Super Naughty Stories

By Jade K. Scott

This is a collection of 10 erotic stories, over 32,000 words of hardcore, extreme, explicit erotica!

Stories include:

My Babysitter the Whore
His Hot Little Slut
His Sexy Twins
Dad's Best Friend
His Little Princess
Her Birthday Gangbang
Barely Legal Cheerleader Threesome
& More!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jade K. Scott
• Release date: Sep 13, 2013
• ISBN: 9781310941511

Jade K. Scott

Jade K. Scott is an erotica author who likes it raunchy! She writes hardcore erotica in taboo niches such as spanking and pseudo-incest. Jade's been writing raunchy stories since she was a young teen, and she loves sharing her passion with her fans!

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Super Naughty Stories

Jade K. Scott

Tawny Black

http://jadekscott.blogspot.com

Copyright 2013, Jade K. Scott and Tawny Black, All Rights Reserved

My Babysitter the Whore

By Jade K. Scott

When I was eighteen, my parents dropped a bomb on me. One that I certainly wasn’t prepared for, and one that shook me to the core, tearing my whole world apart. Because of the poor economy, my dad’s failing business, and the need to dip into my college fund to keep the family afloat, they wouldn’t be able to send me to college. I was devastated.

Not one to just roll over and let my dreams go down the tubes without a fight, I simply decided to take a year off and save up my money. My parents agreed to let me live rent free, because they felt responsible for spending my college fund.

With no marketable skills, I had no idea where to start. I knew I wanted to start working as quickly as possible, but I didn’t want to spend all day clogging my pores in a fast food restaurant. I was anxiously scouring through the classified ads when I overheard a phone conversation my mother was having with one of our neighbors.

No, Madeline, Nikki doesn’t babysit anymore. She hasn’t for a couple of years, now, my mother said. Well, I don’t know. Nikki’s eighteen, so we haven’t had a need for a babysitter in a long time. Have you tried the Collins’s daughter, Tammy?

Mom, wait! I gasped.

Hold on, Madeline, my mother muttered. Nikki, can’t it wait until I get off the phone? Really, I mean how rude can…

Mom, stop, I said. I’ll babysit for her!

She looked confused for a moment, and then she said, Are you sure?

Of course I’m sure! I exclaimed. I’d love to!

I knew Madeline’s children. I’d babysat for them before, a couple of years earlier. I liked doing it. It was fun, and they were good kids. What a perfect way to earn a little money while waiting to find a better job!

I showed up at their house around five o’clock. Madeline had to work a late shift, and her regular babysitter hadn’t expected to work and had made plans. Her husband was out of town, and wasn’t supposed to be in until the next day, so she was willing to pay me double my old rate to babysit for the night.

The kids, Kyle and Lanie, were just as polite and sweet as always, and at nine o’clock they went to bed without arguing. I curled up on the couch with a book and started to read, not wanting to turn on the television and risk waking the children.

I heard the jingle of keys in the lock in the front door, and my heart began to pound in my chest. It could be Madeline coming home early, but what if it wasn’t? I quickly switched off the lamp and grabbed the telephone off the cradle beside me just in case.

The door creaked open, and a figure stepped inside. I breathed a sigh of relief as Madeline’s husband, Sam, entered the house.

Hi, Sam, I said, dropping the phone back into the cradle.

Oh, hello Nikki, he said with a smile, dropping a suitcase to the floor by the door. What are you doing here this late?

Madeline had to work tonight, I answered.

They call her in? She never works nights, he commented.

Yeah, they had some emergency, I acknowledged.

I see, he said, sitting down on the other end of the couch. So how have you been? Are you in college now?

Not yet, I admitted. I’m taking a year to save up enough money to go.

I thought your parents had a college fund for you, he said. I remember you telling me that about three or four years ago.

They did, but Dad’s business hasn’t been doing well, and with the economy so bad they’ve spent it all on bills, I lamented.

Oh, gee. Sorry about that, he said. Is there anything I can do?

Not unless you have a decent paying job for me, I laughed. It’s pretty tough to find anything decent right now.

That’s true, he agreed.

Hell, I might have to be a stripper or a prostitute if this keeps up, I joked.

You’d be good at it! he said, and he burst into nervous laughter. I mean… not saying anything bad. I just mean…

No, it’s okay, I told him. You’re right, I probably would be. And I think it might actually be kind of fun.

He raised one eyebrow curiously and said, I thought you were just joking.

Well, I was… mostly, I said. I just figure it would pay more and be more fun than waiting tables or flipping burgers.

I guess so, he agreed, getting to his feet. Well, I better get to bed.

Alright, goodnight, I said.

He took a few steps toward his suitcase, and then froze. He was silent for several moments, and then he turned around.

Um… you know, I feel really bad about your college situation, he said. I just wish there was something I could do to help.

Like I said, short of offering me a job, I don’t know of anything, I told him.

Well… how serious were you about… you know…

You mean… prostitution? I asked.

He cleared his throat uncomfortably and nodded.

Very serious if it pays well enough, I said.

How much would you charge? he asked. I’m just speaking hypothetically, of course.

I don’t know, I admitted. I never thought about it. How much do women normally get?

Classy, good looking women like you usually get around a hundred bucks… or so I hear, he said.

Wow, that much? I asked. What’s involved? I mean… what do you think someone would expect for a hundred bucks?

I wouldn’t know, he said quickly. But if I had to guess, I would assume that would include a couple of hours of stuff like blowjobs, sex, maybe anal.

Nothing kinky? I asked.

Some might want something kinky, but I guess you could charge extra for that, he said.

Doesn’t sound bad, I said. It might actually be fun.

Did my wife say what time she’d be home? he asked suddenly.

Not until around midnight or one in the morning, I answered.

Would you… want to try it out and see how you like it? With me? he asked. I’d pay you, of course.

A hundred dollars? I asked.

Yep, he replied.

I didn’t have to think about it for very long. I needed the money, and I’d had a crush on him for years. I was fourteen the first time I babysat for their family, and I thought Sam was a real hottie.

Absolutely! I said without hesitation.

I left my book on the coffee table. I followed him into the bedroom and he closed the door behind us. I immediately grabbed his tie and pulled him close to me, pressing my lips against his. He put his hands on my shoulders and shoved me roughly against the door, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I could feel his cock swelling against my thigh.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. I could feel a tingling sensation inside my panties. I was incredibly turned on! He struggled to loosen my shirt from my shorts, and he pulled it up over my head and tossed it aside.

We tore at each other’s clothes, pausing our kiss only to lift things out of the way – things that were quickly discarded. I felt his warm torso pressing against mine, and I pulled him as close to me as I could manage. Yes, I could certainly get used to being paid for something I already loved to do, anyway!

His muscles were quivering underneath his skin, and I felt his biceps ripple as I placed my hands over them. His tongue probed inside my mouth, swirling around in circles, tasting me.

Fuck me, I whispered.

Gladly, he growled.

He swept me up into his arms and carried my naked body over to the bed. He tossed me roughly onto it, and quickly mounted me. With his knees, he pushed my legs apart harshly, and then he leaned over me. I could feel the sharp scruff of his unshaven chin against the delicate skin of my neck. It scraped against me, and sent shivers of pleasure through my body. He nibbled and kissed the soft skin of my neck, and I moaned softly – almost a whisper.

His cock was rigid and pushing against my inner thigh. He shifted his body, maneuvering so that his cock was trying to slither its way beyond my labia. He wiggled his hips from side to side, working the head between my lips so that it rested at the opening to my cunt. I was getting wetter by the minute. He’d have no problem slipping inside once he was ready.

His teeth nibbled playfully at my neck, and he growled in a low, primal voice. My fingernails dug into his back, and I wiggled my hips, trying to force him inside me.

Hold on, he said quietly into my ear. Let’s make it last.

I groaned a long whine of frustration. His teasing was maddening. To feel his cock hard and ready against me and not have it inside me was driving me insane. I was desperate.

Fuck me, I urged him. Please!

Not yet, he said, his lips brushing across the skin of my breast. Patience.

My fingernails dug harder into his back, and my back arched, pushing