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Daybreak slashed the spaces between heavy curtain and windowsill, leaving illuminated stripes on the carpet. Deborah, tired of filing her nails, rose from the velour chaise and strode over the windows. She looked at the sleeping woman, grinned, then yanked the cord that sent the curtains rushing to one end of the rod.
The brilliant sunshine spilled over the slumbering Marie like an ocean wave. Her eyes fluttered and she turned her head away. Deborah watched silently by the window, arms crossed, cradling her full, rounded bosom. Marie was lovely, even first thing in the morning. The sleeping pills Deborah had slipped her last night had her a little groggy, but no less beautiful.
When Marie found she could not roll over, away from the intrusive sun, her eyes opened wide. Deborah enjoyed the confusion, then the panic, which consumed Marie’s face as she tried to kick and bring her arms by her side. The short bungee cords that attached her wrists and ankles to the bedposts allowed just a few inches of movement. Deborah chose bungee rather than rope because it seemed less likely to halt the woman’s circulation. She didn’t want to hurt Marie, just keep her immobile.
After struggling for nearly a minute in her bondage, Marie felt Deborah’s presence and turned to her.
“You! I should have known! What do you think you’re doing?”
It was hard to feel threatened by a woman in a flannel nightgown who was tied to the corners of her own bed. Deborah felt the power bubbling inside her, beginning as a hot, vibrating sensation between her legs and surging up through her bloodstream. She approached the bed, smirking with satisfaction. She wore a French maid costume especially for this occasion. It was purposely a bit tight and the hemline just skimmed her naked bush. Creamy white cleavage swelled out of the neckline.
“I think I’m holding you captive, Miss Marie.” It was fun to be haughty.
Marie’s complexion drained itself of color. “What have you done with the baby?”
“Don’t worry about Brigham. He’s my responsibility, remember?”
“You’re the one who doesn’t seem to remember why you’re in this house!” Marie yelled, unable to lift her head enough to look directly at Deborah. “We pay you to take care of him! Instead, you tie me up in some childish prank! Wait until I tell Brian about this, young lady. You’ll never work as a nanny again! Now untie me this second!” She squirmed and pulled at the restraints.
Marie’s panic was palpable, despite her angry words. Excited, Deborah ran her palms in large, circular motions over the firm roundness of her own breasts. Her control over her employer became clear to both women because as Deborah massaged her own tits, breathless, making Marie watch, Marie followed every move with her eyes.
“I’m your boss for the next few hours,” Deborah whispered, squeezing her breasts through the fabric of the uniform. “If you don’t want your mouth gagged, too, I suggest you keep quiet.”
“I swear, Deborah, if you touch me, you will regret it the rest of your life.” Deborah had never heard such steel in the woman’s voice. She walked to the foot of the bed.
“Not only am I going to touch you, but you’re going to beg me for more by the time I’m done.”
“Oh, God,” Marie groaned.
"I know you don’t like me ‒"
“I think you seduced my husband so you could keep your job!”
Deborah smiled. “And now I want to convince you that I should stay. I want you to like me.”
“Then untie me and get out of this house. I’ll like you then.”
Deborah leaned forward, squeezing her deep cleavage between her arms, sticking it out to tempt Marie. “Let’s talk about other things you like. With all these kids around, you must really like cock.”
“Shut up, Deborah. That’s none of your business.”
“You know you love it. Big, thick cock that fucks your cunt every night. That’s what you really like.” She reached under the bed and pulled out a bright blue, jelly dildo. Marie gasped.
Deborah lifted the skirt of her uniform to expose her blond, hairy bush and a black, vinyl harness. She peeled open a Velcro piece that allowed her to insert the lifelike phallus through a hole in the fabric. Once the erection was in place, she replaced the Velcro tab to secure the dildo at her crotch. She wagged it at Marie lasciviously. She was so excited to get it inside the woman, she almost knew what it was like to have a hungry dick of her own.
“Is this just about how big he is?” She asked, knowing full well the circumference and length of the man in question. He’d pumped her on many an evening.
She crawled up on the bed, kneeling between Marie’s open legs. Deborah had peeled off the covers from her body hours ago so she could enjoy watching the woman’s captivity. Deborah placed her hands on Marie’s smooth, hairless calves, just under the hem of the nightgown. Sliding her hands up Marie’s legs, she pushed the nightgown up to her employer's hips, exposing Marie's slightly matted muff. Pussy scent rose up to meet her, tickling her olfactories like a fine meal. Deborah was not strong enough to resist its pull.
She nuzzled the curly-haired triangle, rubbing her nose against Marie’s clit, even though Marie’s thigh muscles clenched throughout. Deborah shook her head slowly from side to side, Eskimo-kissing the unprotected love button. Marie's fine belly pressed inward as if she could shield her pussy that way. Deborah kept up her onslaught until she felt the thin film of moisture on the nub. She kissed it, then ran her tongue over it like it was a sweet she was savoring.
“While I eat you,” Deborah said softly, in between laps at the dark-haired pussy, “I want you to think about this cock that’s waiting to enter you.” She flicked at the hardening clit and let her tongue roam along the juicy labia. She wouldn’t enter her captive's slit quite yet. Marie could get wetter, in spite of how she resisted. She'd soon be slicker than she was now. Deborah took the clit between her lips. From this tiny point, she could feel how she controlled the woman's entire stately body. She gummed the woman's pussy, she sucked the woman's clit, she kept after the stiff, resistive cunt until Marie stopped struggling and her cunt hung loosely, asking for it.
“Have you ever had a girl’s mouth on you, Marie? Do you like having a woman eat you? Mmmm, you taste so good,” she purred, lapping at the succulence under her tongue.
Deborah pulled her face away from the musky beaver. Marie looked as if she didn’t know whether to grind her crotch into Deborah’s face or have her arrested. It was precisely the look Deborah had been waiting for.
“Ooooh, I think it’s time to fuck you now. You look so fucking horny, I can’t wait to stick my big dick into you.”
Marie slid downward as much as she could, as that was the only way she could open her legs any wider. But the difference of a few inches didn’t matter much; frustration crossed her face. Deborah, stationed between those legs, pushed the thighs apart gently, then pulled open Marie’s fleshy cunt lips, exposing her slippery pinkness. She pulled back the hood of her clit so it stood at attention, then began to massage it with her thumb. Marie gasped.
“I want you to stop, Deborah. Stop…”
The nanny took hold of the blue dildo and rubbed the tip of it around Marie’s swollen opening.
“Stop? But you’re creaming all over my dildo. I don’t think you really want me to stop.”
[To be continued…]
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