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• The Babysitter’s Ass – Gia gives it up

  July 19, 2026

  Gia has been teasing Daryl every time she comes over to babysit. Tonight, he is at her apartment and he takes what he wants.

  The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds of Gia’s apartment, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Daddy Daryl leaned back on the couch, his eyes tracing the curve of Gia’s hips as she walked past him, her sundress swaying with each step. He had been watching her for weeks now, ever since she started babysitting his niece and nephew. But tonight was different. Tonight, he had decided he was going to make his move.

  Gia turned to him, a playful smirk tugging at her lips as she caught him staring. “What?” she asked, her voice teasing.

  Daddy Daryl chuckled, running a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair. “You know exactly what, Gia. You’ve been teasing me for weeks.”

  She rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it. Instead, she sauntered over to the couch and sat down beside him, her thigh pressing against his. “Maybe I just like keeping you on your toes,” she purred, her fingers tracing idle circles on his chest.

  Daryl’s breath hitched as her touch sent a jolt straight to his groin. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her shoulder, then trailing down her arm. “You’ve been doing more than that,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. “You’ve been driving me crazy.”

  Gia leaned in closer, her lips hovering just inches from his. “Maybe you like it,” she whispered, her breath warm against his mouth.

  He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he closed the distance between them, his mouth crashing into hers in a deep, hungry kiss. Gia moaned into it, her hands gripping his shirt as she pulled him closer. Their tongues tangled together, hot and wet, as Daryl’s hands slid down to grip her waist, pulling her onto his lap.

  She straddled him, her dress riding up just enough to tease him with the sight of her lace panties. Daryl groaned, his cock stiffening instantly beneath her. “Fuck, Gia,” he growled, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. “You’re so goddamn perfect.”

  Gia arched into his touch, a whimper escaping her lips as he squeezed her nipples between his fingers. “Daryl,” she breathed, her hips grinding against his cock. “You’ve wanted this for so long, haven’t you?”

  He didn’t answer. Instead, he stood abruptly, lifting her with him, and carried her over to the bedroom. Gia wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails raking down his back as he laid her down on the bed.

  He didn’t waste any time. His hands were everywhere—yanking her dress over her head, unclasping her bra, pulling her panties down her legs. Gia was left in nothing but her bare skin, her body flushed and trembling with need. Daryl groaned at the sight of her, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, his voice rough with lust.

  Gia bit her lip, her eyes dark with desire as she watched him strip out of his clothes. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and she licked her lips in anticipation. “I want you inside me,” she whispered, her voice husky.

  Daryl didn’t need to be told twice. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her thighs. He leaned down, his mouth closing around one of her nipples, sucking hard as his fingers slid down to find her wet and ready for him.

  Gia gasped, her back arching off the bed as he circled her clit with his thumb. “Oh, fuck—Daryl,” she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair.

  He grinned against her skin before trailing kisses down her body, his tongue swirling around her belly button before dipping lower. Gia’s breath hitched as his mouth found her pussy, his tongue lapping at her folds with slow, deliberate strokes. She moaned, her hips lifting off the bed as he pushed two fingers inside her, curling them just right.

  “Oh, God—yes, just like that,” she gasped, her thighs trembling around his head.

  Daryl growled, his fingers fucking her harder as his tongue worked her clit. Gia’s moans filled the room, her body writhing beneath him as pleasure coiled tight inside her. She was close—so fucking close—and he wasn’t about to let her come without him inside her.

  With a groan, he pulled his fingers from her and lined himself up, his cock pressing against her entrance. Gia’s eyes locked onto his as he pushed inside, her walls stretching around him in a tight, wet heat.

  “Fuck—Daryl!” she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.

  He bottomed out inside her, his balls pressing against her ass as he groaned. “You feel so good, baby,” he growled, his hips pulling back before slamming into her again.

  Gia moaned, her head tossing back as he fucked her hard and deep. “Yes—fuck, yes, just like that,” she whimpered, her body arching up to meet each of his thrusts.

  Daryl’s hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he pounded into her. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mixed with Gia’s breathless moans and his guttural groans. “You take my cock so well,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “So fucking tight.”

  Gia whimpered, her inner walls fluttering around him as pleasure built higher and higher. “I’m gonna come,” she gasped, her thighs trembling around his waist.

  “Come for me, baby,” Daryl growled, his hips snapping harder against hers. “Milk my cock with that sweet pussy.”

  Her orgasm crashed over her with a scream, her body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her. Daryl groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. “Fuck—Gia, I’m gonna—”

  He didn’t finish his sentence before he was coming, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he filled her with his cum. Gia moaned, her nails raking down his back as she rode out the last waves of her own orgasm.

  Daryl collapsed on top of her, his breath ragged as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. Gia wrapped her arms around him, her body still trembling with aftershocks. “Fuck,” she breathed, her voice soft and satisfied.

  Daryl chuckled, rolling onto his side and pulling her against him. “Yeah,” he agreed, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin. “Fuck indeed.”

  But they weren’t done yet.

  Daryl’s hand slid down her body, his fingers finding her ass. Gia’s breath hitched as he circled her tight hole with a teasing touch. “You ever let a man fuck you here?” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.

  Gia shivered, her body already responding to the promise in his words. “No,” she admitted, her voice breathy. “But I want you to.”

  Daryl groaned, his cock already stirring back to life inside her. “Good,” he growled, his fingers sliding lower to coat his cock with her wetness before pressing against her ass. “Because I’m gonna fuck this tight little ass until you scream.”

  Gia moaned, her body tensing slightly as he pushed inside. It burned at first, the stretch almost too much, but Daryl was relentless, his fingers digging into her hips as he worked himself in inch by inch.

  “Oh, fuck—Daryl, it’s so—” Gia gasped, her words dissolving into a moan as he bottomed out inside her.

  “Good girl,” he growled, his hips pulling back before slamming into her again. “Take it, baby. Take my cock in that tight ass.”

  Gia’s moans filled the room, her body struggling to adjust to the invasion but loving every second of it. Daryl fucked her hard, his balls slapping against her pussy with each thrust. The sensation was overwhelming—so different from before, but so fucking good.

  “Fuck—yes, just like that,” she whimpered, her fingers clawing at the sheets.

  Daryl groaned, his own pleasure building higher as he watched his cock disappear into her ass. “You like that, baby?” he growled. “Like my cock stretching that tight little hole?”

  “Y-yes,” Gia stuttered, her body trembling as another orgasm began to build. “Fuck, I’m gonna come again—”

  “Come for me,” Daryl commanded, his hips snapping harder against hers. “Let me feel that ass clamp down on my cock.”

  Gia screamed as her orgasm tore through her, her body convulsing around him as Daryl groaned, his own release following hers. He buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her ass with his cum.

  They collapsed onto the bed, both of them breathless and spent. Daryl pulled Gia against him, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Fuck,” he breathed, his voice rough with satisfaction.

  Gia let out a shaky laugh, her body still trembling from the intensity of it all. “Yeah,” she agreed, her voice soft. “Fuck is right!”

  Stay naughty, Readers

  Gia 💋

• Gia’s weekend with Thomas

  June 25, 2026

  Part 2

  Gia gives into a handsome older stranger’s commands for exploration and pleasure. 

  The next evening, Thomas called me just as the sun dipped below the horizon. “Meet me at the Washington Square train station,” he instructed, his voice low and commanding.

  My heart raced as I made my way to the station, my mind flooded with the events of the previous night. The memory of his strong hands on my body, his rough touches igniting a fire within me, had haunted my thoughts all day long.

  Thomas was waiting for me at the platform, his eyes gleaming with a predator’s hunger as he took in the sight of me. I wore a short, red dress that hugged my curves, my long legs seemingly showcased just for him.

  Without a word, he guided me toward a sleek, corporate-looking building across the street, his hand firmly gripping my elbow. We ascended a private elevator, the anticipation building with each floor we passed.

  The apartment was stunning, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline. But it was the man beside me that truly dominated my attention.

  Thomas swept me into his arms, his lips crashing against mine in a passionate, demanding kiss. I surrendered to his advances, my body melting into his as he explored every curve and contour with his skilled hands.

  He led me to the bedroom, the tableaux of a king-sized bed against the window leaving no doubt as to his intentions. With a devilish glint in his eye, Thomas stripped off my dress, leaving me bare before him.

  “Oh, Gia,” he groaned, his gaze roving over my exposed skin. “You are a vision of beauty.”

  And then he was on me, his mouth trailing fire across my throat, down to the sensitive skin of my breasts. I arched into his touch, moaning at the exquisite pleasure he elicited.

  Thomas lavished attention on every inch of me, exploring my body with a passionate intensity that left me breathless and wanting more. His big, rough hands cupped and kneaded my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples until they stood erect, begging for his touch.

  “Touch me, Gia,” he commanded, his voice ragged with desire. “Explore how you like being touched.”

  I hesitantly reached out, my fingers tracing the lines of his broad chest, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. He guided my hand lower, until my palm pressed against the straining bulge in his pants.

  “Feel that, Gia?” he whispered, his hips bucking into my touch. “That’s all for you. You’re going to make me lose control.”

  Emboldened by his words, I reached for his belt, fumbling with the buckle before Thomas took over, freeing his erection with a few swift movements. I gasped at the sight of him, his shaft thick and veined, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

  Thomas positioned me on my back, his body looming over mine as he stroked himself, the sight of him filling my vision and consuming my focus. “Oral, Gia,” he instructed roughly. “Show me how good you can make me feel.”

  Without hesitation, I sank down, my lips meeting the head of his cock. I swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting the salty essence of his desire. Thomas groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair as he guided me down further, deeper into his throbbing shaft.

  I bobbed my head, taking him in as far as I could, savoring the velvety texture and the way he pulsed in my mouth. Thomas’s hips hitched with each downward stroke, his grip on my hair tightening as he neared the edge.

  Suddenly, he pulled me off, his chest heaving with restrained breaths. “Enough,” he growled, his eyes wild with lust. “I need to be inside you, Gia. Now.”

  Without further preamble, Thomas flipped me onto my hands and knees, his hands gripping my hips as he positioned himself at my entrance. With one swift thrust, he plunged deep inside me, filling me completely.

  I cried out at the sudden invasion, my walls clenching around him as he began to move, his powerful strokes sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. Thomas’s grunts and groans filled the room, mingling with my own breathless moans as he pounded into me with reckless abandon.

  The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed, my body prey to his primal hunger, sent me hurtling toward the brink. As Thomas’s pace quickened, I felt my release building, my inner muscles fluttering around him.

  “Yes, Gia, just like that,” he encouraged, his voice strained with exertion. “Squeeze me, milk me. You’re mine.”

  With a final, brutal thrust, Thomas buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsating as he found his release. I came undone beneath him, waves of ecstasy washing over me as he filled me with his hot, thick seed.

  We collapsed to the mattress, our bodies entwined as we caught our breath, the afterglow of our passion lingering. In that moment, I knew I had surrendered myself entirely to this mysterious, intoxicating man. And I was ready for whatever torrid adventures lay ahead.

  I get juicy thinking about Thomas, and the way he touches me. I can’t stop my fingers from dripping between my legs.

  Stay naughty, 

  Gia 💦