I love bad babysitter phone sex calls. As a young girl, I rarely left the house, so I never babysat anyone. But as an adult and a master of disguise with a lot of fake IDs, I can go on these babysitting sites and get a gig with the little girl or boy of your wet dreams. Nobody ever sees me coming because nobody seems to have stranger danger for women. But we can be some of the evilest people around.
Jonathan wanted a little boy. A very young little boy with a cute little bubble butt and no body hair yet. I know how to get men like you exactly what you want. So, I got on my babysitting sites until I found the one with the little boy of my client’s wet dreams. And I booked the gig. There’s a secret to not getting caught. I never use the same ID twice. And I change my look up with makeup, wigs, and prosthetics.
My client harbors rape phone sex fantasies for little boys. And I wanted to make it happen in real time for him. I prepared things very well. I pre-made my milk cocktail that knocks any little one out for the action. And I quickly learned where the security cameras were located, so Jonathan could avoid them. Finally, he could fuck the boy he’s long dreamed of fucking. And all thanks to me.
Jonathan crawled through a basement window that I left open for him. He couldn’t come through the front door or the back door because of the security cameras. But he got in and he got in undetected. I escorted him up to the room with my little charge who already appeared passed out from the drug cocktail I gave him.
The Right Accomplice Takes Care of Everything
Jonathan loved him. Thought he looked like a cute baby boy. Smooth skin, cute bubble butt and no hair. Perfect for him and his fantasies. I positioned the boy on the bed with a pillow under his stomach, giving Jonathan easy access to his boy butt.
Since I consider myself a stellar accomplice phone sex partner, I even held open the little boy’s butt cheeks and helped guide my client’s cock into the tightest little butthole he ever felt. The little boy seemed passed out cold from my magic cocktail. His little body just sort of levitated on my client’s cock. The whole thing did not last long. But I never expected it to because when you finally get something you’ve long yearned for, you pop off quickly.
Jonathan left after destroying this little boy’s butt hole. So, I needed to try to soothe it and clean up the mess. But I always put a tarp down that I can dispose of in a dumpster. No DNA on the sheets. I gave the boy a bath, even though he still seemed passed out to wash away all the DNA evidence.
I’ll tell the parents their son seemed constipated, so I gave him a fiber drink. If they think their boy struggled to take a shit that might explain his sore butthole if he says anything. He won’t remember anything though. However, Jonathan and I will always remember the night. He finally got the fuck a tight boy butt. So, what wicked dream can I make come true for you?


















