Bad babysitter phone sex calls get my motor running. When I was a little girl, my dad hired male babysitters for me. And he would make them pay him to watch me. But that was because he would tell those male sitters they could do anything they wanted to me. And they did. Men fucked my ass and pussy. They made me suck their dicks. Sometimes, they even put objects in my cunt. So, I know what it takes to be a bad babysitter.
And now, I can help men just like my father even though I vowed back then that I would never be like my father. But I have no skills outside of sex skills. And I am not book smart, but I am street smart. I can navigate the seedy underworld of snuff porn. Only the strong survive. So, I think my rough upbringing helped me survive men like my old master. All these prissy rich brats I kidnap for men, rarely last a day.
When Carl called me, I knew I had to get on the babysitter app so I could find him a sweet young thing to play with. I have a variety of fake IDs and fake references, but no parent knows that I am a bad babysitter. And if they find out, it is too late, and I am long gone. This little girl I watched looked like an angel with her pretty blonde locks and big blue eyes. Cherub face and big smile too.
I Have What it Takes To Be a Bad Babysitter
She would grow up to be a hot slave and hot porn star. However, she barely survived the night. Once the parents left, I drugged the little girl and took her to Carl’s place. He has a little log cabin along the river. He fucked her every which way but loose and I found it fucking hot to observe. Her little butthole stuck out. That pussy looked like raw hamburger. Even at her age, she talked sassy as he explored his rape phone sex fantasies for this little bitch. Oh my. How hot to watch him slap her porcelain skin when she talked back.
He got a little too rough on her and choked her to death to shut her up. So, we dumped her lifeless body into the river and fucked in the blood stain she left on his carpet. That tiny whore still had her virginity. Well, she does not have a cherry anymore. And she does not have a life either.