Breeding with the Reluctant Babysitter · The Trilogy

This series of stories describes the events that unfold when three different babysitters reluctantly find themselves the subject of Mr. Warren's carnal desires. After each of them struggle against their own desires to be good little girls they find they all have a dirty side, which is convenient because Mr. Warren has plans to fill them up with a sticky, impregnating, cream pie!

WARNING: These 4800-5400 word stories contain explicit scenes of unprotected sex, reluctant teen babysitters getting groped and bred, first time deep throat and orgasms powerful enough to make you go (temporarily) blind on your way to the maternity ward!

"...In the video I looked around the room as if making sure the coast was clear, obviously missing wherever Mr Warren had hidden the camera, and made for the chest of drawers. It was clear from my actions that I knew what I was doing, I fished around in the third drawer from the top and brought out a small metal box. Opening the box I pulled out a wad of cash, counted some off, took it and replaced the money in the box before returning the whole thing to the drawer and leaving the room. When I turned around my face was clearly visible for a moment.

Tears welled up in my eyes, how could I have been so stupid to think they wouldn't miss a few hundred dollars? I was saving up for a car of my own and babysitting money was taking forever, now I didn't even want to think about what the penalty would be for something like this... could I even go to jail?

"Please..."

Mr Warren didn't let me get any further than that, holding his hand up to silence me.

"Let's cut to the chase, Sara. With what I have here AND the other surveillance videos I have back home, you'd be looking at about a year behind bars. I'm a lawyer, as you know, so trust me on that."

I gulped... what else had he seen? I thought back over the past months babysitting for the Warrens and began to shake. A year? With something like that on my record, my life would be ruined... no going to college with my boyfriend, no decent jobs for the rest of my life, problems with credit so I could never buy a house to raise a family in. I saw my whole future being torn to shreds and began to cry as Mr Warren continued.

"Just around the corner from here is the police station, and just around the other corner is the way to your house. It's going to be up to you which way we go."

"My house, please Mr..."

"No, it's not that simple, Sara. I am willing to let this slide because you have something I want. If you give it to me then we can call it even and these videos get destroyed."

"What... do you want?" I asked, already knowing the answer..."