Forbidden temptation next door

George had been babysitting Emma since she was a baby. The black girl lived right across the street from him, and her parents often called him when they needed someone reliable to watch her. At twenty-five, he treated the job as easy side money and never thought twice about it.

Lately something had changed. Emma was growing up. Her once-flat backside had rounded out, and small breasts now pressed against her shirts. The sight made George’s cock twitch whenever he noticed, but he always forced the thoughts away: "This is wrong. She’s still too young. Stop looking".

One evening he was babysitting again. They sat on the sofa watching a movie. Without warning Emma climbed onto his lap, settling her weight right on his hips. George felt her warm butt cheeks through his pants and his body reacted instantly. Blood rushed south; his erection pushed up against her. He placed his hands on her waist and lifted her off gently.

“Emma, that’s uncomfortable for me,” he said, voice steady even though his heart pounded. “Sit beside me, okay?”

She shrugged and moved over, but the damage was done. The rest of the night George kept shifting on the couch, trying to hide the bulge in his jeans.

Later, alone in his bedroom, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He lay on his back, pulled his cock out, and closed his eyes. His hand wrapped around the shaft and started stroking.

In his mind the fantasy unfolded.

He pictured himself on the same sofa with Emma. He leaned in slowly, brushing his lips against hers for the very first time. She tasted sweet. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she copied the motion, learning how to kiss. They stayed like that, mouths moving together, until she pulled back with a shy smile.

“Show me more,” she whispered in his head.

George guided her hand down to his exposed cock. Her small fingers wrapped around it, exploring the heat and hardness. He showed her how to stroke up and down. Then he asked her to use her mouth. She knelt between his knees, opened wide, and took the head between her lips. The wet heat felt incredible. She bobbed her head, learning the rhythm, saliva dripping down his length while her tongue pressed along the underside.

After a few minutes he pulled her up and laid her on the sofa. He removed her clothes piece by piece until she lay naked beneath him. He kissed her budding breasts, sucked each small nipple, then moved lower. His tongue found her smooth pussy and licked slowly, tasting her. She gasped and spread her legs wider.

When she was wet and ready he positioned himself between her thighs. He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance and pushed forward gently. Inch by inch he sank into her tight heat until he was fully inside. They stayed still for a moment, foreheads touching.

“You feel so good,” he told her in the fantasy. “You’re perfect.”

He began to move, slow and careful thrusts that made the sofa creak. Emma wrapped her arms around his neck.

“They taught us in school how babies are made,” she said softly. “I want to have your white baby, George.”

The words sent a jolt through him. He picked up the pace, hips snapping forward. Each thrust went deeper. He kept murmuring praise between kisses.

“You’re such a good girl… so brave… I love being inside you…”

Emma moaned and clung to him. George’s balls tightened. He drove in one last time and released, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her. He stayed buried, pulsing, whispering how beautiful she was while his seed filled her.

Back in reality George’s hand flew faster. His cock erupted, shooting cum across his stomach and chest. He lay there panting, covered in his own seed, the fantasy still vivid behind his eyes.