Babysitters Salacious Sister

Author's Note: This is a sequel to the tale of "Babysitter's Sister" from earlier this year. Hope you enjoy!

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BABYSITTER'S SALACIOUS SISTER

David (Davie) stares longingly at the leather-coated siren slinking to the second floor. Every step climbed sends a shiver through his body, especially his now fully swollen member. As SHE disappears from view he inhales with a gasp and reluctantly staggers outside. The cool fresh air does nothing to clear his head. He's living his cherished fantasy in total disbelief.

Opening the Porsche's door he sees a black gym bag and lifts it up. From the zipper dangles a gold fob engraved with two words, "Beyond Bitch." With that kinky message enticing his mind he closes the door and shuffles around the car to read HER vanity plate, "I-D-O-B-O-I-S." Now he's shivering with fascination at the boldness of this beauty.

Jogging back inside he takes the steps two at a time his stiff cock bouncing. Now he's in the upstairs hallway. The light still projects from his master bedroom. He hopes (knows) SHE is in there and waiting.

Moving forward swiftly David calls out, "DARA?" Arriving at the entry he takes a deep breath trying to calm his nerves and repeats, "DARA?" then adds, "MZ. DARA are you in..." His words cease as he sees HER fetchingly settled on the bed. Black leather contrasting with white satin sheets. HER upper torso is supported by several pillows, HER luxurious ebony locks splayed out and a scintillating, come-hither smile makes him weak-kneed.

"UMMM, MY NEW PET," SHE coos, running hands ever so invitingly over the mammoth expanse of HER towering breasts. Then grasping the catsuit's zipper SHE teasingly slides it downward. The two masses jut outward straining against the stretched black skin that cradles them. SHE stops just before they burst out and says suggestively, "FORTY TRIPLE D, BAY-BEE." David stands spellbound, staring at huge, hard nipples etched into the shiny skin fit leather.

"FOOT OF THE BED AND ON YOUR KNEES, HONEY," SHE softly commands, pointing to the location SHE wants him. The "man of the house" babbles, "Da, DARA, you are amazing, so gorgeous, so, so..." "ALPHA," She concludes his thought adding, "AND DAVIE IS IN DESPERATE NEED OF MY GUIDANCE, AND MY COLOSSAL BODY."

"Ohh, it's been so long, I'm so horny," David pathetically confesses, head drooping in embarrassment while he slumps to the floor.

"SOOO, BIG BOY, WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY ONE OF MY NAUGHTY GAMES?"

"Yes, ple, please," is his feeble response. Raising his gaze he can no longer see HER face but what he does see of HER is scintillating.

HER endless legs are gathered up, bent at the knees but not for long. SHE dramatically spreads a pair of shimmering thighs to reveal another zipper, this one plunging through HER deep slit. David gawks at a spectacular cameltoe as HER fingers glide over the prominent protrusion. SHE gives the large lump a loving massage, hissing as SHE does, "AAHH, MY TEMPLE."

He feels his erection again engorge even more wildly under HER smoldering gaze. "Oh, gawd," he whimpers as the sleek, shapely limbs are extended upward, slender stilettos shooting dazzling rays of reflected light into his eyes. HER menacing spurs jangling ominously. "STRIP NAKED FOR ME, DARLING!" SHE demands one hand playing in HER pussy while the other slithers up and down a glossy boot.

David nearly rips his clothes off, kicking shoes aside, peeling socks away, then shirts and slacks. As he struggles SHE inquires, "DOES MY DAVIE HAVE A SAFEWORD, OR MUST I ASSIGN HIM ONE?"

"wha, what, ahh..." he stammers as boxers are tossed aside. Never having been with an obviously demanding and dangerous domme like HER, he has never had the need. His mind just freezes.

"CUCUMBER!" SHE snarls in disgust at his naivety, HER fingers moving more urgently. The musky aroma of sex fills the air. "REPEAT IT!" He does multiple times at HER behest.

Then abruptly DARA inhales and moans tenderly, "OPEN MY BAG."

Picking it back up he sets the heavy satchel on a side table and does as he's been told. Inside are a number of sinister-looking items, all in divided pockets.

"REMOVE THE FACE DILDO." His hands move over leather and silver toys until he pulls out what he thinks is the proper one. David stares at it, confused and apprehensive. It is shiny patent with a long, thick, veined double-headed penis sticking out of the harness. He turns it around to see the other end of the whopper surrounded by a studded mouth guard.

"PUT IT ON, ON...HUH, HUH," SHE begins to pant. David assumes SHE is bringing HERSELF to orgasm which causes his quite generous member to uncontrollably bob with excitement.

"I, I've, ah, never..."

"SLIP IT OVER YOUR HEAD. STUFF THE GAG IN YOUR MOUTH. OH, FUCK, HA, HU, HURRY!" as he follows HER directions David hears the sound of a zipper parting. Casting a quick glance sideways he beholds the crotch of the glistening catsuit open and both of DARA's hands swirling about.

"TIGHTEN IT. GET OVER HERE," is said between gulps of air. HER legs descend and the bottoms of boots push into the bed's satin surface. HER back arches, HER temple moves upward as leather creaks. Of course David has realized his purpose by now and, lacking an order, simply crawls up between muscular, statuesque legs. His hair is forcefully grabbed and he's pulled forward. The toy's strap digs into the base of his head. His gaze falls on the most glorious of all pussies, sopping wet, lips inflamed and clit standing like a tower. He senses the head of the dildo, now projecting from his face, slip into HER and he breathes in an intoxicating perfumed scent.

Both HER hands skim his cheeks and cup around his neck. SHE jerks him viciously inward, then just as savagely outward. Then back in, and out. On and on and on with no mercy SHE uses the rubber phallus. He's wrenched back and forth, the gag end of the toy pounding his labia, his swollen cock sliding tormentingly over the slick sheet below. Tears blur his vision. He sees glimpses of pink flesh among expanses of flashing black.

Pain suddenly startles him. Immediately he feels cold steel scraping across his lower back and stabbing into his taut buns. HER thighs close against the side of his head and the music of DARA's glorious moaning is stifled. Points of rowel pins jab into his ass crack and he cries out, but the sound is muffled by the restrictive gag. Even if he could form the word 'cucumber' it wouldn't be audible. Even if SHE heard it, would it be heeded in this moment of untamed passion.

He feels his face being pressed firmly against HER lunging sex, the dildo probably buried to it's hilt in HER seething temple. He can't breath, he can't hear, he can't see, but he can feel HER massive orgasm commence. It vibrates his skull. Warm juices start splashing over his closed eyelids and trickling down his nose. As if from a mysterious distance the screams of "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," plummet into his ears.

David hopelessly surrenders himself to this astounding, wanton vixen without as much as a hint of embarrassment or a thought of his child downstairs, or the broken date. For another twenty or thirty minutes his stamina is severely tested as SHE brings HERSELF to multiple stupendous orgasms. He is twisted and wrenched without a shred of mercy. His hands are slapped whenever he dares touch HER. In his muffled silence David falls helplessly under DARA's spell.

When finally SHE is completely gratified, HER spurs roll off his hips leaving dozens of fire red tracks in his flesh. HER thighs relax and SHE pulls David's head up triumphantly, the drenched dong escapes from the depths of HER sex.

"EXCELLENT," DARA declares, reclining back against the scattered pillows. "NOW GET ON THE FLOOR, PET." Without a moments hesitation David slumps off the slick surface of the bed and into a heap on the hardwood below. The sound of skidding leather is followed by the sharp crack of metal spikes dangerously close to his bowed head. He jerks around to see the glistening platforms of HER boots. The sudden motion causes a searing pain in his neck. He issues a groan which is meager and nearly inaudible given the gag still filling his mouth.

From above he hears DARA chuckle wickedly. "POOR BAY-BEE," SHE coos, a hand trifling with his hair. Abruptly HER dazzling face comes into view before his watering eyes. Just a hint of perspiration shows on HER forehead with a slight tangle of HER luxurious black tresses. SHE is, if possible, even more gorgeous than prior to his ravaging.

"WAS THAT A FUN LITTLE GAME FOR YOU, DAVIE?" SHE teases, ascending to HER truly imposing height, knowing full well he can't answered. "CLEAN MY TOY, STORE MY BAG AND BE PREPARED FOR ANOTHER GAME SOON," DARA commands stepping away from the cowering male at HER feet.

Raising up David senses a profound sadness engulfing him as he watches the erotic, undulating figure of the shameless amazon strut towards the bedroom entry. He knows that he adores DARA like no other female...ever. SHE disappears into the hall. Seconds later he hears the front door open and slam closed. His hand goes to his raging hard-on and his tears begin to fall. He is so very conflicted, yet aroused as never before. The turbo-charged engine of HER Porsche rumbles outside, then tires squeal. In just a few seconds the sound fades and David experiences the largest cum of his life.