As I walked down into the basement with Mr. and Mrs. Delson, I felt an odd mix of arousal and trepidation. In all the time I’d been babysitting and seducing horny dads, I had always had the upper hand. It was clear to me now that I had sorely misjudged Mr. D. and completely misunderstood his intentions.

So, why was I allowing myself to be led into something that was so far out of my comfort zone?

The answer was easy, really: Lust.

The butt plug in my ass, along with the anticipation of having sex with Mr. D., had my pussy dripping with need. I could have said no; I could have gone home and masturbated my needy little cunt. But my curiosity had gotten the best of me. There was no turning back now; I needed to experience the touch of a woman.

Mrs. D. was a pretty redhead with blue eyes and a sexy, curvy figure. She exuded sensuality and was clearly not afraid to ask for, or rather, demand what she wanted. And right now, she wanted me.

“Before we begin, I want to make sure that you know you can leave at any time. But I really hope you stay. I think you will find that being with a woman can be an incredibly erotic experience.”

I was trembling with a mix of desire and hesitation. But want and need won out over fear. “I want to stay.”

“Good girl,” Mr. D. said, lust dripping from his voice.

I watched their faces as they locked eyes salaciously.

“Undress your little slut for me, babe. Show me what you brought for me to play with,” Mrs. D. purred seductively.

She spoke about me as if I were a thing, rather than a person. I didn’t know whether to be offended or turned on by that fact. But, admittedly, my arousal was growing stronger by the minute.

Mr. D. stood behind me and lifted my yellow sweater over my head, tossing it aside. Then he unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor, exposing my perky breasts. To my delight, he reached around from behind and pinched each nipple tersely, which had Mrs. D. licking her lips. He slid my skirt down, exposing my bare mound, as I had skipped panties as usual.

“She looks delicious, darling. You’ve outdone yourself. Is she wet?”

Mr. D. slipped a finger between my slick, swollen labia and removed it to show his wife proof of my desire.

“Suck her juices from your finger, my love. Tell me how she tastes.”

He did as his wife directed and licked his finger clean of my nectar.

“Oh, fuck, baby, she’s sweeter than honey!”

“Excellent! Now, undress me, then unzip your fly and take your cock out.”

I stood there and watched as he slowly stripped off her clothing, then allowed his stiff shaft to spring out of his pants.

“Now then, Katie. I’m going to lie down, and you’re going to straddle my face so I can taste that nectar myself while my husband watches and strokes his cock.”

Apprehension set in, and suddenly I felt very awkward. I had no experience to draw upon for anything this situation was presenting. But damned if my pussy wasn’t leaking like a faucet while my nipples looked and felt like hard pencil eraser nubs.

“Yes, of course, Mrs. D.,” I said nervously.

“You may address me as Ma’am.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, correcting myself.

“Now, give me that delicious, teenage cunt.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I repeated as I climbed onto the bed where Mrs. D. lay and scooted up, placing one knee on either side of her face. She helped guide me the rest of the way until my dripping snatch was directly over her hungry mouth.

Her words were crass and demanding, but her actions were gentle and encouraging; this lusty redhead was an enigma. I found myself more turned on than I’d ever been.

Suddenly, her tongue teased its way between my tender, pink folds, and I moaned softly.

“That’s a good girl,” Mrs. D. cooed before resuming the erotic assault with her talented tongue.

I’ve had dads go down on me before, but this was so different, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. There was no scratchy stubble to irritate my tender skin, only the soft lips and tongue of a woman who clearly knew what she was doing.

After tracing tiny circles along my puffy labia, her tongue darted in and out of my needy little hole and lapped playfully at the honey that was leaking from my pussy. I felt my need become great, so I started to grind on her mouth, but she stopped me.

“Katie, there is no need to rush. This isn’t a race; I want to savor you.”

I was a little frustrated; I needed to cum so badly already, and she’d barely begun to enjoy me. But I summoned my patience and said, “Yes, ma’am.”

My legs trembled as I felt her hot breath on my smooth mound. Using that incredible tongue, she slowly licked the entirety of my drenched slit, enjoying the scent and taste of my arousal. It was an exquisite mix of agony and ecstasy as she continued her slow, deliberate moves that were meant to seduce me.

And, holy fuck, it was working!

“Oh, God, Ma’am,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “More, please. This feels so fucking fantastic.”

Mrs. D. seemed pleased and rewarded me by slipping a finger inside me while she licked and nibbled on my sensitive clit. Every time I felt like my orgasm was about to overtake me, she eased up, edging me mercilessly.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. D. standing next to the bed with his cock in his hand. He was fully hard now and looked to be about six or seven inches. As much as I was enjoying the incredible attention my pussy was receiving, I couldn’t help but wish this evening would include a good, hard pounding of my cunt by his stiff shaft.

The butt plug was still firmly in place and enhancing my arousal in ways that were delightfully foreign to me. I felt… violated and submissive, a far cry from being the slutty little babysitter who was used to taking charge and getting horny daddies to do my bidding. It was both confusing and titillating.

Mrs. D. continued to demonstrate her unparalleled oral skills, sucking gently at first, then harder, drawing my swollen nub between her teeth for a teasing nip. Her tongue swirled around it in tight circles, lapping with firm, deliberate strokes that made my hips rock.

Without warning, Mr. D. moved closer to the bed. Keeping one hand firmly closed around his cock, he used the other one to turn the butt plug around in my tight, tiny anus. As Mrs. D. slipped a second finger inside me, her husband started to fuck my ass with the plug, pulling it out and pushing it in roughly.

The two of them were using me like a fuck toy, and I was in fucking heaven! I could no longer hold back. Sensing my need, Mrs. D. began to devour my pussy as Mr. D. said, “That’s right, you naughty little girl, grind your pussy on her mouth while I fuck your ass!”

His words triggered my inner slut, and I knew I was gonna cum. Did I need permission, I wondered? I felt the need to ask.

“May I cum, Ma’am?” I panted. Then, as I felt myself about to explode, I cried, “Please, God, let me cum! I need to…”

“Cum, you naughty little slut!” Mr. D. commanded. “I’m gonna cum with you!”

As my orgasm ripped through my entire body, flooding Mrs. D.’s mouth, Mr. D. furiously pumped his cock, bent me forward like a ragdoll, and shot his load all over my creamy ass.

Mrs. D. slipped out from underneath me, her face glistening with my juices, and pushed my head down on the bed so that my cum-covered bum was in the air.

“Keep fucking the slut’s ass, darling,” she cooed.

She licked her husband’s spunk from my ass cheeks as he pummeled my tiny back door with the plug. To my delight, he reached underneath me and fingered my still swollen cunt to a mind-blowing orgasm.

I collapsed on the bed, my body still shaking from my intense climax. I opened my eyes just a bit and saw Mr. and Mrs. Delson kissing passionately. I wondered for a moment if I would still get the chance to return the favor or if they had completely forgotten about me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the afterglow of some of the most incredible sex I’d ever had.

“Shall I remove the butt plug, darling?” Mr. D. asked his wife.

The voluptuous redhead purred, “No, keep that thing in place while the little slut learns how to please my pussy.”

I guess they hadn’t forgotten. I smiled, happy to let them do whatever they wanted to with me. But when I opened my eyes, I saw Mr. D. holding a paddle in his hand.

When I frowned, Mr. D. laughed. “I meant what I said about this being a higher-stakes game, Katie. We can clean you up, and I can take you home now. Or, you can kneel between my wife’s legs and eat her pussy while I spank your slutty little ass, you dirty whore.”

Oh fuck! My pussy twitched. I was hooked!

Grinning wickedly, I said, “Make my ass red, Daddy.”