Not long ago, I was the slutty neighborhood babysitter every dad talked about...

This was not long ago, I have since moved on to better ways to make money. But for quite some, I was a babysitter in a small town. Most of my clients came by word of mouth, and this is basically how it happened...

My curves and soft waves of hair have captivated many men, from their twenties to their forties. It was no wonder that I was in such high demand as a babysitter. I was good at what I did, and the moms loved me. However, it was the dads that couldn’t resist my full lips and seductive smile.

Word of my beauty (and sexscapades) seemed to spread all over the neighborhood... I noticed many of the dads began to look at me differently, as if they were fantasizing of what I could offer. My rates naturally went up because of this, LOL.

But I always had a special kind of power, one that I was not afraid to use. I found myself in many places with these men, letting them explore my body in their own special way.

One dad especially...this man in particular, we seemed to really connect on a raw, physical level.

One weekend his wife went on a trip with her sister.

He invited me over that Friday night and I was soon lying on his bed, my head spinning from the drinks he had bought me. His hands were all over my body, exploring every curve and taking me to new heights. His lips were soft and tender as he kissed me passionately. I found myself wanting more, and before I knew it, I was moaning and screaming in pleasure as he went down on me... lapping my juices up like a lap dog.

We had sex in his bed, on his couch, in the garage, and even in his shower. We were like two bodies in one, exploring our sexuality in whatever way we pleased. I must admit, I was addicted to the pleasure I felt when I was with him. I loved how he would bend me over the kitchen table, hold my arms back, and have his way with me as he thrust himself inside me. Every thrust dizzied my head with pure pleasure.

I was his little secret. Nobody else could ever compare to what we had.

The other dads had the same idea in mind. I found myself in many places with them, and I never said no. My body was a playground, and I was never afraid to explore and enjoy the pleasure it could provide. I was the slutty babysitter that everyone in the neighborhood talked about, but I never felt guilty about it.

Every day I would go back to work as if it had never happened, but I couldn’t help but feel the heat of the dads’ gazes as I walked by. I was the sweet young goddess, and I knew it. I held the power to make them weak in the knees, and I used it to my advantage.

But it would only last for a while. Soon I moved to a different (much bigger) city and my fun was (temporarily) over.