He bent her over the bed, wrists bound tight, and drilled into her ass without warning. She screamed into the sheets, body jerking with every thrust, but the fight left her quick. Pleasure took over, rolling through her in hard, relentless waves until she came so many times her legs gave out. Bill didn’t stop. He kept her pinned and used, making sure every filthy fantasy she’d denied even to herself got dragged out into the open and fucked raw.