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Babysitting Jeremy

The adventures of that cum slut and sex toy known as Little Whore Ellen

Part 07

 

By

Norm DePloom

 

There I was, for all intense and purposes, naked, with a huge rubber cock in my hand being looked at by a room full of people my parents age, dressed appropriately for an informal cocktail party.  What's worse, I figured a good half of them knew my parents.  I would have run from the room in tears and total humiliation if Mrs. Hoover hadn't come over and put her arm around my waist.

 

"Come on, dear," she said as she moved me towards the closest couple, "I need to introduce you to our guests."  As we approached the couple, Mrs. Hoover slipped her hand up and cradled my breast, causing fresh blood to replenish my embarrassed face.

 

"Spread your legs, dear," she said, as we stopped in front of the man and woman.  I did as I was told, and received a gentle breast squeeze as a reward.  I'm really not sure if it was the man, or the woman who pushed their hand between my legs and explored my wet pussy with their fingers.

 

"Firm young body and the morals of an alley cat, isn't that what you said?"  The man asked Mrs. Hoover, acting like I wasn't even there.

 

"Yes," Mrs. Hoover confirmed, pulling on my erect nipple, "she's sixteen and fucks like a whore."  I could feel my face turning an even brighter red.

 

"In fact," Mrs. Hoover continued, "so far we haven't found anything she won't do."  Mrs. Hoover released my hard nipple but, still cupping my breast, offered it to the man who leaned over and, after running his tongue around the crinkled areola several times, held my nipple between his lips and flicked his tongue up and down over it.  Mrs. Hoover moved to stand behind me.  Reaching around both sides of my naked body, Mrs. Hoover cupped both of my breasts and, while the man continued to stimulate my left nipple with his lips and tongue, she worked on my right nipple with her fingers.  A ripple of soft laughter moved through the couples in the room.  I looked around, trying to discover its cause, and realized that every eye was on me, watching with great interest everything that was being done to my naked body. 

 

They were laughing because I, without realizing it, was moaning out loud and rocking my hips fucking my cunt against the woman's hand.  I was suddenly struck with uncharacteristic shyness.  I tried to hide my face from the stares, but everywhere I looked there was someone looking back at me.   I could see the bulges in the fronts of the men's trousers and realized that each bulge represented a hard cock that would fuck me at least once before this night ended.  I was entering a real life version of my favorite fantasy, and I wasn't at all sure I really wanted to.  I was nothing more than a sex toy, there only for their pleasure, and nothing more.

 

The man released my nipple from his mouth, and the woman removed her hand from my crotch.  Mrs. Hoover, once again with her arm around me and her hand cupping my breast possessively, walked me a couple of steps to where the next couple waited. 

 

"Bend her over, please."  The man addressed his request to Mrs. Hoover. 

 

"Spread your legs wide," Mrs. Hoover instructed after she turned me around so I faced away from the couple and moved me towards the center of the room.  I moved my right foot about three feet from my left foot. 

 

"Now bend over and put your palms on the floor."  I was limber enough that it would cause me no problem to fold my body in half and place my hands side by side on the floor, but first I had to do something with the large rubber cock I was still holding in my hand.  I held it out with a questioning look on my face.

 

"Here, I'll take that," one of the other women finally said relieving me of my burden.

 

"You know you can't use that until later."  Mrs. Hoover said, teasing the woman.

 

"Maybe you can show me how."  The other woman teased back.

 

From the time I entered the room, and Mrs. Hoover slipped her arm around my naked waist, she had continued to touch me, and as I bent over to put myself on display, I could feel her hands moving over my body.  When she was satisfied with my position, Mrs. Hoover stood beside me with her hand resting on my up turned fanny.

 

"So this is your Little Whore, as you called her?"  The woman asked.

 

"Yes, this is the cumslut sextoy, Ellen, my Little Whore."  The sting of betrayal I felt discovering that Mrs. Hoover had shared what I had assumed was a private nickname with other people was tempered by the pride of ownership I heard in her voice when she confirmed that I was, indeed, her 'Little Whore' and there was no arguing out of my being a cumslut and a sextoy.

 

I had never been on display quite like this before, even when I stripped and spread my legs wide while lying on the coffee table, I had not been on display like this.  It was becoming obvious that the only thing the people in this room were interested in were those two holes between my legs.  I was also sure that the only thing about my head that they would be interested in would be the hole in the front.  The one that was large enough for cocks to fit into.  I seriously doubted that any of them would be interested in any thoughts that might be inside my head. 

 

All my life, in virtually every situation, I have felt that I wasn't 'enough'.  I wasn't tall enough, I wasn't smart enough, I wasn't pretty enough, and on, and on.  There never seemed to be a situation where just being me was all I needed to be.  Now I was with a room full of people for whom, as long as my cunt was wet, my ass was tight, and my throat was compliant, I was enough.

 

From my upside down, between-my-legs vantage point I watched as the man approached my obscenely displayed crotch.  He placed his left hand on my left hip and moved the first finger of his right hand up and down the slick folds of my pussy lips.  Once he was satisfied with the amount of lubrication on his finger the distinguished looking gentleman placed the tip of the finger on the center of my ass and pushed.

 

"Nice," he said as his finger slowly pushed my sphincter open and sank into the warm opening, "good sphincter muscle tone."  The man announced to the people in the room, who all seemed to be fascinated with the sight of his finger slowly disappearing into my ass.  "This will make for some really top quality ass fucking."  He announced as his finger reached full penetration.

 

"My husband and my son seem to agree with you."  Mrs. Hoover said with an appreciative squeeze of my rump. 

 

"Stand up, dear," Mrs. Hoover said, looking down at my upside down face.  Realizing that his time was 'up', the man, with some apparent reluctance, let his finger slip from my anus and stepped back to join his wife.  As Mrs. Hoover moved my naked body from one couple to the next for their examinations, the people in the room discussed, in highly complimentary terms, the quality and quantity of my vaginal secretions; the size, shape, and texture of my areola and nipples; the firmness of my breasts and fanny; the flatness of my belly; and my general all around fuckability, which they considered to be very high.  Sometimes they would ask Mrs. Hoover to put me in some particular position they favored and sometimes they'd just want to suck on my nipples or probe the inside of my pussy or ass with their fingers.  They always spoke to Mrs. Hoover, never to me; after all, I was just as much a fuck toy as the large rubber cock I was carrying when I came into the room. Mrs. Hoover would then move me into whatever position they had requested or make sure the part of my naked body they were interested in was presented to them for their examination.  By the time the last couple were finished, I needed to be fucked with a need that was stronger than anything I'd ever felt in my life.  Never before had I wanted a cock inside me so desperately, my cunt hungered and ached for a cock.  I felt like I would go insane if somebody, anybody, didn't start fucking me.   

 

Mrs. Hoover, with her arm still around my waist, walked me to the center of the room.  Turning me to face her, Mrs. Hoover put her arms around my naked body and, pulling me tightly against her, pushed her leg between my thighs.  As she kissed me, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth, Mrs. Hoover grasped mg fanny with both hands and urged me to hump my wet, needy cunt against her leg.  I didn't need much encouragement; I wrapped my arms around her waist and fucked my cunt against her thigh like a dog fucking its master's leg.  The fact that I was being watched while I desperately fucked Mrs. Hoover's leg only made me hotter.  It didn't take me long to reach the point where I was ready to cum, but just before my much needed orgasm started Mrs. Hoover pushed me away.  Out of my mind with lust, I continued fucking the empty air after Mrs. Hoover pulled her leg away. 

 

Mrs. Hoover led me over to the dining room table and we turned just in time to see Jeremy walk into the room, just as naked as I was.  With Mrs. Hoover's arm once again around my waist, and her hand once again holding my breast, we watched as her son made his way across the room.  Every few steps one of the woman or, occasionally, one of the men would stop Jeremy and fondle his hard little-boy cock, or his balls.  Jeremy would pause for a few seconds, then thank the person and continue on his way.  The whole scene was so perverse and just plain nasty it made me squirm with delight.  I wanted every man in the room to dump his cum in my pussy while every woman fucked her cunt against my face. 

 

When Jeremy finally made his way across the room, he climbed up on one of the chairs beside the table then, from there, stepped up onto the table.  Standing right at the edge of the table Jeremy looked over the men and woman in the room while he slowly stroked his hard cock for a couple of minutes then he got down on his knees.  Once Jeremy was on his knees on the table, his hard little-boy cock was right at the height of my mouth.  I did not need instructions; I stepped over to Jeremy and, grasping his firm young butt with both hands, took his hard cock into my mouth.  Jeremy put his hands on the back of my head, just as my hands were on his fanny, and we worked together, Jeremy fucking his hips while I moved my head forward and backward. 

 

The men and women in the room gathered around to watch the ten-year-old boy fuck his sixteen-year-old babysitter's mouth.  Standing in front of Jeremy, loving the feel of his cock fucking in and out of my mouth, hands began to touch every part of my naked body.  My lust rose to levels I'd never experienced before as my breasts were squeezed; my nipples were pulled and twisted; and my fanny, belly, and thighs were caressed.  I spread my legs wide to make myself available and immediately felt fingers pushing into my pussy and ass.  I rocked my hips trying to fuck both my cunt and my ass on the fingers.  More than anything, I wanted to feel cum oozing from every hole in my body.    

               

Jeremy must have received some signal from Mr. or Mrs. Hoover, he pulled his cock from my still sucking mouth and moved away from the edge of the table as hands lifted me off the floor and deposited me on my back on the table.  Last and adrenalin had so saturated my body that everything seemed to be happening in slow motion.  Holding my Knees with my hands, I spread my thighs as wide as they would spread, displaying my open wet cunt, and my quivering ass hole for all to see.  By this time I had produced so much cunt lubricant that my pubic hair was matted with it, the upper part of my inner thighs were slick and sticky with it, my skin was coated with it all the way back to my ass, I left shiny slippery trails of it on the table when I moved, and the whole room if not the whole house reeked of it. 

 

Jeremy, on his hands and knees, crawled between my legs and lowered his head to my waiting crotch.  Mr. and Mrs. Hoover each took one of my wrists and stretched my arms over my head.  After tying ropes to each wrist, they secured my arms tying the other end of each rope under the corner of the table.  I felt excitement tinged with fear as my legs were pulled up over my head and out to the side, stretching me to the point of pain, then secured in that position with more rope.  I experienced a new level of being under control.  In the back of my mind, I had always known that I had that one desperate option of running like a maniac, all the way home, completely naked, if necessary, if anything ever happened that I just could not handle.  Once the ropes were applied, my only option in such a situation was to cry like a baby and beg them not to do whatever it was I found objectionable.  I had the feeling that such an approach would have only increased their perverted pleasure.

 

While I was being secured to the table and rendered helpless, Jeremy had been busy.  His tongue and lips had thoroughly explored my wet cunt.  It felt like he had managed to lick, kiss, and suck every part of my pussy, every part except my clitoris that is.  Leaving my clitoris untouched, Jeremy licked and kissed his way down from my cunt to my asshole.  His tongue moved over and around my puckered anal opening then pushed inside.

 

 

"Fuck me," I begged when I could stand no more, "oh, god, please fuck me."  I couldn't believe I was begging a ten-year-old boy to fuck me while a room full of men and women watched.  My need to be fucked had gotten so intense that it was no longer pleasure, but had become a real physical torture.

 

"Please," I sobbed with tears streaming from my eyes, "please fuck me."  Jeremy, and everyone else, ignored my pitiful begging to be fucked and continued using their sex toy in just the way they wanted.  Nobody thinks about how badly a dildo may want to fuck and nobody cared how badly I wanted to be fucked, or even if I wanted to be fucked at all.  The hands touching every part of my naked bound body and Jeremy's expert teasing of my cunt and ass combined to drive me further over the edge into a state I can only describe as erotic insanity or lust induced psychosis.  I was rapidly approaching the point where I would have gladly fucked myself with a lit stick of dynamite if one had been handed to me; hoping only that I could make myself cum before the fuse ran out.

 

"Please," I begged again with a pitiful sob, "Please fuck me I can't stand it any longer."  Obviously, I would stand it for as long as it pleased them to torture me with pleasure.   After all, I was tied down and wasn't going anywhere until they were finished with their sex toy.   Jeremy finally Stopped teasing me and crawled up my body until he crouched over me with his hard ten-year-old cock poised to invade my welcoming cunt.  While I waited impatiently for the feel of cock, Jeremy sucked on my right, then my Left nipple with slow intensity. 

 

I was pitiful, I rocked my head from side to side, pulled on the ropes that held me helpless on the table, cried, begged pitifully for Jeremy, or anybody, to fuck me, and generally put on exactly the kind of show they wanted to see.  When Jeremy released my nipple, I thought that I was, at last, going to feel a cock inside my body.  I moaned with disappointment when he kissed, and licked his way back down my belly toward my crotch again.  I cried, I begged, I shouted, I threatened, I pleaded, but nothing seemed to sway this heartless group who were torturing me. 

 

After what seemed like an eternity tied to the table being teased, Jeremy, holding on to one of my tits with each hand plunged his cock into my waiting, dripping cunt.