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  Copyright 2020 by Skarlit Sitter

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  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real individuals is purely coincidental. The following content is intended for mature audiences. All characters are consenting, legal aged adults.

  Are you eager to read about naughty wanton girls getting their wet, tempting pussies spread, stretched, and filled to the hilt? How about massive throbbing cocks ploughing into tight virgin holes?

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  DIRTY DEVIL

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  “IT CAN BE OUR LITTLE SECRET, DADDY…”

  Babysitting is the easiest gig in the world for a broke eighteen-year-old. Three nights a week I get to lounge around on my neighbors' couch and watch television while their baby Charlie sleeps soundly in his crib.

  Mr. And Mrs. Kent are totally loaded too, so they always have the really expensive ice cream bars with the rich chocolate and walnuts--my favorite! And of course, they also have the money to pay me quite generously for my babysitting time.

  The two of them own their own business together, so they have time to go out on dates a few nights a week. It must be difficult to keep the romance alive when they have to work with each other every single day. And honestly, they seem pretty bored with each other after only a couple years of marriage.

  If anything, Mr. Kent seems more interested in me than his wife. Sometimes he's waiting on her to get ready for an hour after I've gotten there. He doesn't seem to mind though, and he likes to ask me all kinds of questions about my life in the meantime.

  Mr. Kent seems genuinely interested in my future, even. When I told him I was thinking about taking a couple college classes over the summer, he offered to pay for them.

  When I mentioned my interest in art, he told me about when he studied art anatomy as an elective back in his own college days. He said that he got so nervous and flustered around nude models that he ended up dropping the class.

  He seems to really want me to pursue my passion for art. In fact, Mr. Kent even told me that I should be one of those nude models. Like where you just stand there naked in front of an audience while students attempt to draw your form perfectly.

  Apparently, he thinks I have the ideal body for it--and it pays well, too! I guess that means he thinks I'm hot. And I have to admit that Mr. Kent is pretty hot, too.

  He may be well into his forties, but makes an effort to keep himself in shape. If he ever misses going to the gym, he will even skip the date with his wife that night just to work out while she stays home. But he still pays me anyway.

  Sometimes, after I've put Charlie to bed, I'll lie down on their living room couch and masturbate to the pictures of Mr. Kent I have saved on my phone.

  Once I found the giant dildo they keep in the bedroom, I started using it to fuck my pussy while I held the pictures of him smiling at the camera.

  Just the sight of Mr. Kent was enough to get me wet. My legs would be spread eagle while I slumped down into the beige couch cushions, still wearing a tight fitting tank top that showed off my tits.

  I'd rub my clit with the tip of my middle finger while I pushed and pulled the dildo in and out, licking my lips at the thought of sucking Mr. Kent's big cock.

  Then I would pull the dildo out of me and slurp on my dripping girl juices with lips painted red with Mrs. Kent's lipstick. My virgin pussy tastes sweet, and I know Mr. Kent would be quite pleased if he ever went down on me.

  After that, I would drill the dildo into my tight hole with both hands around the back of the shaft until it bottomed out at my cervix. I'd get it so it was hitting just the right spot while my hips gyrated to the intense pleasure. Then my pace would pick up speed until I felt the warm tingle rising in my core.

  Just before I came, I would yank the dildo out of me and rub my clit vigorously until it put me over the edge. My pussy would gush all over the side of the couch where Mr. Kent liked to sit as my body writhed and my mind went numb. I would pretend his head was buried between my legs as my girl juices made the cushion soggy.

  There was a big stain on the couch now where I had masturbated so many times. I made sure to keep a throw pillow over the spot whenever I was done, and they had never asked me about it.

  The truth is, I'd much rather be a stay-at-home mom and just paint as more of a hobby. I've always wanted to have a child of my own. Even with Charlie, I treat him like my own.

  Every night, I sing little Charlie to sleep while I rock him in my arms. Then I'll just sit there and watch him, or I'll put my head to his chest and listen to him snoring softly. Sometimes I imagine that I am Charlie's mother putting him to sleep.

  I want to take care of my baby during the day while the father works hard at his high paying job. And then I'll be ready and waiting every day he comes home to fuck me.

  I want to be a mother who changes diapers, breast feeds her baby, and puts it down for long naps every day. My man would support us and I would keep him happy with my large breasts and round ass. Whatever he's into, I will oblige him and do my part as a good wife should.

  And I want that so badly with Mr. Kent, though I could never tell him that up until now.

  Mr. Kent had just invited me over to hang out together so we could talk more about my future and maybe watch a movie. He said he would pay me for my time anyway like always, so I didn't mind.

  His wife had plans to meet with a client for dinner tonight, so we were going to be alone. It wouldn't surprise me at all if it turned out that Mrs. Kent was cheating. Lately she had been going out a lot with the same client who always seemed to have some important business matters to discuss.

  But even if Mr. Kent was equally suspicious, he didn't seem that bothered by it. Instead, the two of us could have plenty of fun without her.

  ***

  Before heading over to their house, I put on my favorite skimpy outfit with the pink tank top and matching short shorts that really make my ass look nice and tight. Then I used some more of the makeup stuff I stole from Mrs. Kent's vanity to get myself looking smoking hot.

  It isn't exactly my plan to seduce Mr. Kent, but then, I'm not going to stop him if he decides he wants a piece of this, either. Looking in the mirror, I pinch an ass cheek and spank it hard. I bite my bottom lip and grin devilishly at myself.

  When I get to their house, I see that Mrs. Kent's car has already left the driveway. I wonder if Mr. Kent ever told her I was coming over. Or maybe he planned to have her gone before I got there.

  I tap against the large door with glossy manicured nails and jump slightly in surprise at how quickly it opens. Mr. Kent is standing there in front of me, his hair is styled and I get an instant whiff of his vanilla scented cologne.

  It smells nice, even if he could do with a little less. Suddenly I'm feeling a lot less like just the babysitter, and more like Mrs. Kent going out on a date with her husband.

  "Come--come in, Claire. Please," he says, smiling awkwardly and looking a little nervous.

  "Don't worry, I'm not naked. You don't have to be nervous," I say, smirking a little and placing a hand gently on the side of his wide jaw. Then I giggle and prance my way into the house, making sure to wiggle my ass a bit as Mr. Kent closes the door behind me.

  I enter the living room that's just inside and take a seat on the familiar spot of the couch. I cross my legs so my entire thigh and part of my ass is showing, then reach down for the remote atop
the coffee table. While I'm bent over, my breasts hang and my low cut tank top exposes my gorgeous cleavage just for Mr. Kent.

  "Shall we watch a movie?" I smile and look up at Mr. Kent walking over, still reaching for the remote. "Oh! How about some dessert to go with it?" I ask, leaving the remote and scurrying toward the freezer instead.

  I return to the living room with a chocolate ice cream bar. "These are my favorite!" I say, acting giddy.

  Mr. Kent has taken a seat on the couch, so I plop down right up against him.

  "So, have you registered for those classes yet?" He asks, trying to strike a casual conversation while avoiding eye contact. My lips are wrapped around the tip of the ice cream bar while I'm beaming with innocent doe eyes.

  "Not yet," I say, the words muffled by sucking. A thick glob of melted chocolate is dribbling down the corner of my mouth. If I could talk right now, I would probably tell him that I actually don't really care about college.

  As nice as it was for him to offer to pay for my tuition, I'd much rather he just grab me by the ankles and fuck me right here on this couch.

  Then I can beg for him to cum inside my tight little pussy and give me a baby like I've always wanted--a baby just like Charlie. I nibble at the inner ice cream layer of the bar as some of it oozes out of my puckered lips.

  I lower my eyes to Jeremy's crotch and lick lustfully around my lips, lapping at the thick melted cream that is all down my chin. Mr. Kent looks restless.

  "Want a bite?" I ask, patting him on the knee to get his attention.

  "N--no thanks,"

  "C'mon, try it!" I urge, shoving it in close to his face. Mr. Kent opens his mouth hesitantly, then takes a small bite at the soft end where I mouthed it. "Tastes good, doesn't it?" He nods and smiles at me, relaxing a little.

  "You really are pretty, Claire." His gaze trails off again toward the static white of the television. "I wasn't kidding when I said that you should be one of those nude models. Good artists do appreciate it when--"

  "You really think so?" I interrupt. I glide the thick, pink nail of my index finger slowly down between the cleavage of my push-up bra. The motion in the corner of his eye gets him to turn back toward me biting one corner of my bottom lip.

  His compliment has got my nipples turning hard. I take another bite of the ice cream bar and let a piece of chocolate fall to my breast.

  “Oops!” I cry, scraping my finger gently to wipe it clean, leaving a tiny smudge of the chocolate there.

  "I was thinking..." I start to say, noticing that Mr. Kent's eyes have drifted down to my breasts. "I was thinking I should let you see my whole body. Then you can tell me if I'm really cut out for modeling." He is unresponsive, remaining fixated on my tits.

  Finally, with an audible tremble in his voice, "I--I don't think--"

  "Hold this." I get him to grab the bar as I stand and walk to the center of the room. I curl my fingers gingerly under the bottom of my top and lift it slowly over my raised arms.

  Dropping it to the floor, I hold my black lace bra to my chest as I unclasp the back of it and let the two bands hang loosely at my sides.

  Mr. Kent continues to stare while I nudge the two straps off my shoulders, keeping one arm holding the bra up. Then I grin mischievously and let my arm go limp.

  The bra falls quietly to the carpet floor, revealing my perky tits and hard nipples. He gasps as I pinch one nipple between my thumb and forefinger and giggle.

  I turn away from him, bending over so my shorts ride up even higher. My red lace panties are peeking out from underneath. With my two thumbs I gently peel back the shorts and panties together until the top of my crack is exposed.

  "Are you sure you want me to see this?" He asks, though it's clear from the tone of his voice that he is praying that I won't stop.

  I respond by tugging my shorts and panties all the way down, letting them fall to my ankles to expose my bare ass. Remaining bent over, I step out of them and bring my knees close together so he has a nice view of my virgin pussy, now quivering with anticipation.

  "So what do you think, Mr. Kent?" I slip a finger between my wet folds while he watches from behind.

  "Claire, I--I really think you should put your clothes back on." He says. I can see the sweat of his forehead from here.

  "But then how can you fuck me, silly?" I giggle, rotating my neck to see Mr. Kent looking stunned and speechless. I saunter over to him still sitting on the couch and place one hand on each knee.

  With just a little force, I get him to spread his knees apart. His mouth is agape when I sit on top of of one, getting a leg over each side of it.

  I push my tits together and lick at one nipple, "Want to taste them?" I lean in close, holding a breast up to his mouth so the nipple brushes his pursed lips. I guide one his hands to my waist, his fingers groping around my soft, shapely ass. Mr. Kent stubbornly keeps his lips sealed tight, shaking his head when I lean in further.

  "Just give them a little suck... please?" I whimper at his refusal of me and pout at him playfully. Mr. Kent parts his lips to let out a long sigh, and I take advantage by getting my nipple in between them. I feel the wetness of his tongue on my hard nipple and his lips sealing around the areola.

  My hair falls into his face as I arch my neck back, enjoying the sensation of him swirling his tongue apprehensively. Mr. Kent closes his eyes and allows himself to be lost in the thrill of sucking on his babysitter's tit.

  Everything was happening just as I had hoped. I knew that Mr. Kent couldn't possibly resist the urge to fuck me senseless if I offered my body to him--the body he admired so much.

  And now he was lapping passionately on the tits like he had probably imagined since the first time I showed up to watch his kid.

  And now Mr. Kent is going to give me a child of my own, just like Charlie. I look down to see him licking wildly on the other breast now, giving in fully to his desire.

  I notice the tent at the crotch of his jeans getting bigger. As horny as he is now, it should be easy to get him to fuck me and shoot his seed into me.

  His hand move with a slight hesitation from my ass up to my lower back. I shudder as a finger tip trails along my spine and my body tingles all over. Fingers brush through the back of my hair as I lurch forward, pushing him by the shoulders against the couch and connecting my lips with his.

  Our tongues dance while I gyrate sensually along his leg. I grasp the bottom of his jaw to keep his face close to mine as we make out. Then I pull back, tracing my tongue slowly along the edge of his lips.

  Still holding him by the chin, I look down at him with lustful eyes and squeeze his cheeks together. Our lips join again and his tongue swirls wildly around in my mouth--he is getting anxious now.

  When our lips part naturally, I stare down at his crotch and grin suggestively. Biting my lower lip in anticipation, I crouch down so I am level with his bent knees.

  My hand moves slowly along his leg, squeezing firmly along the inside of his thighs. I begin tenderly massaging the bulge of his pants, but he squirms and grabs me by the arm.

  "We can't do that Claire! What if my wife found out?"

  "You know she's fucking around on you with that client of hers. How many times have they gone to dinner this month?" I wrestle my arm free to get at his zipper.

  Surprisingly, he puts up little resistance. When his fly is unzipped, I nibble playfully at the mound at his crotch, looking up at him with doe eyes again.

  I peel back the elastic band of his underwear and lick at the shaft of his engorged cock. The ice cream bar he was holding falls to the cushion when he feels the warmth of my mouth around the head. My tongue swirls down and around the tip of his shaft and I bring my head down, slowly.

  I keep my lips sealed tightly around his cock while I suck him, coming back up the shaft to ask him one more thing.

  "I've been thinking..." I pause a moment, deciding whether I should follow through. "I want you to fuck me and cum inside me." Mr. Kent's eyes go wide in disbelief. "I
want you to put a baby in me, Mr. Kent." I go back down on his cock, hoping for an answer.

  "Your wife will never have to know," I say through gargled words and drool a line of spit down his shaft.

  Mr. Kent tilts his neck back as he moans. I can tell he is enjoying me slobbering along his thick cock. I force him way back in my throat until I have to gag and come up for air.

  Wiping a trail of saliva from my chin, I tell him, "This can be out little secret." Mr. Kent lets out a heavy sigh and gives a subtle shrug with his shoulders. He grips a hand firmly at the back of my head and a grin stretches wide across my face. With a forceful jerk from behind I am back down on his cock.

  He pushes me deep, further than I could go on my own. I start to gag again but his hand holds me down. I lap my tongue against his rock hard shaft and squint my eyes to help get it all in.