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any resemblance to real people or events is entirely 
coincidental.

Babysitting Jeremy 
The adventures of that cum slut and sex toy known as Little 
Whore Ellen
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?"  



  
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