Babysitter's Bonus

Street lights passed by the window of Mr. Baxter's car. They had been driving for about ten minutes. Cindy's heart was pounding in her chest, she had been waiting for this. She sat in the passenger seat of her employer's sports car and visibly trembled. She looked at Mr. Baxter again. He was a magnificent specimen of a tiger. Tall, broad in the chest and shoulders, powerful looking legs and gorgeous stripes under his suave black suit. He was certainly a giant next to his passenger; a petite, high school doe he hired to babysit his boy-cub. He glanced over at her with eyes that made her legs wobble. She could tell where he was looking. The gap in her thighs, her tight little butt, her slim stomach, her quaint but round C-cups.

Mr. Baxter licked his lips, momentarily baring his fangs. A thrill shot through the little doe at the sight, biting her lip out of habit. He returned his gaze to the road. They approached the edge of a forest to their right and slowed down. Mr. Baxter carefully took the car off-road and onto a beaten dirt path. Cindy's legs tensed and closed-in further, trembling even harder. Her breathing grew heavier, and began to fog the glass of the window. After a few minutes, the tiger parked in a clearing under an old oak tree of venerable size, completely obscured from the road through the trees. He turned the key and the engine went silent, then unbuckled and turned to face his babysitter. A deep rumble slowly built in his chest. He placed a hand on Cindy's knee and gave a firm but gentle squeeze.

“M-Mister... Baxter...” she said, her words as infirm as her body. “We- we shouldn't.. D- D- Do this...”

His hand slowly crept up her thigh, claws gently sliding over her flesh. “You've hardly a choice in the matter, my dear.” He growled, leaning in toward her.

“But- but I have a b-boyfriend!” she dishonestly protested. Her breathing quickened and her cheeks flushed red.

“And yet,” Mr. Baxter began, as his hand passed the edge of her jean micro-shorts and slipped under the waistband. She stiffened and shivered uncontrollably. “Your body is screaming my name.”

“Buhhh... Buuut...” she whispered, a lustful smile betraying her charade, “We caaaan't...”

The tiger grabbed his cervine babysitter's shirt collar and brought her in for a kiss. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, their tongues dancing energetically. His hand rubbed madly in her crotch as she squealed in his mouth. He pulled back, removing his hand from her shorts and leaving Cindy's tongue hanging from her mouth as she panted. Mr. Baxter released her safety belt and leaned back in his seat, unzipping his suit pants. He pulled out his long, thick, spiky feline pride to the drooling admiration of his passenger. The game had begun.

“Open wide, little doe,” Mr. Baxter huffed, getting a firm grip on the back of Cindy's head, “Bon appétit!”

“Please, don't” she breathed, the look on her face conveying the exact opposite wish, “its too big!”

Mr. Baxter shoved the little doe's mouth onto his cock without further delay, her insincere resistance barely noticeable to his strength. Her hands gently pushed back against him in mock struggle as her mouth slurped and sucked in earnest, barely getting halfway down his length. Her tongue wrapped and wriggled along his barbs, drawing out long, purring moans from her employer. Occasionally he lifted her head up so she could disingenuously protest, saying things like, “please, stop,” “you're choking me,” or, “I just wanna go home.”

While the sneaky forest sex had been going on for quite a while, the role-playing was a recent adaption, and entirely Cindy's idea. It took quite a few tries for Mr. Baxter to warm to it, but as soon as he did, they never went back to vanilla sex. From then on, every night after Cindy finished babysitting his adorable little cub charlie, Mr. Baxter would secret his babysitter off to the woods and 'violate' her. They had a safe-word, but Mr. Baxter had a suspicion it would take more than he could ever think of for her to use it.

After a prolonged deep push, he released her head and she reluctantly pulled off his member, tears of suffocation streaming down her ecstatic face and tongue hanging out her huffing mouth. “Please... Mr. Baxter... No more...” He dove in for another kiss. While their mouths worked, he reached under her shirt and around her back, unhooking her bra.

The tiger pulled away and got out of his side of the car, slamming the door. She watched him cross the front of the vehicle and practically bounced in her seat in anticipation, quietly unzipping her shorts and tossing her bra into the back seat. The passenger side door flung open and Cindy yelped in excitement. Mr. Baxter stood outside the door with his impressive member bobbing in the moonlight, his tail swinging behind him as if ready to pounce. With a snarl, he lunged forward and grabbed the doe's arm. She halfheartedly shouted protests and cries for help as he pulled her out of the car and walked her over to the front, bending her over the hood. He flung her tiny shorts down her legs, pulled aside her bubblegum-pink panties, and grabbed her hips. Cindy couldn't keep from giggling with glee and she felt his wet nose bury itself in her hindquarters. “Plehehease! Nooohohohoho!” She spectacularly failed to keep her non-consenting tone as the tiger's textured tongue played merry hell with her nethers. Her body shook violently from the first of many orgasms she expected to have that night.

Mr. Baxter lapped up her juices and stood up, resting his penis' shaft on her tight little butt. He thrust his member up and down her ass while she did her best to sound like she was sobbing rather than panting in lust. Digging his claws into her her hind-cheeks, just shy of drawing blood, the tiger drew back his hips and prodded at her moist pussy with his barbed tip. Cindy shuddered and bit her lip, the tears conveniently shed from her orgasm dripping onto the car hood. With a roar, Mr. Baxter rammed himself balls deep in a single thrust, drawing a long shriek of pain and pleasure from the babysitter. Without delay, he savagely pounded the poor doe's tail-end; deep, rough, fast thrusts causing the car to dip and bounce from his strength. Cindy could no longer keep up her victim-act and screamed in ecstasy as she jostled to-and-fro like a rag doll.

Mr. Baxter pinned her torso flat to the hood with a hand, her tits squishing and her hot, red face turned and pressed against the cool metal. His other hand went to work spanking and slapping her delicate round butt. She yelped and giggled, but no more words formed from the fireworks going off in her head. Her rump soon resembled her face in the shade of red it now wore. He brought a hand around to her chest and pulled her up to his, pulling off her shirt and snarling in her ear. He groped and clawed her cute little tits and gripped her shoulder with his jaws. She felt electricity surge through her from where his fangs met her flesh, and was soon overcome with another climax. Her voice petered out as she screamed herself hoarse, and the tiger finally slowed his pace. He released her shoulder from his maw and brought his lips to her ear.

“I wonder where I should deposit your bonus this time,” Mr. Baxter growled, cupping her chin while he spooned her. “ Maybe I'll blow all over your pretty face and tits, so you can show your parents what a good little cumslut you are when you walk in the door.”

“Ah... I'm nah... I'm not a slut~...” Cindy whispered. The wetness dripping from her thighs told a different story.

“Sure you're not,” he replied, straightening his back and pulling slowly out of her pussy. She groaned and whined as his barbs tickled and tugged at her passage. He slapped her red ass once more, and she turned around, pretending to cower before the tiger. He forced the doe to her knees, bringing her eye-level with his rock-hard feline member. He fully undid his pants and let them fall to the ground. She made a show of resisting, shaking her head and batting at him with her arms, before he grabbed her wrists, held them at his sides, and pulled her onto his cock. He bucked his hips and she spat and gagged on his length. Her nose poked into his fur and her neck bulged at the back of her jaw.

“Maybe in here?” he grunted, “you want me to mark my territory in your mouth? Give your wimpy boyfriend a little treat?” She pulled away and shook her head, but still lolling her tongue. The fabrication of a boyfriend for these games was a great idea! Mr. Baxter whipped her face with his stiff cock a little bit before forcing her back down on it. “Rrmmff! Damn girl! Maybe you're just thirsty!” he snarled as he pushed deeper, making the bulge in Cindy's neck bigger. “You want that tiger protein straight down your throat, don'tcha?!”

Cindy's reply, if she was even lucid enough to give one, came in the form of several loud squeaks and gurgles, along with the wet slapping of her face against the tiger's pelvis. Her own juices from the earlier penetration splattered her lips and cheeks with every impact. Her legs tensed and flexed inward, and the ground at her knees was growing damp. After a final, deep dip, he released the doe's arms and let her pull away. She gasped and hacked and coughed, tears now fully streaming down her cherry-red face, joining with her saliva and vaginal secretions. She looked up at Mr. Baxter, and his eyes looked like they glowed in the dark.

“No...” he said, his tail swinging, “I know what I'm gonna do...” He grabbed Cindy from her underarms and tossed her on her back on the hood of the car. He grabbed her ankles and spread the does legs wide open. He dug his claws into the waistband of her sopping wet panties and shred them down the front. “I'm gonna give Charlie a little brother!”

“What?!” she exclaimed, putting on her best horrified expression. “No! You can't!”

“Watch me!” he roared back, leaping onto the hood. He bent her legs back into a mating-press and lined up his baby-maker.

“NO!!!” She bugged out her eyes and pushed against his chest. For a split second, she was afraid her act was too convincing and would frighten him out of his groove. Her fears were dashed when she felt his huge cock stretch out her insides. Cindy's entire world shook and boomed as she held on for dear life to the tiger's massive shoulders. The car dipped with the weight and force his pounding and its alarm started going off. Mr. Baxter ignored it.

“Please,” she groaned, “you can't do this to me! I'm not ready!”

“Sure you are,” he snarled, “you take such good care of Charlie! What's one more little boy gonna change?!”

“Buh! But what if its a girl?!”

“Then I guess we'll just have to try again!”

The banging and creaking from the abused vehicle grew louder and faster. Their moans and grunts turned into shrieks and shouts and the car alarm buzzed and squealed; it's really a wonder how they've never been caught before. Soon enough, Cindy felt the tiger's rod stiffen and throb.

“Mister Baxter! Please! Pull out!” she begged.

“No can do, babe!” he grunted, his breathing giving away how close he was, “cub number two's not gonna wait!”

“Please! I can't get pregnant!”

“I beg to differ!”

“Mister Baxter!”

“Ohhhhh FUCK, girl!”

“MISTER BAXTER!!”

“Here it comes!!”

“DON'T DO IT!!”

“GONNA MAKE BABYSITTING...”

“PLEASE!!”

“...A FULL-TIME JOB!!!”

“NOOOO!!!!”

Mr. Baxter's roaring nearly left poor Cindy deaf. He dropped his mighty chest onto hers, pressing her flat to the metal, and kept bucking his hips. His cock let loose a torrent of his seed as he kept fucking her, eventually causing it to spurt out onto the hood of the car. After a little bit, he ground to a halt, balls deep in his babysitter. They panted and wheezed, their breaths fogging in the night air. Mr. Baxter finally rose slightly off of Cindy's chest, and gave her nose a lick. “How was that, sweetie?”

Still catching her breath, she slowly turned her head to meet his gaze. “Oh, Mister Baxter...” she sighed, “you get better every time!” She struggled to lean in for a kiss, and he considerately leaned down the rest of the way. Their tongues danced in earnest affection, neither of them having the energy to moan anymore. They broke the kiss, and made to get off the car. Mr. Baxter picked up his suit pants, dug in the pocket for his keys, and shut off the alarm. Cindy let his cock-milk drain out of her pussy over the lip of the car before putting on her shorts again. She peeled her ruined panties off the hood, wiped up the rest of their mess and sniffed them. She shuddered, and handed them to the tiger, who took his own drag from them and purred, before tossing them into the forest. Mr. Baxter noticed the mixture of spittle and pussy-juice caked on the doe's face. He cradled her head in his hands and began cleaning her with his tongue.

“Mister Baxter!” she giggled and squealed in delight as he purred and lapped up the evidence. When he was satisfied, he released her and they walked back to the car. They sat down, strapped in, and both let out a deep breath. Mr. Baxter keyed the engine, put the car in gear, and drove back out onto the road.

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They pulled in next to her house's driveway and parked. Mr. Baxter pulled out his wallet. “Think you can babysit again on Friday?”

Cindy turned to him and smiled, “you bet, big boy.” She gave him a small peck on the lips. He opened his wallet and pulled out a one-hundred dollar bill. He held a finger to his lips, and she returned the gesture. She accepted the money, and made to get out of the car, but not before the tiger reached out and smacked her poor bruised rear. She gasped and glared back at him, biting her lip. He bared his fangs and bobbed his eyebrows. They both chuckled as she close the door, and stood to watch her employer's car drive away.