Victoria's Temptations

Victoria was a babysitter. She'd been helping out a family around the corner from her parents' place. The kids were young and she could look after them and do her homework at the same time. It was convenient, but it was dull.

She'd never really got into any trouble because the family was always so supportive. Her mom was a bit overbearing, but her dad was pretty easy going and he trusted Victoria to keep things under control. She'd never done anything to warrant being punished.

Growing up, she was always the good girl. She didn't know how to misbehave, and the one time that she did, it didn't go very well. She hated feeling her parent’s disappointment with her, alone that was enough for her to not act out again.

Now that she'd been a year into the local college, she had more control over how she could spend time. She would sometimes be invited to parties, but her mom was always strict about her going out, so she didn't bother accepting any invites.

Still, Victoria was curious about the party culture. She didn't drink, but she knew that most students did.

The only thing was, Fred did drink. There was always a bottle of something or other in the kitchen cupboard. He was a hard worker, and he enjoyed winding down when he got home.

That's why, one night after she had put the kids to bed, she got curious and opened the pantry door. There was a bottle of bourbon inside. It was three quarters full. Victoria took it out and closed the door behind her. She wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do, but she figured that Fred wouldn't mind if she had a sip.

But now that she had the bottle in front of her... she wasn't actually sure how much she should drink. How was she supposed to know how much was too much?

"It's better not to risk it," she thought to herself, feeling embarrassed for even thinking about it, before placing the bottle back on the shelf. "I have homework to do anyway."

Victoria sat back down with her homework, but now that the idea was in her head, it was all she could think about.

She had a little more homework to do, but it wasn't anything too complicated. She just wanted to be done with it before the night was over, but she couldn't help but let her eyes thoughts back to the bottle.

"Oh, fuck it."

She stood up and retrieved the bottle once more, deciding to pour a half glass to start. Just a little to see what the fuss was about.

Victoria brought the glass to her nose, and sniffed. It smelt like burnt wood. Not the greatest of smells, but not awful either. She'd smelled worse when her friends had offered her plastic Vodka bottles back in high school.

She took a sip. The liquid burned her throat, and tasted nothing like it smelled.

Victoria had no idea how anyone could drink the stuff.

Still, she knew she had a half glass left, and she didn't want to waste it. She plugged her nose and took a few more sips until the glass was empty.

Then she placed it in the sink and went to watch some TV while she waited for Fred to return home.

The alcohol kicked in not long after. Victoria felt her mind getting cloudy and she had a slight buzz. She was surprised. She hadn't expected it to affect her, not with so little.

Her face felt hot, and her body felt light. Victoria found herself smiling and giggling as she watched some cartoons. By the end of the hour, she was warm and cozy on the couch, sleepy and feeling content with the universe.

A while later, Fred returned home from his shift. It was a doozy and he'd been running late. The last thing he wanted was to keep Victoria up late.

But when he arrived, she wasn't up. She was curled up on the couch, sleeping. Her long hair fell over her eyes and looked peaceful.

Fred had to admit, it was a relief to see her there, safe and sound. Sometimes, he worried distracting her from school work, especially since it was her first year.

He'd never had any issues with Victoria, she was consistent and solid.

Fred decided to let her sleep while he poured himself a drink. He'd been looking forward to this since the beginning of the day.

When he opened the cabinet door, however, he saw that the bottle on the wrong shelf. And it was more empty than when he'd left it last night.

He immediately understood what had happened. A curious girl, and a bottle of booze. It was a natural scenario.

When he returned to the living room, Victoria was still curled up on the couch, though, her dress had ridden up her thigh and revealed a hint of her underwear.

She looked peaceful, and Fred felt a pang of guilt for waking her. But, she needed to move off of the tiny loveseat or she would end up with a bad back.

He knelt down beside her and tried to wake her, but she only mumbled and buried her head deeper into the cushion.

"Victoria," he whispered, and shook her shoulder. "Victoria, you have to get up."

Her eyes fluttered open, and she blinked in the dim light. She was still drunk. She was in that pleasant space between awake and dreaming.

"Hmm, hello Fred," she smiled. "You're back."

"I am," he nodded. "Let's get you to bed, okay?"

"Okay."

He helped her up and helped her as she stumbled across the floor. When they reached the bedroom, Fred realized that she was too drunk to stay on her own.

"Victoria," he said, keeping his voice calm. "How much did you have?"

"Just a little," she replied.

"A little of what, sweetheart?"

"Of your bourbon," she yawned. "It's strong. I liked it."

"That's fine," Fred sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Let's get you to bed and get you some water, okay? I'll be right back. Just sit tight."

By the time Fred returned, Victoria was under the covers, already snoozing again.

Fred placed the glass of water on her nightstand and spotted her dress in a heap on the floor.

"What am I going to do with you?" he asked, picking up the garment and folding it.

He put it on the chair, and decided to finish his evening routine before worrying about what he was going to do with this now semi-nude girl in his bed.

He made himself a bourbon and watched some TV before brushing his teeth returning to the room to get into his side of the bed.

It was a big enough bed, and Victoria was asleep and curled up into a ball. It really wasn't a big deal.

Victoria was a sweet girl, and she needed help. This was simply him being a good Samaritan and helping her.

Still, as the lay there, Fred felt strange sleeping so close to her. Even though he was on his own side, he could feel the heat from her body.

She still smelled like bourbon, and Fred wondered how much she had drunk.

Victoria rolled over, and her leg brushed against his. Her skin was smooth and warm.

It had been a long time since he'd touched a woman. He couldn't deny that Victoria was attractive, but he would never dream of acting on that desire. She was far too young for him, and she was the babysitter.

It wasn't right.

"Stop being such a creep," he muttered, closing his eyes and willing himself to sleep as the young girl slept next to him.

Fred woke up in the night, and realized that Victoria was no longer on her side. She was on his, her leg draped across him and her head on his chest.

He felt her breath on his bare skin and felt his cock twitch.

This was a mistake. He shouldn't be sleeping with her.

He didn't want to wake her though. He didn't want her to wake up and realize where she was, and who she was with. All he could do was stay pinned by this sleeping girl and try to relax.

She began to move again. Her leg slipped higher, and he was suddenly aware that her thigh was now on his erection.

His heart beat faster. He couldn't get out. He couldn't move. All he could do was stay and wait for her to move.

Victoria stirred again, and the friction made his cock pulse. He stifled a groan.

He had no idea how he was going to get out of this without waking her. She was still clearly drunk, and she wasn't going to stop her unconscious teasing.

As her leg moved again, her thigh brushed against his balls and his entire body stiffened.

Fuck, she was killing him.

He didn't have to wait much longer, though, as she turned around to sleep on her other side, now facing away from him.

Fred let out a deep breath. His cock was throbbing and aching, and all he could do was lay there and ignore the discomfort.

He eventually fell back asleep, though, but it wasn't a restful slumber. His dreams were filled with images of Victoria.

Victoria laying in his bed, his arms wrapped around her as they spooned. Her perfect, plump ass was pressed against his hardness.

He was behind her, and she was grinding her hips against him. Her pussy was wet and his cock was leaking precum.

He pulled her panties to the side and entered her from behind. He fucked her slow, but steady.

Her pussy was tight, and he could tell that she was enjoying his cock by the way her body was responding.

She was moaning and breathing hard as his hips moved against him. His hand wrapped around her and his fingers found her breast.

He rolled her nipple between his fingers, making her squirm and moan as his rough hands caressed her soft skin.

Fred couldn't remember the last time he'd had sex. It had been too long.

The dream was so vivid, he could almost feel her wetness dripping onto him. Her juices were coating his shaft as he fucked her.

Fred groaned. His cock was rock hard and he was close to climax.

"Fuck," he muttered as he grabbed her hips and sank himself fully inside of her, his body preparing for release.

He came hard, his cock buried deep inside of her, his warm cum filling her womb.

He groaned as his cock pulsed and he emptied his balls within her.

His orgasm was intense and his mind drifted elsewhere as his mind shifted to another dream.

The next morning, Victoria woke up, with a massive hangover. Her head was pounding, and she felt sick to her stomach.

"Oh, god," she moaned, pulling the covers over her head as the light of the window stung her eyes. "Is the sun always that bright?" She thought to herself.

She didn't understand. Where was she? She'd been on the couch, but now she was laying in bed next to... Fred?

Oh no.

Had she really slept with him? She couldn't remember anything. She remembered drinking his bourbon, and watching cartoons, but nothing else. Certainly not getting undressed or walking into his room.

"Oh, fuck." She thought as she rolled herself up and retrieved her discarded dress on the floor.

Once dressed, she slogged her way to the bathroom, her head pounding with every step.

She decided to step into the shower and try to wash away the feeling of shame. As she stripped though, she looked down at her panties and found them completely drenched.

What the hell had happened?

She stepped into the shower and turned the water on as hot as it could go, hoping the steam and heat would clear her head.

She stood under the stream, letting the water fall over her head, her hands flat on the tile wall, as her mind raced with thoughts.

Her pussy felt warm and wet. More wet than usual. And her clit was throbbing.

She felt her cheeks flush.

"It's probably nothing," she told herself. "I'm just stressed."

She tried to ignore the feeling and wash her body, but her pussy was still pulsing, and her clit was still begging for attention.

She bit her lip as she felt the need growing stronger.

"Fine," she thought as she let her hand sneak down between her legs. "I'll make it quick."

Her fingers ran through her soft folds and found her sensitive bud, still swollen and needy from her sleep.

Her breath hitched as she stroked her clit, the warmth in her belly growing with each touch.

"Fuck," she moaned as her other hand came up to massage her breasts, teasing herself with light touches, and gentle pinches.

Her body tingled and her legs trembled. Her orgasm was close. She was so close. She could feel it building. Her pussy was on fire.

Her fingers sped up as she chased her release. She could feel it building, her muscles tense and her breathing laboured.

"Come on, come on," she whimpered as her hips rocked back and forth. She never got this horny, or this needy, this desperate to get off. But today was different. Her pussy felt sore and desperate for release.

Her orgasm hit her like a wave. Her knees buckled and she let out a soft moan as her legs turned to jelly. She braced herself against the wall and tried to stay upright as her body quivered and her mind went blank.

When her breathing finally slowed, she sat down in the shower, trying to regain her composure. She had no idea what was wrong with her, but something was definitely different.

As the warm water washed over her, she felt her body relax, and the stress and worry from the night before faded away.

"Maybe this isn't so bad," she thought. "Maybe I just needed a release."

She closed her eyes and leaned back against the shower wall, letting the water run over her body, the heat and steam making her feel calm.

She took a deep breath and exhaled, the air escaping her lungs and floating up into the air, dancing around her face, leaving her skin feeling refreshed, or as refreshed as she could feel with her pounding headache.

She sighed and opened her eyes, getting up and turning off the shower before toweling herself off.

"I need more sleep," she told herself as she wrapped herself in a towel and wandered back to the bed.

She collapsed onto the bed and snuggled into the covers in her towel, hoping to sleep away her hangover.

Her head was still pounding, but the shower had helped her relax, and she was able to drift off into a peaceful slumber, her body curled up and warm under the covers.

Fred awoke to the feeling of a body pressing up against him. It was Victoria, but now she was nude.

Fred didn't know what to do. She'd been drunk and passed out, sure, but when had she lost her clothes?

She was laying on her side, and her ass was pressing against his erection. Her hair was still damp, and he could smell her shampoo. She must have got up and showered while he was sleeping.

He couldn't move. She was asleep and naked in his bed, and could feel himself getting hard.

She moved again, and his cock pressed against her ass. His breathing was heavy and his heart was racing.

He thought back on his dream and remembered how her pussy felt, wet and tight. He could almost feel it now, inches away from his aching cock.

His erection strained against his boxers, and he could feel the pre-cum dripping from his tip.

He had to be careful. If she woke up and felt his hard-on... He didn't want to think about what would happen.

"Oh, God," he groaned, closing his eyes and trying to focus on something else, but there was no way he was imagining that perfectly round ass against his hardness. She was grinding against him, her movements slow but deliberate.

She was horny. Her arousal was obvious. Her wetness was seeping through his boxers and onto his shaft.

"Fuck," he hissed as his hips began to grind against her, his body responding instinctively to the friction.

His hands moved to her hips, holding her in place as he ground his cock against her ass. His breathing was ragged and his pulse was racing.

He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. She was so close, and her body was so soft.

He pulled down his boxers, and his cock sprang free, his thick shaft sliding between her ass cheeks as he felt her wetness slick against him.

"Fuck, you feel good," he groaned, his voice only a whisper.

He held her in place, his hips grinding against her, his cock throbbing and leaking precum as he ground against her.

He knew he was close. He could feel his orgasm building. He could feel his balls tightening and his shaft pulsing.

"Fuck," he grunted as he felt his willpower waning, his willpower to not push her lips apart and slip his cock into her clearly wet and eager hole.

He bit his lip and squeezed her hips, his grip tightening as his body tensed.

She moaned and wiggled against him, her body arching and her ass pressing harder against his shaft.

"Please," he thought he heard her say.

Was he imagining it? Was he hearing what he wanted to hear?

No, he couldn't have. She was moaning and whimpering as he continued to grind against her, his hand roaming over her breasts now, and gently pinching her nipples.

"Mmm," she whimpered again, this time unmistakable. The slut was definitely horny.

He should pull away to stop this madness before he went too far, but she felt too good as she shifted and he felt the head of his cock now slipping against her lips.

He groaned, his breathing ragged and his body tense.

"Fuck," He thought. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

He couldn't take it anymore. He had to feel her pussy around his shaft.

She was so wet, and his cock was so slick with her juices. He pressed forward, just barely, and felt her lips part and his cock began to sink into her tight, wet heat.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned, staying still, savoring the feeling of her walls hugging the tip of shaft.

She was so tight. So warm. So perfect.

He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe how good she felt.

He knew he shouldn't be doing this. He shouldn't be fucking his babysitter. He should be pulling away and apologizing. But it was too late, and Victoria ultimately chose for him as she pushed back against him, his cock sinking deeper inside of her.

"Fuck," he grunted, his hands tightening on her hips, his nails digging into her soft flesh as the girl rocked against him, her body urging him deeper.

He was losing control, and the last threads of his willpower were being torn apart by her tight pussy.

She moaned and whimpered, her body thrusting against his cock. She needed it. She wanted it. And he was happy to give it to her, but he needed this to stop before he both did something he regretted.

He pulled away, his cock leaving her warm folds as her body tried, desperate, to find it again.

But his willpower pulled through as he got up to walk to the kitchen and check on the kids.

"This is madness," he thought to himself as he poured out a bourbon. "I can't fuck the babysitter."

But then Fred looked down to spot the unmistakable cum staining the front of his boxers. Was it a dream, or had he already crossed that line?

The end.