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Amber sighed as she walked up the long driveway to the sprawling estate of her wealthy employers, the Johnsons. It was Friday night and they had begged her to come watch the kids again so they could go out on the town. At 25, Amber was a strapped college student just trying to make ends meet, so the extra cash was always welcome. She pasted on a smile as she rang the doorbell.

"Amber! So glad you could make it," Mr. Johnson greeted her, ushering her inside the lavish foyer. "The kids are in the playroom. Try to keep them quiet, will you? I just put little Tyler down for his nap."

"Of course, sir. You and Mrs. Johnson have a wonderful evening," Amber replied demurely, even as her eyes raked over his lean, fit body. Mr. Johnson was 10 years her senior but still looked good in his tailored suit.

After seeing them off, Amber went to check on 5-year-old Emily and 2-year-old Liam in the playroom. They were happily engrossed in their toys, so she settled down on the couch to catch up on some homework. As she studied, she couldn't help but feel stir-crazy. These long evenings watching the brats were killing her social life. Maybe she should just call one of her friends and see if they wanted to come over...

Lost in thought, Amber almost didn't notice the gardeners trimming the hedges outside the large windows. Almost. But then she saw him - a tall, muscular black man with a thick bulge straining against his overalls. Amber felt her mouth go dry and her pussy clench with sudden desire. It had been way too long since she'd gotten laid.

Before she could second guess herself, Amber marched out to the garden. The gardener looked up, surprised, as she approached him.

"Hi there," she purred, letting her eyes drag over his impressive package. "I'm Amber, the babysitter. What's your name?"

"I'm Jamal," he rumbled, looking her up and down in turn. His gaze lingered on her ample cleavage.

"Jamal," Amber repeated, licking her lips. "I couldn't help but notice...you've got a nice big tool there. For 50 bucks, I'll suck your huge black cock."

Jamal raised an eyebrow but a slow grin spread across his face. "Well, aren't you a bold little white girl? I like that."

Amber sank to her knees in front of him, undoing his overalls and pulling out his impressive dick. It was massive, even bigger than she expected, and her mouth watered at the sight. She wrapped her hand around it and started stroking, marveling at the silky skin over hard steel.

"Fuck, you're hung," she groaned before leaning in and taking him into her mouth. She could only get about half his length in but worked what she could, swirling her tongue around the head and sucking hard.

Jamal groaned and fisted his hands in her hair, guiding her head as she bobbed up and down his shaft. "That's it baby, suck that BBC like a good little slut," he growled.

Amber moaned around his cock, getting wetter by the second. Being bossed around and degraded like this was really doing it for her. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder, desperate to make him come.

"Fuck yes, take my load," Jamal grunted, holding her head still as he came down her throat. Amber gagged but swallowed every drop, not wanting to waste a single bit of his creamy cum.

When he finally pulled out, she gasped for breath, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his spent cock. Jamal tucked himself away and held out the crisp $50 bill.

"Pleasure doing business with you," he said with a wink.

Amber licked her lips and took the money. "Anytime, big boy. I'll be around."

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