After having been treated to some mind-blowing sex from my employers, the Delsons, it was time for me to experience my very first taste of pussy. I was both excited and nervous. I’d never been with another female, but I’d often wondered what it would be like. I had definitely enjoyed sitting on her face and, though I would be going at her from a different angle, I figured my best strategy would be to mimic Mrs. D.’s moves. I figured that if she didn’t think I was doing it right, she wouldn't be shy about letting me know and giving me specific directions.
My face was inches away from her pussy, inhaling her intoxicating scent, when the first strike of Mr. D.’s paddle landed on my ass.
“Oh, fuckkk!” I cried.
Another swat in quick succession had my eyes tearing up.
What the fuck had I been thinking?
But I let him keep spanking my ass with the leather-clad device because I’d not only agreed to this… I had begged for it.
As the paddle continued to make contact with my tender flesh, Mrs. D. impatiently pushed my face between her legs. “What the fuck are you waiting for, slut? My pussy isn’t going to eat itself!”
Turning my focus to her needy cunt, I took my first lick.
Oh fuck! She tastes delicious!
My eager tongue dipped in and scooped up the sweet honey that was pooling there. It was as if I were discovering some exquisite cuisine—a decadent delicacy to be savored. I lapped at her slit and worked my way up to her swollen nub. Eventually, I got brave and started to nibble.
“Fuck yeah, that’s a good girl. You’re getting the hang of this far more quickly than our last babysitter.”
I felt pleased with myself and continued to alternate licking and nibbling, all while the paddle continued to abuse my stinging backside.
“You’ve outdone yourself, darling,” Mrs. D. cooed to her husband. “This is the naughtiest babysitter you’ve ever given me to play with. Oh, fuck! Your little teenage slut is gonna make me cum!”
She began to grind her pussy against my face, apparently forgetting her own words that this wasn’t a race. But she was clearly in charge here, so I took my cue from her pace and devoured her delicious cunt.
“Spank her harder! Fuckkk! The little slut… is… making… me… fuckkk! I’m cumming!”
Her hips bucked wildly, and she held my head hostage, squirting as she climaxed, coating my face with her cum.
“Don’t stop, slut!” she cried out. “Keep going!”
I continued licking and sucking her juicy pussy while Mr. D. kept spanking me. My ass was on fire! But then again, so was my pussy. I was so turned on by being used like this that I kept praying that Mr. D. would cave and fuck me.
I traced my wet tongue up and down, occasionally stopping to flick her clit. I must have been doing something right, because she was writhing and moaning. When she grabbed my head again, I thrust my tongue into her pussy and used my thumb to rub tiny circles around her clit. When her back arched, I sucked her hard nub into my mouth and slid two fingers into her needy hole.
“Yesss! Fuck yes, you dirty little bitch!”
She sprayed my face again, panting like a bitch in heat, but I suspected she still wanted more.
So, I did what any naughty babysitter would do: I kept devouring her cunt as if it were my only purpose in life.
When I’d successfully brought Mrs. D. to several more orgasms, she told Mr. D. that my ass was a perfect crimson hue, and it was time to reward me for being such a good little slut.
Mr. D. rubbed his hand over my battered bum and said, “It looks so fucking beautiful. Did you enjoy your spanking slut?”
Without hesitation, I admitted, “Yes, it made my pussy ache to be fucked.”
Mrs. D., who had finally caught her breath, said, “Darling, our little fuck toy needs her pussy pounded. Whatever shall we do?”
Mr. D. looked me in the eyes and said, “Do you like being our little fuck toy, Katie? Do you want to be our submissive little slut? You can babysit several times a week, and when we come home, we can use you however we want, promising to make you climax, of course. Hearing you cry out and beg to cum makes my dick so fuckin’ hard. Does that sound like something you’d like?”
Every inch of me wanted to be owned by this man and his sexy, redheaded wife.
“Yes, sir,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I don’t think I heard you, Katie. I think you need to beg me to take you on as my pet. You’ll do things with my wife, performing for my pleasure, and you’ll let me cum on your ass, tits, face, wherever I feel like marking you as mine.”
I cleared my throat, my pussy tingling at the salacious agreement I was about to beg for.
“Yes, please, sir. I want to be your fuck toy, your pet, your slut to use any way you want. I’ll do whatever you want me to do with your wife, and I’ll beg to be spanked,” I said, the words tumbling out as my face felt hot with shame. What the hell was I agreeing to? And why did I feel more alive than I ever had?
“We can talk more about limits and safe words in a bit. But for now, Mrs. D. says you deserve a reward. Does your sweet little teen pussy need to be fucked?”
I could feel my face light up like a Christmas tree at the thought of finally having his magnificent dick in my cunt.
“Yes, please, sir. Please fuck my pussy!”
“Oh, don’t you worry; your cunt will get hammered. But not by me.”
I frowned, confused, and a little bit frustrated. No, a lot frustrated. What kind of game was he playing?
As if reading my mind, Mr. D. said, “Katie, I told you this would be a higher-stakes game than what you were used to. If you prefer to go back to fucking horny dads in the back seat of their cars on the drive home, I will certainly understand. Being in charge is exciting! But do you know what I believe is even more exciting?”
I shrugged.
“Being submissive. Knowing that your mouth, tits, ass, and cunt belong to me. Giving me complete control over you and your orgasms.”
My body tingled everywhere.
He continued, “Spreading your legs for my wife while she fucks you with a strap-on, and taking whatever spanking implement I use on your ass while begging for more.”
Fuck, yeah, I want to belong to you. I love the sound of all that! But I also need cock.
I decided I needed to be brave.
“Does that mean no more babysitting for other families? No more fucking horny dads? Because, as much as I have enjoyed all of this tonight. If I’m never going to be allowed to have your hot cock in my pussy, I’m going to have to pass.”
Mr. and Mrs. Delson looked stunned. I could tell it never occurred to them that I might say no. They’d made sure I had several mind-blowing orgasms, and they’d made me crave their kinky abuse. But no dick? That was a hard pass, pun intended.
“Give us a moment, please,” Mr. D. said, frowning.
I excused myself and went into the bathroom located in the corner of the playroom. But I stood next to the door so I could eavesdrop.
“Well, darling,” I heard Mr. D. say, “it would seem that we have reached an impasse. Either you let me fuck that little slut’s cunt, or we lose the perfect fuck toy.”
“Your cock is mine!” she complained loudly.
“Yes, my love. My cock is yours. But I let her enjoy your pussy, why shouldn’t she be allowed to have my hot, hard shaft?”
I could almost see Mrs. D. pouting.
“Didn’t you say that she ate pussy better than any other slut I’ve brought home for you to play with?”
“I did. She is.”
“Well, then, would it be so terrible if I pounded that tight little teenage cunt while she eats you till your heart’s content?”
“You won’t want my middle-aged cunt anymore.”
“On the contrary, darling. She’s a fun little fuck toy, and I’m sure I will enjoy fucking her good and hard. But no one knows how to please my cock the way you do. And, for what it’s worth, your pussy still feels as tight as the first time I fucked you.”
“You’re a sweet-talker,” she said, sounding calmer. “And she is fun to use. I envision tying her up and doing all sorts of decadent things to her and with her. So, if it means I have to put up with you fucking her pussy, I guess it’s worth it. But if I ever suspect that you prefer her cunt over mine, it’s over. Understand?”
“Yes, darling, I understand. And I promise, you have no cause to worry. She may have youth, but you have experience. And, you have my heart.”
“I want to sit behind her on the bed while you fuck her so I can abuse those perky little nipples while you thrust into her.”
“I think that sounds fair. Shall I call her back out here?”
“Yes.”
I felt giddy. I was going to get that dick after all!
“We have decided that you’ve earned my cock in your pussy, but my wife wants to participate.”
“As long as I get the real deal in my needy little puss, I don’t care what Mrs. D. does to me.”
“Splendid!” Mrs. D. said enthusiastically. “Lie on your back and spread your legs, slut.”
I did as I was told and felt myself dripping with desire.
Mrs. D. got behind me, cradling my head and shoulders in her lap, and grabbed hold of my tits.
“These belong to me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I watched as Mr. D. covered his beautiful, stiff prick with a condom. “Beg me, slut.”
“Please, sir, fuck my pussy with your hot, hard cock!”
He gave my pussy a sharp slap and thrust into me with one hard push.
“Oh, fuck!” I heard myself say as he slid all the way out and slammed himself into me again. He repeated this move several times, grinning wickedly at me, and then eased up into a slow, deliberate pace.
As he moved inside me, Mrs. D. pulled, pinched, and twisted my nipples. It hurt like a mother fucker, but it also made my clit tingle. I looked up and noticed a mirror on the ceiling. Watching the Delsons use me like a dirty little whore was so fucking arousing!
I’ve died and gone to heaven!
Mr. D. picked up the pace and used his thumb to stimulate my clit while Mrs. D. leaned forward so she could lick and bite my nipples. I had completely lost all control over my body; it was theirs to use however they wished. I was no longer Katie, the babysitter; I was broken.
I was their slutty fuck toy.
When I began to buck and moan, Mr. D. grabbed my hips and jackhammered my pussy, sending me over the edge.
“Your cunt is mine now, slut. Take my cock in that sweet teen pussy and, ohhh…fuckkk…”
He couldn’t finish his sentence. He just growled like an animal as he emptied his balls.
“You’re a good little fuck,” he said, panting. “Not as good as my wife, but definitely fun to use.”
I realized he needed to save face, and that was fine with me. If it meant I could keep getting fucked by Mr. D., I had no issue with him stroking her ego.
Afterward, I took a quick shower and got dressed. When I came out into the playroom again, Mr. D. was alone.
“My wife went upstairs already. Sorry, she didn’t stick around to say goodnight.”
I shrugged.
“She considers me a thing, not a person, anyway,” I blurted out unintentionally.
“Yes, you’re quite right about that. You are just a body for us to use. But you got the last laugh, didn’t you?”
“Don’t you mean we got the last laugh, Mr. D.? It was very clever of you to suggest that I refuse to play along unless your wife allows you fuck me.”
Mr. D. grinned. “I wanted your pussy from the first moment you got into my car. I could smell your arousal, and my dick got instantly hard.”
“Then why not just fuck me like the other horny dads?”
“Because I made a promise to my wife that hers would be the only pussy I’d fuck. I never break a promise to her. She’s the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. She’s 55 and has a sex drive that matches mine. That’s almost unheard of in women over 50. I love how freaky she is and how she never fails to please my cock. But the scent of your cunt? Irresistible. And I knew you wanted me inside you.”
“Do you always have to wear a condom when you fuck me?” I asked, pointedly. “I’m on the pill, and it would be a lot more fun if you could shoot your load deep inside me instead of that rubber.”
Suddenly, I noticed Mrs. D. in the doorway. She did not look happy. For a moment, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I’d gotten what I wanted, and now I’d gone and screwed things up with my big mouth.
“If you want my husband’s load in your slutty, teenage cunt. You’ll need to take my strap-on up your ass, you dirty little fuck toy,” she said, spewing anger.
The joke was on her. I’d already decided that I wanted to try letting her fuck my ass. But it wouldn’t hurt me to look distressed.
So, I winced and bit my bottom lip. “If you insist, ma’am.”
“Oh, I do.”
“Same time next week?” I asked, unsure if they had been serious about sitting multiple times a week.
“Yes. Oh, and by the way, slut, you should probably go off the pill. If I’m gonna let him fuck you, the thrill of possibly knocking you up will make it so much more fun.”
My jaw dropped open.
She laughed. “I’m just playing, bitch. Like I’d let my husband plant his seed in you! But the look on your face is priceless. See you next week, and get ready for a thorough ass-fucking from me before I let him anywhere near your cunt.”
I nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
She flashed a wicked grin. “We intend to make excellent use of that body; it belongs to us now. We will work out a schedule so we can have you multiple times a week. Make yourself available to us, slut.”
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.”
When I got home that night, I emailed the other people I used to sit for and expressed my regret that I would no longer be available to watch their kids. I’d taken a full-time position with the Delsons. I didn’t let on that it required me to be a submissive little fuck toy.
As I undressed to get ready for bed. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. My ass was still pink, my left tit had a faint bruise from Mrs. D.’s rough nipple play, and I looked like a well-used whore.
This kinky-as-fuck couple had bested me at my own game. I had become the ultimate naughty babysitter and the perfect submissive slut.
I couldn’t wait to go back for more.
