Don't Tell Mom The Babysitter's Bred - Part 20 [M44/F22] [Age Gap] [DILF] [Curvy College Babysitter] [Risky Public Sex] [Big Cock] [Intense G-Spot Orgasm] [Hold the Moan] [Orgasm Denial] [Edging] [Dirty Talk] [Fingering] [Cum/Breeding Kink] [Big Tits] [Tit Fuck] [Yandere Themes]

Previous Parts Here: Part 1, Parts 2 and 3, Parts 4 and 5, Parts 6 and 7, Parts 8 and 9, Parts 10 and 11,Parts 12 and 13, Parts 14 and 15, Part 16, Parts 17 18 and 19

Please note, other referenced adult characters: F42/M20s/M40s/F20s

For those not familiar with previous parts, there's no family relationship between these characters: use of the phrase 'daddy' is in a Dom/sub sense only.

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Part 20

Fuck, I want to cum... 

I’m so close.

But even with Mia’s incredible pussy wrapped around my cock, it’s gonna take something superhuman to orgasm with Ken calling for me in the mist.

“Liam, old boy, you here?... Christ, I can’t see shit in here – you sure you saw them go in?”

Ken’s harsh stage whisper prompts a chorus of shushes from all around. Waves of tutting and angry sighs confirming just how many people have been here with us while Mia and I have been fucking. Our silent sin smothered within the scented clouds of dense steam, now dangerously close to being exposed.

Mia stops moving, feeling the tension in me. Sitting back so I can breathe, denying me the beautiful torture of asphyxiating between her soft breasts. She looks down, eyebrows raised, her frustration nearly a match for mine. I know what she wants from me, what I’m so close to releasing... 

I just need Ken to fuck off so we can finish.

But even if I can’t get there with these distractions, it’s unfair to deny Mia... She goes to lift off my lap, but I stop her, fingers grabbing the meat of her hips to hold her still. Not letting her go, fat tip of my thick cock still buried in her drenched pussy, hugged tight by her red-hot little hole. 

She looks down at me in shock, face fearful, but eyes ablaze. She knows we could get caught, that we should stop... But she’s close to cumming again, I know it – I can get her there, we just need to stay quiet...

Eyes locked on hers, I start to move my hips, muscles in my ass tensing to allow shallow thrusts. Mia’s tight little entrance subjected to maximum strain now, stretched to her limit around the swollen head of my huge cock – clinging lips sliding over every ridged vein as I slowly fuck in and out of her. Not deep this time, focused instead on driving against the sensitive front wall of her pussy, pressure against her g-spot making her eyes roll back.

I can see the struggle on her face, the intense pleasure she’s fighting to control. Knowing how badly she wants to moan. Mia’s nails digging into my shoulder as she clings to me for support and her legs start to shake...

Suddenly though, I realize it’s not only Ken stumbling around in the steam below - Rick’s voice the next I hear as they start to argue:

“Shhh, Ken - shut up, will you! It’s the silent area, you’ll get us chucked out!”

“Yes, well I am fucking whispering, Riccardo... What more do you want?!”

The fearful look in Mia’s eyes is joined by something else; her desperate need to cum... Brought to the brink, wetter than I can believe, pussy clenching as she rolls her hips and gives a low, tortured sigh. Trembling now, falling forward against my chest - her lips right next to my ear.

“Fuck... Daddy, I’m cumming!...” Her desperate whisper accompanied by a shuddering from her big thighs and a vice-like, pulsing grip from her soaked young cunt. She feels so good, so tight around the pounding head of my cock, like she’s trying to milk my cum into her needy pussy. It’s almost enough... Almost enough for me to...

“Liam? That you?”

Ken, you fucking bastard – I swear to God...

Hastily, I admit defeat, helping Mia off my lap as quickly as possible, wincing as the still-trembling girl gets off my cock. A little surprised how hard I am despite the imminent threat of public shame... New kink unlocked, I guess.

Quietly, I help Mia with her swimsuit, cursing loudmouth Ken, but secretly grateful he thought to announce his arrival – blundering entrance giving us just enough time to adjust clothing and settle racing hearts.

Holding her close against me, I whisper quietly – Ken making enough noise as he grunts his way up the stepped seating to easily cover our conversation.

“I’m sorry about this, sweetheart – I’ll lead them away. You stay until the coast is clear.”

“OK, but come to the treatment center as soon as you can,” She answers breathlessly, fingers brushing my still firm cock as she reaches down to cup my swollen, aching balls, “I want that load, daddy, I worked fucking hard for it...”

I share a dirty grin with Mia before she sits down and leans back, my gorgeous girl soon lost to the mist, shrouded in steam. Shielded from discovery just in time – a sweat-soaked Ken emerging from the mist only a few seconds later.

“Liam! There you are! Didn’t you hear me?” He whispers loudly, Ken’s attempt at ‘hushed’ capable of carrying for miles...

“Shhh! Yeah, but you need to shut up, buddy,” My answer earning me a bolshy eyeroll. “Come on, let’s get out of here – leave these people in peace.”

*

Rick and Alan are waiting for us out front, blush on Rick’s face not solely from the heat of the steam room – my friend looks mortified by Ken’s behavior. Shaking his head, he mouths a quick ‘sorry’ when I wave hello.

“Wait, wait, Liam – what about your companion?” Ken taunts me as I nod a greeting in Al’s direction and try to lead them away. “Rick saw you following your busty new friend in there, aren’t you going to introduce us?”

Thankfully, Rick leads our annoying, sweat drenched friend away before I can react. Two members of the spa team swiftly escorting us back to the ‘can’t be trusted’ zone, several patrons shaking their heads as we pass. 

“Liam. Buddy...” Alan whispers, passing me a robe, glancing pointedly at my swim shorts. Looking down, I take the hint, Mia’s impact on me clearly taking some time to subside – my evident dick print likely the reason for a few of the disgruntled reactions we’re getting from shocked on-lookers as we’re frogmarched past.

With my latent arousal safely covered, Alan leans in close – more to avoid being overheard by Ken than any concern about volume. 

“So, the girl Ken found in your room this morning... Was it the brunette from the bar?”

“Uh-huh.” I keep it short. Hoping he’ll drop it,

“Is she here? Was it her Rick saw you with?” Alan’s excitement is evident. 

He’s not dropping this, is he... No chance.

“Yeah...” I sigh, “But she’s more than just a hook-up, trust me, buddy. Her name’s Mia, she’s our babysitter...” I can see Ken up front, turning his head to eavesdrop as we’re deposited near a hot pool in front of a manned towel shack - somewhere safe the staff can keep an eye on us. 

I slide under the water, as far away from ‘cock-block’ Ken as possible. The ache under my balls making it hard to forgive his earlier interruption. Alan settles in alongside, my friend slightly shorter than me and less broad, but with an athletic build that earns him a few admiring looks as he gets comfortable under the bubbles.

“And does this Mia know about the blonde waitress from last night?” Alan asks quietly, referring to Erika. “We saw her leaving this morning - Ken reckons you were with them both...” He chuckles.

I grin back, "You could say that, yeah... Erika was there to test my loyalty apparently - she and Mia cooked up the whole thing. You helped me rumble them though, so thanks for that, buddy... Oh, and yeah – Ken’s right about the threesome.”

Alan’s eyebrows threaten to meet his receding hairline as he gives a low whistle.

“Jesus... What does Heather think? She’s moving on too, I assume – but is she really cool with you banging the babysitter?”

I look away, taking a moment. I’ve yet to tell these guys the whole truth - still not sure I want to get into Heather’s affair and the reasons behind it... But of all my friends, it’s probably Alan I’d confide in first.

“She’s having some issues adjusting, that’s for sure.” I answer, trying to keep it vague. But I owe him a more than that... “Heather’s involved with a guy Mia was seeing – he’s filled her head with a whole bunch of shit that’s not helping.”

“Oh?” Alan seems concerned.

“It’s the usual thing, only hearing one side of the story, you know?” My explanation is met by a weary nod from my friend, the look of a man that knows exactly what I mean. “We’ve known Mia for years, Al.  She’s amazing with Jayden and Matt, and they love her to pieces. I think this pushback from Heather is just a bit of jealousy stoked by this spurned college kid, Jake.”

“Kid? Oh, come on, Liam - don’t tell me you’re both dating college students! You don’t need that kind of drama. That shit’ll get messy, real quick.”

He’s got a point... Not about Mia, necessarily. But I do wonder if Jake’s ‘bad news’ warning to Heather could be some sort of ‘knee-jerk’ reaction to an imagined slight. Something reactive, certainly not a product of considered, mature reflection.

“I’m pretty sure Heather’s thing with Jake is just a fling...” I reply, hesitating for a second. Neglecting to tell Alan the part where Mia directed her cougar-bait ex to flirt with Heather in the first place... “Yeah, she’s just blowing off some steam.”

“I’m sorry you guys couldn’t work things out.” Alan speaks softly, the emotion in his voice making me turn to look at him. He seems sad, sighing before he continues, “I... I think Elle and I might be headed that way too. We’re in counselling at the moment, but it just seems to be making things worse.”

“I’m sorry, buddy – what happened?” I feel awful – I had no idea Alan and Elle were struggling. I’ve been so wrapped up in my own shit... 

“There’s no big issue. Nothing broken. Just... two people drifting, I guess.” Alan sighs, weight of weary emotion in his tone. Pausing, quiet in the gentle hum of the pool’s jets before he elaborates. “I almost wish she had done something though... Something I could be mad at her for. It’s harder like this, you know? Every session just reframing the distance between us – how much we’ve changed... You’d think I’d be better at this. Being a lawyer and all. Clear-headed, rational. But logic doesn’t help, Liam - the more sense it makes, the more it hurts. The more it all feels... inevitable.”

I wish I knew what to say, feeling the pain in my friend’s words. I’m struggling – wishing it wasn’t so, but knowing he’s right. Smartest of us all, Alan’s assessment of his failing marriage is something I can’t counter.

I just wish I could spare him this slow, creeping end – a clean break would be so much kinder. Give him the chance to find someone new. 

 The sound of swirling water makes us both turn, my shoulders tensing as I see Ken swimming over, fearing his bluster and insensitivity with Alan so raw.

“Come here, big guy.” Our stocky friend claps a heavy arm around Alan’s shoulders, Ken’s face serious for once, compassion in his eyes. “You know we’re here for you, right? Whatever happens with Elle – you’ll always have us... Whether you like it or not...”

That gets a laugh, all four of us breaking the tension with humor. Heavy coping – millennial-style... Admit pain, then laugh it into submission.

I’m proud of Ken though. Finding the words I couldn’t. Knowing what to say. He might be a nosy, loudmouth boor, but his heart’s in the right place.

“Oh, excuse me, gentleman – duty calls...” Ken cuts short our moment of manly bonding, swiftly pulling himself up out of the frothing pool. 

Confused, I follow his eyeline, sighing when I spy what’s caught his attention. Two young women, both in skimpy swimwear. Wide hips swaying in a mesmerizing figure-eight as they make their way past. Crestfallen, but unsurprised, I watch my friend of a quarter-century set off in hot pursuit. Both women startled by the stocky little man suddenly tailing them. Instinctively, Alan and I look over to Rick.

“Oh no, don’t look at me...” Rick leans back, letting his legs float up, toes just visible above the bubbles. “No, I’m fucking done chaperoning his pervy ass. If that little sex pest wants to push his luck, then he’s on his own.”

This is my chance to escape.

“Well, I hate to love you and leave you, boys, but I need to make my way over to the treatment center – I’ve got some kind of ‘hot stone’ thing booked? I dunno, I got talked into it...” My subtle attempt to return to Mia backfires instantly.

“Hot stone massage? Yeah, I’ve been reading about that! It's supposed to be great for your ‘masculine energies’.” Rick’s interest is suddenly piqued, Alan smiling – possibly at Rick’s woo-woo fascination with alternative remedies, but more likely at my efforts to slope off to finish what I'd started with Mia. 

Rick’s not picking up what I’m putting down though...

“I think I’ll come with you,” He announces, as I fix a rictus grin and try to manage my reaction. “What about you, Al? You sound like you could do with a bit of chakra alignment.”

“Sure, why not?” Alan grins at my seething frustration. “Can’t be worse than watching Ken strike out for the tenth time today – lead the way...”

*

When we get inside the treatment center, Mia’s waiting for me on one of the luxurious sofas in the waiting room. Even bundled in her robe, she’s enough to make you look twice, dark brown hair falling over her shoulder where she’s leaning to one side reading a magazine. Smiling, she raises her chin when I look over, frowning in frustration when she sees Alan and Rick follow me in...

“Gentlemen, welcome - how can I help?” A willowy young woman calls over from the mahogany and bronze desk at the other end of the room, adopting the same ‘sing-song’ tone that annoyed me at the welcome desk earlier.

“Hi,” Rick answers, making his way over, “Yes, we were interested in the...”

His words are lost to me as he chats through options with the assistant. Alan hovers at my shoulder, following my eyeline in Mia’s direction. The two of us watching as she stands and adjusts her robe before heading over.

“Is that her?” He murmurs, “It certainly looks like the stunner who was eyeing you up at the bar... Wait, wait – shit...  Are we gatecrashing? Did we just cock-block you again?” He shoots me a grin. “She’s waiting for you, isn’t she?”

I give Al a quick look, part exasperation, part surrender.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you – just... Just don’t be weird, OK?”

Alan gives me an annoyed frown. “Hey, come on, bud – I’m not like Ken, you can trust me around...” He pauses, gawking as Mia approaches. Turning on the full power of her heart-stopping smile, dark brown eyes warm. She holds out her hand, Alan shaking it with a slack-jawed, goofy look on his face.

“Mia, this is Al – the guy at the desk is Rick.” I introduce her, wincing slightly at the beet red color of Alan’s cheeks, coupled with the fact he can’t seem to string a sentence together...

“Happy to... Nice to meet – Umm, yeah...” My tongue-tied friend finally manages.

“Lovely to meet you, Al,” Mia replies smoothly, not letting up her charm offensive – the playful look in her dark eyes enough to make me light-headed, and I'm not even her direct target. “Hey, listen – Liam and I were hoping to sneak away and find an empty room for...” She pauses, stepping close and dropping her voice. “Some special relaxation, if you know what I mean?”

“Special, yeah...” Alan repeats, dazed. His hand still hovering in mid-air as Mia releases it. Then he blinks, looking between the two of us, finally taking her meaning. “Oh - Oh, I see!  Say no more, guys – we’ve got this. You two go have fun!”

And with that, he strides over towards where Rick is gainfully debating the merits of hot stone vs vacuum cup therapies. My still-blushing friend looking back to give us a theatrical wink and a thumbs up as he prepares to run interference - give us the distraction we need to disappear unseen.

“Aww, he’s sweet...” Mia says under her breath as she takes my hand and leads me towards a frosted glass door marked ‘Private’ in the corner of the room. 

“Sweet on you, I think you mean...” My answer earns me a knowing smile.

“Jealous, daddy?” She teases, checking to make sure the coast is clear before tapping a four-digit code into the pin pad on the wall. “I saw a few of the therapists go through this way earlier,” Mia explains when I raise an eyebrow. “Now come on, let’s find somewhere I can show you why you’ve got nothing to worry about...”

*

It takes a few tries, but eventually we find a treatment room without the slider on the door moved to ‘occupied’. The plaque below reads ‘Vibroacoustic Massage’ – can’t say I’ve ever heard of it, but right now I’ll take whatever I can find. Fucking Mia’s brains out is top priority – as long as there’s some sort of soft furnishing to make things comfortable, I’m a happy man.

“Holy shit, Mr B,” Mia breathes as I lock the door behind me. “I think we got lucky with this one...” 

I turn to see her walking around the softly lit space, a low whistle leaving my lips as I understand what she means.

The room is dominated by a wide, soft leather massage table in the center. Sumptuously padded, partly surrounded by a group of free-standing panels, interspersed with mirror glass, all angled inward toward the table. Each one made of thick, acoustic foam, every sound in the room instantly damped by the generous mass of absorbent material. Wood slats adorn the walls, a closer look confirming they too have acoustic material installed between.

“It’s soundproof...” Mia murmers, fascinated. Lightly clicking her fingers next to one of the panels before turning to me with a wide grin. “Well, no need to be quiet in here at least.” She gives a dirty laugh. “We can be as loud as we like this time, daddy – no holding back.”

Perfect. Now we’ve got both contrasts, struggling to smother every stifled moan in the steam room; now able to hear Mia scream with unbridled pleasure as I fuck my good girl senseless in here...

I help her drape a couple of towels over the massage table, Mia playfully pulling at the cord of my robe once we’re face to face. I let her undo the loose knot tied in the towelled belt, feeling her hands move over my skin as soon as I'm exposed. Fingers pushing under the waistband of my swimshorts as her breathing grows heavier. Eyes bright, lips parted, color in her cheeks telling me how turned on she is. Enjoying the slight tremor I can feel in her touch, her desepration to get at my cock.

 She has me rock hard in seconds, waiting until her hand is firmly grasping the heavy weight of my thick cock before I roughly pull open her robe open and take her in my arms. Kissing her, smiling against her lips at the filthy groan of longing she makes when I run my hands over her amazing body. Over the swell of her huge tits before exploring lower. Invading the sanctity beneath her navel – waistband of her bikini bottoms yielding for my knuckles as I push my fingers down into the private heaven waiting for me there. Down further as she gasps, teasing the softness of her mound, then lower still, curling to claim the wild heat of her soaked sex.

“I’m so fucking wet for you, daddy...” Mia moans into my shoulder, breath shaking when I start to rock my fingers in and out of her pussy, keeping the heel of my hand firm against her clit. “I came so hard earlier – your cock makes me feel so fucking good, stretching me out, fucking me deep...”

“You love it, don’t you?” I growl, nearly overcome with lust already. Her hand on my cock applying the perfect pressure, thumb stroking over the fat, leaking head of my huge dick with every flex of her wrist.

“I was made to take it. Your good girl’s wet, needy cunt – made for you to breed and ruin. You fill me so perfectly, daddy. That feeling when your inside, when that huge dick feels like it's going to break me, tear me in two... I love it. I love it so, so much..” Mia’s whimpered worship nearly sends me over the edge, clenching my jaw and breathing hard to stay in control.

I watch as she undresses me slowly. Her eyes bright and wild. Dark light in her fevered stare a match for mine. She knows what this moment is, nothing hurried, nothing quiet. The two of us finally able to indulge each other completely.

Once I’m naked, she walks me back, getting me to sit on the massage table. Stood between my thighs, Mia watches my reaction as she removes her bikini top, fabric leaving delicious little compression marks on her gorgeous tits. Soft, taught skin so smooth against my lips when she pulls my head towards her chest and lets me feast. I hold her close as I kiss and suck, reaching round to knead her wide ass in my big hands. Getting rough, pulling her open, driving beneath the tight material of her swimsuit bottoms so I can finger her from behind. Two fingers, then three, stretching her hot, dripping hole.

Eyes rolling back, groaning with pleasure, she lets me play a while, moving back after a few moments so she can strip fully for me. I reach for her as soon as she’s stepped out of her bikini bottoms, but she leans back and evades my grasp. Giving a dark, playful little laugh when she sees how eager I am.

“My turn to play, Mr B... Lie back for me. Let me show you how a good girl looks after her daddy...”

I comply, leaning back on the massage table as she bends down to grab the attached remote. Mia raises the headrest for me slightly, smiling.

“There we are, that’s better - I want you to be able to see everything...”

She leans down to open a cupboard built into the bottom of the table. Taking a minute before selecting a bottle of something towards the back. Her big, beautiful ass perfectly framed in the one of the mirrored panels to our side. Mia’s heavy peach spreading slightly as she leans forward to reach into the depths of the cupboard. The image of her plump, slick pussy revealed between her thick thighs one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen.

“Now, what kind of spa uses massage lube rather than oil?” She asks with a cheeky look once she’s straightened up, flicking her brown waves over one shoulder.

“What kind of spa soundproofs a massage room?” I counter, grinning as she pops the cap on the bottle and shuffles close - eyeing my stiff cock hungrily.

“My favorite kind...” Mia murmurs, looking up the bed to watch my reaction as she applies a generous squirt of lube between her tits. Rubbing it over her hard little nipples and into her cleavage.

“I... I can help with that, you know...” My words catching as my mouth goes dry.

Mia gives a dirty chuckle, stroking the remainder of the lube over my straining cock while I groan and resist the urge to thrust into her hand. “Now, this is a treat, Mr B – and I want you to enjoy yourself, but I need to set one rule, OK?”

“OK...” I answer, eyes drawn to the sight of Mia bending over my midsection. Weight of her breasts briefly settling on my abs and hip as she gets herself in position, looking up at me.

“You're not allowed to cum, not yet,” Mia fixes me with an intense look as I start to realize what’s about to happen. “I’m gonna edge this huge, perfect cock of yours over and over until you’re begging me to let you cum... But you’re going to resist, OK, daddy? You’re going to save it. You’re going to save it all for your good girl’s aching, needy pussy.”

Groaning with pleasure, I feel Mia wrap her amazing tits around the raging heat of my granite-hard cock. Busty beauty firmly squeezing her incredible rack around my shaft before starting to move, letting my thick cock slide against the warm embrace of her lubed tits.

“You’re going to breed my fertile little cunt with the biggest load you’ve ever shot, you hear me? I want you to pin me down and fuck me full of thick dick and hot cum... Fucking flood me, you understand? No holding back - I want daddy’s cum dripping out of me for days."

Mia pauses, panting slightly over the sound of my desperate moans.

*"*So... we’re agreed. Right, daddy? You enjoy the best titty fuck of your life, then you drain your edged, aching balls into this needy little breedslut and get her pregnant... Deal?”

Deal.

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Thank you for reading! We're close to the end of 'Book 1' now, so keep an eye out for part 21 - should be with you soon!