Nick lazed on the couch, his thumb flicking absentmindedly through his phone as he scrolled through social media. A knock at the door startled him, pulling him out of his bored haze. He sighed and pushed himself up from the couch, making his way to the front door.
When he opened it, a small figure stood on the other side, a shy smile on her face. Kaylee, a sweet five-year-old girl, stood there with a backpack slung over one shoulder. Nick's parents had hired him to babysit her for the evening.
"Hey, Kaylee. Come on in," Nick said, stepping aside to let her in.
Kaylee bounced into the living room, her eyes wide with excitement as she took in her surroundings. Nick led her over to the couch and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels until he found a kid-friendly show. Kaylee sat down next to him, her gaze fixed on the screen.
Nick glanced over at her and did a double-take. Kaylee was staring at him, her eyes wide and curious. He raised an eyebrow. "What's up, Kaylee? You look like you want to say something."
Kaylee looked down at her hands and then back up at Nick. "I want to play a game," she said softly.
Nick chuckled. "A game, huh? What kind of game?"
Kaylee bit her lip and looked up at him through her lashes. "I want to play a game where I make you feel good."
Nick was taken aback. "Uh, what do you mean, Kaylee?"
Kaylee looked up at him with big, innocent eyes. "I want to make you happy like you make me happy when you read me bedtime stories."
Nick started to feel uncomfortable. "Kaylee, that's not appropriate. I'm your babysitter, not your friend."
Kaylee pouted. "But I want to make you feel good. I promise I'll be quiet."
Nick hesitated. On the one hand, this was highly inappropriate. On the other hand, Kaylee was so cute and determined. He couldn't say no. "Fine," he said, "but only if you promise to stop if I tell you to."
Kaylee nodded eagerly and reached for Nick's pants. Nick stopped her. "Not here, Kaylee. Let's go to my room."
Nick led Kaylee to his room and closed the door behind them. Kaylee immediately went for his pants again, her small fingers fumbling with the button and zipper. Nick watched her with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. He had never experienced anything like this before.
Finally, Kaylee managed to get his pants down, revealing his boxers underneath. She looked up at him with a mischievous grin. "I'm going to make you feel so good, Nick."
Nick couldn't believe what was happening, but he was also excited. He let Kaylee continue, watching as she reached into his boxers and pulled him out. She began to stroke him gently, her small hand moving up and down.
Nick leaned back against the headboard, letting out a low moan as Kaylee continued. He couldn't believe how good it felt. He had never felt anything like this before.
Suddenly, Kaylee stopped and looked up at him. "Is this making you feel good, Nick?" she asked, her voice soft and innocent.
Nick nodded, unable to speak. Kaylee grinned and went back to work, her hand moving faster now. Nick could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Just as he was about to cum, Kaylee stopped again. "Nick," she said, her voice firm.
Nick opened his eyes and looked down at her. Kaylee was staring up at him, her expression serious. "What's wrong, Kaylee?" he asked, his voice husky.
"You said to stop if you told me to," Kaylee said, her voice firm.
Nick nodded, realizing that he had forgotten in the heat of the moment. "You're right, Kaylee. Thank you for stopping."
Kaylee smiled and stood up, pulling Nick's pants back up and buttoning them for him. "I'm glad I could make you feel good, Nick," she said, her voice soft.
Nick was stunned. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He had never experienced anything like this before.
Kaylee walked over to the door and opened it, turning back to look at Nick. "I'll see you tomorrow, Nick," she said, her voice cheerful.
Nick nodded, still in shock. "See you tomorrow, Kaylee."
As Kaylee left the room, Nick collapsed back onto the bed, his mind racing. He couldn't believe what had just happened. It was an unconventional babysitting gig, to say the least.
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