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From: "Norm DePloom" <NormNonSpamusDePloom@hotmail.com>
NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2003 04:42:07 GMT
Subject: {ASSM} "Babysitting Jeremy" Part 05{Norm DePloom}(Mf,cons,solo,exhib)
Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2003 09:10:06 -0400
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Caveat lector.

If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about sex with underage children,
don't read it.
If you don't like stories bout forced sex, don't read it.
If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, don't
read it.
If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this story,
don't read it.

Find my stories here-
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Copyright (C) 2003 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit
without the written permission of the author.  This story
may be freely distributed with this notice attached.  The
author may be contacted at 'MyStories at normdeploom dot
com'

All the characters and events in this story are fictional;
any resemblance to real people or events is entirely
coincidental.

Babbysitting Jeremy
Part 05

By
Norm DePloom

Mr. Hoover held the car door open for me then, after
climbing into the diner's side and starting the engine, he
sat and waited for several minutes before he spoke.

"What," he asked, turning to face me and placing his arm
over my shoulders, "would you guess would be the proper
thing for a fuck doll to do when she's in a car with her
owner?"

"Suck on his cock?"  I answered tentatively.

"That's right."  Mr. Hoover said, then continued to wait
patiently.  Even with that much of a hint it took me a couple
of minutes to realize exactly what tit was he was waiting
for.

"Oh," I said with an embarrassed smile then, after
releasing his re-hardening cock from his pants, I leaned
over and took it into my mouth.  With one hand on the top
of my head, Mr. Hoover put the car in gear and drove down
the street.  I could taste both Mrs. Hoover's and my cunts.
As he accelerated, Mr. Hoover's cock pushed deeper into my
mouth.  I practiced the technique I'd just learned and
opened my throat to the hard invader.  Mr. Hoover's
contented sigh encouraged me to take him even deeper into
my inexperienced throat.  As I sucked on his hard dick, Mr.
Hoover ran his hand down my hair, over my back and butt,
then slipped it under my skirt to finger my crotch while
he drove.  The drive home really wasn't long enough for a
real blowjob, especially for a man who had already cum
several times in the last few hours, but Mr. Hoover loved
having his dick in my mouth, even if he didn't expect to
have an orgasm.  That was fine with me, I love having a cock
in me, anywhere inside me.  He practically had to pry my
month from his dick when he parked in front of my parent's
house. Just like the week before, I started to get out of
the car and he had to stop me.

"Don't you want to be paid?"

"I wasn't really babysitting."

"We still have to pay you," Mr. Hoover said, as he pulled
money from his wallet.  He held out his hand with
considerably more money than I usually got paid.

"Your parents will expect you to be paid.  Besides, how are
you going to pay for garters and nylons if we don't pay you?"

"I guess I really am a little whore now," I said as I took
the offered money.

"Yes, I guess you are," he replied as I shut the car door
and he drove away leaving me standing on the sidewalk with
my purse in one hand, and a wad of bills and a large rubber
cock in the other.  I opened my purse and put the bills in
the zipper compartment where I kept my money.  I tried to
put the dildo in my purse also, but it was too big to fit
all the way in side.  I put as much of it in as could fit,
then walked into the house trying to cover the rest of it
with my hand.  I was in luck, my parents had already gone
to bed.

"Is everything ok, dear?"  My mom asked as I walked past
their room.

"Yes, mom, everything is fine."

"Did you lock the front door?"

"Yes mom."

"Ok, well, good night dear."

"Good night, mom.  Good night, dad"

"Good night."  My dad added as I closed my bedroom door.
I sat on my bed and looked at the huge rubber cock that Mr.
and Mrs. Hoover had sent home with me so I could practice
fucking myself.  For some unexplainable reason, I started
to cry.  All the fucking, sucking, and perversity that had
seemed so exciting just a few minutes ago, now, suddenly
felt cheap and degrading.  I couldn't believe that I'd
allowed them to take pictures of me with their son's cock
in my mouth.  Or that I'd been so desperate for that woman's
approval that I'd stuck my tongue in her ass hole without
even being asked to.  I had just been paid money to fuck
and to degrade myself for the pleasure of others.  I had
just become a whore.

Well, I thought after I'd taken my clothes off and climbed
into bed, at least being a whore pays better than
babysitting.  I dreamed of cocks and cunts all night and
woke up wet and horny; a condition I found myself in more
and more lately.  I had fallen asleep with the Hoover's
dildo in my hand, and I woke up staring at the head of a
large rubber cock that was lying beside me on my pillow.
How convenient, I thought as I took it into my mouth for
the first of my twice a day oral exercises.  I could still
taste my pussy on it from the night before.  As I opened
my throat and practiced pushing the dildo all the way inside
my mouth, I began to remember how exciting it had been to
have all three of the Hoovers watch as I had fucked myself;
depositing the very same dried cunt fluids I was tasting
at this moment.

I continued to force the rubber cock In and out of my throat
with my left hand while I spread my legs, then rubbed and
tugged on my clitoris with my right hand.  The huge dildo
muffled my squeals of joy when I had my first hip-pumping
pussy-thrusting orgasm of the day.  As I pulled the rubber
cock from my mouth, but continued to move my fingers gently
over the folds of my cunt, I wished that I had three hands
and another huge dildo so I could suck on one, fuck myself
with the other, and still have a hand left to tug on my
clitoris.

As instructed I used the dildo in my pussy and ass after
I finished with it in my mouth.  I had to keep reminding
myself that I was back in my own bed and could not vocalize
my orgasmic ecstasy the way I did at the Hoovers.  My ass
was a bit sore from the night before, so I had to be gentle
putting the BRD (Big Rubber Dick), as I'd come to think of
it, up my rear, but once the excitement begin to build I
got just as wild with it in my ass as I had ben with it in
my cunt, and ended up hanging on to the BRD with both hands
while I wildly fucking myself.

Despite rolling over onto my side and burying my face in
my pillow on several occasions, in attempts to muffle
myself, I was afraid my parents might have been awakened
by my overly enthusiastic expressions of sexual bliss.
However, when I finally up and dressed, I found my parents
still asleep in their bed.  Sunday had always been the day
to sleep in for them.  After dressing I looked at my face
in the mirror, half expecting my face to show some signs
of my perverted actions the night before, but there were
none.

"You," I said to my reflection, "are a whore.  You are paid
to fuck."  The small, almost insignificant, feeling of
shame that accompanied my self-accusation only seemed to
add excitement to the concept.  I left a note for my parent's
and left the house headed for the mall.

I was wearing a skirt and sweater, like I always do, except
this time I was wearing nothing else, except my sandals.
Unlike other girls my age, I preferred to wear skirts
instead of long pants or shorts.  Skirts always made me feel
more 'female'.  Mr. and Mrs.  Hoover didn't have to explain
their desire for me to quite wearing underwear.  I
understood immediately that they wanted me to be available
for sex at all times.

I had a three-block walk to the bus stop that would take
me to the mall.  As I walked, and the cold morning air
swirled around my naked crotch, I realized that I could fuck
any man I wanted to just by spreading my legs for him.
Thinking about all the different times and places I could
fuck, if I wanted to, had me wet with excitement by the time
I reached the bus stop.  I experienced a delicious blend
of vulnerability and opportunity.  It's probably a good
thing that there weren't any males around while I waited
for the bus, I might have pulled him into the bushes to try
out my knew, always available pussy.

During the ride to the mall, an old man sitting across the
isle kept staring at me.  On impulse, when the bus arrived
at the mall, I spread my legs a little more than really
necessary and almost burst out laughing when he caught site
of my naked cunt.  His eyes bugged out so far I thought they
were going to pop from his head.

The first place I stopped in the mall was McDonald's for
some breakfast.  As I ate my McMuffin, I thought about how
excited showing my pussy to that old man had made me.  I
had already discovered my exhibitionist streak at the
Hoovers, but this no panties rule was opening all kinds of
new doors for me.

I selected one black, and one red garter belt, and two pairs
of really nice old-fashioned nylons, and half expected them
to card me at the register.  I felt like I was buying
contraband, and expected the morality police to show up and
tell me I wasn't old enough to buy such sexually provocative
clothing.  I headed for the women's restroom; while I was
eating breakfast, I had come up with an idea for some fun.
Closing the stall door, I put on the black garter belt and
a pair of the stockings.  Shivers ran over my body as I
pulled the nylons up my legs.  This was entirely different
from the pantyhose I wore on special occasions.  I felt more
like a whore just having them on.  The restroom was empty
when I came out of the stall, so I stepped over to the sinks
and pulled the bottom of my skirt up so I could look at
myself.  I could feel my nipples getting hard as I looked
at my pubic hair framed by the garter and hose.  It was only
after I dropped my skirt, and turned to leave that I saw
the sign.  'SINK AREA UNDER SURVEILLANCE BY VIDEO CAMERA.'
What else could I do?  Facing the camera, I pulled my skirt
back up, then waved.  Smoothing my skirt back down, I left
the room and headed for the shoe store on the other side
of the mall.

I walked around pretending to look at the shoes while I
waited for a salesman who appeared to be about my father's
age to finish with the older woman he was waiting on.  The
longer I waited for my chosen victim, the hotter I got.  By
the time he was free, I was pondering the heals on a pair
of six inch spikes as possible surrogates for BRD.

"My I help you young lady?"  I turned to face him holding
the shoes.

"Yes," I answered, doing my best to look as young and
innocent as possible, "I'd like to try these on."  I gave
him the shoes and sat down in one of the chairs facing away
from the opening to the mall.  The salesman pulled one of
those slanty shoe-store stools over and sat facing me.  I
put my foot up on the slanty part, making sure he got just
the briefest glimpse under my skirt, just enough to let him
know I was naked where it counted the most.  He did not seem
to notice, but when he stood up to get the shoes from the
storeroom, he pushed his hand into his pocket in an attempt
to hide the bulge that was already growing in his trousers.
I pretended not to notice, after all, I was just an innocent
young thing, who had no idea that the nasty old shoe
salesman was looking up her skirt.

I gave him a better look between my legs while he slipped
the shoes on my feet and fastened the buckles.  He let his
hand rest on my calf for a moment after fastening the second
buckle, and I was way to busy looking at the shoes to notice
that, as he helped me move my foot off the stool, the
salesman managed to spread my legs for another good view
between my thighs.  I stood up, and with my skirt covered
pussy just inches from his face, looked down at the shoes.
I sat back down, making sure my skirt was pulled just a
little higher than before and placed my left foot back on
the slanty part of the stool.  I rocked my foot back and
forth several times examining the shoe.  The salesman was
no longer even trying to pretend that he wasn't looking at
my naked cunt.  Leaving my left foot on the stool, I twisted
my upper body to the right.  In the process, I spread my
legs further apart and pulled my sweater tight against my
tits.

"I think," I said, pointing to the shelf behind me, "that
I'd like to try that red pair."

"Yes," the salesman said, "the red pair."  I turned back
around to discover that the salesman had not taken his eyes
off my pussy to see which shoes I was pointing to.  I leaned
forward, allowing my knees to spread further.

"The red ones," I repeated, practically whispering it in
his ear.

"Yes," he said with a guilty blush, "of course, the red
ones."  There was no way the salesman could even try to hide
the hard cock in his pants when he stood up and walked to
the storeroom.  When he came back, the salesman was carrying
the shoebox in front of his crotch for obvious reasons.  I
still had my left foot up on the slanty stool, he put the
box down on the floor after he sat on the flat part of the
stool then he placed his hand on the back of my leg, right
below my knee and let it slide down my calf to my ankle,
it was all I could do to keep my hands out of my crotch,
or off of his.  After removing the first shoe, and helping
me into the second, the salesman ran his hand back up the
back of my calf to the back of my knee, where he lingered
for a few moments before lifting my left leg off the stool.
He repeated the process with the right shoe, complete with
lingering caresses.  After he lifted my right leg down from
the stool, his hand moved upward from the back of my knee
instead of downward.  I spread my legs as far as the chair
would allow and a shiver ran down my spine when his fingers
touched my wide-open, wet cunt.  I closed my legs as soon
as his fingers touched my pussy, holding his hand between
my thighs.

"For the shoes?"

"Come with me," the salesman said after a quick look around
the store.

"I hope so," I said as I stood up and followed him into the
back room.  He didn't even take me into the tiny office I
saw in the corner of the storeroom, but back between two
shelving units stacked high with shoeboxes.  Pushing me
back against the cement wall, the salesman pushed one hand
between my legs and clumsily fingered my wet pussy while
he unzipped his fly with the other.  It's a good thing I
was already excited, because this guy was not a great lover.
As soon as his hard cock was free from his pants, he lifted
my legs and pushed it into my cunt.  The only reason I came
at all was because I'd been on the edge since I flashed that
man on the bus, and everything I'd done since thins added
to my excitement.  The only thing really exciting about
being fucked by the shoe salesman in the shoe store
storeroom was that it was my first freelance whore job.
Three minutes after I got up from the chair, I was walking
out of the store wearing a two hundred dollar pair of shoes,
and with shoe salesman cum dripping down my thighs.

This turned out to be a very educational experience.  Within
fifteen minutes, it turned nasty, and not sexy nasty, but
betrayal nasty.  I learned that my 'customers' often
suffered from 'buyer's remorse'.  I was approached by one
of the mall security guards, who insisted that I accompany
him back to the shoe store.  The asshole who fucked me was
actually the store manager, and now he was trying to get
me busted for stealing the shoes.  The asshole, the security
guard, and I sat around the desk in the tiny office in the
corner of the shoe store storeroom, discussing my immanent
arrest for shoplifting.  It's a good thing I can think on
my feet, so to speak.

"Hey asshole," I said to the store manager, "you think it
will be easier to explain to your boss why you raped an
underage customer than it would be to explain a missing pair
of shoes?"

"I did not rape you."

"When you call the police," I said turning to the security
guard, "be sure and let them know that I will need
transportation to the emergency room for a rape
examination."  I turned back to the asshole.

"Your cum is dripping from my cunt, asshole, and I'm only
sixteen years old, that's rape in this state, even if you
did try to buy me off with a pair of shoes."

"Ok, don't have her arrested, she can leave, but the shoes
have to stay."

"Call the police," I said to the guard, "he raped me."  I
was bluffing, and I could tell the guard knew it.

"Alright," the asshole gave in, "get that whore out of my
store."  I stood up and walked towards the door.

"Tell me," I said turning to face the asshole, "who's more
pathetic, a sixteen-year-old whore who fucks for a pair of
two hundred dollar shoes or the middle-aged asshole who
gives her the shoes for a two minute fuck?"



-- 
Norm DePloom

"If it were done when 'tis done,
then 'twere well It were done quickly"-
Macbeth

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