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Subject: THEMENITE "Stories by DIEDRE" "Sitter" www.nastystories.com
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~Subject: Story: Sitter
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Turn Ons
If you'd like to know what turns me on, all you have to do is
read the stories. But I'll repeat myself and talk about it
anyway. You may have noticed that some of my stories have little
or no sex in them. Aside from finding it interesting to write a
story that might make you *think* you remember sex in it later
even though there was nothing, I don't really enjoy prose that is
nothing but mechanical descriptions of sex acts. Nor do I like
"poetic" depictions. And I think I'm rather bad at both: I
occasionally enjoy reading such things, but not the ones I've
attempted. I'm happy to write the events leading up, outline the
activities and let the reader's mind fill in the details.
Obviously that's not to say my stories aren't rather "dirty".
When there is sex, it's probably not vanilla. I'm definitely
turned on by same-sex experiences, bondage, domination &
submission, oral sex, anal sex, non-consensual sex, spankings,
paddlings, and whippings. But also by unexpected sex and
seductions and people reversing roles (e.g. from top to bottom).
And I also like stories with absolutely no sex at all- -I
definitely have a romantic streak in me. I simply don't write such
stories (at least not now) and am unlikely to post any. I'm
interested in what is going on in people's heads--especially the
people who are being dragged along for the ride.
One thing I've noticed is that my stories are not exactly the
same as my sexual fantasies used to be. They've influenced my
fantasies: now when I have a fantasy, I find myself thinking "that
would be good expressed in words" or "that wouldn't work as a
story." -- deirdre
Disclaimer: this is not reality; it is a string of words. The
author does not wish to live out the experiences described. The
author does not wish anyone to live out the experiences described.
If you lack the maturity to grasp this disclaimer, then under no
circumstances read this story without the express permission and
guidance of someone more mature. -- deirdre
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Sitter
by deirdre
Easy. The baby was in bed by 8:30 and went right to sleep. The
kind of job I could really get addicted to. I just watched TV and
read some magazines, waiting for Mr. & Mrs. Jason to return.
I heard them get out of their car about 11:15. I was a little
surprised: I had expected them to stay out later. They came in
laughing... and there was another woman with them. That was
certainly unusual. They noticed me, seeming almost surprised, and
then Mrs. Jason introduced the woman as Anne as she payed me. Then
she and Anne went to the back of the house toward the bedrooms and
I was left alone. I was a little surprised since I needed a ride
home.
Then Anne came out and told me she would drive me home. She
seemed a little younger than Mrs. Jason, probably in her late
twenties, and was extremely attractive. She was wearing pants and
a top. The material looked thin, but the outfit was certainly
elegant. She was friendly enough, and took me out to the Jason's
car to go home.
She talked on the way and asked me about school and my
activities. She also asked me if I had a boyfriend, something I
didn't relish talking about (I don't have one) and about my
friends. She also told me that if she had her teenage years to
live over again, she would worry a lot less and speak up a lot
more. That was certainly something that I'd heard before.
We finally arrived at our house and Anne walked me to the front
door. That seemed a little over-protective to me, but I didn't
really mind too much. My mom met us at the door and Anne
introduced herself. I went on upstairs and got ready for bed. I
could hear Anne talking to Mom and wondered what they were talking
about. I could still hear their talking as I got in bed.
"Who's that?" It was Rachel, my sister, who had come in my
room, obviously wondering who Mom was talking to. Rachel is a
year older than I am, but we get along pretty well. She hadn't
turned on the lights and was keeping her voice low.
"A lady who brought me home from babysitting," I answered.
"Mrs. Jason?"
"No, some friend of hers."
"Listen!" said Rachel. I listened. "They're going outside,"
she continued. We went to the front window and peeked out through
the curtain. Anne and Mom were getting in the Jasons' car! They
drove off. "Where are they going?" asked Rachel.
"I don't know. I don't think Mom knows her."
"They must be going back to the Jasons'. Let's go see." She
talked me into it.
Rachel had just gotten her drivers license and liked to drive.
We hurried, putting on coats over our nightgowns, and drove to the
Jasons' house and I saw the car. We parked a couple of houses down
and walked over and into their back yard. The windows were a
little high to peek in, but we looked in a few and finally saw
them, in the Jasons' bedroom!
I couldn't believe my eyes! Neither Rachel nor I said a
thing--we just stared! Mom was standing there, wearing nothing
but a bra! She and Mrs. Jason were just standing there, both
wearing just bras, about 8 feet apart, looking at each other!
They didn't move, but just faced straight ahead. Mr. Jason was
there, too, nude, lying on the bed, on his back, spread eagle, his
hands and ankles tied to the corners of the bed! He was
blindfolded! His cock was sticking straight up! No one moved.
I didn't see Anne anywhere.
We stared. Anne came in the room. No one moved. She put a
blindfold on Mom, who alowed her to do it without moving a muscle.
Then she put a couple pillows under Mr. Jason's ass--Mr. Jason
seemed to be willing to arch his body to let her slide them under--
then she led Mom to the bed, got her to stand on it, straddle Mr.
Jason, and descend on Mr. Jason's cock! As soon as it was in Mom,
her expression changed. She started bouncing up and down, sliding
on Mr. Jason's cock. She looked like she was beyond caring about
anything. Anne went and got Mrs. Jason and led her to straddle Mr.
Jason's face. She knelt down until she was right on his face.
Then she got a look on her face, and I could easily imagine what
I couldn't quite see between her legs.
We stared at them, still not saying a thing. Minutes went by,
but I couldn't take my eyes off them. They just kept going and
going.
"I can't believe it," I finally said. Rachel didn't answer. We
just stared.
"Do you think they've done this before?" I asked. Rachel still
didn't answer. I looked at her.
It wasn't Rachel standing next to me--it was Anne! My heart
started beating hard--I couldn't believe it. I stared. Where was
Rachel?
I stared at her. She glanced away from the window at me and
then looked back in the window. "I think you understand," she
said. She sounded like we were sharing a secret.
"Where's my sister?" I asked. Anne didn't say anything, but
glanced back behind us. I looked back. On the ground, Rachel was
lying, nude! She was blindfolded, and lying on her side, curled
up. She was breathing hard! Her coat and nightgown were in a
little pile, next to her.
I looked back at Anne, and stared. She was still watching Mom
and the Jasons through the window. She looked up at me.
"Come here," she said, and she took my hand, leading me past
Rachel. Rachel just lay there, breathing. She took me into the
back door and down the stairs to the basement. She opened a
cabinet and got something, and led me over to one of the walls.
There were rings attached to the wall. She handed me a whip! I
stared at it in my hands.
Then she slipped off her pants and her panties, leaving her nude
below the waste! She faced the wall and grabbed two rings that
were up, over her shoulders. There I was, holding the whip and she
was hanging on the wall. I looked at her rear, nude.
"Do it!" she said. I stared. "I think you understand this,"
she said. I still just stared. "Touch me with it, to get
yourself started. Do it!" I finally broke out of my paralysis
and touched it to her rear.
"Now, whip it! *You* understand this." She sounded like she
and I shared something. I swung the whip, hitting her rear, but
only very lightly. I can't believe I even did that!
"Harder! You can do it! As hard as you can! *Please*!" There
was desperation in her voice now. I still stood there, wondering
what to do.
Finally she dropped her arms. She picked up her pants and
pulled them on. No underpants. Then she took my hand and drew me
back upstairs. I dropped the whip on the basement floor. She
drew me to the bedroom. Rachel was in there, naked, blindfolded,
standing. Her wrists were bound together and tied to a hook in
the ceiling, making her stand. Mom was in a similar position,
across the room. Mrs. Jason unhooked Mom from the ceiling, though
leaving her wrists bound. She led Mom, still blindfolded, across
to Rachel. They were both still wearing only bras. Mr. Jason was
still tied to the bed, but now was face down. Pillows were under
his rear, making it stick up. Something was sticking out of his
rear end.
Mrs. Jason made Mom kneel in front of Rachel. "I think you
understand," whispered Anne in my ear. Mrs. Jason pushed Mom's
head right into Rachel's cunt. Mom started licking! Mrs. Jason
stood behind Mom, straddling her calves, pushing her pelvis into
the back of Mom's head, her hands on the sides of Mom's head. She
leaned over and brushed Rachel's lips with her own. Rachel was
breathing deeply. "You understand *all* this, I *know* you do,"
Anne said to me quietly; "You're not like *them*." She took my
hand and held it against her breast. Her top was thin, it was
almost like touching her skin. She didn't wear a bra. It felt so
good. I felt her chest heaving. Rachel was coming. My fingers
were moving, caressing.