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Custom Erotica Source gets a fair number of requests for stories starring celebrities. To avoid being sued, we've replaced the celebrity's name on the one reprinted here. Insert the name of anyone you like -- especially if she's the only female child among a gaggle of singing brothers...! Enough said. In this story, the celebrity's maid gets revenge, Hollywood style.
Ties That Bind (3,000 words, Filthy)
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 Ciarina like an ocean wave. Her eyes fluttered and she turned her head away. Deborah watched silently by the window, arms crossed, cradling her ample bosom. Ciarina was lovely, even first thing in the morning. The sleeping pills Deborah had slipped her last night made her a little groggy, but no less beautiful.
When Ciarina found she could not roll over, away from the intrusive sun, her eyes opened wide. Deborah enjoyed the confusion, then the panic, which consumed Ciarina'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 Ciarina, just keep her immobile.
After struggling for nearly a minute in her bondage, Ciarina 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 Ciarina." It was fun to be haughty.
Ciarina'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!" Ciarina 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.
Ciarina's panic was palpable, despite her angry words. Excited, Deborah ran her palms in large, circular motions over her big, round breasts. Her control over her employer became clearer to both women as Ciarina's eyes followed Deborah's movements. Deborah stared down at Ciarina and breathlessly massaged her own tits, making Ciarina watch.
"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," Ciarina 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 Ciarina. "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. Ciarina 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 Ciarina 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 Ciarina'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 Ciarina's smooth, hairless calves, just under the hem of the nightgown. Sliding her hands up Ciarina's legs, she pushed the nightgown up to her hips, exposing her 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 Ciarina's clit. She shook her head slowly from side to side, Eskimo-kissing the little love button until she felt the thin film of moisture on it. She kissed it, then ran her tongue over it like it was a sweet she was savoring. She felt Ciarina's thigh muscles clenched throughout.
"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 for you." She flicked at the hardening clit, and let her tongue roam along the juicy labia. She wouldn't go for her slit quite yet because she suspected Ciarina could get wetter, slicker than she was now. Taking the clit between her lips, she gummed and sucked it until Ciarina stopped struggling.
"Have you ever had a girl's mouth on you, Ciarina? 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. Ciarina 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."
Ciarina 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 Ciarina'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. Ciarina gasped.
"I want you to stop, Deborah. Stop!"
The nanny took hold of the blue dildo and rubbed the tip of it around Ciarina's swollen opening.
"Stop? But you're creaming all over my dildo. I don't think you really want me to stop."
With one deep slam, she stuffed the jelly cock into Ciarina's tight hole. She banged into her hard, making sure the entire length of the dildo slid up into her.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you? You like to be fucked. I knew it!" Deborah taunted her, frigging her own clit with the hand that held the base of the dildo. Her other hand played with Ciarina's hot button.
The dildo made soft, squishing sounds as it plowed into the woman's sopping wet twat. Deborah looked down at it to see it glistening with the oily sheen of pussy juice. Ciarina's clit got bigger and harder and her hands clutched the bedposts. The veins in her neck were pronounced with exertion and excitement.
"Tell me to fuck you," Deborah commanded, pounding the cock into Ciarina's dripping snatch.
"No!" Ciarina hissed, eyes closed, head turned in denial.
"Tell me!" She slammed her cunt against the woman with angry insistence.
"Uugghh!" Ciarina exclaimed.
"Tell me, bitch!"
"Fuck my pussy, Deborah. Ram that thing into me hard!"
"Like Brian does?"
"Yes! Oh, yes! Fuck me like Brian does!"
Deborah wiggled and swayed, moving the cock all over Ciarina's insides, pulling and stroking at various sensitive spots and muscles. Ciarina squirmed and did her best to position herself for optimum sensation. Deborah did not stop her fucking, would not stop, until Ciarina gave over to the moment and let herself scream.
"Come for me, Ciarina. Let me know how much you like to be fucked."
"Talk to me some more," the singer said breathlessly, absorbing the nanny's thrusts.
"You wanna hear about thick, meaty cocks up your cunt? You should see how much juice you're putting out. You're a real slut, aren't you? Acting like a lady when your pussy is oozing all over the place. I bet you've been wanting my face between your legs for months. Did you dream about me eating you out? I love fucking your hot cunt," she said, pounding her. "Shoot some cream at me, honey."
Ciarina began to buck and let out a long, extended moan that started somewhere in her stomach. Deborah kept ramming her with the dildo, grabbing the milky white thighs throughout Ciarina's exclamations. Finally, the yelling ceased and Ciarina lapsed into a dazed, exhausted silence.
Deborah quickly unleashed her harness and flung the contraption off her body, dildo still attached. As Ciarina breathed heavily, trying to recover, Deborah reached into her uniform and extracted one breast. Bending down and forward, she pushed her fat tit against Ciarina's still-spasming cunt lips.
"They call this 'tit to clit'," she growled, running her distended nipple over the length of Ciarina's slippery snatch. "Do you like it?"
Ciarina bit her lip and moaned. Deborah ignored the false pride; she knew it was an act. She pushed her nipple into the gushing slit the dildo had recently vacated.
"I guess you've never been fucked by a nice, big tit. This is something your husband can't do for you." She crammed as much of her meaty mammary into the woman's crotch as she could, in between sliding it all over her mons area.
She sat upright on her knees and shot a penetrating look at her boss. "Tell me you like my titties up your twat."
"No."
She brought her heavy breast up to her own mouth and licked at Ciarina's shiny juices. With her other hand, she fingered the woman's pussy. Ciarina watched wordlessly but tiny squeaks struggled for exit from her throat.
"But where are my manners? It's your juice — you should taste it." With that, she straddled Ciarina's restrained body, pressing her pussy into her sternum, and leaned her naked tit forward into Ciarina's face.
"Lick my fuckin' tit, Ciarina. Lick your juice off me."
Ciarina turned her head away and pressed her lips together. This reaction seemed overly childish to Deborah.
"Stop pretending you don't want to suck me. I'm going to make you do it anyway, so quit acting like a prissy little virgin."
She grabbed Ciarina by the jaw and turned her face forward. Then she lowered her fleshy breast toward those now-parting lips and to her delight, Ciarina readily took Deborah's big nipple into her mouth and began to suck enthusiastically.
"Do you taste yourself?" Ciarina grunted in assent. "Do you like having a big tit in your mouth?" Another grunt.
Deborah loved watching her tits being sucked, by Ciarina, by anybody. It made her feel like some kind of earth mother, feeding the hungry masses. She felt her pussy cream being absorbed into Ciarina's nightgown. "Oh, yeah, suck me, Ciarina. Suck my big tit." She whispered urgently.
Ciarina sucked and licked, flicking her tongue like she'd been sucking titty all her life. Deborah's cunt pulsed with need and she brought a hand to it to begin beating her own meat. But then a better plan occurred to her.
She pulled her tit away from Ciarina, whose shyness had completely dissipated. "What are you doing? I wasn't finished." Ciarina spat angrily.
"Ha! You forget; I'm the director here, Miss Show Biz. My tit doesn't need you now as much as my cunt does." She moved up and positioned her crotch over Ciarina's face. Her legs were open and she ran her fingers along the slippery folds.
"See what you're about to eat? Look at how wet I am for you." And she lowered her cunt down to Ciarina's face, pushing the woman's nose into the crevice where her clit poked out for attention. She made sure Ciarina's lips were at her vagina.
"Stick your tongue up my hole."
Ciarina paused.
"I said, stick your tongue up my hole."
In seconds, Deborah felt the slimy, probing movement at her twat. Ciarina seemed to locate her coordinates quickly; she'd sunk most of her tongue into Deborah almost immediately. Deborah gasped and grabbed the headboard for support.
She slid around Ciarina's face, spreading her musky cream all over her cheeks and chin. As she moved, Ciarina's nose inadvertently frigged Deborah's clit. Deborah rode Ciarina's face wildly, forgetting where she was and whose mouth was working away at her cunt. She moved forward and back, faster and faster, feeling her pussy engorge and throb.
Ciarina turned her face away to speak. "Untie me so I can grab your big tits, Deborah. I want to squeeze your tits while I eat you!"
Deborah didn't need convincing. She unwound the knots and freed Ciarina's wrists, confident that the woman wanted her jugs more than she wanted freedom.
Sure enough, Ciarina's delicate hands held handfuls of overflowing titty as soon as they were released from bondage. She kneaded and squeezed Deborah's grateful tits while Deborah slid up and down her face.
"Tongue-fuck me, Ciarina."
Ciarina stuck her tongue up Deborah's cunt expertly, sliding in and out with great force. Deborah looked down to see Ciarina's hands grabbing her tits and only her forehead sticking out from between Deborah's legs. As she came, the force of her orgasm caused her to rock more violently over Ciarina's face and she was certain that she ejaculated into it, as well.
Trembling and breathless, she slid backward to nestle her crotch into Ciarina's neck. Ciarina's face glistened with Deborah's cream. She looked like one of her own children with a face smeared with messy food. Ciarina still held Deborah's breasts in her hands.
"Tired?" Deborah asked.
"No," Ciarina whispered.
"Good, because I've decided I'm still hungry."
She climbed off Ciarina momentarily but only to change her direction. She now had her back to the singer. Leaning forward to land on all fours, she shoved her ass at Ciarina's face as she dove into Ciarina's steamy cunt.
Ciarina's scent was stronger now that she'd been creaming for a while. Her pink folds were slick; every inch of her cunt was coated with pussy juice. Deborah spread open Ciarina's labia, making her center look like an exotic flower in bloom. She buried her face into the sopping wetness, licking and lapping, sucking and gumming, unbelievably hungry for this woman's cunt. Ciarina groaned and grabbed Deborah's ass cheeks.
Deborah could feel her hesitate but neither of them spoke. Deborah kept eating, running her tongue all over this succulent crotch, trying to show Ciarina how she should be reciprocating. Ciarina's slit began to ooze with new juice, signaling her renewed arousal. Deborah loved this cunt! If Ciarina would just eat her now, everything would be perfect.
Ciarina did not disappoint. Deborah felt the woman's nose at her anus, poking into her as her ravenous tongue swirled over her hard clit and dripping hole. Wet, sucking sounds filled the room as the women pleasured each other. Deborah ground her ass into Ciarina's face, driven now to leave a load of juice on it when she came. In the meantime, she stuffed two fingers into Ciarina's wet pussy, moving them in and out rapidly while she lapped noisily at Ciarina's clit. Ciarina emulated Deborah, finger-fucking and eating her nanny's hot cunt.
Ciarina's orgasm began somewhere in her throat, floating upwards to vibrate against Deborah's wiggling beaver. Then Ciarina cried out, clutching Deborah's ass, alternately throwing her head forward then back. The sound of Ciarina's pleasure triggered Deborah's, who was soon yelling out her own release and pushing her round ass toward Ciarina's head.
Ciarina fell back into her supine position, her ankles still bound to the bedposts. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around Deborah's legs, which were now straight as Deborah lay exhausted on top of her employer, gently stroking her dark, drenched pubic hair.
"So, what do you think? Don't I make a good nanny? Don't you want to keep me around?" Deborah purred into Ciarina's muff.
Ciarina paused before responding. "This doesn't change anything. You seem to have forgotten whose house this is."
Deborah scrambled to her feet, remembering that Ciarina's hands were free. She took hold of those lovely wrists and efficiently tied them up again, struggling with her victim, whose reaction time was just a little compromised by her scattered mental state. But Deborah was stronger and in a dominant position; the bungee cord soon attached the singer to the bedposts once again.
"What are you doing?" Ciarina nearly shouted with rage.
"I'm showing you that it doesn't matter whose house it is. You're my slave." She put her tits back into her uniform, jiggling them in place and adjusting her dress as she stood before the mirror. She headed for the door.
"Where are you going?"
"Well, I figure it's a shame to waste all that cord. So, I'm going to send Brian in to fuck you now."
"What?!"
"Don't worry; you'll have a few minutes to recover. I'm going to fuck him first," she smiled smugly and left the room, closing the door firmly but quietly behind her.
Copyright 1999. Custom Erotica Source. All rights reserved.
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