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Archive name: Sittercam.txt (F/m-f/dom-fetish)
Authors name: Pervitron@Hotmail.com
Story Title : The Sitter-Cam PART 2 of 2
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WARNING: The following story contains graphic descrip-
tions of a sexual nature. It is intended for mature
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NOTES:
1. Copyright (c) June 1998.
2. The persons and situations depicted in this story
are entirely fictitious. Any similarities to actual
persons or situations are completely unintentional and
coincidental.
3. Reader comments and feedback are always encouraged;
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4. This story may be copied for free distribution,
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5. This is a FANTASY. No one should act towards
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Story: SitterCam Part 2 of 2
Author: Pervitron
It was so strange. There was no sign of any effect
on Timmy during the week. Bill knew what it was
like to be worked over like that. That was the
reason he was the way he was. The imprint of those
early experiences with Mrs. Johnson had left him
a boyhood of shame, and an adult lifetime of seek-
ing that excitement again. But Timmy seemed as
happy as ever, giving Gabriella a big smile and a
kiss as she left each day.
That was why he hesitated. Could he be imagining
this?
"Tom, are you sure Gabriella is good with the kids?"
"Sure, Becky and Linda both love her." Tom sounded
so reassuring on the phone. "Besides," he said,
man-to-man, "with a body like that, I'd keep her
around even if she wasn't that good. She is one
fine piece of ass." He hesitated, "You had her
yet?"
"No, you?" Bill was amazed.
"No, I wish, but she seems so cold. I can't stop
hoping though. Mmmmmm!"
=========
"Was Timmy a good boy today, Gabriella?" Bill asked
evenly, trying not to add any emphasis whatsoever
to "good boy."
"Oh, that son of yours," Gabriella threw her back-
pack on and looked back at him as she was walking
out the door. "He's really no trouble, very well
behaved."
Bill thought he caught a spark, something extra in
the dark eyes as they looked back over her shoulder.
"He's really sweet."
Bill watched her leave, and wondered. He watched
the swing of her ass, the smooth shape of it rocking
in her jeans, the way the ringlets of her jet black
hair shook slightly as her body moved. And the feet!
Barefoot beneath her jeans, she was wearing sandals
today.
Bill caught a glimpse the dark purple nail polish
before she turned away. Her insteps and toes were
the color of beach sand.
"Bye now!" She looked back quickly over her shoulder
at him, and winked. She knew he was watching her,
and the light in her eyes and the curl of her lips
said she liked it.
Bill thought about her all through dinner. Timmy
was quiet, pensive, and Bill wondered what had
happened today. He'd watch the tape once Timmy was
asleep. Bill couldn't get that look she had out of
his mind, the way her knowing eyes looked through
him at that last goodbye.
He was sure she knew all about him, knew he was
just like Timmy inside, hanging on every inflection
of her voice, loving the sound of her laughing at
him. Bill was hard as a rock.
"Timmy, I think we're going to stop using Gabriella."
Bill surprised himself by saying this, shocked that
the decent father within him spoke up.
"C'mon Dad!!" Timmy's blue eyes brightened. He was
pleading. "C'mon, I like her, we get along great!
Why?"
Bill knew what was going on inside his little boy,
he knew that Gabriella had captured the boy's soul.
It would be just like Mrs. Johnson was with him.
He'd spend the rest of his life thinking about her,
trying to recapture the thrill of having a woman
speak to him with that amused contempt, the inner
tingle at the sight of a strong woman glaring down
at him with pitiless eyes. So many times Bill
thought he found the woman, only to suffer dis-
appointment when she just didn't get it. He hated
all those times he risked showing a part of him-
self to a woman, gave the woman an opening,
practically begged her for some abuse, only to
have her stare back at him, blankly, puzzled at
what was going on.
Bill would give anything for one afternoon with
Mrs. Johnson, any woman who loved the thrill of
climbing on top.
Of, course, Bill thought. That's why Timmy doesn't
show any effect. Bill realized that his inner pain
only started after Mrs. Johnson left. Anyone who
saw him before then would see only a happy boy,
because the presence of the woman in his life com-
pletely enthralled him. It was only afterward, when
he realized that he'd never know anything like
those feelings again, and that those feelings could
never be openly shared with anyone, that he grew
unhappy and morose.
"C'mon Dad, pleeeasee?"
Bill knew what the right thing to do was. The boy's
soul was already marked, and there was no good reason
to deny him Gabriella. Let the boy have his fill
of her, because a woman like that is so hard find
again.
"Ok, son, I guess if you like her that much..."
========
That second week, Bill checked the tapes every night.
He wasn't about to wait until the end of the week.
Each night, after Timmy was asleep, Bill got ready.
He took the tape out of the machine, and placed it in
the VCR. He got himself a beer and a box of tissues,
and settled back in his recliner with the remote,
fast forwarding, looking for action. He stopped
when he saw Timmy.
Timmy was standing right up against the camera,
probably looking for the remote or a tape to watch
on top of the wall unit where the camera was
located. He could hear Timmy looking for something,
moving things around.
Bill heard the VCR mechanism; Timmy was going to
watch a tape. Timmy sat back on the couch with
the remote. This is weird, Bill thought. Here I
am watching Timmy, and it looks like he's watching
me. Bill was also puzzled, since there was no
sign of Gabriella.
Timmy was fast forwarding, like he was looking for
something. He pressed play. At first all Bill
could hear was cheap music, then silence. Movement
he couldn't quite decipher, and low voices. A man's
voice, and a woman's. The man would ask a question,
and the woman would answer, usually with a giggle.
It was like an interview.
Timmy hit the fast forward, running the tape for a
minute or so, then played it at normal speed. Bill
could hear the man's voice again. "Ohhhhh yeah,
baby, suck that cock." Timmy was watching an
X-rated movie. Where did that come from? Bill
kept his collection locked. Hel watched his son
slide his pants down and start to rub himself.
Bill realized why Gabriella was gone. She set a
trap for the boy, leaving a tape around, and going
out knowing the boy would find it. The situation
got Bill hard too, the sight of his son there,
pulling his meat watching a blow job on the big
TV, not realizing what was in store for him.
But Bill knew, he knew the scene, and how the game
was played. Gabriella would appear at any moment,
and Timmy would have to answer for what he was
doing. Bill started to stroke himself in anticipa-
tion, leaning back in the recliner, looking across
his cock at his son.
Bill thought of speeding ahead, to see if indeed
Gabriella would spring out at the boy. But he
didn't want to, not just yet. The sight of his
son there was just so sweet, the way the boy
looked with longing at the screen, delaying his
gratification just like Bill was, loving the deep
hypnotic sight of sex on the screen.
"You're at it again, you little fucker!" Bill
jumped when he heard Gabriella's voice, as if she
was his tormentor, not his son's. Timmy was des-
perately trying to cover himself, both hands
working to close his pants over his pecker.
Gabriella glared at the screen: "Fuck, look at
this shit you're watching. You little shitbag,
you get off thinking woman will put that SORRY
ASS THING in their mouth!" She stood over him
in her high heels. "Stand up!"
Timmy tried to pull his pants up as he stood, but
she said: "No, you like having that THING out so
much, leave it out! Don't you move a FUCKING INCH!"
Bill could hear her heels on the floor, walking
away towards the kitchen. Timmy just stood there
in front of the camera, his pants around his knees.
Despite his surprise, he was still fully erect,
Bill knew where his mind was at with Gabriella;
He was beyond shame and embarrassment. The boy
was still looking at the TV, staring wide-eyed
at the blow job, as if he knew his role in the
drama.
Gabriella's footsteps grew louder, and before she
was back her voice started; "Didn't you hear
what I said, you SICK LITTLE ASSHOLE! Why are
you still watching that shit! Turn it off!"
Timmy moved as quickly as he could towards the
TV, almost waddling because his pants were still
down. He turned it off.
She stood before him. Again, her face was off the
top of the screen. Timmy wasn't looking up at her,
he just stared at what she was holding. The same
pair of yellow playtex gloves.
"Listen, you little PUKE: What do you think I have
these for?"
"I-I-I don't know." Bill could hardly hear the boy.
"I don't know WHAT?"
"I don't know, Mommy." Bill could see that Timmy
was looking at the gloves, and he could also see
that the boy was still hard.
"Well sometimes Mommy uses these if she has to
touch something gross, something DIRTY. Do you
know why I brought them here?"
Timmy just looked at up her, looked with his mouth
open.
"Answer me, you little SHIT!"
Bill could see Timmy's lips moving, he saw the
imploring way he looked at her, and without
actually hearing the words he knew what his son
said.
"That's not how we say it, though, TIMMY. We have
a name for that USELESS LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT! Use
it!" Her hands clenched and tightened around the
playtex gloves.
Bill noticed Gabriella's breasts. They were heaving
with passion, the nipples moving in front of Timmy's
face.
"Mommy ... might ... touch my ... my ... winkie."
Timmy sounded relieved to get the words out, he
was looking again at her hands stretching the
gloves. Perhaps hoping...
"Timmy, look at these gloves, see how rubbery they
are..." she was stretching them between her hands.
"... See I can pull way, way back, they're like
rubber bands! Look at me Timmy."
Timmy did as he was told, tearing his eyes away
from the gloves, looking up at her. Bill could
see Gabriella stretch the gloves as far as they
would go, Gabriella's biceps were hard with
tension, shaking, ready to let the gloves fly.
The gloves were pointed right at Timmy's cock.
It wasn't hard anymore.
"Timmy, look at my eyes. Let's play a game. Lets
see how well you know Mommy." Her voice was honey
sweet, sounding so lovely, so soft, so loving.
"Ever get smacked with a rubber band? LOOK AT ME!
Imagine what a hard rubber band snapping in a
SENSITIVE PART OF YOUR BODY would feel like?"
Timmy continued to look up, knowing exactly what
she meant, but afraid to look down from those eyes.
"See if you know Mommy. Do you think, TIMMY, that
Mommy might be angry if her little boy has DIRTY
THOUGHTS about other WOMEN?"
"Y-y-y-yes Mommy"
"Bingo!" she said, as she let the gloves snap.
Timmy went down like he was hit with a stun gun,
he was doubled over in pain, holding his wounded
nuts, fighting back the tears.
Gabriella started pacing, walking around him like
a dead carcass, whistling softly to herself while
she gave the boy a moment to recover. She wasn't
done yet.
When Timmy straightened up he was facing the
camera. His face was covered with hot tears, and
his hands were still covering his balls.
Gabriella stopped walking, and came up behind him,
placing her hands gently on his shoulder.
"Silly boy," she whispered in his ear, "you'd
rather Mommy was nice to you right?"
"Y-y-yes please, Mommy," still sniveling.
"You know, sweetie, there's a way you can always
have the nice Mommy." Her hands moved from his
shoulders, down his sides, and slowly, softly
moved to Timmy's belly.
She started tracing gentle little circles around
his bellybutton with the tips of her long nails.
Slowly widening circles.
"Do you know what surrender means, Timmy?" Her hand
stopped, waiting for his response.
Timmy didn't know what to say. He watched her still
hand on his belly.
"You're little PUD knows what surrender means, baby.
See, it responds to me." Sure enough, even keeping
her hand still, her words started the excitement
in the boy again. "Cocks are such funny things; Do
you have any idea how FUCKED UP that little THING
looks?"
Timmy's cock was becoming aroused.
"Let me tell you Timmy, if you ever showed that
THING to any other girl, why she'd just GIGGLE!"
Timmy's cock was still coming alive, the mockery
only hastening its reappearance.
"Look, you little shitheel, you little SISSY ASS
TWINK, look how that THING of your likes this shit!"
Timmy looked down on it like it belonged to someone
else - it was hard as a rock now.
Bill stopped the tape. This was too much; He needed
to take a moment. He thought about Mrs. Johnson.
The sounds Gabriella made in her throat when she
said those cruel things brought it all flooding
back to Bill. Mrs. Johnson in her corset, watching
tiny Billy rubbing himself, giggling at him while
he tried to bring himself off.
Oh, Bill loved that feeling, all his life he
searched for someone like Mrs. Johnson, he listen-
ed carefully to every woman's voice, and watched
their eyes whenever he saw one get angry. Looking,
always looking for that fire. And now he found her!
He pressed play. Gabriella and Timmy resumed their
drama.
"You know what a SISSY is, don't you, TIMMY?"
Gabriella took her hand from his belly, and moved
it behind Timmy. Bill knew she was scratching
the boy's ass.
"Y-y-y-es ..... Mommy." Timmy sounded like he was
dreaming.
"I'll bet you've been called that, haven't you."
Gabriella was speaking so softly, her wet lips
drawing out every word. "Lots of times, I bet.
Right, my little SISSY?"
"Y-y-y-es, boys call me that." Timmy closed his
eyes, you could see the boy was going down where
he'd never been before. Speaking secrets out loud,
secret feelings that made his little cock hard.
"I'll bet they're real boys too, big strong boys,
tough boys with REAL BIG, THICK COCKS. What's
that like, TIMMY, when those boys call you that?"
"I-i-i-t feels .... funny?"
"FUNNY? think this is FUNNY you little shit?
Want me to get those gloves again?" The same deep
anger, the slow burn, deep guttural sound that
made Bill cock jump.
"I-I-I mean, it feels .... g-good?"
"Yeah, you got that right, you sick little FAIRY.
C'mon, you little QUEER, come with me!"
BILL heard her steps on the floor as she walked
away. Timmy followed. Bill could tell by the
footfalls that they were going upstairs. The
sounds dropped away. The tape was silent and
motionless. Bill pressed fast forward.
When Bill saw Gabriella come back into view he
resumed normal tape speed. Timmy wasn't there.
Gabriella sat on the couch and picked up the
remote herself; She was watching the tape again,
the same tape Timmy started watching to set the
whole scene off.
Bill could hear the man's voice from the tape:
"Yeah baby, suck my big cock. Get it all the way
down your throat."
Gabriella paused the tape and called out, "C'mon
down, SISSY-POO!"
When Timmy appeared, Bill's heart leaped. Timmy
was dressed like a little girl. Gabriella had
braided his long blond hair into two pigtails,
each with a pink bow on the end. He was wearing
a bright yellow jumper with a pattern of red
hearts all over it. It clung tightly to the
boy's body. The shape of it against Timmy's still
childish form sent strange shiver through Bill.
He was riveted by what he was seeing.
"Sit down, Timmy, lets watch this together."
Gabriella patted the seat next to her, saying this
with a big smile. "Just us girls!" She resumed the
tape. "Oh, I don't really blame you for what you
did before, there's nothing like watching a slow
blow job!"
Timmy sat down where he was told. His eyes settled
on the screen, getting into the scene before him.
"Look at the size of that dick, TIMMY? Can't you
just taste that BIG THING? Go ahead, sweetie, rub
yourself if you want, it's ok!"
Timmy needed no encouragement. He slid the bottom
of his dress under him, exposing his silk panties.
He leaned back into the couch and exposed himself,
pulling his stiff little member free.
"Take a good close look, TIMMY. Look at the way
her lips are all stretched out, like she can't
breathe!"
Timmy was rubbing himself slowly, his eyes lost in
the scene before him.
"Don't you just love the way his hands are GRABBING
HER HAIR while he pushes down her throat!"
"Ohh." A small sound escaped involuntarily from
the boy's mouth. He liked what he saw.
"Bet he reminds you of those big boys at school!
Oh, don't you just love TOUGH BOYS, boys with REAL
BIG BALLS"
Timmy was drawing breath through his teeth in quick
whistles, working himself, teasing his small little
body feverishly. His pigtails started to dance as
his movements accelerated.
"Aren't blow jobs great! Dosen't this just make
you feel all dizzy inside, you SISSY LITTLE
SHITBALL!"
Bill could see his son's excitement crest. The sight
of the action on the screen, the feel of his little
girl outfit, and the words cutting deep channels in
his feelings were sending the boy into orbit.
"Yeah, get ready, here comes the money shot. Go
faster, you SICK LITTLE TURD, or you'll miss it!
He's going to shoot his STUFF down her throat.
Look, I think she wants to pull away. She doesn't
want him to cum in her mouth. There, watch her
eyes, she's struggling to pull away, but he's
grabbing her hair. HE'S NOT LETTING HER OFF HIM!"
Timmy started to cum: "Ohhhhhhh, Fuck!" his
little boy said as he wanked himself to his
dry climax.
The silence hung for a moment.
"That was fucking AWESOME, wasn't it, TIMMY?"
She let out a long, deep sigh. She started to
grin, slyly. "Now watch, you CANDY ASSED LITTLE
FUCK BOY! Watch real closely." She pointed at the
tape. "See, that was a GUY!" Timmy's mouth dropped
open. "That was a guy GIVING HEAD, dressed in
woman's clothes."
Gabriella started laughing as she got up from the
couch. "Some pretty QUEER BOY just like you!"
Timmy just sat there on the couch, staring at the
blank screen, hearing Gabriella's laughter echo
through the house.
Bill took a tissue from the box and cleaned himself.
He felt dizzy, spent, as if his guts had been pulled
apart during a deep sleep, and rearranged into
someone else. That was the last tape, he knew.
There would be no more tapes.
========
When Gabriella arrived on Wednesday afternoon, Bill
was waiting for her; He had taken the afternoon off.
"Timmy won't be here today, Gabriella."
The sweet demon took it in stride, she walked in
and sat down at the kitchen table. She stretched
her arms back behind her neck, Bill could see her
shapely breasts through the thin white material of
her shirt.
"So I won't be babysitting, today?" Her dark eyes
looked right through Bill, like fiery needles. "You
guys are all the same, this is soooooo predictable."
Her voice took on an angry tone, Bill recognized
the sound of it from the tapes: it was the start
of a slow burn.
"This happens all the time, I watch the kids for
a few weeks while their daddy sneaks his little
peaks at me." Her hands clenched in a fist, Bills
could feel his blood surge within him. "Then one
day, what do you know, something comes UP..." and
she looked down at his crotch. She saw what she
needed to, she knew just what she was dealing
with. This would be easy.
"...The little BRAT isn't here. Just Daddy,
who thinks he's going to get his jollies off!"
Bill fought to get the words he rehearsed out:
"I-I-I kn-n-now what you and Timmy have been
doing." He couldn't look away from those eyes.
Gabriella got comfortable in the chair. She
leaned back and crossed her legs, holding her
top leg far out in front, the way he saw so many
times from the tapes. Bill's eyes accepted the
invitation, they drank in the sight of Gabriella's
foot. She was bare today, no stockings. She
was wearing heels, of course, open toed ones that
showed off today's color: neon pink.
"I think Daddykins is a little jealous," she
said, seductively.
Bill couldn't answer, he felt his breath caught
in his throat, he just continued to look at her
foot, so tempting, the way she held it there.
"What's the matter, little Billy can't talk?
Answer me, shithead! You like what I did with
that little FAGGOT of yours?"
Bill couldn't answer. He did what he had to do.
He knelt down and took her foot, held the sides
of her shoe gently between his hands, like it
was made of the thinnest, most fragile gold.
He brought it to his mouth, and planted a devoted
kiss on her big toe, inhaling the scent of her.
He looked up at her. He was hers now.
"Christ, what a SICK PEICE OF SHIT you are!"
Her words, the hiss of her cruel voice fell on
him like a shower from heaven, awakening rivers
of long held desire. His blood rushed to his
throbbing cock.
"How did you ever get a son, why would any woman
let you fuck her? Who the FUCK would allow a DORK
like YOU to put your THING in her. I bet it's
tiny, like the STUPID LITTLE WILLY your son has!"
The last words carried him over the edge - he shot
his wad into his underpants. She noticed;
Gabriella saw everything.
She pulled her foot away, and stood up, turning
her back on him. She opened the waist button on
her jeans and wiggled her ass as she shook her
pants down her legs. Bill looked at her ass, the
lovely tanned crescents, the tuck of her soft lace
panties within the curvy cheeks. Gabriella backed
into him. "Hop to it, SHITBOY, you know what to do."
And he did know. Bill leaned closer, and with
shaking hands he slowly lifted her lace panties
out from the crack, and pulled them gently down
her thighs, leaving all of her ass exposed,
awaiting him. He looked closely at her down there,
choosing his spot carefully. He took his time,
Gabriella waited patiently; This was a profane
dance, not to be rushed.
Bill knew where he should go, he brought his mouth
to the place where her cheeks seemed the deepest.
He stuck his tongue out, and started drawing the
tip of it upward along her crack, pulling it
within her like a plow into damp earth. Bill
looked up across the valley of her back and
searched for her eyes within the black thicket of
her hair. There, he found her, she was peering
down at him.
He took a deep breath; Starting at the bottom
again he gave an extra deep lick, and watched
her eyes flare brightly amid the darkness of
her hair.
Mommy was very pleased.
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I'm wondering if there should be a part 2?
I'd love to here from you, no matter what
you thought of my story. Comments and story
ideas are welcome at: Pervitron@Hotmail.com
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