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Tempted by the Sitter

Laura’s job babysitting for the Glasgows didn’t start out smoothly, but the twenty year old partygirl is starting to appreciate the work she never expected to want. She’s wild and free-spirited, but the man of the house makes her want to behave. A smile of his approval and affection still puts butterflies in her stomach after working for him for a month.

At first Mr. Glasgow doesn’t have a lot of patience for the irresponsible young woman he’s hired. But it isn’t long before her young charm and soft, inviting body are starting to bring back desires he hasn’t felt in years. When Laura loses track of time at a party and has to show up for work dressed in an outrageously revealing top and miniskirt, it’s the final straw for the man who always thought he had more self-control …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a young inexperienced babysitter, forbidden desires, unprotected first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

“So it’s the dad you like,” Nina guessed shrewdly.

Laura felt herself instantly turn red. “What? No, it’s not – I don’t!”

“Really?”

Laura fought to regain her composure. “He’s like a million years old and he’s married.”

“Older guys are sexy,” Nina said. “How old is he really.”

“I don’t know, forty, I guess.”

“That’s not old at all. Is he handsome?”

Laura struggled to think of a way to sound convincing. “Well, not … yeah, I guess he is.”

“What did you say his name was?” Sandy asked.

“Mr. Glasgow.”

Sandy pulled out her phone and had found a local article about him in less than thirty seconds. “Damn,” she said, holding up the accompanying picture.

“Jesus Christ!” Nina sucked in her breath. “No wonder his wife gets territorial. Look at that jaw line!”

Laura was now a deep red and would have liked to change the subject, but her friends were having none of it. She took a long drink of her margarita to hide her embarrassment.


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Craving the Sitter

Nineteen and about to start as a freshman at the state university, Sarah isn’t the little girl Mr. Collins used to know. The daughter of his old college friend has blossomed into a beautiful young woman, and he’s uncomfortable with how aware of that he is. He knows it’s perfectly normal for a young, curious teen to dress to catch a man’s eye, he just wishes that eye weren’t his.

Sarah loves babysitting for Mr. Collins. She gets to feel a part of the family of the man she’s always looked up to. But she’s noticed a distance growing between them. In her most secret thoughts, she wonders if he thinks about her the way she sometimes thinks about him, but the more provocatively she dresses, the less he seems to look at her.

But the innocent young woman doesn’t realize how close to the flame she’s flying, and the mature, well-hung older man is a lot more than Sarah’s bargained for. It seems only a matter of time before she pushes him beyond his limit. It won’t matter how wrong it is. All he wants is her, and he’ll give her everything she can take, faster and harder than she ever expected.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a young inexperienced babysitter, forbidden desires, unprotected first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

Grant Collins had had a long day, and it was well after ten o’clock when he pulled into the driveway of the big house on Wabash.

It was a lavish building – more space than they really needed, he sometimes thought. But since assuming CFO duties, the money came in so fast that it seemed a shame not to spend it on something his family could enjoy and take pride in. He was glad he had been able to find something so nice without going far from the old neighborhood.

It didn’t quite feel like home yet, but it would soon.

He saw the dark outline of a person move past one of the windows. He instantly felt his mood lift a bit, knowing that outline would be Sarah, relaxing after an evening of watching the kids. He’d never say as much, but she was as big a part as anything in his not wanting to transplant too far away. As much as he loved his boys, in a way he’d always think of her as just as much his daughter as they were his sons.

He’d been friends with her father since college, when Grant had been the young up-and-coming tailback that the veteran fullback had taken under his wing and shown the ropes.

Since those days, success hadn’t come as easily to his old friend, but Grant had to hand it to him: he’d raised a hell of a daughter. Sarah was an exceptionally sweet girl: warm, chipper, and helplessly cute. She always had a smile on her face, and it was impossible not to smile along with her.

Moving too far away to see her regularly would have been like estranging his own family. He was already smiling as he opened the door.

He stepped inside and felt his stomach clench. Sarah had looked up from her seat on the sofa in the living room beyond.

All the warm, innocent memories of her as a girl flew out of his head in an instant, replaced by a now all too familiar dread.

His little Sarah stood up and made her way down the hall. He’d tried to ignore the changes in her body over the past several years, but recently she seemed determined – intentionally or not – to make that impossible.

She was dressed in a tank top and very, very short shorts. Her toned, tan thighs rounded into the most perfect ass as they disappeared under the tightly stretched denim. The tank top was loose and thin, and it was painfully obvious that she was wearing no bra beneath it. Her young, perky breasts were nestled against her folded arms, and their soft shape and nipples were perfectly visible even in the imperfect light that spilled out into the foyer. Her blonde hair was teased and tucked back into a partial pony-tail.

She bounced slightly on the balls of her feet as she came over. “Hello, Mr. Collins,” she beamed.


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Punishing the Sitter

Sometimes Mr. Lincoln worries he’s too hard on the pretty young college student he hires to babysit his son. But he pays Lacey well and wants the best for his son, and when she messes up he makes sure she knows it.

Lacey doesn’t love being scolded, but she’s learned to look up to her handsome, wealthy boss. She wants to make him happy with her. But her new boyfriend is only off one night this week, and when he calls her to offer to drop by, she can only hold out for so long.

And when Mr. Lincoln walks in on the two of them getting hot and heavy in his own living room, he decides its time to show the horny young woman who’s really in charge … and he’s going to keep her boyfriend around to make sure she gets the message …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a young inexperienced babysitter, discipline and physical punishment, multiple partners, forbidden desires, unprotected first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

This was beyond humiliating. She closed her eyes, burying her face in her outstretched arms. She couldn’t bear to look at Clay. Why did this all have to be happening in front of him?

But Mr. Lincoln apparently wasn’t satisfied with how things were going.

“This isn’t quite getting the job done,” she heard him observe. “There’s too much padding.”

She gasped again as she felt his fingers tracing around beneath the waistline of her skirt. He found the clasp and opened it, and her skirt fell loosely down her thighs and fell at her ankles, leaving her totally and utterly naked.

“There,” he said. “That should get more to the meat of the matter.”

His hand came down again and the sharp sound was like a gunshot. She moaned in pain and blinked water from her eyes.

“Thank you, sir,” she managed to whimper after a moment.

“Yes, that was much better,” he said.

She stiffened as she felt him rest a hand on her ass. He felt her full, firm cheeks and traced the curve down to her thigh, exploring and evaluating his misbehaving young babysitter. She was intensely aware of her nakedness, with her reddened ass and bare pussy stuck out in her boss’s home.

“Well,” Mr. Lincoln murmured. “I see your boyfriend at least got you nice and wet before I interrupted the proceedings.”

She froze, her thighs clamped together and mortification stamped across her burning, hidden face. She couldn’t bear to respond.

“Or maybe you just really like being put in your place. Maybe you really like being told you’re a bad girl. Is that it, Lacey?”

She tried to lie. She mouthed the words, but no sound came out.


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Disciplining the Sitter

Mr. Aspen is used to being the one in charge, but ever since he sold the shares of his company for millions he’s lost his outlet of control. When he hires Sophia, the young, bubbly nineteen year old to look after his children in the evenings, he sees the danger immediately. He knows its wrong to want her, but her ripe body and charming innocence have already captured him in a way nothing has in a long time.

Sophia enjoys babysitting, and at first she’s simply eager to meet the high standards her handsome boss sets for her. But as his form of discipline takes a turn for the intense, his approval becomes all that matters.

It’s obvious he enjoys toying with her and she’d be happy to let him, if she weren’t so afraid of how much it turns her on …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a young inexperienced babysitter, discipline and physical punishment, forbidden desires, unprotected first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

He finished the pile. “Three wrinkles. It could have been worse.”

Her face flaming, Sophia stared in dismay at the three slightly wrinkled shirts he had extracted, and then slowly raised her eyes to meet his steady gaze.

“Yes, sir.”

“Your choice.”

She looked down at herself. She was wearing her favorite medium-length skirt with a soft cotton top and a low-cut sweater.

The first was easy. She pulled her sweater over her head and paused to neaten her hair before handing the garment over to him.

The second, too, could have been worse. She stepped out of her shoes and drew her winter panty-hose down her thighs and peeled them from her feet. As she started to hand them over, her fingers brushed the crotch and she was mortified to feel they were noticeably damp. She was so wet she had soaked through her panties. Why did he always affect her that way, and most of all during these little discipline sessions?

“Is there a problem?”

Her face burned almost impossibly red as she looked up at him. “Ah, no, sir. Sorry, sir.” She held out the pantyhose and he took them.

He watched her speculatively as she studied herself desperately to find a third item that would leave her respectably clothed.

It was a cold night. She couldn’t go home without shoes or a shirt. And she certainly couldn’t take off her skirt.

Resigning herself to the humiliation, she reached back and unsnapped her bra through the cloth of her top. She pulled her arms in and managed to work the straps around her elbows and extract the black silk push-up bra. It seemed like the single most humiliating way imaginable to reveal that she had been trying to dress up for him. She hadn’t even really been conscious of it herself, but now here it was, dangling from her hand.

“Thank you, Sophia,” he said, taking the bra and running his gaze unabashedly over her. His eyes lingered on her soft breasts, their naked shape unobscured by the thin cotton of her shirt. The room was cold and the feeling of her nakedness in front of him was undeniably affecting her. She could feel her nipples stiffening, becoming painfully obvious through the thin covering. She shifted a little, now not at all surprised that the pantyhose had been damp.


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Spanking the Sitter

Young, beautiful, and used to getting her way, Sandy assumes her new job watching Mr. Green’s kids will be a pretty effortless way to make a bit of money.

But when Mr. Green walks in on the chaos that she has allowed to take over his home, he decides the pretty young sitter he’s hired needs a bit more hands-on motivation. His methods change everything for the inexperienced young woman, and his strong discipline starts to dominate Sandy’s confused thoughts … and desires.

She lives in fear of the day he’ll find out his punishments turn her on, and what he’ll do when her secret is finally uncovered …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a young inexperienced babysitter, discipline and physical punishment, forbidden desires, unprotected first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

He stood up and came around behind her. His hand positioned her waist, pushing her ass further outwards and her torso down into a more humiliating posture. His touch was strong and authoritative against her trembling stomach.

“Lift your skirt up.”

Her face burned more hotly as she reached back and lifted the hem of her skirt up to her waist, exposing her panties.

She couldn’t stifle a gasp of chagrin as she felt his fingers hook into the waistline of the panties and pull them down her thighs, leaving her suddenly and mortifyingly uncovered. She stood there frozen, holding up her own skirt to expose herself for the man about to spank her.

As she felt the cool air of the room playing across her bare ass and pussy, she realized with a tremble that she was wet. Not just a little wet, but very wet.

Mr. Green’s hand ran lightly over the full, tight curve of her ass. His fingertips made her skin tingle as they passed over her, effortlessly and perhaps unintentionally communicating how thoroughly he had come to control her, mind and body.

“This will happen every time you are bad,” he said. “Every time you are lazy or apathetic to the job you were hired to do. You will be spanked. I will bring you into my kitchen and you will lift up your skirt for me and then I will punish you just like I am about to do now. I don’t care if my children hear you. They know what happens to rule breakers in this house. Do you understand?”

“Yes – yes, sir,” she said, her voice halfway between a whimper and a moan.

“Good. Count for me.”


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Wanting the Sitter

Jen was so young and trusting when she gave herself to the wrong guy only to be dumped for a girl from a rich family. She never knew she could feel so lost and vulnerable … or that the strength and comfort of a real man could make so many problems go away …

Mr. Beaumont has always had a bit of a soft-spot for the college student he’s paid to watch his kids since the divorce. She’s charming and attractive, but he’s always looked on her more as a daughter than as a woman. And yet, when he finds her in his home crying over another man, he starts to realize his feelings for her are more real and more possessive. He wants to comfort her and protect her … but more simply and undeniably, he wants her for himself.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a young inexperienced babysitter, forbidden desires, rough sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

He smiled a little to himself and brushed a lock of her hair from her forehead. “I wish you could see what I see,” he told her.

“What do you see?”

“I see a beautiful young woman who deserves to be treated so, so much better than she’s been treated. I see a girl who deserves a man smart enough to recognize how special she is and cherish her, who wants and desires everything about her.”

Her eyes were wet as she looked back at him. “You think so?”

She was leaning in towards him as she asked. He could smell the delicate scent of her body. Her thigh was soft against his knee as she bent towards him, looking at him with trust and yearning that he hadn’t seen directed at him in a long, long time. His hand was stroking her hair and he could feel its softness and the warmth of her neck and she was so very close.

He realized he had never really looked at her before. He had seen her, of course, but she seemed so young and carefree that it was as though she was a completely different type of person from himself. But no, she was very much human. She was very much a woman, and she was so breathtakingly beautiful in the dim light of the kitchen. The intensity of his sudden desire for her surprised him.


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Drilling the Sitter

John Fitzpatrick seems like a man with everything he could possibly want: wealth, success, good looks, a beautiful home, and a family. But six months ago he hired Maya, a student at the local college, to babysit for his kids, and now the unflappable man can’t get her out of his head.

Maya loves working for Mr. Fitzpatrick, as much for the thrill of being around him as for his generosity. She won’t let herself hope for anything more, but sometimes she can’t help but fantasize just a little. What’s the harm, as long as no one finds out?

But when John walks in on the impressionable young woman trying on some of his wife’s lingerie, he loses control. He has to have her, even if it is desperately forbidden and much too rough for Maya’s first time …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a young inexperienced babysitter, forbidden desires, rough first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

She hooked a strap with one finger and pulled the small garment out of the box. It unfolded smoothly to hang from her hand and she held it up to inspect it.

It was a sheer camisole – meant to enhance and make prominent rather than conceal. A narrow band of fabric ran beneath the bust and connected to string straps at the sides. The rest of the garment was barely there at all. It could have been stuffed into a napkin ring.

Maya was blushing furiously as she held it up. Was this Mrs. Fitzpatrick’s? Or a gift for her?

It was exquisite, and the thought of a woman’s body softly revealed underneath the wispy, flowing fabric had her wet all over again, but that was something that happened a little too easily when she was in this house anyways.

She had never seen something like this in person. She couldn’t help but wonder what she might look like in it. She looked down at herself, pensively evaluating her body. Keeping a relatively athletic body wasn’t that hard for the nineteen year old. Her thighs were soft and slender but her breasts were on the larger side, full and firm. She’d never slept with a man or been seen naked by one. She liked to think she was pretty, but it was sometimes so easy to think no one thought so or would ever think so …

She took the camisole and held it against herself, looking down to see how it matched her in size. At first glance it looked like a surprisingly good fit. The soft fabric fell down to the tops of her thighs.


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Seduced by the Sitter

Lauren doesn’t expect much to come from her attempts to get a babysitting job, at least until she meets Mr. Dorian. He’s rich, incredibly handsome, and frustrated by his ungrateful wife. Wanting to be with him seems like an impossible dream, but if she could only show him how much more appreciative she’d be of a man like him.

And when she glimpses him watching her change, she realizes he just might feel the same way. The feeling of being watched is so much hotter and more thrilling than she’d ever expected, and now that she has the older man’s attention, it’s only a matter of time before he decides to take control and take what he wants …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a young inexperienced babysitter, forbidden desires, unprotected first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

A wave of hot, forbidden excitement rushed through her body as she glimpsed movement out of the corner of her eye through the gap in the door. Yes, he was in the study. She was situated perfectly in his line of sight, standing in front of the mirror, looking at her own flushed, excited face.

Slowly she peeled away her uniform. First was the soft nylon top, and she let it flutter to the corner of the bathroom with a little flick. She made a show of looking at herself in the mirror, turning around and bending to push her ass out as she slid the athletic shorts down her thighs.

Now she was standing in full view in just her underwear. She didn’t dare sneak a peek at whether Mr. Dorian was still in the office, but she hadn’t heard him leave. She could almost feel her eyes on her, running over her body. It was incredible. She had never imagined being watched could feel like this.


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Sharing the Sitter

Caitlyn’s had a crush on Mr. Radcliffe for months, but he’s older, successful, and married, and silly fantasies only get a girl in trouble. Besides, babysitting for the Radcliffes is a great part-time job and she’d never risk letting her feelings show if it could cost her all that.

But Mr. Radcliffe – wealthy, handsome, and used to getting his way – isn’t nearly so skittish about recognizing what he wants and deciding to take it. And as weeks go by, the older man starts to realize that’s exactly how he feels about the pretty young woman he’s hired to watch his children.

And once she’s his, the fun’s only started, because a man like Mr. Radcliffe never does things half-heartedly. What starts out as a sweet, forbidden romance starts to push her boundaries in a hurry, and when she inadvertantly shows up while he has several friends visiting, she finds herself the center of some very intense attention.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a young inexperienced babysitter, forbidden desires, rough first time sex, group sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

He cocked his head slightly at the phrase, and again his eyes lingered on her blushing face and wandered slowly over her. It was as though she could physically feel his gaze following the soft curves of her body.

He put a hand out and again brushed a strand of hair out of her face. This time his fingers lingered on her cheek. “It’s really nice knowing that someone I trust is here when I’m away.”

Her blush deepened. “I … I’m glad I …” she began, but stopped herself before she could speak her true feelings.

But it had been enough.

“Caitlyn, you’re a really lovely young woman,” Mr. Radcliffe said. His thumb was resting lightly against her cheek and his hand encircled the base of her head. She felt his fingers in her hair. “It took me a little while to notice, but now that I’ve seen it I really can’t look away.”

Caitlyn felt her heart rising in her chest, pounding in her throat. The light brush of his fingers on her skin and in her hair was sending a feeling of warmth and excitement deep, deep into her. She looked into his eyes. She was lost for words, but she knew the desire she’d been fighting to hide was now plain on her face.


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Desiring the Sitter

It’s been two years since Melanie’s been home from college, but she’s not likely to forget Mr. Lakewood. Her handsome older neighbor always awed and thrilled her as a girl, but she never expected that she could have the same effect on him.

Melanie’s mother volunteers her to babysit for the Lakewoods while she’s home over the summer, and when Mr. Lakewood sees the young woman she’s become, it’s quite obvious she’s not the little girl next door anymore. He knows it’s wrong to want her, and even worse to act on those desires, but it’s becoming more and more obvious that he just won’t be able to stop himself.

And when he takes his inexperienced new sitter, all that pent-up lust is sure to burst through a lot faster and harder than the untouched young woman is ready to handle.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a young inexperienced babysitter, forbidden desires, rough first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

I was looking at him. “I just think it’s kind of amazing, that’s all.”

He returned my gaze, looking long and deep into my eyes. Neither of us had noticed us drawing so close. There didn’t seem to be enough air between us. “When did you grow up so fast, Melanie?” he asked after a minute, his voice soft.

I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. “Well – when you weren’t looking, I guess.”

“I’m trying not to look now.”

“Why?” I knew the right answer. I knew a thousand possible right answers. But just now none of them seemed good enough.

He put out a hand and ran the back of a finger across the skin of my neck, wandering down across my bare shoulder and upper chest. “Do you always dress like this?” he asked.

“No,” I said simply. I had spent almost an hour, torn between needing to look good and being terrified that he’d be able to tell how much I cared about how I looked for him. Now I wanted him to know. Now it seemed important that he understand what I had done for him.


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