Chapter 2 - The Babysitter I


The house was nestled in the forested hills at the outskirts of town - a cute, comfy, warm place the kind that Natalie dreamed of moving in some day with a husband and a few cats. 

 Unfortunately, this was just another day on the job. The family that hired her only had one small child, but they employed two babysitters that took different schedules between the night and day, taking turns every other week. Sometimes she was expected to arrive at 8 am and stay there for twelve hours at the mercy of the family, other times she came at 8 pm. But it always resulted in the same unpleasant experiences with the man of the house. 

 Natalie knew that she was beautiful. She grew up being told she was a princess and having her older sisters and mother constantly brushing her golden hair. Her boobs started growing in middle-school and hadn’t stopped even now at nineteen. Women always complimented her on her hair, but the men were only really interested in one thing. 

 Spencer, her new employer, had told her that she looked like a “Russian princess” when she first worked for him. Natalie remembered being disturbed at the way he looked at her, but she never thought he would do much but perv on her with looks given that his wife was in the house at the same time. 

 He told her she wanted to look “presentable” in case people came over and as they ran down the list of potential outfits it became apparent that nothing would satisfy him but the tightest of white tops that she tore through weekly just by doing chores. Who’s going to see me? Natalie thought at the time. Maybe it wouldn’t matter all that much.

 The next day, on her very first day at work, she was seated at the table in the kitchen with the wife, her massive breasts resting embarrassingly on the table as they discussed the schedule for the day. It was right then that husband came down and started groping her breasts from behind. 

“This outfit is perfect,” he told her, squeezing her breasts together. His strong fingers kneaded them in the lewdest and roughest way possible, as if they were nothing more but some dough for him to work with. From the tone of his voice, Natalie could tell that he was very happy with her.

 The wife said nothing at all and just continued speaking to her as if nothing were amiss. If anything about this was abnormal in her eyes, it was clear that she had become too jaded to even care at this point. 

 Natalie heard Spencer unzip and then glanced to her right to see the immense cock resting on her shoulder. As the wife went on talking about the particulars of when she should take the kid to practice and what to tell the teacher there, Spencer raised his cock and caressed her face with it, then slapped her twice on the cheek. 

 It was such a shocking moment for Natalie that she only shuddered and glanced down in shame. How could the wife not say or do anything? How could she accept this? 

 Spencer brought the shaft to the front of her face and ran it over her lips. Natalie looked up at him, confused and afraid, but he just grinned and wrapped his fingers up in her golden locks.

“Come on,” he asked his wife, “how much more explaining do you need to do? It’s her first day. This is information overload.” 

 The wife smirked, showing the first sign of unhappiness. “You’re right, of course, dearest husband.”

“Why don’t you get started on breakfast? I want to see if Natalie’s worth what we’re paying her.” 

 The wife got up and went to the fridge while Spencer brought the tip of his cock against her tightly shut lips.

 It wasn’t just that he was not embarrassed or concerned with what he was doing. He acted with a naturalness that was shocking, almost as if the idea that Natalie could reject him wanting to take her mouth was not just some unacceptable possibility, but completely impossible in his world. 

 For the shy and pressured nineteen-year-old, it was too much. She parted her trembling lips and wrapped them around his cock, reluctantly surrendering to his needs. 

 Spencer grabbed her head with both hands and started thrusting right down into her throat impatiently. “We gotta make it fast,” he told her apologetically. “They’re all waiting for me at work.” 

 The wife glanced back from where she stood over the oven frying eggs. “Your boss still isn’t back?” 

 Natalie’s tears flowed. The drool even dripped from her nose as the rough cock kept pushing against the back of her throat. “Not yet,” Spencer said casually. “Probably having fun on company dime on the trip. Bastard.” 

 Then he slammed his shaft with so much power that he buried it deep inside her tight throat and brought her up against the base of his dick. Natalie could feel the wild throbbing sending shockwaves towards her stomach. Then she felt the ropes of hot seed coursing down into her body and exploding from her nose. 

 Spencer tilted his head back and groaned in satisfaction, then thrust in rapidly for a few more seconds to get it all out. He waited until every drop was milked by her tight nineteen-year-old throat and pulled out a clean and glistening cock. 

 Shaking, Natalie breathed in and cleaned the dollops of cum hanging from her nose. How could he treat her like this? In front of his wife?!

 Spencer wiped the drool off his cock against her cheeks and then tucked his cock back in and zipped back up. “Thanks, Natalie.” 

 Natalie kept trying to swallow, feeling like her throat was broken. “No problem, sir…” 

 He ruffled her hair and then sat down to eat as breakfast came. 

 That first day was just a taste. For all the weeks to follow, he groped her tits as soon as he saw her and would facefuck her even up to five times before leaving for work. Having the morning shift was the worst, because that was when he was the roughest and hardest. 

 Though even when she spent the night at the place, it never ended. She could get in bed, ready to sleep, only to hear the door open and the sound of his approaching footsteps over the creaking floor. 

“Mr. Spencer?” she said the first time it happened. “Is that you?”

 He just shushed her and got on top of her in bed, massaging her tits roughly for a while before he his dick out. For whatever reason it was during the quiet at night that he most liked to fuck her tits, and he could do it for a good hour or two, coming in her face over and over. 

 The first time it happened Natalie cried from shame, but the layer of cum covering her up was too thick to show any of that. Ever since then, she had become completely detached. She knew that he would come to fuck her tits and mouth and she was just bored as she waited for him to end it. 

 By the time he finished there was so much jizz on her face that she could feel the weight of it as it slowly oozed and dried. Spencer did not want her to wash it off or take it away. “It’s a good night mask for you.” 

 And that was how Natalie went to sleep during her night shifts at the place. With her face plastered in his loads, wondering how much longer she could bear with it all.

 But after a whole year of being with the family, she could understand the wife. It became completely normal. Walking out of there with her face and tits covered up in his dried seed and her clothes still dripping, wasn’t just accepted, it was routine. 

 As she learned what some of her other friends went through at her job, Natalie almost became grateful. She did not enjoy what Spencer did, and it was enough to make her not even want to see any man outside of work. 

 But for a busty teen like herself, it could be so much worse. “Thank you, sir,” she told him every time after he came. 
 And she meant it.
