BABYSITTER STORIES: 5 Babysitter Stories Read Free

licked her lips as she took her husband’s cock deep inside.  There were more than a few young men who did occasional babysitting jobs too…but she would spring that idea on Matt when they had gone through a few more of the girls.
     
    RAW DESIRE
     
    SYNOPSIS:
     
    The last thing Adam expected when he dragged his inebriated wife home from the party was a sexual encounter with the babysitter…but that’s exactly what he got.  Beneath the innocent face and the milky white skin and freckles, Ginger was a seething mass of raw desire…
     
     
    The kids were asleep and Miranda had gone straight to bed when we got home…it happened every time somebody brought a bottle of Captain Morgan’s to one of the parties.  I knew damned well she was down for the night, and I would have to wait until tomorrow before I was going to get any relief.
     
    Miranda’s friends were tease freaks, flaunting their bodies at the parties and rubbing up against all the guys.  I usually managed to get in a few cheep feels and there were always little touchy feely games going on, but it was all in fun…until you got home and your wife passed out when you had a raging hardon.  I knew it was either jack off or do without, so I was not in a particularly good mood when I got home.  On top of everything else, I was going to have to pay the babysitter, a job Miranda usually took care of.
     
    After I half carried Miranda into the bedroom and poured her into our bed, I came back out into the living room and headed for the bar.  Ginger, our freckled eighteen year old babysitter, followed me over to the bar and sat down with her arms on top of the long mahogany bar I had built myself.  I poured four fingers of Russell’s Reserve Rye whiskey into a tumbler and took a deep swallow.
     
    “She had a little too much again did she?” Ginger asked with a wry grin.
     
    “Hell yes,” I said, “you’d think I’d know better by now, but I let myself get all fired up and now I’m gonna have to wait til tomorrow.”  I shook my head, it was an old story and I was used to it.  I didn’t like it, but I was used to it.
     
    Ginger reached across the bar, exposing an uncomfortable expanse of bare freckled flesh as her sundress pulled down when she leaned over, and took my rye from my hand.  I looked at her, mildly surprised, and warned her that it was straight rye whiskey.
     
    “I know,” she said, taking a healthy swallow, “this is what I sneak from my dad’s bar every chance I get.” She set the square crystal tumbler back on the shiny surface of the bar.  She looked me squarely in the eye.  “Why do you let them do that to you when you know she’s going to be too drunk to play when you get home?”
     
    I was more than a little embarrassed because my eighteen year old babysitter was staring at and referring to the large and obvious woodie in my shorts. I could have ignored her, and I probably should have, but it was spoken in a challenging manner and I’d had a few drinks myself that night.
     
    “Not that you’d understand anything about it young lady, but I enjoy playing and teasing with those ladies and we’ve been doing it for a long time…and it’s not always a given that Miranda will get squiffy.  Most of the time we do just fine after you leave.  By the way, aren’t you due home pretty soon now?”
     
    “Nope,” Ginger said, taking another swallow of my drink and exposing a disturbing amount of skin once more…I couldn’t call it cleavage really, her breasts were small but well shaped.  “Mom and Dad are out of town for the weekend.” Her green eyes captured mine.  “What makes you think I wouldn’t understand what goes on at those parties?”  She threw her shoulders back and thrust her small breasts forward, and then lifted her foot to the top rung of the barstool she was sitting on.  The skirt of the sundress rose, exposing more milky white freckled skin than I had ever seen before on the babysitter who had