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As soon as Sarah’s parents left the house, she was already excited for the night ahead. That’s because she had a secret plan in mind, and couldn’t wait to put it into action. You see, Sarah isn’t just any normal babysitter. She’s a stunning, long-legged brunette who has a way of turning men’s heads, even at her young age of 21. But what makes Sarah even more desirable is her desperate craving for hot, passionate sex. And tonight, she had her sights set on her new client, Mr. Andrews.

As soon as Mr. Andrews and his wife left for their dinner party, Sarah wasted no time getting settled in. She turned the TV on and started browsing through channels, but her thoughts were far from the dramas and movies she was flicking through. She was thinking about the handsome, gray-haired man who had welcomed her into their home just a few hours earlier. She remembered how his eyes had lingered on her curves, and how he had made a point of showing her around the house, even leading her up to his bedroom.

Sarah couldn’t help but imagine Mr. Andrews in bed with her. She pictured herself straddling him, pressing her full breasts against his chest, and feeling his hardness grow beneath her. As her mind drifted to forbidden thoughts, her hand strayed down to her panties, and she started rubbing herself through the soft fabric.

Just then, a noise startled her, and Sarah quickly pulled her hand away from her crotch. She looked up to see Mr. Andrews standing in the doorway, a rueful smile on his lips.

“I’m sorry, Sarah. I didn’t mean to interrupt you,” he said, his voice low and husky.

Sarah flushed, her arousal heightening at the sight of the older man. She could see the bulge in his pants, and knew that her plan was working.

“That’s okay, Mr. Andrews. I was just getting settled in,” she replied, her voice low and sultry.

Mr. Andrews stepped closer to her, his eyes locked on hers. He reached out and placed a hand on her thigh, feeling the heat emanating from her body.

“You’re a very pretty girl, Sarah. I hope you don’t mind me saying that,” he said, his voice trembling slightly.

Sarah shifted in her seat, making sure he could feel her heat. “Not at all, Mr. Andrews. I think you’re very handsome too,” she replied, biting her lip.

Without warning, Mr. Andrews leaned in and kissed her deeply on the mouth. Sarah responded eagerly, opening her lips and allowing his tongue to explore her mouth. He tasted like whiskey and musk, and she found herself getting even wetter as his hands roamed over her body.

Before long, they were both panting with desire. Mr. Andrews pulled back, his eyes dark with lust.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he said, taking Sarah’s hand and leading her upstairs.

Once they reached the large master bedroom, Mr. Andrews wasted no time in tearing Sarah’s clothes off. She stood before him, naked and exposed, her breasts heaving with each breath. He buried his face in her cleavage, sucking and nibbling at her nipples until she was moaning with pleasure.

Then he knelt before her, spreading her legs and burying his face between them. Sarah gasped as his tongue found her clit, licking and teasing her until she was writhing with pleasure.

As she approached her first orgasm, Mr. Andrews stood up and positioned himself at her entrance. He slowly pushed inside her, stretching her to her limits. Sarah cried out in pleasure as he began to thrust in and out of her, finding a rhythm that made her toes curl.

They fucked for what felt like hours, exploring every inch of each other’s bodies. Sarah found herself getting lost in the pleasure, forgetting all about the fact that Mr. Andrews was her client and much older than her.

When they finally collapsed on the bed, spent and sweaty, Sarah knew that she had found a lover who could fulfill all of her desires. And she also knew that she would be back to this house, night after night, as long as Mr. Andrews was eager to have her.

Sarah left the Andrews’ house that night with her panties soaked with cum and a smile on her face. She knew that she had crossed a line, but she didn’t care. She was hooked on the feeling of illicit pleasure, and she knew that she would do anything to feel it again.

The next day, she told her best friend Lisa all about her hot babysitting adventure, and Lisa was beyond excited for her. But Sarah also knew that she couldn’t tell anyone else about what had happened. It was their little secret, and she was happy to keep it that way.

Over the next few weeks, Sarah and Mr. Andrews continued their secret trysts whenever his wife was out of town. They explored all kinds of forbidden fantasies, from bondage to roleplay. Sarah loved the feeling of being submissive, of being held down and used by this powerful older man.

But eventually, things started to get complicated. Mr. Andrews began to talk about leaving his wife for Sarah, and Sarah wasn’t sure how she felt about that. She loved the thrill of their forbidden affair, but she didn’t want to be someone’s mistress.

One night, they were lying in bed together after a particularly intense session, and Mr. Andrews broached the topic again.

“Sarah, I love you. You know that, right? I want to be with you. But I can’t keep sneaking around like this. I want to be able to take you out in public, hold your hand, be with you openly.”

Sarah sighed, knowing she couldn’t give him what he wanted. “I don’t know, Mr. Andrews. I love what we have, but I don’t think I’m ready to be a homewrecker. And I don’t think you should leave your wife for me.”

Mr. Andrews looked hurt, but he didn’t argue. They both knew that their affair couldn’t go on forever, and that eventually, they would have to go their separate methods.

After that, their trysts became less frequent, until eventually they stopped altogether. But Sarah would at all times remember those nights in his care, where she had discovered a passion and a desire that she had never known existed. And even though they may never be together again, she knew that he would at all times hold a special place in her heart and in her fantasies.
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