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Breeding with the Reluctant Babysitter: The Trilogy

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Breeding with the Reluctant Babysitter: The
Trilogy

Scarlett Skyes

 

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Table of
Contents

Breeding with the Reluctant
Babysitter

Breeding with the Reluctant Babysitter
2

Breeding with the Reluctant Babysitter
3

Other stories by Scarlett
Skyes

Breeding with the
Reluctant Babysitter

I knew something was wrong right
from the moment I sat in the car so Mr Warren could drive me home
at the end of the night. It had been an otherwise uneventful
evening babysitting the Warren kids while their parents went out on
a date, they’d gone to bed right on time and the older boy had only
come out of his room once asking for some water. No problems.

Mr Warren sat in the driver’s
seat just looking at me for a while. I didn’t know what to say, he
was clearly checking me out. I saw his eyes roam from the very tips
of my toes, up my legs and pause for a long time at the bare skin
below my short pleated skirt. It was a somewhat more risqué than
conventional outfit for babysitting, but I had wanted to look sexy
for my boyfriend who was supposed to be visiting me while the
Warrens were out. He’d cancelled at the last moment though, much to
my frustration.

Mr Warren’s gaze continued its
journey up my body, pausing once more at chest level. I looked
downwards and saw that some of the gaps between the buttons of my
shirt were gaping open, allowing him to see the lacy material of my
a-cup bra. I crossed my arms over my chest self-consciously, I was
shy about my breasts at the best of times, being a late bloomer
they were still growing, but I didn’t want my employer looking at
them, they were private.

He looked at me with a knowing
smile and I blushed, still not knowing how to react to his
inappropriate attention. I was about to get out of the car when he
reached out with his hand and put it on my thigh, his little finger
just disappearing under the hem of my skirt.

“Safety first, Sara, put your
seatbelt on.”

Before I could push his hand
away he removed it himself and started the car. I was so confused,
he had never done anything like this before. I wondered if I was
misinterpreting his actions, he wouldn’t have taken his hand off my
leg by himself if he was really coming on to me would he?

“Uh… OK Mr Warren, of
course.”

I wrapped the seatbelt around
the front of my body and buckled up as Mr Warren pulled out into
the street and drove away from his house. The silence in the car
was kind of awkward, so I reached towards the stereo.

“Mind if we listen to
something?” I asked.

“Sure thing, Sara. I’ve got an
audio book on cd in there at the moment, let’s listen to that.”

“OK.”

I was a bit disappointed, I had
wanted to listen to music rather than a short middle-part of some
stupid book, but it was his car and his rules I supposed. I don’t
know the title or author of the book Mr Warren had playing over his
car stereo but it sure as hell didn’t help make things less
awkward. The scene being read out by a young woman depicted a
husband and wife who seduce their babysitter and graphically
described all kinds of sex acts I hadn’t even dreamed of
before.

I squirmed in my seat, feeling a
distinct dampness between my legs. I put it down to a combination
of my boyfriend letting me down and how the narrator was moaning
out her orgasmic dialogue in the audio book. There was no two ways
about it, I was horny. I couldn’t wait to get home and masturbate,
away from the prying eyes of Mr Warren.

I’d lost my virginity to my
boyfriend only a few weeks previous and we were still exploring our
way around each other’s bodies. Our first time was really clumsy
but it was getting better, I was so happy to be fumbling around and
learning about sex with him. The thought of my boyfriend only
turned me on more, I was getting desperate for the car journey to
end. I snapped out of my daydreams when Mr Warren took an
unexpected turn down a dark alley and pulled over.

“What are you doing, Mr
Warren?”

“I just wanted to show you
something, Sara. I think you’ll find it pretty interesting.”

He reached forward and turned
the volume knob down until the narrator’s voice could only just be
heard but no words could be made out. Twisting around he grabbed
something out of the pocket on the back of my seat, which turned
out to be a tablet PC of some kind.

“Have a look at this,” he said,
pressing a few icons on the screen.

A video began to play, I
recognised it at once as Mr and Mrs Warren’s bedroom. I think my
heart may have even stopped beating for a while when I saw who
walked into frame. It was me, I recognised the shirt and skirt I’d
worn the previous week when I babysat for the man in the driver’s
seat. I also knew what was about to happen.

In the video I looked around the
room as if making sure the coast was clear, obviously missing
wherever Mr Warren had hidden the camera, and made for the chest of
drawers. It was clear from my actions that I knew what I was doing,
I fished around in the third drawer from the top and brought out a
small metal box. Opening the box I pulled out a wad of cash,
counted some off, took it and replaced the money in the box before
returning the whole thing to the drawer and leaving the room. When
I turned around my face was clearly visible for a moment.

Tears welled up in my eyes, how
could I have been so stupid to think they wouldn’t miss a few
hundred dollars? I was saving up for a car of my own and
babysitting money was taking forever, now I didn’t even want to
think about what the penalty would be for something like this…
could I even go to jail?

“Please…”

Mr Warren didn’t let me get any
further than that, holding his hand up to silence me.

“Let’s cut to the chase, Sara.
With what I have here AND the other surveillance videos I have back
home, you’d be looking at about a year behind bars. I’m a lawyer,
as you know, so trust me on that.”

I gulped… what else had he seen?
I thought back over the past months babysitting for the Warrens and
began to shake. A year? With something like that on my record, my
life would be ruined… no going to college with my boyfriend, no
decent jobs for the rest of my life, problems with credit so I
could never buy a house to raise a family in. I saw my whole future
being torn to shreds and began to cry as Mr Warren continued.

“Just around the corner from
here is the police station, and just around the other corner is the
way to your house. It’s going to be up to you which way we go.”

“My house, please Mr…”


No, it’s
not
that
simple, Sara. I am willing to let this slide because you
have something I want. If you give it to me then we can call it
even and these videos get destroyed.”

“What… do you want?” I asked,
already knowing the answer.

“I just want to touch your body
a bit, Sara, you’re such a sexy little girl.”

“That’s… that’s it?” I
asked.

“Yep, that’s it. Easy
decision?”

“Well…”

“Think of your future,
Sara.”

“I guess, Mr Warren… you can
touch me…”

I braced myself, hardly
believing the choice that had been offered me. If you had asked me
a few months ago whether there was any possible situation where I’d
give the go ahead for a middle-aged man, even one in as good shape
as Mr Warren was, to feel my firm teen body I’d have said you were
crazy. Yet there I was in just such a man’s car, dressed
essentially like a sexy little schoolgirl, waiting for him to grope
me.

“Take off that seatbelt, it will
only get in the way now,” he said, putting the tablet PC back in
the pocket and turning off the car.

I did as he asked and sat very
still with my head turned towards the window and my legs clamped
shut, hoping it would all be over soon. I heard him undo his own
seatbelt and shortly afterwards I felt his fingertips touch my
thighs and delicately trace upwards under my skirt. I redoubled my
efforts at squeezing my legs shut, there was no way I’d let him get
between them. No way.

He didn’t force the issue at
that stage though, instead he reached all the way up my skirt until
he touched my panties and rubbed back and forth across the little
picture of a teddy bear holding a love heart that I knew was there.
The soft cotton material of my underwear rubbed across my freshly
shaved pubic area, I’d planned that little surprise for my
boyfriend but now the first man to feel my bald mound was Mr
Warren.

I squeezed my eyes shut as he
inhaled and hooked a finger over the elastic of my panties and
rubbed the smooth area with his fingers as if trying to confirm
what he had suspected he felt through my underwear. I still had my
legs tightly shut so he couldn’t feel too low.

“Are you completely shaved?” he
asked.

I nodded, still not looking at
him as he continued to explore the area where my pubic hair had
formerly been. After a while he extracted his hand from under my
skirt and I felt him place it back on my lap, his nimble fingers
now finding their way under the bottom of my shirt. My hands almost
moved without thinking, reaching to my lap to push him away, but I
forced myself to think about my future and with great effort
returned them to my sides, letting Mr Warren do whatever he
wanted.

I turned my head from the window
to look at him for a second, his mouth was parted slightly and he
was looking at my body as if it was food and he would eat me all
up. I turned back to the window, almost scared by that look as I
felt his fingertips make contact with my bare skin again, this time
on my flat and firm tummy. His touch was so light, slow and
appreciative that it was difficult to reconcile it with the obvious
lust on his face.

His fingers traced a slow and
lazy circle around my belly button and then continued upwards, as I
knew they would, towards my small chest. He squeezed first one
breast and then the other through my bra. My tits were sensitive
and I often experienced a dull ache in them. My mother called it
‘growing pains’ when I asked and she said she had been a late
bloomer just like me, also not really getting any boobs until she
was eighteen. She sported a fine pair of c-cups now, I hoped I
would be the same.

The next thing I knew, his
fingers had snaked around the top of a cup and pulled it downwards,
exposing a nipple to his fingers, and he pinched it gently. Still,
being extremely sensitive, the combined pain and pleasure jolted me
and this time my hands really did push his arm away. My nipple was
pulled outwards momentarily until it escaped his fingers and I
gasped at the unexpected extra tug.

“No Mr Warren! Over the
underwear only… those are only for my boyfriend.”

“Do you love him?”

“What?”

“Your boyfriend, do you love
him?”

“Yes!”

“Then I suppose you’d probably
like to feel his hands on you again, rather than pushing your tits
up against the glass when he visits you in prison?”

“Mr Warren, please!”


I
say when enough is enough, not
you Sara, do you understand?”

“I… yes, Mr Warren.”

“Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Tell me I can do whatever I
want.”

“You… you can do whatever you
want.”

“With what?”

“With… uh… with my body. You can
do whatever you want with my body.”

“That’s a good little slut.”

I opened my mouth in protest, I
wasn’t a slut, I was a good girl! I closed it again when I realised
how ludicrous that would sound under the circumstances. I was
giving an older man free access to grope me because I’d been caught
stealing money from him. I was ashamed of myself, maybe I was a
slut after all.

I blushed when his fingers
returned to my uncovered nipple and he began rolling it between his
finger and thumb. My body betrayed me and the nipple hardened under
his manipulations, confirming the fact that what he was doing was
turning me on. Dammit! The combination of that sexy audiobook, the
pent up sexual frustration of my boyfriend cancelling our date and
Mr Warren’s skilled fingers was making me positively wet, I could
feel my panties dampening between my legs.

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