Fantasies of A
Babysitter
By
Powerone
Copyright
2005-2009
Hi, my name is Cindy.
I'm a twenty-year-old college student living in
I guess you can say that I'm pretty, just not
beautiful. I have brown hair, where most
in
I don't date much, hardly at all. My problem is I am shy, really shy. Especially with boys. I'm not a virgin, having lost it when I was
sixteen. I'm sure you will be surprised
to learn that it was with two boys at once.
Hardly the romantic way you would think.
They were both older, 20 year old college students. Not what you would have expected from
me? That is another story. Let’s say that I still have fond memories,
bringing about a delicious orgasm each time I think about it while
masturbating.
Yes, I masturbate.
Masturbate a lot. I have a very
vivid imagination and as I blossomed into girlhood, my imagination became more
sexual. So I masturbate, there is
nothing else to do unless you want me to run around horny. Now I know you boys would love that. But you don't have a 4.0 average in college
if you're perpetually horny. It's tough
to masturbate when you live in a dorm, so my babysitting jobs also have an
added incentive for me. Once the kids
are asleep at night I have lots of time to let my imagination run wild, my hand
in my jeans rubbing my pussy until I cum.
Now to my story.
I have been reading Powerone stories for a long time, loving his tales
of submissive girls. One day I sent him
an e-mail, which he answered. We sent
back e-mails a couple of times until I started telling him of my fantasies. He liked them and thought they would make a
good story. I would tell him one of them
and then he would write it. He is much
better then I am and much more perverted.
Since he put them down on paper, my orgasms have been much better. Only he could have thought of the things that
were done to me in the fantasies. None
of these really happened; they are just figments of my very fertile
imagination. So here it goes.
Chapter
One Naughty Girls Get Spanked
Mr. Johnston, Michael as he asked me to call him
lived in Rancho Santa Fe. He has a five-year-old
daughter and a very attractive wife.
They are very wealthy. I baby-sit
for him often, Michael appreciating it with very large tips, especially when I
do it on short notice, which is often.
Their house is always immaculate, I'm sure they have a maid that does
it, but he is very picky about it. I
make sure that I leave it that way, spending about the last half hour before
they get home picking up and cleaning.
I was babysitting them last Friday night. It was about
"You scared me Michael," I said as I peered
out from around the corner. "Is
everything okay?"
"Everything’s fine," he said gruffly. "I came home early; Lillian decided to
stay for a couple of more hours. Is the
baby okay?"
"She's sleeping.
Let me get my things and I will go." I remembered the mess in the living
room. I would just clean it up real quick
and get out of there. He didn't look
very happy. Maybe he had a fight with Lillian.
"What is this?" He stared at the mess on the table, potatoes
chip crumbs on the floor. His voice
seemed even angrier.
"I was just going to clean it up. I didn't know you were coming home
early." His rage seemed to be
directed at me. I had never seen him
like that. "I'm sorry," I
quickly added.
"Being sorry wouldn't cut it today. You know how much I like my house clean. I didn't mean for you to mess it up and clean
it up before I come home. I expected you
to keep it clean all the time. I
expected much more from you Cindy."
He was looking at me a bit strange now. It was a mixture of angry and something else;
I wasn't sure what it was. "I
understand Sir. It wouldn't happen
again."
"I think you need to be taught a lesson. If you don't want to accept, you are free to
leave and I will find someone else to do your job. Somewhere more willing to take
responsibility."
Cindy started thinking quickly. She was
making over $800 a month babysitting for them.
A quick calculation showed that her tips were often very big, earning
her about $20.00 an hour. God, how could
she ever replace that? She also got two
other jobs because of Michael. Would he
tell them about her? Would she lose them
also? Taught a lesson. What did he plan to do? She looked at him, his anger seemed to be
going away quickly, but there was a different glint in his eyes. He was looking at her strangely, eyeing her
body uncomfortably. Could he mean
something sexually? She began to feel dampness
between her legs. "No sir. I'm willing to take responsibility." There,
she said it, almost feeling a relief.
He smiled at her.
"That's much better."
He moved over to one of the chairs, sitting down on the straight back
chair. "Do you know how naughty
girls are punished?"
"No Sir," but she knew she was about to
find out. He beckoned her over to
him. She let her hands slide down to her
side, clutching her short skirt to her hips.
"I think a spanking is in order. Maybe if your lovely ass cheeks are sore it
will remind you to obey."
"Spanking!
You're going to spank me. I'm too
old for that." But she saw in his
eyes that he wouldn't take no for an answer.
She trembled as she moved closer to him, his hands already outstretched
to touch.
"Turn around." His voice was firm and demanding, making sure
that Cindy would submit. His cock jerked
in excitement as her cute ass turned towards him, her head hung in shame. He felt her body tremble when his hand
touched her hips, jerking forward as if she were burned.
"No!"
She cried out when she felt him touch her. She tried to jerk away, but his hands became
more insistent, pressing harder into her hips, pulling her back towards
him. Her hands went back to protect
herself.
"Don't you dare!
Put your hands in front of you."
He pulled one hand free and slapped her hard on her upper leg, the sound
of his hand hitting her naked flesh ringing out in the room. "Stand still!"
Her leg stung from the blow, catching her off
guard. It still felt as if his hand was
still touching her there, the skin hot and aching. She moved her hands forward, but not before
she touched the spot he had hit, feeling the hot, tender skin. "Please," she could only beg. But she obeyed him, her hands hanging
submissively at her side, waiting.
Waiting for the touch of his hands on her body again. She didn’t have to wait long, the hands
returning to her hips, firm, strong hands that pulled her back towards
him. At least she didn’t have to see his
face.
He enjoyed the way she obeyed, standing, waiting for
him to make his next move. He let his
hand begin to slide down her hips, her short skirt highlighting the long
tanned, naked legs. She shivered when he
touched her skin, his hands clenched motionless as she grew accustom to his
touch. He slid back up, his hand sliding
under her skirt, caressing her naked flanks.
Her skin was so silky smooth. She
didn't even flinch when his hands slid under her skirt, reconciled to the fact
of his power over her.
She couldn't believe it when his hand slid under her
skirt, her body frozen as he ran up her naked hips. His hands slid up high, her thong doing
little to cover her naked body, his hands freely exploring her body. She almost forgot that her ass cheeks would
be bare, not even flimsy panties would stop any of the pain of the spanking. She felt a sense of relief when he moved his
hands from under her skirt, but they returned, this time on her skirt, but
starting at her waist and moving down the gentle slope of her butt until both
hands gripped her cheeks. He squeezed the
taut cheeks, Cindy tightening her buttocks in response, his hands powerful,
gripping her flesh tightly. He clenched
and unclenched her cheeks in his hands.
He loved the feel of her naked skin, pleased that she
was wearing a thong; her lovely cheeks would be naked when he pulled up her
skirt before spanking her. Her delicate
flesh would feel the entire brunt of his large hands spanking her cheeks. He gripped her cheeks with his hands, loving
the way she fought the intrusion, her cheeks tightening in response. He would use that against her; let her feel
what happens when she tightened her cheeks later, a surprise that she could
never have expected. "Your ass is
built for punishment Cindy. Nice, full
round cheeks. I'm going to turn them a
delightful red." He released her
cheeks. "Over my lap now. It's time to begin your punishment."
Her face was already red in shame at his fondling of
her flesh, but she was unable to stop him.
He touched her as if he owned her and she let him have his way with
her. That is what scared her so
much. How far would she let him? How
far would he go? She hesitantly
moved closer to him, blushing as she saw the bulge in his pants. She was exciting him. His arms came out and gripped her waist,
pulling her until she was standing to the side of him, his arm pushing down on
her back as he bent her over him. She
could feel her breasts hanging down; glad he at least couldn't see down the
front of her open blouse.
He let his hand stroke down over her outthrust butt,
his other hand on her back, forcing her to bend over onto his lap. "Yes," he moaned in pleasure as her
body touched his throbbing cock, feeling the flesh quiver in lust. He let his hand roam over her ass cheeks, her
skirt riding up as he forced her into position.
He enjoyed her squirming, his cock receiving such a delightful
rubbing. He couldn’t believe how
submissive she had become, resigned to the fate of a spanking, or more. His hands enjoyed her tight ass, massaging
the firm flesh while she squirmed beneath him, not even fully understanding the
delightful masturbation her squirming was giving his hard cock. He made his cock jerk twice; her body
stopping as she fully understood what she was doing to his cock. He slapped her one cheek hard, the sound of
his hand hitting her tight ass ringing out in the room. “Don’t stop squirming!” His voice was firm.
She felt the cock jerk against her, suddenly the
realization of what she was doing to him dawning on her. Not only was she masturbating him with her
body, but also herself, her pussy getting wet as she rubbed against the hard
cock. She was almost humping him as if
she were a dog in heat; all the while his hands were molesting her flesh. She stopped instantly, ashamed at the way she
was acting. “EEEEHH,” the slap of her
ass stung. She could feel the pain even
after he removed his hand. He wanted her
to continue, to masturbate his cock with her pussy by rubbing up and down. How humiliating to be treated as just a sex
toy, but she couldn’t deny the tingling she felt between her legs, the way her
clit seemed to rub against his cock. She
began to rub against him again, squirming her lower body back and forth over
his cock, feeling it jerk in pleasure as she began the gentle masturbation of
his cock again.
“You learn well Cindy. You just need a little physical pain as
encouragement to make you perform.” His
cock jerked again from her artful squirming, noticing a change in her. She seemed to be enjoying the movement of
their bodies rubbing against each other.
Even his cock jerking didn’t slow her down; in fact it made her move
quicker. His hands ran freely over her
luscious cheeks pushed out on his lap, his other hand on her back keeping her
pinned down. Her skirt had ridden up
high on her legs, barely covering anything now.
He began to lightly slap her naked legs, moving from her knees up her
inner thighs, pushing out on them, forcing her legs to part slightly. While his slaps weren’t very hard, they were
consistent, moving up and down the same tender inner skin, turning the skin
pink. He couldn’t wait any longer, eager
to see the taut naked ass that lay beneath her tiny skirt. “Reach back and pull up your skirt. It is time to spank your ass. Your naked ass.”
It was humiliating enough to be forced to masturbate
him all the while he slapped her tender inner thighs, the burning increasing as
he continued to slap the same spots over and over. Now he wanted her to uncover her naked ass so
he could spank her. The thought of him
seeing her naked body, afraid of where it would go from there. Afraid of where she might allow him to
go. Her pussy was drenched, his hard
cock bringing such a delightful sensation as she rode her slit up and down the
throbbing member.
“Now!” She
seemed to be daydreaming, a sharp slap to her ass bringing her back to reality. She stopped moving as her hand reached back
and submissively began to draw the tiny skirt above her waist, letting it fall
onto her back, her hand returning to prop herself on the floor, her lower body
beginning again the gentle masturbation.
She felt the cool air of the room on her ass, knowing
how exposed she must look. She closed
her eyes, her fantasies clouding her mind as she rubbed against him again. She tightened her thighs and cheeks, hoping
to keep him from seeing her naked sex.
She felt the rush of air before she even felt it. A sharp slap sounding in the room, then the
rush of pain as it shot to her brain.
God, it stung so badly, much more then she remembered as a child. Another to her other cheek, the skin feeling
so hot and tingling. She tightened her
cheeks even harder as his hands began to explore her naked ass, a finger trying
to slide between her tightly clenched cheeks, moving up and down her crack. She wouldn’t allow him access to her most
guarded treasures.
Each time he spanked her, her masturbation became
more urgent. She was enjoying the pain
or the submission, not caring which, just enjoying her enthusiastic
masturbation of his cock. But he needed
to have her submit to inspection of her most private treasures, her clenching
thighs and cheeks preventing it. “Get up
and go to the kitchen. In the
refrigerator crisper you will find a ginger root. Do you know what a ginger root looks
like?” He was counting on her nativity,
hoping she wouldn’t realize the purpose.
She felt his hands pulling her up. Why did he want a ginger root now? She was confused, but she obeyed, her skirt
falling back down to cover her naked buttocks.
“Yes Sir.”
“And bring a paring knife. Now hurry back. You still have your punishment coming.” He watched her ass sway so sensuously as she
left the room, unaware of what lay ahead for her. He heard her in the kitchen, quickly bringing
back what he requested, her face red in embarrassment at having to face him. “Good girl.”
He had arranged the coffee table in front of the chair, a few pillows
for cushioning on top of it.
She handed him the ginger root, a large root about an
inch in diameter. She knew it was used
in gourmet cook, not understanding why he wanted it. But that is what she feared.
“Turn, your back to me,” he ordered her. She obeyed instantly, his hands reaching out
to grab her hips. “Move back,” pulling
her backwards. “Spread your legs,” he
ordered when she bumped into him.
She was afraid of the last order. Spread your legs, her face red in shame as
she slowly did as he requested. She felt
her body being moved back until she was straddling him, her legs on either side
of his hips. She almost had to bow her
legs out to accommodate his request. She
felt his hand on her back, pushing her down again. Now she understood. Her ass rose up as she was pushed down, down
towards the cushioned coffee table. His
hands were on her naked hips, having slipped under her skirt again.
“Put your hands on the table. I’m going to lift your legs up. Spread out on the table.” His hands eagerly slid lower down on her legs
when her body touched the table, supporting her. He pulled her up until her body was
positioned on his lap, her legs now hanging uselessly behind him. She looked back, her face red in shame as she
finally realized how vulnerable of a position she was in.
How did she
get in such a position? She was almost lying on top of him, her lower
body supported on him, his hard cock pressing into her sex again, this time
with her legs spread, she was so much more vulnerable. She felt his hands returning to her legs,
sliding underneath her skirt, moving up to her naked ass. “Please no,” she begged as she felt her skirt
pushed up higher and higher, moving up until she felt his hands on her naked
ass cheeks, knowing the view that she was affording him.
He let his hands slide up her inner thighs, feeling
her muscles tighten, as he got closer and closer to her sex. With her legs straddling his body, she couldn’t
stop him from exploring her sex. He
pushed her skirt until it was on her back, her luscious ass revealed in all her
naked glory. His hands began to explore
her lovely flesh, moving back and forth her cheeks, feeling her tighten when he
moved closer to her crack, teasing her by sliding one finger up and down the
moist opening, her cheeks pinned tightly together as she sought to hide her
treasures from him. His fingers moved to
her crack, his thumbs on each side, digging in and pushing out. He heard her moan as she tried to prevent him
from pulling her cheeks apart, his fingers too powerful, finally relenting with
a grunt. The string from her thong still
hid her asshole, but he could make out the edges of the dark brown wrinkled
opening, his finger sliding so close to it that he saw the edges pucker in and
out. He slapped her ass hard, her body
jerking up in pain. His hands moved to
her hips, making her body move, making her masturbate his cock again with her
pussy. “Continue.”
He was going
too far now, teasing her too close to her asshole. Why would he want to touch her there? His powerful
slap stung fiercely, his hands urging her to squirm on his cock again. She knew it must look as if she were a two
dollar whore, humping him with her pussy, but she obeyed, her pussy wet with
desire. His hands stopped touching her,
her eyes closed as she heard movement behind her, too scared to look back.
Michael began to prepare the ginger root. What Cindy didn’t realize is that the ginger
root produces a burning sensation when introduced into the anus. It is used to humiliate and chastise the
victim, as well as preventing the victim from clutching her buttocks during
spankings, the pain increasing when the ginger root is squeezed by the sphincter. The burning sensation is also known to induce
intense pleasure. He used the paring
knife to skin the root so it was smooth.
He carved a concavity around the finger of the root about two thirds of
the way down. This acts as a retention
device, similar to the way the tapering portion of a butt plug is locked by the
sphincter. Cindy would be experiencing
some very new and uncomfortable feelings in her anus, hopefully adding to the
squirming she was doing on his cock. He
didn’t need any lubrication, the natural juices of the root more then
sufficient. First he had to prepare her,
knowing that she would fight any intrusion into her anus. A brief spanking and then a gentle masturbation
would suffice.
“OOOWWW,” she yelled when she felt his hand slap her
cheek. Again, it slapped at her other
naked cheek, alternating back and forth.
They weren’t particularly hard, not what she was expecting, but they
still stung, her hips moving back and forth, her pussy rubbing over the
throbbing member beneath her, feeling it jerk in pleasure each time he hit her. Five times he spanked her, then stopped, his
hands returning to rub her flesh sensuously.
She felt him touch the top of her thong in the back and then heard the
snip, feeling the pressure release, knowing that he had cut it. “No, please don’t take it off, please,” she
begged, not wanting to be naked, sure that he would be able to see her sex from
behind.
Another slap was Michael’s response, his fingers
pulling the thong from her cheeks, letting it slowly slide down until he got to
her sex, pausing. He took two fingers
and gripped her lips from behind, squeezing harshly, pulling on the fleshy
skin.
“EEEEHHH,” shocked at the unexpected touch on her
sex. She bucked under him as he pulled
on her lips. She felt his finger slide
between her lips, pushing the thin material between her wet lips, ashamed at
how her body was responding. She
squirmed harder as his hands pinched her tender flesh, squeezing her lips
between his powerful fingers. She was
afraid when he pulled her thong away.
“You’re pussy is drenched. You’re enjoying this. Well, I have so much more for you to
experience.” He pulled her thong,
throwing it on the floor so she could see it.
He pushed out on her legs, spreading her wider for his gaze, her pussy
glistening with her juices, her lips spreading wider. “Such a lovely pink pussy.”
She knew she was grossly exposed, but even though she
was humiliated by it, she was also aroused.
Even the thought of him spanking her made her wetter. How
could be so dominated by him be so sexually arousing? Would he take advantage of the situation? “EEEEHHH,” his fingers jolting her back to
reality, clamping onto her naked pussy, squeezing her tender pussy lips,
yanking on them harshly. She rubbed against
his thick cock faster, feeling it jerk in pleasure each time he pinched her
pussy. His fingers became bolder,
sliding up and down her slit from behind, rubbing her juices up and down, her
legs spread wide, unable or not wanting him to stop. She humped up and down, sure that she was
giving him quite a show, but she no longer cared. Suddenly his fingers moved up higher, Cindy
clenching her cheeks as his finger slid along her crack, sweat aiding in making
it slick. “No! NOT THERE!”
A sharp slap to her ass, then another one, this time harder. “OOOOWW.”
“Relax your cheeks.
NOW!” His fingers moved to her
crack, slowly spreading her cheeks when he felt her relax, watching as her tiny
wrinkled opening came into view. The
crinkled dark brown hole looked so tiny, a dimpled hole barely as big as his
little finger. He would have to open her
up for the ginger root first. He slapped
her cheeks again, alternating between the two, moving lower so that his fingers
barely grazed her pussy from behind, feeling her shudder when he did. “Don’t you dare move.”
“NNNOOO,” but she didn’t stop him as his finger
slowly ran over he anus, slick with his juices it slid easily, rubbing the her
intimate hole. She felt so exposed,
continuing to rub his cock, her pussy receiving pleasure in return.
“Are you enjoying my cock?”
She was embarrassed, but it was true. She loved the feeling of his hard cock
sliding back and forth over her naked pussy.
“Yes,” she murmured softly.
“Reach underneath you and take my cock out. I want you to rub your naked pussy against my
hard cock.”
She was
afraid of taking his cock out. Would he
fuck her? She began to raise up her ass, suddenly
stopping when she felt his finger poised at the entrance to her anus. If she continued, she would impale her
asshole on his fingertip. “Please. Move your finger.”
“I said take out my cock!” His voice rose up, more domineering. “Do it now.”
He kept his finger on her anus, pressing slightly inward; watching as
her anal ring slowly began to open.
She was afraid of his finger, but she was more afraid
of him. She let her ass slowly rise up,
feeling the pressure on her anus as her anal ring expanded to engulf his
finger. It felt strange to feel
something push inside, moving higher.
“EEGGHH,” his finger suddenly sucked into the hot depths of her rectum
as she reached underneath him, her fingers quickly unzipping his pants,
reaching inside his shorts to grasp the hot flesh in her fingers. She pulled it out, the hard cock bending
slightly as she wrapped her fingers around the thick cock. It jerked and shuddered in her hands as it
popped out. She finally moved her hands
away, sighing as she felt the hot flesh touch her pussy. His finger didn’t move, pushing in as she
moved downward, tightly encased in her asshole.
She was so tight, her hot asshole felt as if it was
sucking his finger in deeper. He felt
her anal ring sliding down his finger as if it were a tight condom sliding over
it, her rectal muscles clenching on his digit from his unnatural probing. He twisted his finger inside her, causing her
to hump up and down his naked cock, feeling her pussy juices bathing his cock.
Suddenly his finger was gone, Cindy not sure if she
was relieved or disappointed. She felt
empty, the spasms in her anus continuing.
His cock felt so good, the hot flesh rubbing so sensuously up and down
her slit, Cindy fighting the urge to push it into her pussy and let him fuck
her to death. “WWHHAAATT!” She felt something returning to her anus,
this time much bigger. It wasn’t his
finger. She felt him slap her ass again.
“Hold still.”
He pressed the Ginger root against her anus and began to push. “Push out and it will go easier. I’m going to push the ginger root in your
asshole.”
“Why!” She
couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“Hold still,” not answering her. He wanted her to experience it. He pushed, her anal ring opening wider,
stretching, the dark, hole now a light brown as the skin stretched to
accommodate the thick finger of the ginger root. He saw her ass rise up as she strained to
accommodate the thick root forcing entry in her backside.
“EEEGGGGH,” suddenly she felt the root slide inside
her, his powerful hands pushing aside all resistance until she felt it inside
her rectum. She felt a cool sensation as
the root sat inside her asshole, her anus in spasms as she bucked up and
down. “It’s getting warm,” she cried
out, tears falling from her eyes. “Take
it out.”
He pushed with his finger, sending the root inside
her asshole, the air whooshing from her lungs as her asshole was suddenly
filled with unnatural object. He lightly
tapped the end of the root, sending vibrations deep into her asshole. He waited and watched while the Ginger root
began to do its work. Her hips became
more active, moving back and forth, dragging his cock over her slick
pussy. She clenched her cheeks, a soft
groan from her lips, her cheeks relaxing again.
She did this three times, obviously finally figuring that the burning
sensation deep in her asshole increased with her clenching. He let his fingers slide down to her vagina,
suddenly impaling her pussy with three thick fingers. He was surprised how easily they slid in, her
juices soaking the dry digits. She
arched up on his lap when she was impaled, his hand slapping her ass cheek
harder, driving her hips back down, impaling his fingers deeper into her hot
pussy.
She felt so full and vulnerable. Whenever she clenched her cheeks, the burning
pain would increase deep inside her anal passage. Her pussy was filled with harsh fingers,
knuckles stretching and scraping her tender insides as her hips fucked back and
forth on his hard cock. And his hand
kept her moving, slapping her tender cheeks, the fiery pain in her skin
increasing as he slapped her harder and harder. And to keep her vulnerable, his finger lightly
tapped on the end of the ginger root, reminding her of his domination of her
body, sending such intense feelings deep in her asshole.
Michael fought to keep from cumming, her wet pussy
sliding so sensuously up and down his thick member, bringing such delightful
tremors through her body when he spanked her.
He kept it up for twenty minutes, noticing a change in her
demeanor. She was masturbating his cock
with renewed vigor, pressing harder onto his flesh, sliding her pussy up and
down with long strokes. And her cheeks
were almost always tight together. She
seemed to relish the deep, burning pain deep in her asshole, his finger
gripping the end of the Ginger root, sliding it up and down in a mock sodomy,
his fingers fucking her pussy with deep strokes, her pussy clinging to the
thick fingers. He knew it was time, her
breathing deep and heavy, a coating of sweat covering her body as she
masturbated his cock for all she was worth.
She knew it was time, unable to control it any
longer. The deep, hot burning in her
asshole brought tears to her eyes but a delicious feeling between her
legs. His fingers playing the Ginger
root in and out of her asshole felt as if he was fucking her asshole with his cock,
his fingers bringing such pleasure to her clenching pussy. “Spank me hard,” she yelled out. “I’m going to cum.”
Michael didn’t fail to help her, his hand raining
down five powerful blows to her ass cheeks that made her body jump in
pain. Four fingers plunged into her
pussy, spreading her tender insides wide to accommodate the thick digits. He gripped the Ginger root and pulled it
almost all the way out before plunging in back into her resisting asshole. He didn’t wait any longer, feeling her body
tremble and shake then explode. His cock
jerked in pleasure as he felt her gush on his cock, his balls spewing a load of
cum that shot on her.
She came just as he did, his blows raining on her
cheeks in a fiery pain that shot to her sex, her asshole reamed out by the
Ginger root and finally his cock shot a load of cum that felt as if it were
coming from a fire hose, the powerful stream of ropey cum shooting directly on
her clit. The orgasm that hit her body
was so intense that she felt as if her heart stopped, between her legs she felt
a tingling that started with her clit, spread to her pussy and ended deep in
her asshole, her whole body beginning to spasm in pleasure. She came on his cock, feeling as if she were
peeing on him, their cum mixing together to coat the organs with the slick
fluids. Again he came on her clit, again
she came on his cock, her hips fucking up and down driving more pleasurable
cums from his cock, spewing his hot cum all over her pussy.
She rode his cock even when he finished cumming, her
pussy slick with juices sliding effortlessly up and down his cock. She finally slumped down, exhausted, her body
covered in sweat. Her ass was a
delicious pink, the skin feeling hot as he let his fingers roam over the
burning flesh. He tapped at the Ginger
root, Cindy not even stirring as he did, too exhausted to move. He gripped the end tightly and began to pull
it out, seeing her anal ring clinging to it as if it didn’t want it to leave,
her ring pulling upward as he slowly extracted the root from her asshole. He watched as her anal ring slowly spread
wider to release the end, a sigh coming from Cindy as it popped free. He watched the spasm in her asshole after the
ginger root left, her anus still open, the darkness of her hole visible. He teased the hole with his finger, feeling
the tremors running through the slick opening.
“Turn over onto your back,” his hands grabbing one ankle to bring it
around as she turned over. He watched
her pussy spread out as her legs spread wider to accommodate his request. He got up and stood next to her, making sure
her legs were still spread wide.
“Did you have an enjoyable cum?” He smiled as he looked at her, her body
drained.
She turned red in shame at having performed as she
did, cumming while being spanked and anally impaled. After the orgasm, she felt even more
humiliation. “I’m sorry.”
“I hope that taught you a lesson. Next time this is what will happen to you if
you displease me.” He grabbed her legs,
pulling them up and pushing them wide so her pussy began to spread out. “Raise up your ass.” She obeyed; her ass rising up until it was
almost a foot off the coffee table.’
What was he going to do now? She shut her eyes, not wanting to see. She waited.
Suddenly it hit her. His hand
shot out between her legs, the palm of his hand slapping hard against her
pussy, slapping puffy labia, slapping against her sensitive clit. “GGGGGOOODDD,” she screamed in pain.
“Next time it will be your pussy that will be
spanked. And maybe with a riding crop to
beat between your pretty lips.” He
noticed that she didn’t move back down again, her ass still raised up higher,
presenting her pussy to him. Not to
disappoint her he rained down another blow onto her pussy, the sweet sound of
his hand hitting her wet flesh ringing out in the room, another scream torn
from her lips.
It hurt. And
felt good, her pussy taking such punishment but also bringing such conflicting
feelings to her body. The second one was
even better then the first, Cindy already thinking of what she might do wrong
next time she babysat.
Coming Soon, Chapter 2.