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- https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/normdeploom/ Copyright � 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. Babysitting Jeremy The adventures of that cum slut and sex toy known as Little Whore Ellen Part 06 By Norm DePloom I thought the asshole was going to have a heart attack. He turned all red and sputtered incoherently until he finally picked up a box of shoes and hurled it at my head. I dodged the cardboard missile and beat a hasty retreat into the mall. "I guess I can forget about getting a matching purse." I said when the guard caught up with me. "Yes," the guard said as he started walking with me, "in fact he's insisting that I kick you out of the mall and never let you back in." "Am I being escorted from the premises?" "No, he's done this before." "Done what before?" "Promised women shoes in exchange for sex, then threatened to have them arrested for shoplifting if they didn't give the shoes back. I'm glad you stood up for yourself and at least made him live up to his end of the bargain." I had been walking towards the nearest mall exit while we talked; I'd had enough excitement for one morning. I may have seemed cool and in control on the outside, but I was trembling with fear on the inside. "That's me, champion of downtrodden women everywhere." I said with a bow. "No," the guard said with a smirk as he opened the door for me, "you're a teenage whore who's lucky she's not being arrested." I opened my mouth to argue with him, and then closed it again, why argue with the truth. "By the way," the guard added as I turned to walk away, "you have a really nice, ah, garter." I actually blushed when he said that. You'd think I'd have been beyond blushing by that time. On the bus ride home, I changed back into my old shoes. I'd have to hide the expensive new ones until I could think of an explanation for how I came to own them, and it had to be an explanation my mother would believe, and one that did not include cocks in my cunt. The bus was almost empty, and I was sitting where the driver could see me in his big mirror, so I put on a show for him while I changed my shoes. I played it innocent, pretending that I wasn't aware that I was flashing him views of my pussy. I only stopped after he almost hit an old woman who was crossing the street. Like Parker's uncle says 'with great power comes great responsibility'. When I got home, I stashed the packages in the back of the coat closet in the front hallway, where I could retrieve them later, and joined my parents in the living room. "Hi, hon," my mom said, giving me a kiss on the cheek, "don't you look like the grownup lady." Holding me at arms length mom turned and spoke to dad, "doesn't our little angel look all grown up?" "Mmm-hmm," dad acknowledged, looking up from his paper, then he put down the paper and really looked at me for the first time in many years. I think that right that instant for the very first time he really, truly realized that I wasn't eight years old any more. I think he actually saw my breasts and my filled-out hips for a change. "Oh, my god," he said softly, and while I'm sure he would deny it, and will Keep it buried deep inside himself forever, just for a second I saw the same lust and desire in his eyes that I saw in Mr. Hoover's and in the eyes of the asshole in the shoe store. That brief look sent shivers over my body and made me hot and wet between my legs. I knew without a doubt that memories of my father's lust filled eyes would replay in my head the next time I pushed the BRD into my cunt. Knowing that my father, even if just for moment, saw me not as his little girl, but as a sexually mature female that he would like to fuck, made me proud. "We were just leaving," my mom said, totally oblivious to the look I had received from my father, "to get some brunch, would you like to come along?" "No, thanks, mom I ate at the mall." I figured she didn't really want to know that I had a date with a BRD, and their being out of the house would make it just that much better. "Are you sure? We're going to see a movie afterward." "I'm sure, mom, I have some homework to do." I lingered in the living room until my parent's car pulled out of the driveway, then retrieved my packages and took them to my room. I put on my new shoes, then slowly undressed, taking off everything except my garter, hose, and new shoes. I can't explain why I did what I did next, or why it was such a turn on for me. As I walked naked through the house, I touched myself. I touched my belly, my breasts, and my fanny. My hands moved over my skin like a stranger's exploring it for the first time. My pussy got wetter and wetter as I wondered around the house and explored my naked body with my hands. When I got to my parents bedroom, I laid on my back on my parent's bed, spread my legs and pushed my fingers inside myself. I fucked my fingers in and out of my cunt for several minutes. But I needed more, my fingers weren't enough anymore, and the BRD was in my room. I pulled my fingers from my pussy and, after getting up from my parent's bed, absent-mindedly licked the slimy cunt secretions from my fingers as I walked to my bedroom. I could taste the shoe store clerk's cum mixed with my vaginal secretions. When I returned to my room, I looked at my naked body in the mirror. I decided that, when I dressed only in garter, hose, and high heels, I really did look like a whore. I put my hand over my pubic hair to get an idea what I would look like if I shaved myself. I wasn't sure if Mr. and Mrs. Hoover would be happy or angry if I did that without asking them first. I pulled the BRD from under my panties in my underwear drawer, then moved my chair over in front of the mirror. Sitting on the chair, I laid the BRD on the floor. Lifting and spreading my legs, I placed one foot on the wall on each side of the mirror and, for the first time, really looked at my cunt. I pulled it open with my fingers and pulled the skin back from my clitoris. I held the skin back and, after getting plenty of lubricant on my finger, gently rubbed back and forth over my exposed clitoris. The feelings were so intense I thought I was going to pass out. I closed my eyes and imagined that my finger was my father's tongue. "Oh yes, daddy, oh god yes, make me cum." The utter perversity of what I was doing triggered a body-wrenching orgasm that seemed to last forever. I opened my eyes and saw a long string of my pussy lubricant hanging down from the bottom of my cunt all the way to the floor like drool from a sideways mouth. "Fuck me, daddy," I begged in a little girl voice, as I picked up the BRD, "fuck your little girl." I watched in the mirror as the large head of the rubber dildo spread my wet, glistening cunt lips apart. "Fuck me, daddy," I said again as I pushed it deeper into myself, "fuck my whore pussy with your big cock." As the BRD slipped further into my cunt, I reached around the outside of my legs with my left hand and gently pushed a finger into my ass. "I'm a whore, daddy, fuck your little girl whore." I said as I leaned my head back and concentrated on the feel of my cunt and ass as both were being penetrated. As I pulled the BRD almost all the way out and pushed it all the way back in, a new image popped into my perverse mind; an image that at first scared me, then left me limp and drained after the most intense orgasm of my life. I imagined my father, overcome with lust, bending me over the edge of my parent's bed. Bending at the waist, my spread feet on the floor, I saw, in my sick, perverted mind, my momma laying on the bed with her knees bent and her legs spread in eager anticipation. "Lick your momma's pussy, hon, make your mommy cum." My fantasy mother said to me while I imagined my daddy pushing my face into her crotch like Mr. Hoover had pushed my face into his wife's cunt. Pulling the BRD, and my fingers, from my body, I stood up, turned around, spread my legs, and then bent over until my head and chest rested on the seat of the chair. "Fuck your whore's ass, daddy, fuck me hard." Reaching behind myself with both hands, I pushed the head of my borrowed BRD against my anal sphincter with all the force I could apply. I really wished that there had been a man there to hold my hips and brutally slam his cock into my ass. I wanted my ass fucked hard and painfully, I wanted to be hurt and punished for thinking about my parents the way I was. My ass opened suddenly and the big rubber cock slipped all the way inside in one uncomfortable motion. "Yes," I yelled, "rape my ass daddy, hurt me for being a whore." In my mind, I wasn't sixteen, but Jeremy's age, about ten and my daddy was brutally raping my ass while I was being forced to lick my mother's cunt. They were doing this to punish me after they caught me showing my hairless little-girl pussy to the boy next door. "If you're going to act like a whore, we'll treat you like a whore." The daddy-in-my-mind said as he pulled me into the house and ripped my clothes from my body. "Little girl whores aren't allowed to wear clothes," he said as he bent me over the bed, "little girl whores have to go everywhere naked." He continued as he forced his huge hard cock into my tight, virgin, little-girl ass. I fucked the BRD into my ass as hard as I could while I imagined my parents abusing me. I think I screamed when I started cuming. I think I did. I'm sure I heard somebody screaming, and I was the only one there. As I began to recover, I hoped that none of the neighbors had heard. As the most intense orgasm of my life began to fade, I found myself crumpled on the floor in front of the mirror. I pulled myself to my knees, I also had a mouth that needed attention. Still in the throws of my fantasy of being punished by my parents for being a nasty little-girl whore, I held the base of the rubber cock with both hands so it stuck straight out from the mirror right at crotch height. With my forearms resting against the glass, and the dildo pointing towards my face, I slowly moved my mouth towards the rubber cock. I was so caught up in my fantasy of parental punishment that I could really feel the hands in my hair pulling my mouth onto the cock as it moved over my tongue and penetrated my throat. To punish his little whore, my fantasy daddy held his hard cock deep in my throat until he thought I was about to pass out. Only then was I allowed to pull my head back and take a breath. I have no idea how long my punishment lasted. Over and over I was compelled to force the large rubber cock into my throat and hold it there until I was on the verge of passing out. The whole time I was terrified. I was terrified by the fantasy I was playing out. I was terrified by the knowledge that even a slight miscalculation on my part could leave me dead with a huge rubber dildo sticking out of my mouth. Mostly I was terrified by my inability to stop the compulsive thrusting of the rubber cock deep into my throat. I didn't stop until, too exhausted to continue, I fell back from the mirror and laid sprawled on the floor with every muscle in my body trembling uncontrollably. When I'd rested and relaxed enough to stand up and walk, I got up and, after removing my shoes, nylons, and garter belt, headed for the shower. While I showered, I decided to stay away from fantasies involving my parents for at least the rest of the week. It had given me a great orgasm, but I obviously had a tendency to loose control, and I felt incredibly guilty afterwards. It took some time for me to get my thoughts straight, I knew that I didn't want my mom and dad to really do those things to me, but it still excited me beyond belief to imagine them doing it. I finally realized that one of the things that made my involvement with the Hoovers so exciting; they were parental without being my parents. I did as I had been instructed, and fucked my pussy, ass, and mouth with the BRD at least twice a day. Each day my ass was less sore, and everyday, as I became used to being stretched, and as I learned how to take a cock up my ass, inserting the BRD in my rear became easier and more pleasurable. The oral practice was also useful, by the end of the week I was sure my gagging days were over. Mrs. Hoover called Thursday evening to 'officially' ask me to baby sit. "Hey, Little Whore," she greeted me with a friendly voice when I answered the phone. "Hey, Momma Whore." Since no one was around to hear, I decided to try out my new nickname for Mrs. Hoover. There was a long pause. I held my breath waiting for her response. "I like that." Mrs. Hoover finally said. I could hear the smile in her voice, and sighed with relief. "We want you to baby sit on Saturday," I could hear the quotes around baby sit even over the phone. "You know I'd love to." I could hear my voice purring with anticipation. "That's why we call you Little Whore," Mrs. Hoover said with a chuckle, "we want you here promptly at eight." "OK" "If you get here early wait on the porch until exactly eight, then come in." "OK" "The door will be unlocked, be sure you lock it after you enter. Take off all your clothes, except your garter, nylons, and shoes." "OK," I seemed to be saying 'OK' a lot. "Leave your clothes on the table beside the door and come into the living room." "OK," I started getting wet just thinking about stripping and walking into the room naked. "Your mother has already agreed for you to stay overnight." "Oh my god, I get to stay all night?" "Yes, Little Whore, you get to stay all night, and most of Sunday too." "I'm getting wet just thinking about it." "So am I, dear, so am I. Don't forget the dildo." "OK," I'm sure she heard the disappointment in my voice as I thought about giving up my BRD. "See'ya, bye," and she hung up. I went to my room, shut the door, and got out the BRD, if I was only going to have it for two more days, I wanted to get as much use out of it as I could. I broke up with my boyfriend on Friday, who needs a boyfriend when I had a whole world full of men willing to give me nice presents just for the privilege of sticking their cocks into my body. If I'd let him fuck me, what would it have gotten me besides a ruined reputation and the chance to abort his demon spawn? Besides, my ex-boyfriend couldn't afford to fuck me any more. My parents drove off, leaving me standing on the Hoovers front porch at exactly eight o'clock P.M. I opened the door, stepped inside, then closed, and locked it after me. The total, deathly silence added to my excitement as I pulled my sweater over my head, then let my skirt slip down my nylon covered legs. I folded my clothes, then laid them neatly on the table beside the door. I slipped off the shoes I'd worn on the ride over, then pulled my new shoes from the much larger purse I was carrying and put them on, then put my old shoes in the purse. Finally, I pulled the BRD from the purse and then placed the purse on top of my sweater and skirt. My pussy was already wet from the anticipation as I walked down the hallway and came to a dead halt when I entered the living room. I could feel my face, neck, shoulders, and chest all the way down to the tops of my breasts turning red. Can you imagine how embarrassed you'd be if you were sixteen and you walked into a room full of fully clothed adults when you were naked and had a huge rubber cock in your hand?BabysittingJeremy06