Anonymous said: Hi JJ! I'm a new follower. I originally found you on [website name removed], and then I found your website. I've read quite a few stories, and I'm excited to request a story! Can you write a story about a babysitter that fucks the dad behind the mom's back? Thank you so much, JJ!
Jennifer Johnson said: I haven't done a babysitter one in a while! I can't wait to write this one! Thank you for your support. It is greatly appreciated.
Babysitter Porn
College was a tough time for me financially. I worked at The Chicken Shack, slinging fried chicken when I first met Nick Shelby. He became a regular there, showing up almost every day that I was working. I was single, and I noted the ring on Mr. Shelby's left hand that indicated he was married. I wasn't into being the other woman, so I quickly banished any sexual thoughts about him and kept my interactions with him highly professional.
I was shocked when Mr. Shelby offered me a job babysitting his kid after school. I wasn't exactly the babysitter type, which was why it was so weird. He offered me a hefty amount of money that made leaving The Chicken Shack a no-brainer. It was so much that I could hardly say no, even though I suspected ulterior motives were spurring him to action. I could tell he had a thing for me. I caught him staring at my tits all the time, more than most men typically do. He always had a big smile on his face when he talked to me, and he laughed at all of my bad jokes. I knew it was stupid of me to take the position with him falling all over himself for me like that, but I needed the money.
I knew that my first day on the job would be difficult given my lack of experience in the babysitting department. Nick did his best to show me everything I needed to know, and he was a delight to be around. Despite his apparent sexual interest in me, I found myself liking him more with each passing day. He took me and his son Walker on his errands each day during my training period. I learned where he shopped for groceries, which post office he wanted me to go to, and the particular liquor store that gave discounts on Blue Moon beer.
"What is Blue Moon, anyway?" I asked as we drove to the liquor store to pick up some beer for the upcoming weekend. It was his wife's favorite.
"It's delicious. It's supposed to be served with a wedge of orange in it, but the bars never do that anymore. Put oranges on the grocery list," he prompted me. "Oh, and put on some music for Walker."
"Yes, sir," I said obediently. I made sure my phone was connected to his car's control center so I could turn on some age-appropriate music for Walker. Being a babysitter had turned out to be pretty fun, I realized.
"Call me Nick," Mr. Shelby said as I addressed him by his surname.
"Fine. Nick, it is."
After two weeks, I was starting to wonder if Nick was actually married. I had never met his wife, and she was never around when I was there. I stayed until almost ten o'clock every night, and I still hadn't crossed paths with her. I made a point to ask Nick about it the next day, sharing my observations.
"Nancy? Oh, she's never around. She just got a promotion at her firm, and she's been extra busy making the transition. That's why we need a sitter so badly. I need some time after work to keep things organized around here. Plus, Walker could really use a strong female caretaker," Nick explained. Walker was a precocious five-year-old who had just started first grade. He was a cute kid with sandy, blonde hair and a smattering of freckles covering the bridge of his nose. I had grown attached to him already, and I could understand why. Walker did need me, and I knew that I was filling a gap his mother left.
"That's too bad for Walker," I said sympathetically.
"Yeah, it's bad for me too, to be honest. I feel like I'm single sometimes..." Nick's eyes met mine, and that's when I knew that he had offered me the job because he wanted to fuck me. I was determined not to fuck him, mostly because I needed the job and the money, and didn't want to do anything to jeopardize that.
"Well, marriage can be challenging at times," I reminded him before turning on my heel to walk back toward the living room where Walker was watching a program on TV. I sat next to him, trying my best to ignore Nick. I had been there about three weeks at that point, and it was getting harder to fight off Nick's advances.
"At least I have you!" Nick called after me, following me into the living room and sitting on the couch. I could feel his eyes on me as I tried to protect myself by putting Walker between Nick and me. Something had changed in Nick, something I could feel in our interactions. He wasn't being as lovely or polite anymore, and his advances were getting more brazen by the day. I knew that I would have to quit and find a new job, but I didn't want to. This job was easy, and Nick paid me in cash at the end of every week. It was perfect for a college student like myself.
That night, after I put Walker to bed, I met Nancy for the first time. She was Walker's mother and Nick's wife, but she didn't seem to fit with them very well. She was kind to me when we were introduced, and she didn't even seem concerned or jealous that a pretty college girl was working in her home with her very horny husband. She seemed oblivious to the fact that Nick was into me, and I was shocked at how she brushed off both Nick and Walker, retreating to her room to take a bath.
"I guess I should go," I said quietly. I now realized why Nick was acting the way that he was. He was being neglected by his wife. I felt a pang of sorrow for him, maybe even a bit of pity, but I knew it wasn't my responsibility to fix him or the situation. I was simply an employee, and I planned to do my job and collect my pay.
"Sure. I'll walk you out to your car."
"Oh, no need. I'll manage."
"I insist!" Nick argued. He even insisted on carrying one of my bags to the car for me, placing it carefully in the trunk.
"Well, goodnight," I said, stepping away from him so that he wouldn't try to hug me.
"Goodnight," he said politely. "And thank you for being here for Walker. It really means a lot."
"You're welcome. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon," I said dutifully before getting in my car. I tried to start it, but nothing happened. "Fuck!" I screamed. I tried again, but it was clear that my car wouldn't start.
Nick was still standing in the driveway, watching me struggle. He came to my rescue, opening the passenger door and getting in to try and help me get the car started. He gave me instructions, and I followed them, but the car was dead.
"I can have it towed to the shop in the morning. Why don't you let me give you a ride home, or you could stay here?" Nick's hopeful eyes drew me in, but I wasn't about to give in to him.
"I'll take a ride home, I guess." I collected my bags from the trunk and transferred them to Nick's car before getting into the passenger seat. Nick smiled as he backed out of the driveway and headed to my apartment building.
A strange sound came from the car speakers as we hit the street. At first, I couldn't tell what I was listening to, but I reached over to the knob to turn it up. Sounds of extremely loud, extremely hardcore sex blared from the speakers. As my brain pieced together what was happening, I could feel the sting of embarrassment flushing my cheeks. I looked down at my phone, and to my horror, I saw that somehow my phone was playing a porn video I had watched the night before. The worst part was, I couldn't figure out how to stop it.
I quickly turned down the volume on the car stereo, but the damage was already done.
"Was that porn on your phone?" Nick asked, confused by the situation. "Are you trying to tell me something?"
