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Lila had at all times had a thing for older men. It started when she was in high college, noticing how her female classmates would giggle and swoon over the senior boys. But Lila was different. She was drawn to the married teachers, the ones with wrinkles around their eyes and graying hair. It wasn’t until she started babysitting for Mr. and Mrs. Thomas that her desires took a new form.

The Thomases were a wealthy couple, living in a sprawling house in the suburbs. They hired Lila to watch their two young children, hoping to have a little bit of alone time in the romantic hot-tub they had installed on the back porch. Lila didn’t think much of it; she was used to watching bratty kids and playing on her phone all night.

But something was different about Mr. Thomas.

He was tall and muscular, with a full head of salt-and-pepper hair. Every time he came home from work, he would wink at Lila and ask how her night was going. He wore tight polo shirts, showcasing his broad chest and muscled arms. Lila couldn’t help but stare.

One night, the Thomases asked Lila to stay a little later. They had to attend a charity event and wouldn’t be back until past midnight. Lila agreed, thinking of the extra cash she would make. She put the kids to bed and settled down on the couch, scrolling through Instagram.

But then Mr. Thomas came home.

He was wearing a tuxedo, looking dashing and sophisticated. Lila felt a flutter in her stomach. He poured a glass of whiskey and sat down next to her, asking about her life and hobbies. They chatted for a while, Lila feeling more and more drawn to the older man. Before she knew it, they were making out on the couch.

It was forbidden, wrong, but it felt so good.

Mr. Thomas slid his hands under Lila’s shirt, running his fingers over her soft skin. She moaned into his mouth, feeling her panties get wet. They stumbled into the master bedroom, tearing off each other’s clothes. Lila had never felt so alive.

Mr. Thomas was an attentive lover, kissing and touching every inch of her body. Lila wrapped her legs around him, digging her nails into his back. She was shocked by how good it felt to be with an older man, to feel his experienced hands and hard dick. She was addicted.

They made love for hours, exploring each other’s bodies and pushing each other to new heights. Lila felt like a woman, not just a teenage babysitter. She had never felt so powerful.

But then Mrs. Thomas came home.

They scrambled to get dressed, Mr. Thomas telling Lila to hide in the closet. She obeyed, feeling small and scared. She heard Mrs. Thomas asking about the kids, about their night. Mr. Thomas lied, saying that they had been asleep the whole time. Lila felt guilty, knowing that they were having sex mere feet away from two innocent children.

But the guilt was quickly replaced with desire.

Mr. Thomas pulled Lila out of the closet, kissing her fiercely. They fell onto the bed, fucking like animals. Mrs. Thomas was down the hall, but they didn’t care. Lila rode Mr. Thomas’s cock, feeling it fill her up and stretch her out. They came together, screaming each other’s names.

Afterwards, they collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and out of breath. Lila knew that what they were doing was wrong, immoral, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted more.

And Mr. Thomas was happy to oblige.

They kept their affair a secret, sneaking around the house whenever the Thomases were out. Lila would wear Mrs. Thomas’s lingerie, feeling sexy and naughty. Mr. Thomas would give her orders, making her call him Daddy and spanking her if she misbehaved. Lila loved it all.

But one day, Mrs. Thomas found out.

Lila was in the middle of a blowjob when the door burst open. Mrs. Thomas looked furious, her eyes blazing. She screamed at Lila, calling her a whore and a slut. Mr. Thomas tried to intervene, but it was too late. The damage had been done.

Lila was fired, never to babysit for the Thomases again.

But even as she walked out of the house, tears streaming down her face, she knew that she would never forget the forbidden desires that had led to her seduction. She would never forget Mr. Thomas, the man who had shown her what it meant to be a woman. She would never forget the thrill of being with someone she shouldn’t.

And she knew that she would at all times crave that sweet, forbidden taste of seduction.
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