I arrive at the luxurious, gated estate of my boss, Mr. Blackwell, willing to care for his mischievous daughter, Emma. As the head of a global investment firm, Mr. Blackwell is well-known for his company acumen and blinding wealth, and hiring a babysitter for his underage daughter is no exception.
I’m led through the sprawling mansion by the house staff, noting the intricate marble pillars and polished floors, the finely-wrought paintings adorning the walls. It’s clear from the threshold that Mr. Blackwell spares no expense on his lavish lifestyle.
Emma’s bedroom is just as extravagant, with a four-poster bed and plush rugs lining the hardwood floors. She’s sprawled out on her bed in a tank top and shorts, flicking through her phone.
“Hi, Emma. I’m Rachel, your babysitter for the night.” I’m about to launch into my customary babysitting spiel – snacks, crafts, movie time – but Emma interrupts me before I have a chance.
“Hey there, Rachel. Don’t bother with all that boring stuff. I’m not a kid anymore, you know.”
Emma gives me a sly grin and saunters over to me, her hips swaying from side to side.
“I know Mr. Blackwell pays you well. Maybe you could give me a little bit of that money instead?”
I’m taken aback by the outrageous offer. “I’m sorry, Emma, I can’t do that. It’s against the rules.”
Emma looks disappointed for a moment, then flips her lustrous brown hair over her shoulder.
“Suit yourself.” she says, and flops down on her bed once more.
As the evening wears on, I tire of sitting around Emma’s room watching her play video games and scrolling through social media. I have to admit, I’m curious about the girl – she’s gorgeous in a sultry, bedroom-eyed sort of way, and her insinuations earlier have made me feel oddly aroused.
As if sensing my boredom, Emma swivels around to face me. “You know what’s better than watching me play Call of Duty?”
“What’s that?” I ask, intrigued.
“Playing it with me.” Emma tosses me a controller, and with a shrug, I accept.
The game is intense, and soon we’re both yelling at the screen and each other. Emma’s foot brushes my thigh when we’re leaning over the console, and I swear I feel a jolt of electricity buzz through me.
As the night wears on, Emma grows restless. She shifts from foot to foot, and I can tell that she’s agitated by something pressing on her mind.
“What’s wrong, Emma?” I ask, setting down my controller.
“It’s just…I’m really bored.” Emma stands up and begins pacing the room.
“Is there anything we can do to fix that?” I ask, becoming more and more intrigued by the girl’s growing restlessness.
Emma spins around and stops directly in front of me, her hands placed on my knees.
“Kiss me, Rachel. Please. I’m so bored.”
I cannot withstand any longer. I lean in and claim Emma’s mouth with my own, and she responds eagerly.
Her lips are soft and pouty, her tongue probing gently at my own. I deepen the kiss, pressing my tongue against hers in a fierce, hungry dance.
Emma responds by reaching up and fisting her fingers in my hair, yanking me closer to her for more.
We continue to kiss passionately, and soon Emma is pulling my shirt over my head and running her hands over my bare breasts. I can feel my nipples harden beneath her touch, begging for more.
“Do you want me, Rachel?” Emma purrs, her breath hot on my neck.
I nod eagerly, and Emma stands up, lifting her shirt over her head and exposing her lithe, young body to me.
She reaches down and deftly unbuttons and unzips my jeans, pulling them down to reveal my own thighs and dripping wet cunt.
“You’re so beautiful, Rachel.” Emma murmurs as she kneels down between my legs.
With a wicked grin, she slips two fingers inside of me, quickly finding my swollen clit with her thumb and beginning to rub it in firm, slow circles.
I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter with each passing moment, my body responding to Emma’s skillful touch.
She withdraws her fingers from inside of me and replaces them with her lips, burying her head between my thighs and using her tongue to explore every inch of my sopping wet pussy.
Finally, I explode with a enormous orgasm, my juices gushing out and soaking Emma’s face.
Afterwards, Emma gives me a lazy smile. “That was fun, Rachel. We should do it again sometime.”
As I scramble to get dressed, I cannot help but feel like I’ve just unleashed something wild inside of Emma. And although I know it’s wrong, I cannot wait to see what other taboo pleasures the night might hold.