Babysitter, Spitroasted

Story Excerpt

I knew the moment she walked into my man cave that we were all in trouble. Hailey used to be the babysitter, now she’s nineteen, all grown up, and wearing barely anything at all while serving wings and beers to me and my two best friends. We tried to keep it casual, pretend the game mattered, but the way her body moved had us ready to ruin her. One second she was teasing us with that perfect little mouth, and the next she was on her knees, taking everything we gave her. We didn’t hold back. Not when she begged for more. Not when she asked to be used. This is the story of the night we spitroasted the babysitter, and made sure she knew exactly who she belonged to.