1. Bedding the Babysitter Ch 05


    Date: 8/10/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blackmail, Domination/submission, Female / Girl, Lesbian, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 95.2, Source: sexstories.com

    her stocking foot into my hand. “I don’t see anything hurt, Karen. I think you...” I began and, as I moved my head to look up, I saw her completely uncovered pussy, her robe casually falling to the side. “Do you like what you see, Mrs. Wyatt?” Karen asked, her smile giving away any last innocence that may have existed. “P-p-pardon?” I stammered, thrown by the sudden shift in context. “You heard me, Mrs. Wyatt, do you like looking at my cunt?” she asked, before adding “You sure seemed to the other day.” I began to stand up, but felt her hand on my shoulder. “Don’t get up yet, Mrs. Wyatt. Take a good look at the cunt your daughter loves to savour.” Hearing her confirm my suspicions about my daughter sent a chill up my back, but I obeyed and stayed on my knees staring at the teen’s shaved cunt. It looked so inviting. I couldn’t explain it, but suddenly I wanted nothing more than to taste my daughter’s friend’s cunt. I knew I should stand up, end this silliness right now, but instead I just stared like a teen boy at his first strip show. “You want to savour it too, don’t you, Mrs. Wyatt?” she teased, opening her legs wider. I didn’t say anything, although the fact that I was on my knees, in my kitchen, staring at her cunt, was probably the answer already. I tried to resist, to stand up, but I couldn’t. I was helpless and completely at the whim of this beautiful 18-year-old. “Answer me slut!” she roared, startling me completely. Being called a slut should have brought me back ...
    to reality. I was definitely not a slut. But instead the harsh derogatory name had my pussy getting damper. I stammered like a shy fool, “I-I-I-I don’t know.” “You don’t know? Really?” she teased, sliding her finger inside her cunt. I watched in voyeuristic awe as she pumped her finger in and out. After a few seconds, she pulled it out and brought it towards my lips. Without even thinking, I leaned forward and opened my mouth. She pulled her finger back a bit, although her scent lingered just above my nose. “Beg to suck my finger,” she ordered. I again could have prevented this; stopped my humiliating fall, but all I wanted was to suck her finger, to taste her juice. “Karen, can I please lick your finger?” “Are you sure?” she questioned, the sticky finger just lingering there in front of me. Each question slowly weakened me, “Yes.” “Yes what?” she asked. “Yes, Karen?” I replied, unsure what she wanted me to say. She explained, “As soon as your mouth touches my finger, you are mine. I will be your Mistress and you will be my slut. My cunt. My lez. Is that understood?” The harsh reality she presented me had me reconsider my desire to submit to her. I was not a lesbian! Or a cunt! While I pondered this, she put her finger back in her cunt, coating her fingers with her juice. She brought it to my lips, and said, raising the temptation ten-fold, “Just so you know what you will be missing if you decline.” As soon as her finger touched my lips, I extended my tongue and tasted the ...
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