twisted-talez: “Fuck, you’ve got a hot hole,” the hung frat boy moaned as I bounced up and down on h
twisted-talez: “Fuck, you’ve got a hot hole,” the hung frat boy moaned as I bounced up and down on his huge cock. “You take cock here every night?” he asked. “Nah,” I replied. “I don’t live here. I’m just the babysitter.”I was home from college for the summer and wanted to make a little cash, so my sister hooked me up with a family that needed a babysitter. “It’s easy,” she assured me. “Their kids are really young. All you have to do is feed them and put them to bed, then you’ll have the rest of the evening to chill until the parents come back home.”I showed up at the designated time. The dad was kinda hot for an older dude. I’d definitely let him do me, was my thought. The parents gave me a quick rundown and then left for a dinner party. As my sister promised, the kids were easy. I got them fed and in bed within an hour. That left me with a couple hours to myself.Of course, I pulled up some porn on my phone. And then I was horny. Super horny. Just for kicks, I logged on to Grindr. I clearly have no discipline, as I quickly found a hot hookup. He was a frat boy who had been out drinking with a few buds and now wanted to get his big cock into some ass. I knew it was risky, but I invited him over.Ten minutes later, the hung frat boy was pounding the hell out of my ass in the family’s guest room, his 2019 ΦΥΚ Brawl t-shirt tossed on the floor. Holy fuck, he was hung. “Fuck you’ve got a hot hole,” he moaned while I rode his cock, bouncing up and down on him. “You take cock here every night?” the frat boy asked. “Nah,” I replied. “I don’t live here. I’m just the babysitter.” He gave me an incredulous look. “Damn, bro,” he declared. “I’ve never fucked a babysitter before. That’s fucking hot.” It must have really turned him on, as he was soon pounding my hole furiously. “Get ready for my cum, faggot,” the frat boy warned as I felt his big cock swelling inside me. He then grunted loudly while cumming up my ass. I was worried he might wake the kids, but the house remained quiet. Whew. Time was ticking, so I rushed him out the door. “You gotta go, bro,” I joked as I shoved him out the door. “I’m on the clock.”The frat boy was barely gone when the parents arrived home. I greeted them at the door and, as the mom went upstairs to change out of her dress, the dad pulled out his wallet to pay me. While counting out the cash, he cocked his head toward me. “Is the hot, hung frat boy in the ΦΥΚ shirt already gone?” he asked. Fuck. I turned white and froze in horror as I began to stammer, “I … uh … How did you …?”“We got robbed last year. I’ve got cameras all over this house, and I can watch in real-time from my phone,” the dad explained while holding up his phone and showing me a replay of me riding the frat boy in the guest room. “You two put on quite a show for me,” he laughed. I was shocked and embarrassed that he had seen me getting railed by the hung frat boy, and couldn’t say a word. Suddenly, the silence between us was broken by the sound of running water coming from upstairs. “Sounds like my wife is getting in the shower,” the dad announced. He then unzipped his pants and pulled out a thick, eight-inch cock. “Bend over, faggot,” he ordered as he slapped me on the ass. “I love sloppy seconds, and we’ve got about ten minutes for me to seed that used hole before my wife gets out of the shower.” Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. -- source link