Bedding the babysitter - S01 E45

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Bedding the babysitter - S01 E45

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 45

The word slave had extra leakage dampening my panties for some unfathomable reason. I obeyed and she took my panties. "Holy shit, slut, you are soaking wet! Why?"

"I don't know," I honestly answered standing naked in my own kitchen.

"Don't you?" she teased, pulling my hand, implying I should fall back onto my knees. Once on my knees again, she added, "I think you know exactly why you are wet. You want to be my slut, a lesbian sub just like your daughter. You are in exactly the same position your precious little dyke daughter was just a few days ago...on her knees between my legs in this very house. Are you ready to submit completely?"

"Yes, Mistress, I will do anything," I admitted, attempting to ignore the humiliating reality she kept reminding me I was in.

"I like that. I like that answer very much," she purred. "Go ahead slut, taste your prize."

I leaned forward, full of trepidation, slowly. The closer I got to her wet cunt the more intoxicated I got with the scent alone. Finally, after so many years, I finally tasted my first pussy, and as soon as did, I knew there was no turning back. I licked slowly at first, but once her pussy got wetter from my tongue and the juices began to leak, I became determined to get more and more juice. I licked and I sucked. I probed her pussy lips with my tongue, penetrating her pussy with my tongue, wanting nothing more than to bury myself inside her cunt. Her whimpers became moans, and after a few minutes of random licking and sucking, I felt her hand on the back of my head, pulling me in deeper. I was soon rewarded for my eagerness with an explosion of her cum coating my mouth, lips and nose. She held my face tight against her pussy till long after her orgasm had subsided. Once done, she said, "Well, you are an eager little beaver, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, oddly thrilled by her approval, my face sticky with her cum.

"Crawl to your bedroom, slut, we are just getting started," she informed me.

My pussy tingled with anticipation at the pleasure desperately wanted to feel. I fell onto all fours like a dog and began crawling to my room like a puppy, humiliation and desire tearing me apart. She followed me.

Once in my room, she demanded, "Get on your bed, slut and stay on all fours."

I obeyed and watched, both disappointed and nervous as she left my room. My nerves suddenly came flooding back as I wondered where she was going. She was gone a couple of minutes before returning, now wearing, a strap-on cock. I briefly wondered where she would have gotten such a toy, but decided it no longer mattered.

She got on the bed, "Does my slut want to be fucked?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, wanting nothing more, partly because it had been so long since I had been fucked and partly because of the utter submission I was feeling at the hands of this powerful cheerleader

Her plastic cock touched my pussy lips and I quivered just a bit,

definitely hornier than I had ever been in my life. "My, my, you really are one horny bitch. Hard to believe you are a dyke virgin. Well, your daughter was too until just over a week ago

Every time my daughter was mentioned, my shame doubled, yet no matter how much I knew I should stop this before it went any further, my desire to come or please overtook it.

Without warning, she thrust the plastic cock deep inside my wet pussy and I screamed, "Aaaaaaaaaah, yes."

While holding the cock deep in my cunt she asked, "Who owns you?"

My only desire was to come and the only way to come was complete submission to this radiant, beautiful, powerful teenager, so I answered, "You are, Mistress."

One quick thrust out and back in increased the sensation in my cunt. "And you will do anything ask, my dyke?"

"Yes, Mistress, anything," I whimpered, just wanting her to fuck me, ignoring the unknown consequences of such a commitment.

Three quick thrusts assaulted my pussy, bringing quick pleasure I barely remembered ever feeling.

"Beg to come, slut," my new Mistress ordered.

Propriety long out the door, I pleaded like a nasty whore, "Oh Mistress, fuck your slut, she needs to come so baaaaaaad."

Seemingly content with my words, she began to fuck me, hard and fast, with purposeful thrusts that filled my pussy. Each hard plunge into me had me wetter and closer to my much needed orgasm. As my moans got louder, she suddenly pulled out and ordered, "Get on your back, slavel"

I quickly did, assuming she planned to continue fucking me. Instead, I watched as she tied my wrists with her thigh high stockings to my bedposts. I stared at her in utter horror as my helplessness increased, as did my desperate desire to come. Once she had me tied to the bed, she took off the strap-on and left the room, without a word. Frustration filled me both at my weakness and my need to come. I waited over forty-five minutes at least before she came back in drinking a glass of water and texting on her cell phone. Before I could react, she took a picture of me in the most vulnerable and humiliating position I had ever been in.

She shrugged, "Just in case my slut ever decides to deny her place on her knees as my slave."

She put the water down and left again. I wondered if my humiliation would ever end and suddenly realized that Jenny could be home soon. I called out, "Mistress, please untie me, Jenny could be home any minute."

Luckily, I thought, Karen came back in, but in her hand now was a vibrator. She walked over and none too gently shoved it in my cunt. I whimpered, my desire to come overriding my worry instantly. She straddled my face and lowered her cunt onto my lips. I began licking, as assumed she expected, when I heard the door open.

Calmly, Karen explained, "Be a good slut, whore, and I will allow you to come. But there is no reason to hide your new role from your daughter. She has a similar role. Like daughter, like Mother, I suppose."

Defeated, and restrained, I accepted my role, the toy buzzing in me, as I heard Karen call out, "Get your ass upstairs, Jenny!" Karen rubbed her pussy on my face, using my face and lips to get herself off. I licked as best I could in my suffocated state for another couple of minutes until I heard Karen scream, way over the top, "That's it Mommy, I'm coming, lick your Mistress's cunt, yesssss!"

She collapsed forward, her cum dripping onto my face.

I lay still, worried my daughter was in my room, yet distracted by

the toy inside me. My worry was confirmed when Karen purred, "I

bet you are dying to know how this happened?"

My daughter was obviously stunned, as I did not hear one word escape her lips. The silence was broken by my new Mistress, our Mistress, who demanded, "Mommy slut, tell your daughter how you ended up being my personal plaything."

"Which leads me to now. I am so, so, so sorry, Jenny," I apologized with both my words and my eyes.

Jenny stared at me, clearly stunned by what she had heard and witnessed.

Karen pushed me back onto my back and began pumping the toy in my pussy. My long pent-up stress and much needed orgasm took control and I again became not Jenny's Mom, but rather Karen's slave. "Oh yes, Mistress, please keep fucking me."

"Are you ready to come, slut?" Karen questioned, testing me in front of my daughter.

"Yes, Mistress, I need to come so bad," I begged. She left the vibrating toy lodged in me while she quickly tied my wrists to my bedposts again.

"In front of your daughter?" she questioned.

The answer should have been a clear no, yet my need to come superseded logic and my daughter heard me moan, "Yes, Mistress, in front of my daughter. Make me yours completely in front of my daughter."

Karen returned between my legs and resumed pumping the toy into me and the second she leaned in and took my clit into her mouth, I shuddered and screamed as my long-awaited orgasm followed, "Oh yes, Mistress, I am cormiiiiiiiiing!"

Karen kept my clit in her mouth through my entire orgasm, easily. the most intense and fulfilling orgasm I had ever felt. Yet, as soon as the orgasm was done, shame overwhelmed me. I had just submitted to my daughter's friend in front of my daughter. I was mortified. I tried to move but realized I was still tied up. I asked, "Can you untie me, please?"

Karen asked Jenny, ignoring me completely, "How was your day, Jenny?"

Finally hearing her speak again, she said, "I accomplished my task, but it was quite a challenge."

"You fucked Miss Morgan?" Karen bluntly announced.

"Yes, Mistress," my daughter replied, sounding identical to me. I was double shocked. First, at hearing my daughter call Karen Mistress like I had been doing all day and secondly learning my daughter had seduced her teacher, assumedly the one I had read about online.

"I want to hear all the juicy details," Karen said.

"Of course, Mistress, but can we go to my room? I have to also get ready for a date," my daughter announced. I was instantly curious about my daughter's date. A couple of weeks ago, I thought I knew everything about my daughter, but now felt like I didn't know her at all.

"With who?" Karen asked, her curiosity also piqued.

"Ashley," Jenny revealed, her voice implying her insecurity, which I still could recognize.

Karen got off the bed, leaving the toy still in me, grabbed my daughter's hand and began to leave my room. When she reached the door, she turned around and looked at me and ordered, "Stay" and left, laughing out loud.

I lay there stunned, humiliated and exhausted. How would I ever be able to show my face to my daughter? How would I regain her respect? My mind replayed the past couple of hours in my mind, and I was mortified by what I had done. What had I agreed to? What had I become? Each simple fall of my submission flashed in my head. My shame slowly simmered as the buzzing in my cunt began to take control. I sighed, knowing I was no longer in control. I closed my eyes, awaiting the unknown.....

To Be Continued...