Baby for the Boss

By Arwen Rich

Nubile and fertile babysitter Erica can't stop imagining all the ways that her new boss Mark could make her scream. She can't stop imagining herself getting pounded and filled up with his hot load, and then watching her belly swell with his child...

But she's not going to have to keep imagining for long.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Arwen Rich
• Release date: Apr 16, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386662365

Arwen Rich

Arwen loves to pen her hottest fantasies. Though best known for her paranormal romance shorts featuring curvy women and alpha shapeshifters, she is currently writing erotica: primarily impregnation and group sex. Arwen aims to satisfy, and hopes you enjoy her stories!

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Baby for the Boss

Arwen Rich

Published by Arwen Rich, 2018.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

BABY FOR THE BOSS

First edition. April 16, 2018.

Copyright © 2018 Arwen Rich.

ISBN: 978-1386662365

Written by Arwen Rich.

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Baby for the Boss

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Baby for the Boss

Rainy days were the worst. By the time I got to Timmy’s house my hair was a mess and my mascara was streaming down my face. Timmy was six; he didn’t care nor did he notice a difference. As long as I was willing to play GI Joe or Minecraft computer games with him, we were in good shape.

What worried me was when Timmy’s dad came home from work. Mr. Kubeka was a DILF, or dad I’d like to fuck, to put it crudely. He was the CEO of a major recruitment agency, and his muscular build filled out his suit in all the right ways. When I decided to babysit to help offset the cost of college, I imagined diapers and crying babies, instead I got five hours a day with a fairly well behaved six year old followed by five minutes of arousal when his father lumbered through the door, looking worn out and in need of someone to help him relax...

Mr. Kubeka was a single dad, I never asked about Timmy’s mom; the mystery added to his allure.

Can I wait up for Daddy this time? Please Erica? Timmy squealed. Most nights I put him to sleep at eight, and his dad came home an hour later. On special occasions, like birthdays, Timmy was allowed to stay up, much to my dismay. Part of me wanted to let him stay up tonight, to distract his father from how disheveled the rain had made me look, but I couldn’t bear to click through any more Minecraft, so I said no.

Once Timmy was asleep, I tiptoed out of his bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. With a house only containing males, there wasn’t much in the way of makeup or hair product to spruce myself up, but I ran a comb through my hair and used a tissue to touch up my mascara and eyeliner as best I could.

Back downstairs, I tried to relax while watching