Straight Female / 20
It Was Supposed To Be A Simple Job
I was browsing around looking for simple jobs...... and I came across one.
Sort of.
It was a babysitting job. The only requirements was that you had to be 18 and over and female. Okay... weird. I continued reading, but basically the son prefers female babysitters and that's why it was a strict requirement.
The pay was decent for a simple babysitting job and other then the weird requirement everything else seemed good. It wasn't located too far from me, but it was also in a good neighborhood. So I decided to take the job. I called up the job ad and was told specific details and of course I was asked my age which seemed fair.The babysitting job was supposed to be a regular thing, once a week unless there was something on.
So on my first time there the family seemed very nice, but apparently the parents had divorced and the father (the person who hired me) would spend one day off each week to spend with his friends hence the need for a baby sitter. Anyway, the job seemed really simple, I just had to watch over a 15 year-old and his friends who would sometimes come over and they did on my first day there.
Things were pretty chill, except I would get the occasional looks from him and his friends, and I could hear them talking about me. They were trying to be sneaky about it but it was pretty obvious to me which I thought was kind of cute. I spent the day just doing things on my laptop, while keeping an eye out to make sure things were okay. Anyway, the first day ended pretty uneventful. The father came home around 11pm and paid me and then I left. I hate walking around at night alone but I thought I would just deal with it.
The next couple of weeks the son (and occasionally his friends) would try and chat me up and spending time with me. It was fun but it got weird sometimes. Every time I visited he would ask me if I had a boyfriend, and every time I would tell him no. Weird, but I just ignored it.
About a month later, the father came home an hour later than usual, and had obviously been drinking. It didn't really bother me as he paid me a little extra after having the usual quick chat. Just as I was about to put on my shoes to leave, he presented me with another offer.
$2000.
He said that he would pay me $2000 if I let him fuck me. Of course I was stunned at first. It was a lot of money, so after a brief consideration I accepted his offer. His son was already asleep, as I usually put him to bed at 10pm. So anyway, we moved into his bedroom and he fucked me. Hard. It was my first time being fucked so roughly, but I couldn't complain because of the amount of money he was going to pay me. Not that I was complaining, I enjoyed being fucked rough. He would fuck me from behind while grabbing my hair or wrists. It felt like he had fucked me for quite a long time.
After he was satisfied, I left with a sore pussy and $2000 richer.
The following week I thought things would be a little awkward, but the same thing would end up happening. Every week following that, I would be paid some extra pocket money for a little extra service. At this point, I started visiting him twice a week, one of which was in a hotel so we could be much more noisy without risking waking up his son, although I have to admit that I did enjoy the thrill of the risk. I told him that I enjoyed rough fucking and we have been trying out new things. I enjoy wearing cuffs and collars and I even let him call me names like slut and whore.
Every so often I would have "special night" where the father would come with his friends. He and he friends would end up gang banging me and it felt amazing. Just a bit of extra information for flavor. I'm 20, and the father and his friends are all around 48.
Sort of.
It was a babysitting job. The only requirements was that you had to be 18 and over and female. Okay... weird. I continued reading, but basically the son prefers female babysitters and that's why it was a strict requirement.
The pay was decent for a simple babysitting job and other then the weird requirement everything else seemed good. It wasn't located too far from me, but it was also in a good neighborhood. So I decided to take the job. I called up the job ad and was told specific details and of course I was asked my age which seemed fair.The babysitting job was supposed to be a regular thing, once a week unless there was something on.
So on my first time there the family seemed very nice, but apparently the parents had divorced and the father (the person who hired me) would spend one day off each week to spend with his friends hence the need for a baby sitter. Anyway, the job seemed really simple, I just had to watch over a 15 year-old and his friends who would sometimes come over and they did on my first day there.
Things were pretty chill, except I would get the occasional looks from him and his friends, and I could hear them talking about me. They were trying to be sneaky about it but it was pretty obvious to me which I thought was kind of cute. I spent the day just doing things on my laptop, while keeping an eye out to make sure things were okay. Anyway, the first day ended pretty uneventful. The father came home around 11pm and paid me and then I left. I hate walking around at night alone but I thought I would just deal with it.
The next couple of weeks the son (and occasionally his friends) would try and chat me up and spending time with me. It was fun but it got weird sometimes. Every time I visited he would ask me if I had a boyfriend, and every time I would tell him no. Weird, but I just ignored it.
About a month later, the father came home an hour later than usual, and had obviously been drinking. It didn't really bother me as he paid me a little extra after having the usual quick chat. Just as I was about to put on my shoes to leave, he presented me with another offer.
$2000.
He said that he would pay me $2000 if I let him fuck me. Of course I was stunned at first. It was a lot of money, so after a brief consideration I accepted his offer. His son was already asleep, as I usually put him to bed at 10pm. So anyway, we moved into his bedroom and he fucked me. Hard. It was my first time being fucked so roughly, but I couldn't complain because of the amount of money he was going to pay me. Not that I was complaining, I enjoyed being fucked rough. He would fuck me from behind while grabbing my hair or wrists. It felt like he had fucked me for quite a long time.
After he was satisfied, I left with a sore pussy and $2000 richer.
The following week I thought things would be a little awkward, but the same thing would end up happening. Every week following that, I would be paid some extra pocket money for a little extra service. At this point, I started visiting him twice a week, one of which was in a hotel so we could be much more noisy without risking waking up his son, although I have to admit that I did enjoy the thrill of the risk. I told him that I enjoyed rough fucking and we have been trying out new things. I enjoy wearing cuffs and collars and I even let him call me names like slut and whore.
Every so often I would have "special night" where the father would come with his friends. He and he friends would end up gang banging me and it felt amazing. Just a bit of extra information for flavor. I'm 20, and the father and his friends are all around 48.
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