Title: The Better Woman Author: Phoenix Arrow Part: 1 of 1 Keywords: f/F, M/F, submission, spank, humiliation Redistribution: Only for personal, nonprofit use. Short Summary: A young babysitter learns the true power she has over the ‘lesser women’ she babysits for. ****************************************************** Please, if you are under the age of 18, don't read this material. Just wait a few years and you'll be all good and legal for this kind of stuff. Now for the rest of you, Enjoy! Phoenix Arrow - PhoenixArrow2000@yahoo.com More Phoenix Arrow Stories Available at: /files/Authors/PhoenixArrow/ ***************************** "The Better Woman" By Phoenix Arrow Older women really amaze me at just how much of a complete pushover they can become when their sexuality is questioned; when they are confronted with being 'less' of a woman. It’s like they shut down, give in, surrender to their 'betters'. Basically I'm referring to my stint as a babysitter. You know the type, a young teenage girl, in the prime of her sexual self, catching the eye of every husband she works for, to the shattered dignity of the wives that have no choice but to stand back and just TAKE IT! I remember the first time I became aware of this power I had over older women. When Margaret hired me to babysit their little boy I came over the house with all my things, preparing to watch over some little brat as the parents went out for the evening doing some boring grown up thing. I can still remember that look he gave me, her husband Frank, as he came out of the bedroom all dressed up. Oh, she caught that look of lust. She couldn’t drag him out of the house fast enough. I thought he was cute, for an older guy, but didn’t think much else about it. I only fooled around with boys my age, not married men. It was probably about my fourth babysitting for them that Frank finally had enough of things and pulled me into their son’s room. The boy was out in the living room watching TV and Margaret was still busy getting ready. Gosh that was one hot fucking kiss. I was so into it I didn’t even realize his hand was inside my top, kneading my tits. Mmmmm I love a man who just takes what he wants, or at least that’s when I first realized that I loved it. When he heard his wife's voice call out for him a few moments later, he broke away and whispered something sexy in my ear before leaving me standing there panting. I masturbated twice in the bathroom that evening until they got back home. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at him when he got back. When he offered to take me home I accepted. When he offered to show me the park at night I accepted. When he fished his hard cock out and pushed the back of my head down over it, I accepted that as well. She had to know, she just HAD to. The way he looked at me. The extra time it took to get back home when dropping me off. The taste of my pussy on his lips as he kissed her goodnight. Yet why did she accept me coming back to babysit her son? Why didn’t she just cut me off right then and there? Why did she shake my hand hello with a conflicted smile every time I arrived? And why wait patiently for me and him to get out of the bathroom before they could go out on their dates? I remember the first time she walked in on us while we fucked on her bed. She just stood there like a fool at the doorway for a full minute before she slammed the door, storming off. That became a thing for her, watching for a few minutes before slamming the door, waiting with her son in the living room until Frank was well satisfied and ready to 'entertain' his wife. And the whole time, she just....well...TOOK IT! I was totally blown away by the whole experience. How a grown woman, with a job and a family can just allow a little nothing like me to take over like that. I mean besides the humiliation of having the babysitter fuck your husband, she didn’t even complain when her son followed my orders over hers. If she told him to do his homework and I told him it was ok to watch TV, she just pouted like a 5 year old as he jumped onto the couch. It wasn’t long before they didn’t even go out any more. I'd spend the whole night with Frank as Margaret watched us from outside the door. She didn’t slam it any more; she had long since apologized for being "rude" to their guest. Now it’s important to know that I am not a slut. I mean, I enjoy sex like any other horny teen gal, but I'm no cock hole on feet. Frank was perfectly happy taking me out when I'd babysit, leaving poor Margaret alone to watch the kid. The kicker was that after we got home, and of course had more sex, she'd hand me with a smile my babysitting check. I wanted to laugh at her when she did this, but she looked so pathetic. Eventually I had to leave. It was becoming a bit too much, even for me. I felt bad for the son, knowing eventually he'd realize what a pushover his mommy was becoming, and besides I felt a bit sorry for the poor bitch. Actually that’s not true. Sure I felt bad for Margaret, but I just started getting bored. There were plenty of handsome fathers with children to babysit for, and I was more than eager to see how much of a pushover their wives would be. It was rather easy getting the Jacob's job. After the glowing recommendation Margaret gave me, Jen and Phil Jacob eagerly accepted me into their home to watch their daughter. Actually I was surprised they still needed a babysitter for a thirteen year old. I mean, she surely could watch over herself. Nonetheless I accepted, especially when I saw the hunk Phil was. Mmmmm what a man. That first night I came over, dressed in a little tease of a teenage outfit, Phil couldn’t stop from checking me out. Poor Jen could already see it coming. It was like a moment in a movie when everything suddenly dawns on the character. As if accepting her fate, she sighed, taking her husbands hand and leading him out the door. It was about three jobs later that I had my lips wrapped around his wonderful cock as he parked outside my house. As he came in my mouth, I grasped his balls possessively, as if suggesting I was their new temporary owner. As things progressed Jen did what I've now come to expect from defeated women. First shock and outrage, then self-doubt as she 'lets' things start to fall apart, followed by acceptance under protest, then complete subservience to the situation. Oh, she slammed the door hard the first time we made love in her bed, crying like the shamed woman she was on the floor a few feet away from the door. It had actually been a step up for her compared to the way she pissed herself the first time she tasted my pussy on her husband's lips. That’s what he told me, that she actually pissed herself when she realized what it was on his lips. The door slams stopped soon enough, as she watched long, fully and with shame just outside the door as her hubby's fantastic cock slid in and out of my tight young puss. I remember the time I came the hardest. It was during one of our fucks, with Jen standing as usually outside the door watching. She almost freaked when their daughter Megan stood beside her watching as well. Jen instantly demanded that she go to her room, but suddenly got very quiet as I told Megan it was ok to stay and watch me fuck her father. The look of totally surrender was priceless on that woman's face as she bit her lower lip while her daughter stepped into the room ahead of her. Something about the moment sent me completely over the edge and I bounced like a complete whore on Phil’s cock. Megan and her mother watched as another girl orgasmed on their man. After that, Megan would close the door behind her as her mother pouted, leaving her outside and alone, unable to watch what she herself had grown to enjoy; the sight of the babysitter fucking her husband. I loved the way Megan would masturbate while watching us. It was just so cute. I offered to have her lick my puss clean of her father's sperm but he insisted she did not, which I respected. He was the man of the house after all. But he said nothing as she began sucking on my breasts; he seemed to get off on that. I think that girl is a future dyke, I really do. Eventually I enjoyed Megan's tongue in my pussy, minus her father's cum of course. Sitting on the family couch, legs spread wide Jen watched with folded arms as I guided her daughter down the road of lesbianism. I knew better than to offer my pussy to Jen. A shamed wife must be kept that way. To offer her my pussy would suggest that I've accepted her back into the family. She must be kept on the outside looking in, frustrated and humbled as a younger, better woman takes over her household. And Jen knew it too. An unspoken bond grew between us. One of mutual acceptance and responsibility. I had all of it, she had none. She was almost grateful to suddenly no longer have to deal with the responsibility of being a wife and mother of respect. To give it up to someone more deserving than herself. To sit outside her bedroom door and masturbate to the lost dignity she once had, all alone while her daughter watches another woman bounce on her husband's cock. But all good things must come to an end. There's only so much a girl can enjoy when using the same cock and female tongue to get off. I needed to move on. And besides, Jen was starting to look like shit. She needed to get back to her motherly role. The time had come to move on. Before I knew it, I was the matriarch in five more homes. One for every night of the week. With every paycheck handed to me by pussy-whipped wives I began to realize that I was becoming some sort of prostitute, which bothered me to some degree. I mean what was I really being paid for? Babysitting? Surely not. Putting the wives in their place? Perhaps. Being a pussy for their husband's cocks? Yes. I mean I have respect for myself. Not like these women I humiliate. I don’t really like the idea that I am a prostitute. Slut maybe, but not a whore. So I stopped getting paid. I demanded services rather than cash. In my eyes it made it seem less business-like, more like giving me things because I deserved them. And the women almost happily went along with it. Giving me clothes, jewelry, even letting me use their cars. It was Darcy who first handed me her keys. She had just bought the thing, all shiny and red. I just kind of demanded it as she was cooking for me in her kitchen. That woman was quite a successful chef, working in her husband's restaurant. She was standing there stirring vegetables in a pan, standing in high heels, an apron and her chef shirt and hat. I got such a kick out of watching her cook like that. I was totally joking that she take off the pants and throw on a pair of impossibly high heels as she cooks and serves me and her family. I thought she would be apprehensive about exposing her ass and cunt to her husband and three children like that. They sat there with dropped jaws as she hesitated only a moment before running off to the bedroom to fetch a pair of high heels, coming back with her lower half completely bare. Oh I know she must have creamed herself silly to the humiliating sounds of her young children giggling at the sight of her. She had completely embraced the mockery of herself as a chef, a mother, a wife, and most importantly as a woman. She was completely pussy-whipped by me. So I felt perfectly comfortable telling her that I'd be taking the keys to her car for the foreseeable future, and that she'd be riding one of her children's bikes to work. I LOVED watching the trickle of juice running down her inner thigh as she stood there not saying a word in her defense, allowing the younger, better woman to tell her how its going to be and just TAKING IT! Gosh why did they do that? I mean it really made no sense. Why didn’t these women stand up for themselves? I couldn’t imagine letting some young hottie just waltz right in and steal away my family like that. Just nearly lay down from the beginning as she seduces my husband, gets me to accept it, and takes over the running of the family until she gets bored and moves on. Yet maybe that’s just it. I don’t get it. I'm not a wife, a mother, a woman slightly past her prime with thoughts of inadequacy and self-doubt. I'm a young woman, in the prime of my life, with sex and attitude that these women once had and still dream of. Maybe their latent longing for what I've got has them accepting that kind of energy in their lives once again, even if it replaces them and pushes them out of the picture as the central figure. I don’t know if what I said makes any sense but I still ponder it nonetheless while I turn on the ignition to the new red car as I watch Darcy struggle to ride the small kids’ bike up the sidewalk to work. Will that be me some day? Darcy was a good woman. She was a loyal wife and proud mother of three wonderful children. And I took that away from her. Just because I'm younger and more confident in who I am. What power that truly is. Darcy and all the other mothers jumped through hoops to give me that power and were grateful when I took it. Melissa was no different. A single mom in her thirties. Poor thing. Her husband already had left her for another woman similar to me. Just up and left, leaving her with a little boy to support. She needed help watching little Tommy when she went off to work. She couldn’t afford too much and needed nearly anything she could get to help her. When she interviewed me for the job I could tell how vulnerable she was. That last woman had already shaken her foundations of womanhood and she was ripe for the taking. I knew that it would require very little pushing on my part to have her crawling around the apartment while I took over. It was also a big step for me. Until now I relied on the husband as a way to control the hapless wives. Seducing them until I got them into bed, where the woman had once been queen. But for a single woman it would not be so easy. No hubby to seduce and hang over her head with. I started with the easy things. Getting her son to call me mommy, trying on her clothes and shoes when she would get home. General liberties no normal babysitter should consider. She took note of things quickly, commenting on her child, demanding I stop wearing her personal things. When she discovered I had been trying on her undergarments she nearly flipped. She fussed the whole time while refolding her panties into the drawer, all while I sat on her bed mockingly. When she turned she asked me to get off her bed. I simply giggled as I laid back onto it, letting my arms fall to my side. She just stood there, perplexed. She asked again, a little weaker, almost like a sort of begging. When I asked her to fetch me a drink she hesitated only a moment, returning soon with a can of Coke. I took a few sips as she watched, then purposefully let some of it drip onto her covers. She gasped running to the bathroom to grab a towel. When she returned I told her to leave it alone. I simply LOVED everything about that moment. The expression on her face at being TOLD to leave the sugary liquid on the covers. She stood there, confused about what she should do. The liquid had begun to soak into the fabric. She started to dance on the balls of her feet, squeezing the towel in her hands looking back and forth from me to the stain. When she looked at me pleadingly I nearly came in my panties. I wickedly shook my head no and suddenly it was as if her moment of realization had dawned on her. She sighed as she continued to watch the last bit of liquid merge with her bed covers. She had surrendered. She didn’t fuss quite as much the next time she came home to find me trying on her stuff. She looked on and squirmed but said nothing when I tossed her ugly bras and underwear into the trash. I had no problem telling her she needed to look more sexy and she apparently had no problem listening. The look on her face the first time she heard Tommy call her 'Mel' was to die for. She got all huffed up and was ready to give him a piece of her mind when I casually admitted it was my idea. I LOVE the look of a mother corrected. She bit her lip, cast down her eyes and simply walked away. PERFECT! Melissa cooked for shit and despite her lack of wealth I simply had to insist she bring home take-outs whenever I was on the job. At first we ate together as a family, but she soon got the hint and waited till we were finished before eating herself. I was surprised how open she was willing to be with me, admitting at the kitchen table that the woman who stole her husband was indeed the better woman. That the woman was younger, prettier, and more confident than she was. Mel simply wasn’t the woman she thought she was. I asked her if she was pathetic and she nodded with tears in her eyes. I made sure her son was sitting with us when she said it. I patted her on the behind and told her that she could masturbate if she wanted to, just to go outside to the backyard so that her boy couldn’t see or hear her. She smiled and thanked me before heading out back. Eventually I'd turn on the lights so Tommy could watch what his mom was up to. The humiliation on her face was unreal. By now I had complete run of the house. Mel practically obeyed my every command and refused me nothing. You could see the joy on her face that someone had finally taken control of her life. She had to fight hard being a single mom, making all the decisions for herself and her boy. You could see the relief on her face that someone was now finally doing that for her. As for me, I had what I wanted; control of yet another sub cunt mommy and her home. I took advantage of what little money she still had and ruined her best clothes when I went out partying with them. On nights that I did sleep over, she was happy sleeping on the couch while I slept in her large bed. She offered to sleep on the floor beside me but I thought that was too creepy. So yes, I had it good. Except a cock of course. I didn’t think it would be a big deal. All the other houses I fucked whenever the husband wanted to, which was always. But here, there was nothing to fuck. No man grabbing my ass and tits as his pathetic honey buns watches. No seven inches of man snaking into my mouth as she waits for him outside the bathroom door. No orgasm inducing thrusts of pure COCK as she stands at the door watching the right of a wife being taken by another. I needed a man to fuck. And I told Mel just that as she watched me outside her bedroom door while I masturbated nude on her bed. The first time she came in without knocking and apologized profusely as she caught what I had been doing. I told her I didn’t mind and it’s all she needed to keep her eyes glued on my body as my fingers worked their magic. As she watched I told her I wished her husband had still been around. How I'd fuck him good and hard while she watched. She told me how deserving I was of him, and how she'd be honored if I had fucked him when they were together. I came as she said that. But masturbating isn’t fun when you’re used to cock...or a tongue. I noticed her licking her lips a few times as she watched me. I knew she wanted me, straight or not, no woman can deny that seeing another masturbate is erotic, let alone the fact that I had her practically eating out of my hands. I knew it was against my personal rules. Once she was pushed out she needed to be kept there. Getting the chance to pleasure the woman that has taken over your life is like letting the wolf into the hen house. Nothing good could come from it. But.... I gasped as I felt her hot breath on my lips. I used my fingers to spread them, allowing her an excellent view of the vagina that owned her. She told me how pretty it was and I thanked her for the compliment. In another moment she planted her lips to mine, kissing me gently as only a woman could. I moaned as she soon snuck out her tongue and pleasured me as I deserved. I held her head in tight as she did her thing. I could tell she had done this before once or twice. In college perhaps. I stared at her son as he stood at the door, watching his mommy orally pleasure her young Mistress. I told Mel as such but kept her head firmly against my vagina despite her urges to get up and close the door. She soon forgot about him, and so did I as I closed my eyes and allowed my rapture to engulf me. Things progressed along much the same lines after that. I became more and more open to her being involved in my sexual satisfaction. Her lips and tongue became a regular part of my nightly climaxes. I admit I was rather shocked when she showed me the ten inch dildo she had been hiding from me all that time. She told me how she needed to replace her husband after he left her, though she admittedly rarely used it. It was the most precious moment when she lowered to her knees and offered it to me, essentially giving away the last cock in her life to me, the BETTER woman! I squirmed as she brought the head of it against my cunt. Carefully and lovingly she pushed it inside me. It filled me completely and I was hooked. Faster and faster she gave it to me, pretending it was her husband's the whole time. I loved the way she verbally described how it looked as she slid it in and out, almost as if it were a porno. The walls of my cunt soon convulsed as I moaned in orgasm. Gosh it was so good. I patted her on the head as she lapped up my discharge. She had become such a good pet. She used the dildo again on me the next night. She really knew had to work that thing. She soon had me bouncing on it like a bunny while she flicked her tongue on my clit. She was driving me wild. I was blubbering like a fool when I caught sight of her son again. When Mel asked me if she could close the door I just moaned. She left me there bouncing on my rubbery stick as she did so, the look of disappointment on his face as he was shut out. Then she came back to me, and made me cum again and again. The next few nights were something amazing. I never knew a woman can give another THIS much pleasure. And I told her just that. She seemed proud of herself at being useful once again, in a sexual manner. That she had once again regained herself somewhat as a woman. She thanked me as I patted her pussy. You see I hadn’t really noticed her undressing as she had me ride the dildo. But there she was, lying next to me fully nude as I panted from yet another orgasm. She had taken my hand and brought it to her pussy. Boy, was it hot and wet. I didn’t mind keeping it there as she ground herself against it. I took in her form as she brought herself off on me, noting just how beautiful she still was. She really had nothing to be ashamed of. Why she willingly admitted to being a pathetic woman just didn’t fit. I leaned in and suckled on one of her tits as she came on my hand. The next day I used the dildo on her. She asked nicely and I think she earned it. In no time she was bouncing on that rubber like you wouldn’t believe. I thought it would have been a hoot to have her oink like a stuffed pig as her tits flopped about. I admit I was annoyed when she didn’t, but it’s no big deal. I even licked her clitty just like she did for me. She held my head there as she came. Boy, can she cum. I tried to push away but she held me there. I scolded her for that and she apologized. I just might start spanking this woman, with her son watching. I can surely be evil can’t I? A few days later I found myself kinda annoyed. Mel hadn’t used the dildo on me recently and I kinda missed it. When she had been using it on me I actually never asked for it. I didn’t think I had to. I am the object of her needs and wants aren’t I? She should go out of her way to make me happy. I AM the better woman aren’t I? So I couldn’t very well ask her to dildo me. It would kind of be like begging. At least she still gave good head, even if the door was still closed and she resisted me holding her head when I came in her face. It was exactly one week after the last dildo session that I found myself bringing my face into her hot wet pussy. I was at my wits end. I needed that thing and I just couldn’t find any other way WITHOUT begging for it. I figured maybe if I'd please her little, that she'd kind of bring it back for me. She seemed rather surprised as I crawled between her legs and began licking her. She sighed as I lapped at her sex. I tried to resist when she took hold of my head and pushed it harder against her cunt, but she held firm and I eventually stopped resisting while I drank her pussy. She came after a good few minutes. I hadn’t even notice the door was open. How long had Tommy been there watching us? When I asked her if she wanted the door closed, she simply patted me on the head while shaking no. When she fell asleep I started to whine. What about me? Aren’t I the important one here? I'm the matriarch. I need to cum. I felt stupid having to masturbate myself, especially with her son standing there watching me, but I had no choice, I was fucking horny! The next few days I kept trying to do the same thing, hoping that she'd bring that dildo back. Yet every time she came hard on my face she'd just fall asleep. Worse yet, I was hungry and there was no food. I'd have to use my own money to have food delivered. I was getting a bit annoyed. Only then would she wake up and eat and not even OFFER to repay me for the meal. I just couldn’t believe it when she told me to wash the dishes as she went off to take a shower. I'm no fucking maid. I told Tommy to do it, which kind of pissed her off. I felt bad about doing that, so I helped him as she watched. I guess she has a point. He is just a boy. But still. And I really had no idea she didn’t like us calling her Mel. I insisted Tommy keep calling her Mel and not mom, but he just wouldn’t listen to me. What was going on? So finally I did it, I just couldn’t help it. I begged. I didn’t think I was begging at the time but looking back, I kind of was pathetic about it. I really needed that dildo. Even though she stopped me from using her car, I could have just gone out and bought my own. But I wanted hers...I mean MINE actually. So I asked...begged her to use it on me. She just kind of smirked at me. I pouted and stamped my foot, demanding she fuck me with it. She wasn’t even using her tongue on me anymore. She told me to stop being a spoiled little brat and I told her to FUCK OFF! Her son was standing there listening but I didn’t care and apparently neither did she as she told me to drop my panties and lift up my skirt. I thought finally we're getting back to normal, even if it was out in the living room in front of her son. When she motioned for me to lay over her knees for a spanking I nearly choked on my own breath. I yelled at her to go to hell! She just kind of sat there, like a mother waiting for her daughter to finish her temper tantrum. When she didn’t budge I tried calming down, asking her in a nicer tone to stop this nonsense and get back into MY bedroom and fuck my cunt with her toy. When she patted her knees and gave me a stern look I felt goose bumps all over. I looked back over at Tommy who was looking at me with wide eyes, waiting to see if I would actually do it. I bit my lower lip and stared at the floor as I professed that I didn’t want a spanking. She softly took hold of one of my hands and brought me over her knees. Lifting my now panty-less skirt over my rump I cried out as the first swat walloped me. She asked if I was ready to stop acting like a spoilt girl and I shook my head profusely. I am a queen in this house; I can act as spoilt as I wanna! Two more good hard swats had me grinding my teeth while she informed me that she was tired of my nonsense and if I was ready to start acting like a good girl. Again I shook my head no as she gave me more slaps to each cheek. Soon my rear was red and on fire as I cried like a child on her knees. I was soon begging for her to stop, openly and eagerly agreeing to be her 'good little girl'. That I'd behave myself when I am in her home. That I will treat her and her son with respect. As if rewarding me, she brought two fingers against my very wet pussy and began playing with me, still draped over her knees. Tommy stood in front of me and whispered into my ear as I moaned under his mother's touch. He asked me if I was pathetic. I nodded with my eyes closed. I spent the next few hours masturbating outside in the dark. Melissa told me that I should do my dirty deed out there so she and her son wouldn’t have to see or hear me. I must have come four times; the last two Tommy watched as he turned the light switch on and enjoyed the show. I had taught him well. When I was done, I was allowed back inside the house where I dressed and began my duty of licking Melissa's warm wet juicy pussy. Gosh it reeked of female power. Over the next few days I got spanked to keep me in place, whether I deserved it or not. Melissa used my saved money to buy the food and replace the clothes I ruined. Once in a while her son got to see me pleasure his mom with the dildo. I meekly asked once in a while if I could use it on myself but the answer was always the same, NO. It was for the matriarch of the house. She asked me if I was the matriarch and I shook my head no. That’s usually when I disappear out back for twenty minutes or so. And guess what? Just the other day something wonderful happened! Melissa's hubby came back to her. Seems he realized just how special she is. I really am so happy for her, she totally deserves it. A woman like that deserves a man and a loving family. And what a man! Now I know why that woman tried to steal him away. What a stud. Don’t worry, I rub my behind gently and cast my eyes downward whenever he looks my way. That’s Melissa's man; she's the better woman, not me. Now I happily babysit Tommy for free whenever his parents go out. I'm more than happy to clean up the house for them too, it’s only right. By the time they come back, if Tommy is asleep they let me stay while they disappear into the bedroom. I crack the door ten minutes later and take a peek, admiring how a real woman like her enjoys her man, a wife fucking her husband. I watch for a little bit, get all worked up and close the door as I make my way out back. It’s there in the darkness I play with my pathetic spoilt pussy, dreaming of the dominant woman I once was. I wait for the familiar light to come on as I rub faster. 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