Elli_Mae

• Babysitter’s Dirty Night of Ass Play

  August 23, 2026

  Babysitter Elli Mae’s Dirty Country Night of Teasing and Ass Play

  I’m just a little country hick babysitter who never planned on getting that wet for the man whose brats I was watching… but the second I walked out in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a tiny pair of panties, I knew exactly what kind of night it was gonna be.

  The house was quiet. Brats were finally asleep upstairs. He was sitting on that big leather couch looking tired and stressed after a long day. I padded in barefoot, the soft cotton of my shirt barely covering the curve of my ass, the thin white panties already a little damp between my thighs. I could feel his eyes on me the second I bent over to pick up a toy from the floor. That t-shirt rode up and gave him a clear view of how the fabric clung to my round country-girl cheeks.

  “Everything okay, Elli Mae?” he asked, voice a little rough. I straightened up slow, let the shirt fall just enough to tease, and smiled that sweet, innocent babysitter smile. “Just makin’ sure everything’s tidy, sir.” I said it soft, southern, and pure… while my fingers casually brushed the hem of my panties, tugging them a little higher so the soft fabric disappeared between my cheeks.

  He swallowed hard. I climbed onto the couch next to him, tucking my legs under me so the shirt rode up again. My bare thigh brushed his. I could smell the soap on his skin mixed with whatever stress he’d brought home. My voice dropped lower. “You look like you need to relax. Want me to help with that?”

  His hand landed on my knee. I didn’t pull away. I leaned in closer, letting the soft weight of my tits press against his arm through the thin shirt. No bra. Just warm country girl flesh and hard little nipples. I felt him get hard against the side of my thigh and I grinned.

  “Babysitter’s got rules,” I whispered, “but tonight I’m breakin’ every single one.” I swung a leg over his lap and sat right down on that thick cock straining in his pants. The only thing between us was my soaked panties and his zipper. I rolled my hips slow, grinding the wet cotton against him while I pulled the t-shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. Bare tits, hard nipples, and that little country-hick smile.

  He grabbed my ass hard. I moaned into his mouth when he kissed me, messy and hungry. My hands worked his belt open, freed that heavy cock, and stroked it while I kept grinding. The head of his dick nudged the soaked crotch of my panties. I tugged the fabric to the side and sank down, taking him all the way in one slow, filthy slide. Fuck, he filled me so good.

  I rode him like the dirty little babysitter I was, tits bouncing, country accent slipping out in every moan. “Goddamn, you feel so big inside me… stretchin’ this tight babysitter pussy…” He spanked my ass and I clenched around him. Then his fingers slid between my cheeks, found my tight little hole, and started teasing. I gasped.

  “You like that, Elli Mae?” he growled. I nodded hard, bouncing faster. “Yes… play with my ass while you fuck me… please…” One thick finger pushed inside my tight hole while his cock pounded up into me. The stretch burned so good. I came hard, shaking, soaking his cock and the couch beneath us.

  He flipped me over, bent me over the arm of the couch, and slammed back into my dripping cunt. Two fingers worked my ass open while he fucked me deep. I was moaning loud enough I almost forgot the brats were upstairs. “Harder… use my ass too…” He pulled out, spit on my hole, and pushed the head of his cock against it. I pushed back, taking him inch by filthy inch until that thick shaft was buried in my ass.

  Ass play with the man I was babysitting for. My face pressed into the leather, t-shirt and panties long gone, country-hick body getting used like a dirty little toy. He fucked my ass deep and steady, one hand reaching under to rub my clit. I came again, clenching around his cock, and he followed, flooding my tight hole with thick, hot cum.

  We stayed like that for a minute, him still buried in my ass, both of us breathing hard. I looked back over my shoulder with that same sweet smile. “Guess this babysitter needs a raise… or at least a good phone sex session so I can tell you every filthy detail again.”

  If you want to hear more about how this little country hick babysitter takes it in every hole, how I moan when fingers and cocks stretch my ass, or how I talk dirty while I touch myself thinking about nights like that… call me. I’ll be waiting, panties already pushed to the side, ready to give you the hottest phone sex you’ve ever had.

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• Furry Fantasy Phone Sex

  July 26, 2026

  Furry Fantasy Phone Sex: How This Country Girl Became Master’s Playful Puppy

  Furry fantasy phone sex started the second Master told me to get on all fours and bark for him. I’m just a simple country girl most days—bare feet in the grass, sweet tea on the porch—but that night my voice went soft and high and I let the puppy take over completely. “Arf… arf, Master,” I whispered into the phone, already feeling my whole body flush with dirty submission.

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  He made me describe every little detail while I crawled across my bedroom floor. The way my bare knees pressed into the soft rug. How I stuck my ass up high like a good little puppy presenting. I told him I was wearing nothing but a pink collar I’d bought just for nights like this, the metal tag jingling every time I moved. My southern drawl got all breathy and needy as the furry fantasy sank deeper into my head.

  Master’s voice stayed calm and firm. He told me to pant for him. I did—open-mouthed, tongue out, making those soft wet sounds while my free hand slipped between my thighs. The more he praised me for being his obedient puppy, the wetter I got. Submission never felt so natural. I wasn’t Elli Mae the country girl anymore. I was just a playful, horny little pet who lived to please.

  “Good girl… that’s Master’s perfect puppy. Wiggle that tail for me. Show me how badly you need to be bred.”

  I obeyed every command during that long phone sex call. He had me hump a pillow like a desperate dog in heat, describing the way my soft pussy dragged against the fabric while I whimpered and begged. He made me lick my own fingers and pretend they were his cock, sucking them messy and loud so he could hear every wet slurp. When he told me to present my hole, I reached back, spread myself open, and moaned like the filthy little animal I had become.

  The dirtiest part came when Master decided his puppy needed to be mounted. I stayed on all fours, phone propped against a pillow, and fucked myself with my favorite toy while he talked me through it. Every thrust was accompanied by his low commands—“Deeper, puppy. Take it like a good breeding bitch. That’s it… let Master hear how wet his little pet is.” My thighs were shaking. My voice cracked into high-pitched yelps and soft yips every time the toy hit the perfect spot.

  I came hard with my face pressed into the rug, collar still tight around my throat, whispering “thank you, Master” between gasps. Even after the orgasm faded I stayed in position, waiting for permission to move. That’s the kind of total submission this furry fantasy pulls out of me. The country girl disappears and all that’s left is a eager, messy, cock-hungry puppy who only wants to be good for her owner.

  When Master finally told me I could curl up, I did it with a soft little whimper, still half in character. We stayed on the phone a while longer while he scratched behind my imaginary ears and told me what a perfect pet I had been. I fell asleep that night still wearing the collar, already hoping the next furry fantasy phone sex call would come soon.

  ~ Elli Mae 🐾

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