Babysitter Elli Mae’s Dirty Country Night of Teasing and Ass Play
I’m just a little country hick babysitter who never planned on getting that wet for the man whose brats I was watching… but the second I walked out in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a tiny pair of panties, I knew exactly what kind of night it was gonna be.
The house was quiet. Brats were finally asleep upstairs. He was sitting on that big leather couch looking tired and stressed after a long day. I padded in barefoot, the soft cotton of my shirt barely covering the curve of my ass, the thin white panties already a little damp between my thighs. I could feel his eyes on me the second I bent over to pick up a toy from the floor. That t-shirt rode up and gave him a clear view of how the fabric clung to my round country-girl cheeks.
“Everything okay, Elli Mae?” he asked, voice a little rough. I straightened up slow, let the shirt fall just enough to tease, and smiled that sweet, innocent babysitter smile. “Just makin’ sure everything’s tidy, sir.” I said it soft, southern, and pure… while my fingers casually brushed the hem of my panties, tugging them a little higher so the soft fabric disappeared between my cheeks.
He swallowed hard. I climbed onto the couch next to him, tucking my legs under me so the shirt rode up again. My bare thigh brushed his. I could smell the soap on his skin mixed with whatever stress he’d brought home. My voice dropped lower. “You look like you need to relax. Want me to help with that?”
His hand landed on my knee. I didn’t pull away. I leaned in closer, letting the soft weight of my tits press against his arm through the thin shirt. No bra. Just warm country girl flesh and hard little nipples. I felt him get hard against the side of my thigh and I grinned.
“Babysitter’s got rules,” I whispered, “but tonight I’m breakin’ every single one.” I swung a leg over his lap and sat right down on that thick cock straining in his pants. The only thing between us was my soaked panties and his zipper. I rolled my hips slow, grinding the wet cotton against him while I pulled the t-shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. Bare tits, hard nipples, and that little country-hick smile.
He grabbed my ass hard. I moaned into his mouth when he kissed me, messy and hungry. My hands worked his belt open, freed that heavy cock, and stroked it while I kept grinding. The head of his dick nudged the soaked crotch of my panties. I tugged the fabric to the side and sank down, taking him all the way in one slow, filthy slide. Fuck, he filled me so good.
I rode him like the dirty little babysitter I was, tits bouncing, country accent slipping out in every moan. “Goddamn, you feel so big inside me… stretchin’ this tight babysitter pussy…” He spanked my ass and I clenched around him. Then his fingers slid between my cheeks, found my tight little hole, and started teasing. I gasped.
“You like that, Elli Mae?” he growled. I nodded hard, bouncing faster. “Yes… play with my ass while you fuck me… please…” One thick finger pushed inside my tight hole while his cock pounded up into me. The stretch burned so good. I came hard, shaking, soaking his cock and the couch beneath us.
He flipped me over, bent me over the arm of the couch, and slammed back into my dripping cunt. Two fingers worked my ass open while he fucked me deep. I was moaning loud enough I almost forgot the brats were upstairs. “Harder… use my ass too…” He pulled out, spit on my hole, and pushed the head of his cock against it. I pushed back, taking him inch by filthy inch until that thick shaft was buried in my ass.
Ass play with the man I was babysitting for. My face pressed into the leather, t-shirt and panties long gone, country-hick body getting used like a dirty little toy. He fucked my ass deep and steady, one hand reaching under to rub my clit. I came again, clenching around his cock, and he followed, flooding my tight hole with thick, hot cum.
We stayed like that for a minute, him still buried in my ass, both of us breathing hard. I looked back over my shoulder with that same sweet smile. “Guess this babysitter needs a raise… or at least a good phone sex session so I can tell you every filthy detail again.”
If you want to hear more about how this little country hick babysitter takes it in every hole, how I moan when fingers and cocks stretch my ass, or how I talk dirty while I touch myself thinking about nights like that… call me. I’ll be waiting, panties already pushed to the side, ready to give you the hottest phone sex you’ve ever had.