Mommy's Little Whore

[badbabysitter]

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[mischiefxx]

At this point Faith appears back downstairs in the house. Her hair pulled back and her face free from any sort of make-up, but still stained from the tears she's cried. Now changed into a set of long flannel pyjamas, she manages to give a half-smile to her mother as she passes by, sitting on the couch and flicking on the TV to watch the news as her mother stays on the phone.

 

[ppaddleman]

Sam
Hopes neighbour

age 28

Height 6 ft

Build Slim


I'd just done my neighbour Hope a neighbourly favour.

Seems her daughters bf had "gotten fresh" with her and stormed out on him. The girl needed a lift home and, when she rang my mobile the daughter Faith was on my route anyway. Hope had warned me not to get involved with the bf. "I don't know if "getting frresh" means a little sexual talk or a full on rape attempt" she had told me. "Just picke her up and bring her home" I still packed a couple of weapons but strictly, only for use, if anybody tried to stop me bringing the girl home.

I'd known Hope and her daughter since my early teens when she and her BF had split. Seems that the BF was supposedly neglecting Hopes needs. I found the real truth of that a few years later when Hope took my virginity. Her BF hadn't neglected anything. The woman was simply insaitiable and I told her so. That was when she face up to the idea that it wasn't paticularly sluttty to have your pussy porked by a half dozen studs in one night and she took to doing so shortly afterwards.

My teen jealosies towars her new bfs had rapidly faded when I got my first gf my own age and Hope had remained my convienient piece of ass when I didn't have a gf. An arrangement that she was just as happy with as me.
Becuse of her young daughter she would normally visit me when she felt horny but, when the girl was at school I would visit her.
It was all very neighbourly. A coffee, a chat, sometimes she had a handymans favour to ask of me. Or I would just slide up her skirt, or she would unbuckle my belt. She was a great fuck accross the bed or the coffee table paticularly since she seemed to have accepted that no man could satisfy her.

I used to cop a bit of ribbing from a few on my buddies that this "old broard was trying to seduce me". They used to point out the short skirts, fishnets, and see through tops as sure signs. They didn't know that she normally wore crutchless panties or no panties underneath. I think that they would have been shocked if they knew how right they were.

As Faith had grown she seemed the opposite which is why I had simply picked her up. She seemed upset so I managed to get her to talk in the car.
Nothing nasty. Just a fresh BF. He'd slid a hand up her skirt and she had freaked and fled.
"All guys do that" I re assured her. "They all try to see how far you go. If tell them you don't want to be fucked they will be happy enough with groping, and if you tell them you don't want to grope they wil be happy enough with smooching. You should have just told him what you like instead of screaming and running" Faith didn't seem too convinced and stayed silent the rest of the trip home.

Hope had soothed her and gotten her into bed and then rang her friend with the suggestion of some sort of force fuck. I listed to the conversation as I relaxed with a coffee.

"Do you think thats such a good idea?" I asked as she hung up. "She may be your daughter but that doesnt garantee that she's going to enjoy sex." "Don't let the conservative clothes fool you" HOpe told me as she wandered over and sat next to me. "A few girls don't like sex but the rest love the idea but are frrightened of getting a bad reputation."

"Answer me this" I said. "If I did this to faith what would I find" As I spoke I tugged up Hopes skirt exposing her stocking tops, satin suspenders and see through g string. " Would I find something like this or would I find standard white cotton panties. Some closet hornbags wear sexy lingerie under conservative clothes and the girls who wear sexy clothes but regular underclothes are more show off than hornbag.

"If she's wearing conservative outerwear and underwear I'm thinking that any arrngement by you, to have her fucked, could back fire. Does she have a single g string or pair of satin or see through panties in her underwear drawer?"

Unfortunately my tugging up Hopes skirt seemed to have distracted her and she was now pressed hard up against me.

I heard the rustle of Faith getting out of bed and pulled Hopes skirt back down, so that when Faith re appeaed she just saw two neighbours. She settled down next to us in her pajamas. "Do you go for the baby doll styles at all" I asked her. "Nah." She replied. "Too cold in winter and you have to grab a dressing gown every time you get up." I gave a silent nod to Hope and I think she got the message. Conservative pajamas too.

You could turn a closet hornbag into an open honest hornbag with a good gang bang. But you couldn't force a girl. who didn't like sex, into enjoying sex.

 

[LitShark]

Tommy looked at the crude not he'd written himself to remember the address where the gang-bang was to be held. This was definately the address Tricia had given him. No other cars, that was weird. Tommy sped the entire way over, worried that he was going to be late, could he really be the first to arrive? It sure would be akward if he got the wrong house: a 6'5" 300 lb beefcake dressed all in black didn't exactly fit in with these cozy suburban surroundings.

Tommy pulled his cellphone from his leather pants to call Tricia and make sure that he had the right place. Much to his dismay he found the battery dead.

"Shit!" The behemoth cursed in his deep bass voice.

Nothing left but to try the door, Tommy thought to himself. When he got out of the black Mercedes that he drove it became even more apparent that he was not from around here. The studded dog collar around his neck was about the only thing that had more studs in it than his face. Tommy's face looked like someone took a shelf full of rings and studs, loaded the contents into a shotgun and blasted him in the face with it.

His massive arms swung by his sides as he walked toward the door. Intricate and frightening looking tattoos ran all the way from his wrists to broad shoulders, finally connecting at the back of his bald head. The piece surely took a great deal of time and skill.

Tommy knocked on Hope's front door, hoping that he had the right place. He came a long way not to get any ass out of this deal.

 

[mischiefxx]

Hearing the doorbell, and with her mom still on the phone, Faith rises up from the couch and makes her way over. It wasn't strange for her to hear people calling round to the house at this time. Slowly she opens she door, still in her pyjamas.

Faith: Uh, is my mom expecting you?

 

[LitShark]

Tommy looked like a deer caught in a semi's high beams. His face went pale and he swallowed hard in a feeble attempt to drive the lump from his throat. A girl answered the door, the girl was young... really young, and dressed even younger in pyjamas that a nun might keep in her closet.

"Uh... I, Uh... Well, uh I..." Tommy stammered, he fumbled with the note he'd made for himself. "I'm looking for Hope... does she live here?"

It was hard for Tommy not to run, he hated akward situations like this. He hated prying eyes of those that might be judging him even more. Despite being as tall as a mountain and strong as an ox Tommy was shy. He hoped none of his insecurity would be picked up by the young girl but doubted that very much.

 

[ppaddleman]

Shakey Bill, I called to the door.

Toms the name, the man said as he came in and shook my hand firmly. Who's Shakey Bill.

Now I looke at the tatts again. "Ahh, my mistake. Not Shakey Bills handiwork. He uses some sort of flourescent dye that you arent wearing"

Tom is looking at me and then back at Faith with a puzzled look. Seems he didn't know about the girl and, at this stage I'm assuming that he's one of Hopes regualar studs.

I nod accross the room and Toms gaze returns to normal. Hope's drressed in the usual leather mini, plunging top. I've tugged the minid down a bit too far and now her satin suspender belt's clearly showing above the waist band.

Tom moves over to talk to her.

 

[mischiefxx]

Faith isnt quite sure how to react at first. Clearly the man seems startled, but for no apparent reason

Faith: Yeah, Hope's my mom, come on in.

She steos back to give him space to pass by.

Faith:
She's just on the phone, can I get you anything. Tea maybe?

She asks innocently as she leads him into the house.

 

[badbabysitter]

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[ppaddleman]

Hope had called me aside and tossed a few pairs of cotchless panties in frot of me, and a few other sexy pieces of lingerie.

"These are not mine. they are Faiths" she said. "The flannel pajamas are for your benifit and she's probably wearing crutchless panties under them right now. You were right the first time. She is a closet hornbag and she's no virgin. She was 13 the first time she was fucked but the guy bragged about it so much that it left her terrified of getting the wrong reputation.
She's been doing the image of the professional virgin ever since. She does need a good fucking. No matter what those flanel pajamas say.

 

[mischiefxx]

Whilst her mother and her friends had moved off into a seperate room, Faith not knowing what they were here for, Faith deciding to instead to back understairs to her bedroom. She lay out on her front as she watched a movie on the TV, not knowing anything that was done or said downstairs without her.