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The Babysitter’s First Time, #3

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When I became a live-in babysitter, I never thought I’d end up here…spread open on the living room rug while my married boss takes control of my body for pay. I definitely never expected that his wife would catch us in the act.

But most of all, I never expected her reaction.

My most dangerous risk, my most intimate moment…led to my most intense, toe-curling, heart-pounding pleasure.

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I couldn’t get out of bed the next morning. I just lay there and thought about the previous afternoon, when Joel and I had had the house all to ourselves and he had taken my virginity in his own marital bed. I remembered the way he’d gotten me nice and wet, licking me and sucking my clit and making me beg for his cock, before finally pushing it inside of me, popping me open, and fucking me raw.

God, it had felt so good. So primal, animal. I’d felt like my entire body had been reduced to a gaping wet hole and two breasts, all for him. Now, lying in bed with only a thin wall separating my bedroom from where he probably still lay in bed with his wife, I reached a tentative hand down to my pussy. Wet again. I was insatiable these days. My pussy felt sore and stretched, but it made me smile in satisfaction. I no longer had the thin skin protecting my opening. Now I was truly open for business—from Joel, from my own hungry fingers, from the college guys I’d soon meet. It felt like a whole new world was opening up to me.

In the next room, I heard the low murmur of voices. Joel and Dana hadn’t had sex the night before, as they had so many of the other nights this past week that I’d been staying with them as their live-in babysitter. I knew because I’d heard them every time they had. Instead, last night, I had heard Dana’s giggles, then Joel’s voice telling her he was too tired, not in the mood.

Because of me, I knew.

Now, I heard her ask sleepily, “What time is it?”

“Nine o’clock,” came Joel’s lower tone. Hearing his voice made electricity shoot through my body, straight into my clit.

“I can’t believe Alice hasn’t come to wake us up yet,” Dana said.

“She’s off her game,” he agreed.

It was true: Joel and Dana’s four-year-old daughter was not good at patience, and almost every morning I’d been there she’d woken them up before their weekday alarms had at 6:45.

I was glad it was Sunday. Sundays meant my duties with Alice were light, a shared load with Joel and Dana, unlike on the weekdays while they were at work. Today I was free to spend most of the day daydreaming, remembering, wondering when I’d get Joel’s cock again.

A memory flashed onto my closed eyelids like watching a video: Joel, on top of me on his bed, his body pressing into mine, his cock positioned at the opening to my pussy. The moment when he’d popped me open. He’d hesitated, pushed, waited for me to confirm I wanted him to keep going, and then he’d pushed again and popped through, breaking my hymen and penetrating me in a single breathtaking moment….

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The Babysitter’s First Time, #2

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I can’t stop thinking about my married boss pushing into my mouth and down my throat…and I want more. He’s offered to pay me lots of money to pop me open for the first time and use me hard, and I need the money. It’s so wrong, so why can’t I stop thinking about it?

His wife is leaving for the afternoon. If he rubs my tight slit, I’m not sure I can resist….

And I’m not sure I want to.

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All week, I thought about Joel licking my wet pussy, about the way he had pushed his cock into my mouth and given me my very first taste of come. I was hornier than I’d ever been that week—rather than extinguishing my desire, the orgasm he’d given me only made me want more.

I wanted him to shove his cock inside of me, pop open my virgin pussy, pound me. I wanted to feel him stretching me open around his huge rod, wanted him to make me his.

Every time I ate a meal at Joel and Dana’s kitchen table, I remembered him hoisting me up there, staring at my exposed pink slit. My heart beat faster just being in that room.

Joel, of course, acted as though nothing had happened. He addressed me politely and professionally, though every once in a while I caught a glimpse of something dark and lustful in his eyes when his wife’s back was turned. And Dana, I knew, suspected nothing.

At night, I heard them fucking from the next room three other times, as I had my first night in their house. They made no effort to disguise their moans and grunts and sighs of pleasure, and I no longer felt bad about touching myself along with their rhythm. It became a near-nightly ritual, and I was disappointed when I didn’t hear them.

But I longed for it to be me that Joel spread out on that bed and thrust inside of. Since our first session, he hadn’t again mentioned wanting to fuck me, to take my virginity. I hadn’t dared bring it up, even when we were alone. I hoped I had been good enough for him, that he had enjoyed feeding me his cock.

Because I sure as fuck loved taking it. I almost didn’t want to admit to him how much I had liked it. If he knew, maybe he would no longer want to pay me for my services. But the secret truth was, as much as I needed the money, I had loved playing with Joel’s cock, loved having him rub it up and down the valley between my lubricated breasts. The truth was, I would’ve fucked him for free.

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The Babysitter’s First Time, #1 (Virgin, older man younger woman, cheating husband, oral sex)

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On my first night as a live-in babysitter, I overheard my bosses, Joel and Dana, talking dirty and getting off together, and touched myself—imagining it was me, daydreaming about my own sexy first time. But I got carried away and they heard me.

Now Joel is offering me money to do to me what he does to his wife. I want him to spread me open and lick me while I suck him…but he’s married. And I’ve never done this before.

It’s so wrong….But I’m not sure I can resist.

 

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Through my new bedroom wall, I heard faint moans, like someone trying to be quiet. Then giggles.

I crept silently toward the wall, grabbing a water glass off the desk, and pressed the glass against the wall, my ear against the glass, to amplify the sounds.

I was almost sure of it now: my new bosses, Joel and Dana, were having sex in the next room. It was only my first night in their house as their live-in babysitter, and already I was overhearing them having sex.

The girlish moans got louder, and then I heard Joel’s “Shh!” But a moment later the moans started up again, and then a rhythmic thumping. I felt myself get wet imagining what was going on in the next room. I could picture his strong thighs in front of her body, her legs open to him as he pumped into her.

What would his cock look like? Huge, I was sure. Meaty and thick, nice and hard. Just like the guys in the porn I’d accidentally caught sight of the year before. I’d never seen a real cock, but I was desperately curious what it would feel like inside of me, and so horny I could hardly stand it.

Without even realizing I was doing it at first, I reached down with my free hand and pushed inside the waistband of my silk pajama pants. Down into my lace panties, down, down, down, until I felt the warm wetness I was expecting. Ooh, my finger felt good against my throbbing, engorged clit. The skin there was so sensitive right now, and I made myself shudder by rubbing myself too firmly.

“You like that, you little slut?” I heard Joel say.

“Yes, yes,” Dana moaned. “Fuck me!”

The walls were paper-thin, I realized now. I didn’t even need the glass anymore. I set it down and used my other hand, the one not occupied in my panties, to rub my breasts, first on the outside of my sheer babydoll top, feeling my nipples through the thin fabric, and then pulling the satin ribbon that held the top together and allowing my breasts to free themselves. My nipples felt soft at first, pliable, but as I rubbed them they hardened beneath my fingers.

I had large breasts that had always attracted a lot of attention; in fact, I suspected they were part of what had landed me this job. I grabbed a handful of them now, squeezing as I rubbed more feverishly at the nub of my clit. My hand was getting drenched in my own juices.

Thump, thump, thump, came the sounds from the next room. My pussy felt as though it were stretching itself open to accommodate Joel, and I suddenly wished he were there with me, instead of in the next room with his wife. What would it feel like?

Stop it!, I told myself. That was no way to think about my employer. If I was going to get through this summer, I would have to be professional.

But I couldn’t ignore the moans, louder, more frenzied. I could hear his balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her—that’s how thin the walls were.

I crouched down, my back resting against the wall and legs spread open, so that I could push inside of my pussy with one finger. I couldn’t fit two—my hymen was still intact, after all; I had to be careful enough with one not to pop it open.

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Tied Down and Taken Hard, #3 (Bondage, MFM, fertile, cheating husband, forbidden, CMNF)

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May loves getting tied up and used hard by her twin’s husband, Joe, but this time it seems they’re going to get caught for sure. She’s still restrained, exposed, and dripping in his home office when Amy comes home. If Joe can’t keep his wife distracted, they’ll both be out on the street.

But May can’t untie herself. She’s going to need help…maybe from a sexy neighbor who wouldn’t mind dominating her naked body first, while he stays clothed. It’s so wrong and so risky, but there’s just no pulling out until May’s been filled up and glazed by both men.

Warning! This short story contains explicit, rough MFM threesome sex, and contains language and imagery that some readers may find offensive.

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My twin sister’s husband had just pulled his cock out of my tight hole as we heard her call out in the still house, “Joe? May? Are you here?”

My heart was pounding. I thought, This is it.

Amy was about to catch me fucking her husband.

I pulled at the ropes tying me to Joe’s office chair once again, though I knew already that they wouldn’t budge. My breasts bounced as I struggled, but nothing gave.

When we’d heard Amy’s voice, Joe had quickly tucked his softening cock back inside his pants and zipped up. Now he jumped toward the door, racing out to meet Amy in the front hallway before she could wander back to Joe’s home office to find us.

Because if she’d walked in on us, all would be lost.

Normally I would’ve been able to deny it. If I’d just been naked, I could’ve said, “Oh, I was just changing clothes.” After all, I’d been sleeping in Joe’s office since moving in with Amy and Joe at the beginning of the week. Whether my twin, who knew my “lying” face like it was her own — because it was — would believe me was a different story, but the point was I could try.

But this…There was no explaining away the position I was currently in. Joe had tied me down to his office chair with rope, completely naked, my knees pulled up so that my pussy was open and exposed, the first thing you’d see when you walked into the room. Worse yet, my pussy was dripping with Joe’s cum, stretched out and obviously used. He’d also wrapped the rope over my neck, securing me tightly to the chair, my hands tied behind me.

There was no explaining this. There was no way to pretend this was all a misunderstanding.

Out in the hall, I heard Joe greet his wife, only a hint of anxiety in his voice. “Amy! You’re home early.”

“No, I’m not,” she said, sounding confused, and I struggled against the rope again, testing it for weakness. Again, it was pointless — after all, I’d been tied here for the past eight hours already while Amy had been at work. Clearly Joe was an expert with the rope, given that he knew how to tie it tight enough that I couldn’t get free, but not so tight that it would hurt me.

I wondered briefly who he’d learned to do that with. Obviously not his wife.

“What’s going on?” my sister’s voice asked. “You look flushed.”

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Tied Down and Taken Hard, #2 (Bondage, fertile, cheating husband, forbidden, CMNF)

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She’s desperate to get dominated again.

It’s been days since May was tied up naked and in a compromising position by a forbidden man — her twin’s husband — and she’s craving more. But Amy’s keeping close tabs on May while she’s unemployed and under her roof, and Amy’s husband is scared of getting caught cheating.

If she wants to get used hard, May will have to be very, very good, not letting her eyes stray from the want ads while Joe takes control of her body. But if she breaks his rules, he’ll take it all away in an instant. He’ll keep her tied to his office chair all day if he has to, withholding pleasure and refusing to fill her up, unprotected the way she craves.

This 4,900-word short is for adults only! It contains explicit, rough oral and penetrative BDSM sex.

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It was hard not to think about Joe’s firm cock inside of me while I strained against the rope he’d used to tie me down to the bed. In the days after I let my twin sister’s husband dominate and fuck me, it was practically all I could think about.

I remembered the way he’d teased me, keeping me there tied up with my pussy open and exposed to him, but refusing to touch me like I wanted. How he’d left me for hours in that position while he ignored me and worked at his computer, taking breaks every so often to slap my breasts or force-feed me his cock…before that glorious moment when he’d finally pushed inside of me and fucked me hard.

I remembered how I’d moaned around the ball gag, arched my back to push him deeper into my unprotected pussy, pulled on the rope and found that it wouldn’t give.

I wanted nothing more than to have that experience again, and from the moment Joe exploded his hot cum inside of me, I knew I would do whatever it took to get it.

Unfortunately, my sister was hounding me about getting a job, and I knew I couldn’t stay in Joe’s office on the pullout couch forever. During the day, I went out, dropping off resumes and speaking with hiring managers. In the evening, I had dinner with Amy and Joe as though nothing had happened. At night, I slept on the bed where I’d so recently been held captive, and I touched myself frantically thinking about the experience, reliving it in my mind.

After a few days, I couldn’t take it anymore. I’d started sleeping naked in hopes that Joe would catch me and be so turned on he’d want to overpower me and take me again, but after that first day he ignored me, coming into the office in the morning and starting work without even bothering to wake me up.

I didn’t know what he was thinking. I didn’t know whether he felt guilty for cheating, but I was determined to make it happen again.

“Hi Joe,” I said one morning, stretching as he came into the room while I lay in bed, my eyes just starting to adjust to the light. I saw him glance at my stretching body, taking in my long, bare leg that poked out from under the covers, my breasts pressing up against the fabric in mounds.

“Hi, May,” he said, and sat down at the computer with his back to me. “Going out job searching?”

If my sister didn’t ask me in detail about how I’d spent each day, I would’ve delayed a couple of hours and tried to work my way into Joe’s pants again, but I knew she’d call me lazy if I told her I didn’t leave the house until 10 or 11 in the morning. And she could always tell when I was lying.

I hesitated, then got out of bed like I did each morning and stood naked in Joe’s office. But this time, instead of rooting around in my suitcase for something to wear, I went to stand beside Joe, so close he couldn’t ignore me, so close that I could feel the heat coming off his body.

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She needs to be used.
May’s husband never knew how to play rough with her, so she left him to find someone who will. Turns out, that person may be closer than she thinks….She moves in with Amy, the one person who looks just like her but couldn’t be more different. But Amy’s husband is not too happy about having his home office used as May’s sleeping quarters.

May is distracting, and she can’t even pay rent. So he offers a deal: He’ll force her to be quiet and still by tying her up to the bed, spread open and naked with a gag in her mouth, and dominate her however he wants when he takes breaks from working. It seems like the perfect arrangement: May will get used hard like she’s always wanted, and Joe will get to take a woman who looks like his wife in ways Amy would never allow — and then fill her up unprotected.

This 5,700-word story contains explicit oral and penetrative BDSM sex and is intended only for those 18 and older.

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I left my husband last week, but I’m not all that broken up about it. He never knew how to fuck me right anyway.

Oh, I know, sex is not the most important thing in marriage. But when you’ve spent the last seven years getting fucked by someone so timid you can hardly tell he’s inside of you, it starts to take on added importance.

By the end, I was dreaming of getting fucked hard. I was dreaming of getting tied down and having a hard cock shoved into my tight, juicy cunt, being forced to suck and fuck like some kind of sex slave. And it just got to be too much — I knew I had to go out and find what I needed.

But first, I had to leave my husband and take up temporary residence with my twin sister.

Little did I know that in that very first step, I would find exactly what I was looking for.

“So what are you going to do?” Amy asked me the day I arrived, leaning back against her immaculate kitchen counter. Although we were identical twins, our personalities were nothing alike. I was impulsive, while she thought everything through in excruciating detail. I loved to have fun, while she preferred planning for the future. I’d always let my true colors fly, while she wanted to present a positive face to the world. We didn’t see each other often because every time we did, we seemed to end up in some stupid argument. Now, though, I wasn’t sure where else to turn.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” I said, frustrated already. “I only just left. That’s why I’m here — I need time to just think and make a plan.”

“May, this is serious. Are you looking for jobs?” she persisted. “Are you trained in any sort of professional skills?”

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Again,” I said, trying to stay patient, “I’m just at the very beginning of thinking about all of this. It’s only been half a day.” The part I didn’t say was that I’d been thinking about sex more than — that in the hours since I’d left Rob, I’d thought about getting a job exactly zero times, and thought about finding the first new man to cram my cunt full of his hard cock almost endlessly.

You could tell just by looking that Amy and I were polar opposites. We both had the same DD-cup breasts, the same thin waist and curvy hips, the same round ass, but what we chose to do with those features was very different.

Amy wore button-up shirts seven days a week that hid her breasts under loose fabric and left not even a hint of cleavage on view at the top. I preferred tank tops or scoop-neck tees that were tight enough to show off every bit of my curves. She wore jeans or long skirts, while I chose skirts that ended at mid-thigh and high heels to elongate my legs further.

I knew what we had, and I was proud of it. Why my identical twin thought so differently about our assets was a mystery to me.

But I knew that Amy didn’t approve of my choices — everything from the way I dressed myself to the fact that I’d spent the last seven years as an unemployed housewife, to the fact that I’d left Rob over sexual incompatibility.

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