Breeding with the Reluctant Babysitter: The Trilogy (5 page)

Everybody was so shocked when
she got pregnant, thought the little princess had ruined her life.
She soon showed them, though. Somebody, presumably the unknown
father, was taking good care of her. She lived in a nicer house
than we did, and was doing college-level courses online now that
she had a nanny to help take care of her baby. It seemed like her
life was looking as rosy as it ever had.

I had complete faith in her
throughout, and I was glad to be proved right. Now that I was about
to finish high school I was proud to be in a similar position she
had been. I’d been a somewhat late bloomer, but over the past year
my body had changed an incredible amount. My breasts had swelled
out from mosquito bites to full D-cups, bordering on DD, my
complexion smoothed out to perfection and my unruly hair that had
always been such a mess finally learned some manners.

I looked at myself in my
full-length mirror and, though I’m only into boys, I could
objectively say I looked really sexy in the outfit Sara had chosen
for me. I thought I looked just like Sara actually, and that’s
about the highest compliment I could think to lay on somebody in
regards to their appearance. Just like her, except I was a little
bit more blessed in the chest department. I was wearing one of her
old slutty schoolgirl outfits, I never did understand why she had
so many but looking in that mirror I thought I was beginning to get
some insight.

Despite this, or maybe even
because of it, I was still apprehensive about going babysitting
dressed like that. I’d been telling Sara about how I was struggling
to save for a car, and also about how, earlier in the year, on the
night my boyfriend and I had planned to have sex for the first
time, instead he had shown up wearing a ‘purity ring’ and with
another one for me. He wanted to wait for marriage, he said. I
didn’t know what else to do. I loved him, so I put the ring on, but
I was so horny all the time, it felt so unnatural.

Sara had paused for a moment and
then told me about how she could set me up with a really great
babysitting job that came with a couple extra opportunities to make
money. Both of those extra opportunities were kind of shocking. One
was outright theft, Sara knew where he kept a box of money hidden.
The other almost seemed like a low level of prostitution.
Apparently the man of the house, Mr Warren, was somewhat neglected
by his wife and liked to have ‘eye candy’ to look at, so if one
were to dress on the sexier side of things one could expect a
larger tip than would normally be given to a mere babysitter.

I’m not sure which part of it I
had the bigger problem with. On one hand, the risk of getting
caught for theft seemed almost too huge to contemplate. I was doing
really well at school and was near the top of my class,
Universities were practically falling over themselves trying to
open doors for me. That would all end with a criminal record. On
the other hand, since my boyfriend, Brad, had turned up with those
damn rings, he’d wanted me to wear really conservative clothing. If
I wore a skirt it was supposed to be as close to the ankle as
possible, and so on.

Like I said, if anybody but Sara
had made the suggestion I wouldn’t have even considered it.
However, she assured me that she had done it lots of times back
when she used to babysit for the Warrens and there was no danger at
all. Mr. Warren was apparently really sweet and just appreciated a
little bit of attention from a beautiful girl. He was also a really
successful lawyer, absolutely loaded with money and never missed
the odd hundred or two from his cash box.

So, safe in the knowledge that
Brad would never find out and there was almost no chance of getting
caught, I agreed and Sara made a call for me to find out when the
Warrens next needed a babysitter. It turned out that they had a
requirement quite soon.

*****

Everything happened just like
Sara said it would, when Mr. Warren opened the door he looked me up
and down, drinking in the view like a cold glass of water after
crossing a desert. I gave him my most coy smile and when I
‘accidentally’ dropped my purse in the living room I made sure I
bent at the waist to retrieve it. The skirt was so short he would
have got the briefest flash of my white cotton panties before I
stood up and the show was over. I saw the look in his eyes when I
was upright again and thought about what a great payday I was about
to get for such little effort.

The kids were really no problem
at all, they ate their dinner and went to bed on time, contrary to
almost every other family I had ever worked for. I wondered how
often the Warrens needed a babysitter, it was the easiest job I’d
ever had. Speaking of Warrens, I wondered where Mrs Warren was, I
hadn’t seen her and had neglected to ask. That might have been a
bit awkward, so I was glad she wasn’t around that night.

Even the cash was right where
Sara said it would be. I did think it odd that in all the years
since Sara had babysat for them they hadn’t changed the hiding
place, but I supposed if they had no idea their secret had been
compromised, they would have no need to do so. I grabbed a little
over a hundred dollars and thought to myself with a smile about how
much closer my goal of my very own car was. I might even get a
really nice one.

Everything went downhill pretty
fast when Mr Warren came home though. I was ready and waiting for
him when he arrived, standing in the living room with my best
‘gee-whiz’ smile on and my hands clasped at hip-level with my arms
pushing my big breasts together, giving a hint of cleavage over the
top button on my shirt. He looked at me for a moment with more of
that same appreciation he had shown earlier but said he had to
check something upstairs first.

I grew nervous as he was gone
for minute after minute, what if he was checking his money or
something? No… surely not. Sara had said there was no chance of
that. Just when I couldn’t take it anymore and I thought I would
panic and run, Mr. Warren appeared in the living room again. He was
carrying a tablet PC of some kind and was looking at it with a grim
expression.

“I can’t believe you did this,
Danielle.”

“Did what?” I managed to squeak
out.

“Don’t play games with me. Look
at this.”

Mr. Warren tapped the screen a
few times and then handed me the computer. I looked at the video
file playing and felt like I was going to throw up. There, in high
definition, was me. Stealing money from Mr. Warren’s cash box.

“I can’t believe you did this,”
he repeated, “Sara said you were a real good girl, doing well in
school, your whole life ahead of you, but now you’ve thrown it all
away for a couple hundred bucks.”

“What are you going to do?” I
looked downwards, an angle that would have given me a view of my
feet a year previous was now obscured by my breasts.

“I’m going to have to take you
to the police, it’s up to them what happens from there. However, as
a lawyer I can tell you that the criminal record is going to shut a
lot of those doors that were previously open. Your life is going to
be very different from how you imagined it.”

“Please don’t do it, Mr.
Warren!”

I was still looking downwards
and a big fat tear dripped off the end of my nose and went straight
down my top, landing on my breast before running sideways to be
soaked up by my bra. I was in shock, my whole life was being turned
upside down in a matter of seconds. My mind was whirling around a
million revolutions per minute trying to think of a way, any way,
out of this. Panic was setting in, and then Mr. Warren’s voice
softened.

“You know, maybe we can work
something out.”

I looked up at him, tears still
flowing out of the corners of my eyes and tried to smile.

“Yes! Please! I’ll do anything,
please just don’t go to the police. I’ll give your money back,
OK?”

“I’ve got a better idea,
Danielle. You can keep the money, you’ve got something else I’d
rather have.”

“But what…”

I was so confused, he was going
to let me keep the money? What else could he possibly want? That’s
when I saw him looking at my chest, hidden behind the schoolgirl
shirt and my newest bra, bought to accommodate my recently grown
tits. That’s when I knew that he probably wanted me to show him the
breasts that only my eyes had seen. I couldn’t do it!

“I want to see your body a bit
more, Danielle. Will you take your shirt off?”

“Just the shirt?” I asked, still
utterly reluctant but also hopeful.

“I’ll decide once you’ve done
it. If the rest of your body is as amazing as what you’ve shown me
so far, then yes, that will be it. The video will be destroyed and
you can go back to your comfortable little life.”

“Well… OK… I guess.”

I handed him back his tablet PC
and he tossed it nonchalantly on to a chair then folded his arms
and watched me. I took a deep breath, my breasts rose and fell in
front of me, and with slightly shaky hands I began to unbutton my
shirt. I’d undone all the buttons down to the level of the
underwire of my bra when he held up his hand.

“Wait there. Pull your shirt
apart and push your breasts out, I want you to pose for me.”

I hesitated, but I guessed this
was within the limits of what I had agreed to, so nervously did as
he said. I gripped each side of my shirt and pulled it apart until
my firm teen chest encased in my bra was exposed to his gaze. I
took another deep breath and pushed my tits out towards him like a
girl I had once seen on the cover of a magazine in a store.

“Yeah, just like that. God damn
you’re sexy, Danielle, you look like you’re built to be fucked. Has
anybody ever told you that?”

“Uh… no,” I whispered, shocked
at the language he was using.

“Well, they should have. Push
those tits together.”

Despite myself, I was kind of
flattered by the compliment. I wished Brad had said that to me all
those months ago instead of giving me a ring that said he didn’t
want to fuck me yet. With slightly more confidence I placed my
hands on the outer sides of my chest and pushed inwards creating a
deep abyss of teen flesh, cleavage any woman would have been proud
of.

“Like this?” I asked.

“Yeah. Just imagine my thick
cock sliding between those big tits of yours. Peeking out the top
with each thrust until you’d squeezed the cum right out of me and
it landed all over your neck and hair. Would you like that,
Danielle?”

“No! I… I’m a virgin.”

One of Mr. Warren’s eyebrows
raised and he smiled.

“What does that have to do with
anything? You’d still be a virgin.”

“But… I’m saving myself for
marriage.”

“That would be a waste, pretty
little fuck toy like you.”

I blushed and
averted my eyes. I’d never been spoken to like that before. Boys
had always been so nice to me, especially in the last year since my
chest arrived on the scene. Some things he said had struck a nerve
though, I
did
want to be a fuck toy, Brad’s fuck toy. Why did
he have to give me that stupid fucking ring? Unbidden, the thought
of Mr. Warren’s ‘thick cock’ sprung into my mind and I pictured it
sliding between the fleshy mounds of my chest just like he said. Oh
God, in my imagination it looked so good. I couldn’t help but
wonder what it looked like in real life and even though I would
never find out the image was definitely turning me on.

Mr. Warren didn’t say anything
for a while, letting the image of his cock between my tits settle
in perhaps but when he did speak it was to instruct me to continue
to take my shirt off. I did as he asked, releasing my breasts and
letting them return to their natural position high and proud in my
bra. The last few fastenings came undone under my fingers and my
shirt hung loose with my belly button peeking out like a nervous
actor between the stage curtains on opening night.

“Take it off,” he breathed.

With one last internal apology
directed at Brad, I shrugged off my shirt and exposed my upper body
to the older man in front of me. I was thankful I didn’t have to
take my bra off, even this much was more than any other man had
ever seen of me. I was sure there were teachers and students at
school that would have sacrificed their first-born for just a few
sweet seconds of the image before Mr. Warren.

I spread my hands in a
questioning gesture.

“Is that enough?” I asked.

“I don’t think so, Danielle,
your body is amazing but it’s not enough to make up for what you
did. I think you should do a few more poses for me, unless you want
to have come this far and still just end up going to jail?”

“No! No! I’ll do some poses for
you… er… what poses do you want?”

“Let’s start with that slutty
pose you already gave me earlier in the evening, bend at the waist
and show me those pretty little white panties of yours again and
don’t stand up until I tell you.”

I cursed myself for teasing him
earlier. If I did it before, how could I refuse now? I gulped and
slowly bent forward until the tips of my fingers were brushing the
ground. The short skirt gave the illusion that my legs went forever
but bending over this far was enough to confirm to anybody who
could see that they did indeed have an end where the pristine white
material cut across the toned flesh of my lower ass like a finish
line.

Mr. Warren walked around and
knelt behind me, looking at my tits framed between my knees, his
face uncomfortably close to my exposed underwear.

“No touching…” I reminded
him.

“You’re not the one in charge
here, Danielle. Just for that, we’re going to have to go a bit
further. Get your ass on that couch.”

“What are you going to do?” I
asked as I stood up.

“You’ll see. Stop asking
questions or this deal is off.”