1. Bedding the Babysitter Ch 05


    Date: 1/23/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blackmail, Domination/submission, Female / Girl, Lesbian, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 95.2, Source: sexstories.com

    flirting, if she was even flirting at all, distract me.” “You seem pretty distracted right now, dyke,” Karen pointed out, while beginning to fuck me slowly with the toy. “Y-y-yes, that is true,” I agreed, unable to deny my newfound desire to come. I continued telling my daughter my complete fall from grace, “Obviously I couldn’t control my desire. When I came into Jenny’s room the following day or two, whenever it was, I realized two things: one, I had a small crush on my daughter’s new friend and two, my daughter was a lesbian.” “How did you know that?” Karen led me on. “At the time, it was just a hunch. As for you, Karen, well, I knew I had a crush on you the second you came into my house and kissed me on both cheeks again. I instinctively almost moved in for a kiss on your lips, but held back barely at the last second. But when you complimented me, ‘Mrs. Wyatt, you look amazing today,’ I was putty. When I felt your hand just touching my ass, any doubts I had that you were just really friendly were put to rest. As watched you leave, my vagina, I mean my cunt, tingled uncontrollably as I checked out your amazing legs from behind. Once you two went upstairs, I took a long cold drink of water, trying to ignore my inappropriately building fascination with my daughter’s 18-year-old cheerleader friend.” “Did you masturbate downstairs, my slave?” Karen inquired. “No, Mistress. I controlled my desires, but then I heard your scream and rushed up the stairs. As soon as I entered the ...
    room, I knew that my daughter was a lesbian.” “How did you conclude that?” Karen curiously asked, the toy now fully inside me. “The sexual tension in the room and Jenny’s ruby red cheeks implied she was guilty about something. Your red face and slightly heavy breathing, Karen, was the next clue. There was no way you stubbed your toe. Then you asked me to check your toe and I knew this was where I should have said no, but instead I knelt down beside you, suddenly feeling absurdly nervous. I could smell your sex instantly and when I looked up, I could see your shaved cunt glistening. I instantly concluded my precious daughter’s face had just been between these legs. I then gave you a massage as requested, my own cunt beginning to uncontrollably leak into my panties. I couldn’t resist and took many quick glimpses between your legs and into your cunt. Once done and you kissed me on both cheeks again, I panicked and wanted to leave. Just as I was leaving, I glanced at my daughter, who was staring at me, her face shiny with what I assumed was your juice. Stunned and completely out of my element, I quickly left the room. I was rattled the rest of the evening, long after you left. Supper with my daughter was awkward, as I knew what she had done and I felt like she knew exactly what I was feeling. That evening, alone in my bed again, I masturbated myself to not one, not two, but three orgasms, imagining it was me between your legs, not my daughter. I couldn’t believe that instead of ...