Erotic Babysitters Club Vol. I

Erotic Babysitters Club Vol 1
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A collection of TEN erotic babysitting stories ready to turn you on and turn you up! This eBook contains the following stories:

1. Friday Frisky Fun
2. Wake up Ashley
3. Mrs. Cannon’s Daughter
4. Come In, Jill
5. Sneaky in Samui
6. Bianca Plays at Work
7. The Boss and I
8. My Nancy
9. Yin and Yang
10. The Knot and a Not

***BONUS***
11. A Taste for Pain

1. Friday Frisky Fun
Tina was bored. No, scratch that. Tina was very bored.

It was a Friday night, and Tina was babysitting Connor, her next-door neighbor’s five-year-old kid. For some reason, Connor was already exhausted when Tina walked through the door. Mrs. Smith, Connor’s mom, told Tina that she had signed Connor up for swimming lessons at the club. The first swimming session had drained Connor’s energy, and by the time Tina arrived and Mrs. Smith was ready to go, the boy had been more than willing to jump into bed right away.

Tina liked Connor and enjoyed his company. The kid was super active, yes, but he was also polite, friendly, and sweet, especially when Tina brought her art supplies over sometimes. Tina, twenty-one years old, was an art major. Connor loved art, and it was this common love for the craft that made Tina and Connor hit off so well.

Tina grabbed the remote and flipped through one channel to another. It may be a Friday night, but she and her friends usually go out on Saturdays to make way for Tina’s babysitting gig. On most Fridays, Tina and Connor would be sprawled on the living room floor making drawings and paintings, but Tina knew this was not most Fridays. She wished she could wake Connor up and convince him to do some art or something, but of course she couldn’t do that.

Her thoughts were broken when a pair of headlights suddenly washed the driveway. Curious, Tina stood up and looked out the window. Mr. Smith, Connor’s father, wasn’t supposed to be home until ten o’clock in the evening or so (it was only seven o’clock), yet there he was, stepping out of the family’s ink-black SUV. Robert Smith (not that Tina ever called him that) was dressed in a white button-down shirt, blue well-fitting jeans, and red sneakers.

2. Wake up Ashley
Ashley is a strawberry blonde girl with flirty brown eyes. She had been working as a babysitter every summer since she entered high school. The whole experience is a lot of fun for her as there are always new people to meet and nice kids she can get acquainted with. Many of the parents she met loved her easy going nature and the fact that kids seem to really like being with her.

“Morning Ash.”, said James as she passed by her at the kitchen.

“Morning.” James is Trish’s older brother. He’s a student at the University and is here on vacation. She blushed as he greeted her. It annoys her that she can be very casual with the rest of this household but not with James. He is breathtakingly handsome and the girls in the neighborhood are fighting for her attention. He is also very tall, and the fact that Ash is petite makes her feel vulnerable whenever he is around. She was staring and wanted to kick herself for not being able to control her reactions towards him.

“Good morning Ash. Come join us for breakfast.” That’s Mrs. Jones, the charming mother of James and Trish. Looking at her, you would marvel at how she raised her kids as a single mom. She’s a beautiful woman with a Southern accent. She’s in her late 30’s but could easily pass as twenty-ish mom. She’s a great cook and on this particular Saturday morning, the breakfast table is filled with warm bagels, croissants, Spanish omelet, sausages, and bacon. There’s also a delicious baking smell coming from the oven—–smells like yummy brownies.

Trish, her subject, is 5. She’s a mini version of Goldilocks, with curly hair like gold spun lace and blue eyes that smile all the time, except when she’s hungry. “Hi Ash. Let’s go for a swim later. Okay?”

3. Mrs. Cannon’s Daughter
Carrie can’t wait to kick off her babysitting job at the Cannons. The pay was good—no, good was an understatement. The pay was generous, and Mrs. Cannon sounded really nice over the phone. For Carrie, a person can’t have too much of a good thing. In babysitting, it was either the pay was great but the people were awful, or the people were great but the pay sucked big time. The forces of the universe seemed to nod in her favor this time, and she was thrilled to be getting the best of both worlds in her babysitting.

She turned at the corner and came to the sight of a bright-red door, just as Mrs. Cannon said she would. Carrie went toward the house with a slight spring in her step. She looked up and glanced all around her. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and she was going to her great-paying babysitting job. Oh, this was the life!

Carrie rang the bell. A second later, the door swung open and out stepped a severe-looking woman whom Carrie supposed was Mrs. Cannon. This she knew from their conversation on the phone.

“When people see me the first time, they automatically think I’m ready to bite their heads off,” Mrs. Cannon had said with a chuckle. “Just to warn you, Carrie, I look scary, but looks can only go so far. Don’t worry, I won’t be in a biting mood when you come over.” She chuckled again.

“Um, Mrs. Cannon?” Carrie said tentatively. She remembered all too well the conversation they had on the phone.

The woman standing outside the bright-red door had jet-black hair, pale blue eyes, and green-rimmed glasses. Her forehead was clear and her mouth relaxed, but there was something in her that hinted of severity and a fierce nature. Even with the sun shining brightly outside, Carrie had to admit she felt like the woman could bite her head off whenever she wished to do so.

4. Come In, Jill
Working at the Whale’s residence is something Jill always looks forward to. Mr. and Mrs. Whales are simply very good and heartwarming people. Plus, the house is gorgeous. It is a ten-room mansion, with its own infinity pool, a lush garden, and a well-manicured lawn. Their son, Malik is 7 and is pretty much an adult with a world of his own. He is often on the attic or his room, but his extremely adorable once on the mood.

Mrs. Whales—Gladys, as she wants to be addressed is a svelte woman in her mid-thirties. She’s always dressed elegantly and her hands glitter with enough diamonds that can blind someone if they stare too long. From time to time, Jill would sneak in her closet just to see her collection of stilettos and perfumes. She’s beautiful and filthy rich. She’s often away on business trips as she is in-charge of their chain of restaurants all over the country.

Mr. Whales—-Pierre, is someone who could be mistaken as a Hollywood actor with his brown hair and stormy grey eyes that seem distant and aloof, but mellows down to a peaceful deep blue shade when he’s in good mood. Jill never saw much of Mr. Whales during her first few weeks working for the family. He’s been on a Caribbean cruise and had just returned, looking all tanned and god-like.

This particular Friday afternoon, she was all by herself at the living room when Mr. Whales arrived. Malik is still at school and will arrive in half an hour. She went early because class was dismissed an hour ahead and she had nowhere to go anyway. She was watching some chick flick when Mr. Whales handed her something. It was a beautifully wrapped package done in pink, with fine silver strings tied as ribbons. “Open it. A little something, for taking good care of Malik. He can be very unpredictable but he seems to like you a lot.”

5. Sneaky in Samui
The phone rang one Friday evening and Mrs. Jigs picked it up wearily. It was the 3rd time the phone rang in like 15 minutes. “Hello.” She said in her usual charming tone. Her expression changed from weariness to excitement in a flash. I looked at her from where I was sitting, wondering who the caller was. She sat there—-all prim and proper, her hands doing most of the talking. I went back to reading my magazine. Probably some friend, I thought.

She put down the phone and announced excitedly. “We are all going to Koh Samui for a week!” She was beaming with excitement. “My brother called and he invited us to stay at his villa.” She looked at me then. “Yes, including you dear. So better pack your bags. We’ll be leaving this Sunday.” I looked back with a big grin on my face. Tania is going to have a blissful week in Thailand! Well, that’s me—-I’m Tania.

My employer, Maria Jigs is a single mom who happens to be engaged to a certain Tom. I’ve met him once but just briefly since I don’t want my boss to think that I am showing particular interest to her fiancé. Her daughter France is a delightful blondie with a cute smile. I like her a lot, expect when she pulls her pranks on me like dotting myself with baby powder when I fall asleep or adding peanut butter to my coffee. Yeah—she can be handful sometimes but she’s real cute.

The entire trip has been pleasant, with lots of sightseeing on the way to the villa. I have always known that Koh Samui is a lush paradise, but nothing could have prepared me for the beauty of the place. We stayed at the Manyan Tree, where Mrs. Jigs’ brother’s villa was. There were four of us—-Mrs. Jigs (Leanne), Tom, France, and I. Arthur, Leanne’s brother, and her wife Anne, greeted us warmly as we arrived. Arthur looked like the ultra-hot version of Leanne. He’s about 6 feet tall, with a caramel complexion, and almond eyes. His wife Anne is half Japanese and very petite—like a dainty doll. Her flawless skin is amazing, while her eyes seem to smile all the time.

6. Bianca Plays at Work
Bianca hurriedly made her way to the Pages’ two-story house. Her long brown hair flew behind her as she practically ran all eight blocks to her destination. She thanked her lucky stars she didn’t have any classes for the afternoon. Her English teacher, Ms. Greene, had cancelled at the last minute as she was nursing a cold and feeling under the weather. Not that Bianca was glad Ms. Greene had the cold, of course. Ms. Greene happened to be Bianca’s favorite teacher. English was Bianca’s only class every Friday afternoon, and having no English class meant she didn’t have to bring her backpack with her in her babysitting job. Bianca, sweating and breathing heavily, having no backpack with her meant she could make it to the Pages more quickly.

“Hurry up, Bianca, hurry up,” Bianca told herself as she rounded the next corner and almost sprinted the last block to the Pages. She had been babysitting Jana Pages for more than two months now. The babysitting job was something Bianca thanked for every night. She was grateful to have found a job that not only had the most amazing people around but also paid very well. No surprise, considering Jack and Erin Pages, Kathleen’s parents, owned a string of businesses all over the state, with several branches starting to operate in other states as well. Successful as they may be, the Pages were one of the most humble and down-to-earth people Bianca knew. The family invited her to events and parties, and Bianca always had a great time in them.

7. The Boss and I
When I came to, the boss was on top of me. He was sweating, grunting, and breathing in short, sharp bursts. His dark hair, already thinning at the top, was matted with sweat and sticking to his bulging forehead. He was in his late forties, and he had long abandoned taking care of himself in the last decade. His belly bounced along as his hips made thrusting motions. It made an ugly sight. The sight of his disgusting gut bouncing along to his motions brought a fresh wave of loathing in me. But beneath the loathing, there was also pity. He was getting older, yet his daughter was still so young.

He had married quite early, but his wife had conceived very late. They were overjoyed when their daughter came into the world, but fate can be terribly cruel. Their daughter, Isabella, was only three years old when the boss’s wife had a fatal heart attack. Since then, he had been raising Isabella on his own. The tragedy happened five years ago. Isabella, now eight years old, had grown as a sweet, cheerful child. I know this because we’re next-door neighbors and I babysit her regularly. Yes, the boss and I live next door to each other, but it wasn’t until I was twenty-one when he started to hit on me and we began this so-called sexual affair.

The boss may be round and bulging, but he wasn’t bad looking. His face, just like his brown eyes, was clear and smooth. He had large yet surprisingly gentle hands. His cock wasn’t the biggest I saw, but it was one of the fattest, and it fit perfectly inside me. The boss sometimes made me do crazy acts in bed, but he never hurt me. He always made sure I was okay and comfortable with something before he made me do it. I don’t love the boss. I don’t think I’ll ever love him. But in his own twisted way, he was a kind man. He’s all I have for now, and that is good enough for me.

8. My Nancy
I’m Keith. For several weeks, I have been fantasizing about my brother Peter’s babysitter. Her name is Nancy Walters. She’s been with us for almost a few months already. I never really noticed her at first because she’s the quiet type and she’s wearing a pair of thick milk glasses. Her hair was usually caught in a tight bun and she was always wearing baggy clothes. Truth be told, her style was not totally my type. All I know was that, she has this huge lips and a slight under bite which I find really irresistible.

It was only a weeks ago when we saw her transform. She has a new boyfriend, she said. Since then, she dressed a lot better and cooler. Her hair was no longer in a bun, in fact she grew it longer and changed her hair color from brown to chestnut. She no longer wears her thick glasses. Instead, she opted for contact lenses that reveal her eyes. Plus, she no longer wears baggy clothes anymore.

It was the first time I saw her look so good and since then, I was not able to get her off my mind. Perhaps her best feature next to her lips is her ass that I long to get a handful of. I have dated plenty of girls in the past. However, I find them all too easy. Nancy is different. In fact, she does not pay me any attention. Maybe that’s why I am so attracted to her. She’s a challenge. She can be feisty and has a temper too, at least when it comes to me. When it comes to my mom or my brother, she’s very amicable and sweet. I wonder why she hates me a lot.

9. Yin and Yang
My best friend Kat has a really cutesy baby sister named Bunny. Kat and I grew up together as we used to be neighbors. They moved to a new place a few blocks away, so technically we still live quite close to each other. She has an older brother as well—-Flynn. However, he was like 8 years older than Kat and I so I never really bothered with him. I knew both her parents. Mr. and Mrs. Gray are like second parents to me.

Bunny is a five year old girl who takes after her mom. She has golden curls, brown eyes, and ultra-long lashes. I love playing with her as she’s smart and she picks up things quite easily. She has the same temperament as Kat, maybe that’s why we easily get along.

Bunny’s babysitter caught the flu bug and she won’t be able to look after her subject so Kat asked me if I’d be willing to look after her sister. She wanted to do so herself but she’s busy with a series of job interviews.

It was Kat’s brother who opened the door for me. It’s very rare that I see him here as he is based in Nova Scotia. Well, the weather there must be really good as his skin looks very vital and he seems to be brimming with energy. “Marge! Long time no see, pal! What brought you here?”

“Kat called. She said Jay won’t be able to make it. She’s pretty contagious.” I cleared my throat. “Where are the other Grays?” I asked.

He smiled then. “Kat didn’t tell you? They are on a cruise—Caribs this time.”

I laughed. “Third honeymoon, perhaps?”

“Who knows? Well, come in. Bunny is in her room. You know the way.”

10. The Knot and a Not
Babysitters are a sore spot for me. I have two kids who need somebody to look after them when my husband and I are away. I have had three babysitters in the best and all of them were great. However, after hearing my friends’ stories about how their husbands are having a “party” with the babysitter whenever they are not home, I started feeling vicariously traumatized. I recently told my husband that JUST to be on the safe side, I think we are better off having a male baby sitter. Anyway, my kids are two boys—-Trance and Ken.

My husband never argued with me about the matter. He is very understanding when it comes to most cases and for that, I am immensely grateful. After that conversation, we started placing ads for a male nanny. He was the one who conducted the interview since I was busy. What started out as 15 applicants boiled down to 1—-Matt Edwards.

My husband said that he chose him because he seems really nice, has great experience, and he seems “kid friendly”. I trust my husband’s judgment on most things so I didn’t dig deeper about the nanny. As long as he does the job really well and that he treats my boys nicely, then we’re fine.

I was getting dressed for work when the doorbell rang. My husband left a few minutes ago. Thinking he must have left something, I didn’t bother with a robe. I was wearing a rose colored chemise with no bra and my underwear. I opened the door and instead of my husband, it was a very handsome young man who stood there.

“Yes?”

“Good morning. You must be Mrs. Cay. I’m Matt Edwards.”

***BONUS***
11. A Taste for Pain

Aha! Kay Reid sat up straighter in her chair as she heard the floorboards on the stairway creaking. Someone was obviously sneaking downstairs. Experience told her they’d be making their surreptitious way towards the kitchen, a kitchen which was out of bounds to everyone except the chef. For days now he’d been complaining that food was going missing. She’d been right to stay awake and on guard.

Leisurely, Kay stretched out her tennis-toned arms then tiptoed towards her bedroom door, the mirror showing her five-foot-eight frame in her favorite khaki shirt and matching army surplus trousers. Heart starting to beat harder, she flexed her firm, right spanking palm. As owner of Trim Camp, she’d found that keeping discipline sometimes involved more than an inspirational lecture. A sly slap to the back of some eighteen-year-old’s thighs was usually enough to take the overeater’s mind away from pasta. A shaming spank to a jean-clad rump usually shocked a young woman into more sensible snacking, the option being going to college in the Fall still looking fat.

Kay was there to see that they got slim. That’s why they’d enrolled at Trim Camp, paid thousands of dollars to live on this campus near Los Angeles. Kay talked to them, watched over them and weighed them, was the British slimming leader who’d gotten first class results here in the States.

And would continue to do so. Kicking open the kitchen door and turning on the light in one coordinated move, she inhaled hard and got ready to shout at her failing teenage slimmer. Felt her mouth slacken as she saw who the culprit was. “Lynette!” Lynette, a fellow Brit, was her recently-appointed Junior Diet Lecturer. She’d already ticked the girl off for weighing more than she should have on Weigh-In Day.

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File Size: 937 KB
Print Length: 313 pages
Fortmat: ePub
Features: Flowing text
Language: English

Price(USD): $9.99

Erotic Babysitters Club Vol. I