Alisa: A Forbidden Babysitter Story

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**The Queen**

Today was supposed to be a special day for Alisa:Date night.

Nothing got her wetter than getting fucked and filled before going home to watch her pathetic simp of a husband try -- and fail -- to seduce her. Michael had no idea the only reason she even agreed to these nights anymore was so she could sit across from him, still leaking another man's cum, while he simped and begged for scraps.

She'd been playing this game with him for years. And she always fucking won.

Earlier she had received a text from Michael. Not the usual"I love you, miss you, want you!"song. Just two words:Diner, 8pm.

She sighed.Pathetic. He couldn't even get a simple dinner invitation right anymore.

Uxorious was the clinical term, but Alisa preferredpussy-whipped. She just fucking liked the way it sounded --- filthy, and true.

Michael had beenpussy-whippedfor years. When things turned south --oops, pregnant. When the first lesson didn't stick, she let him knock her up again. Michael would never leave her now. Not with Emma and Ethan in the balance.

Even though Alisa was two years older than Michael, she could still pull men in their twenties with ease. Her natural B-cups hadn't started to sag yet, but her ass -- firm, round, and always a handful -- was her best feature.

That ass had landed her Michael, David, and dozens of other men and women over the years. AsThe Queen, she collected them like trophies -- some for breeding, some for breaking, all for her amusement.

David, her current boss and lover, was stuck in his own bland, vanilla marriage. She hadn't needed to work hard to groom him into a connoisseur of the more eccentric flavors. He had been eager from the start. Alisa preferred breaking bulls and making them obedient. Just like David.

Before Date night could truly begin, she needed to get filled up by David.

They had planned to meet in their secret fuck room at theLion's Den. It was there, she had expanded his mind, and his asshole, countless times.

As Alisa entered the upscale adult store, she liked to pause and breathe it in. The smell setting the scene for what's to come. She felt at home here.

David had already arrived, he was currently perusing the dildos in the adult toys section.

Maybe I should peg him and remind him who's boss,she thought. No, this visit was all about her and what she wanted.

Snapping her fingers, David quickly returned the monster sized dildo and scurried over to her side.

She led him to the black door in the back, behind it lay the private fuck rooms she so loved. She had really matured inside this space, expanded her palette and become the woman she was today.

After she swiped her key card to gain entry, Alisa headed to her favorite room, number seven, last room on the left.

There were courtesy lights above each room denoting occupancy, the light above room seven glowed red, meaning it was unavailable.

Anger coursed through her. No one used her room, especially not on Date night.

Alisa decided to use room six, right next door. Etiquette demanded she pick any other available room, there was an entire system in place for using these rooms so unwanted incidents could be avoided.

She didn't care, not now.

The plan had been simple: meet here, get filled, then go on Date night. She had to change it to account for the current situation.

Pulling David closer she walked him towards six, telling him to follow her lead. Then she laughed.

Entering six and making entirely too much noise, she slammed the door behind them.

The sounds from room seven were clearly audible. Whoever was over there was giving some serious head, the slurping and sucking sounds unmistakable through the thin walls.

Seizing the initiative, Alisa spoke loudly, "Oh fuck, baby -- I've been wet all week waiting for this. I want you to do that thing you did last month, that thing with your tongue."

The noises next door dropped off considerably, the gauntlet was thrown.

Alisa took David's hand and shoved it against her panties --- they were already wetter than usual. The fire of competition always aroused her and turned up the water works.

David mistook her wetness for his own doing, "God, Alisa, your pussy is already soaked. Who's my dirty girl? Bend over the bench for me."

Alisa complied, lifting her skirt up in the rear.

She bent over the bench, believing David would eat her pussy like a good boy. The hard slap on her ass came out of left field.

Smack!

The fury she felt at the contact showed, David realized he fucked up royally.

Alisa didn't hit him. Instead, she pulled him into a passionate kiss, exaggerated and loud. One fight at a time.

She started pulling clothes off, helping David with his as well. It was a good thing for him she was aroused and feeling competitive, or she might have locked him to the wall and left him nudeagain.

To reassert dominance she cranked up her performance. "Eat my moist cunt, you fucking animal!"Too much?

David perked up, thinking he was in the clear for the smack. He quickly dropped to his knees behind her, servicing her pussy. It had never been his strong suit, he only ever received a mediocre, "meets expectations" review from Alisa.

"Yes, right there--fuck, your tongue is so good. Don't stop!" Alisa fake-moaned.

David really is pathetic at oral --- all sloppy enthusiasm and zero fucking skill. How the hell did this man ever convince himself he was good at eating pussy?

As she received the inferior mouth service, Alisa glanced through the gloryhole. Her breath caught in her throat.

She spotted part of the woman in the next room: tight ponytail, flawless skin, crimson lips wrapped around a giant cock with genuine skill, absolute perfection.

Alisa moaned.

She loved sex--every flavor. If you thought of sex as ice cream then Alisa had devoured the entire Baskin-Robbins menu and was hungry for more.

Her husband was hung and technically capable, but he only ever brought vanilla. That staleness had killed their marriage years ago after she'd had her eyes opened to all the flavors. She kept him around because tormenting him was almost as fun as fucking other men, and being alone sounded worse than death.

She wasThe Queen. No man would ever leaveher.

The growing noises from next door quickly pulled her focus. The stud in there was absolutely wrecking that young woman. Alisa grew jealous. It had been far too long since she heard someone fucking like that. Why couldn't she have that intensity?

The woman's filthy voice sliced through the wall:

"Yes Daddy! Fuck! Fuck me hard! I need it!"

A hot quiver shot through Alisa at the wordDaddy.

It hit her right in the pussy -- a deep, involuntary clench that made her thighs tremble. She never called anyone that. Never let anyone have that kind of control. She was the one in charge, always. But hearing that young slut moan it so shamelessly, so desperately, sent a filthy thrill racing up her spine.

"Fuck --- why does that sound so good?"

The slapping skin and raw moans grew louder.

"God, your cock is so fucking big--Fuck me better than he's ever fucked her!"

The nerve. The fucking audacity.

They had the balls to walk intoThe Queen'shouse and make such a claim.

Challenge accepted.

She frantically grabbed David's head and crushed his face into her cunt, smothering him until his desperate spasms helped push her over the edge. "I'm gonna cum--don't stop, David!"

For a moment the other room went quiet.

Alisa grinned. StillThe Queen.

How wrong she was.

The pounding exploded back louder than before--skin slapping like gunfire. Then the bull roared:

"You hear that? Over there--that's a whore getting fucked by a loser. And I'm gonna make you cum louder and harder than that bitch has ever cum in her fucking life!"

Alisa came instantly. Shame and arousal flooded her in equal measure. The power of his words, the way he commanded her --- never had a man had that effect on her.

David gave her a knowing look, she would have to punish him for that. "Get up and fuck me, now!" She whispered.

David stood up and took a breath, entering her easily.

The sounds next door were reaching a peak, the woman's moans pushing her stud on.

"Fuck, Michael, don't stop! I'm cumming! God! Don't stop!"

Alisa's breath hitched. Just a name. Just some other woman getting destroyed by a real man while she had to settle for David's mediocre prick. The thought burned.

She urged him on, but her eyes stayed glued to the gloryhole. The man's muscular back was now in view, flexing as he jackhammered the girl. Older. Powerful. In insane shape.

The woman's perfect legs in three-inch heels were thrown over his shoulders while he power-fucked her. She felt another quiver pass through her at the sight.

David was struggling. Alisa didn't care. "Oh fuck--fuck me, David--you're so fucking good, baby! I want your cum!"

False praise always kept the little guy motivated. Still, his efforts coupled with the neighbors' energetic sex, caused an explosion.

The orgasm was like a depth charge going off. A tinyplopfollowed by a suddenkaboom!

It was the best orgasm she'd had with him in months. Still pathetic compared to what was happening next door.

As the aftershocks rippled through her, a cruel little thought slithered in:Did David actually cause that... or was it the couple on the other side of the wall that amped me up?

She already knew the answer. David was just the warm, obedient toy between her thighs. The real fire -- the deep, brutal, kingly fucking roaring through the gloryhole -- was what had her soaking and shaking.

Glancing back through the hole, the woman was now bent over the bench, ass up, as the bull railed her from behind. Sweat glistened on his body. He pushed his thumb into her asshole and she lost it.

"Oh God! Fuck my ass! I want everything you gave her and more. Give it to me!"

Alisa's own hole clenched in envy. Having tried anal with David, it was useless. He came almost instantly every time. He really had a thing for butts, her or his own, she should make him wear a butt plug for that smack.

Then came a single drawn-out cry:"Fuuuck!"followed immediately by"Fuck my ass harder Daddy, I've been such a bad girl. I deserve this and so much more."

David almost blew it right there. He pulled out, stuttering, "Swallow my cum, Alisa!"

"Fucking David"Alisa thought, always too excited around the ass play.

"Pathetic"

Desperate for a win, Alisa took him in her mouth -- something she never gave Michael -- and loudly sucked him off with skilled, piston-like strokes until he erupted. Then she made him kneel and spat every drop of his own load back into his open, quivering mouth.

Alisa peeked again, fingers on her clit, mere inches away from the action. David tried to touch her but she shooed him away, she only wanted to watch the action next door.

The bull had the girl pinned against the shared wall, mere inches away from Alisa's face. His balls slapped loudly against her ass as he destroyed her.

The girl screamed:

"Come inside my ass! Fill me up while she cleans his pathetic fucking prick!"

Alisa exploded with them, rubbing her clit vigorously in time with their brutal rhythm. She came again in seconds. This had never happened before. Alisa couldn't explain it.

Suddenly, The bull roared as he flooded the girl's asshole. It was the best orgasm Alisa had had in at least ten years.

She could see most of them now, the girl's face was buried in his neck, her head blocking his from view. She hung limply against him, panting into his body, his perfect cock still embedded in her ass --- pure post-fuck bliss. The kind of filthy, perfect satisfaction Alisa had been starving years for.

She wanted what they had.

As the aftershocks faded, Alisa dressed quickly, heart still hammering. Sheneededto see them. Needed to burn their images into her brain so she could hunt them down and claim what was hers.

She stepped back out front into the main store, pretending to browse a rack of butt plugs while David wandered aimlessly behind her, picking up dildos and giggling like a fucking teenager.

She positioned herself with a clear line of sight to the private room doors, her cunt throbbing between her legs.

Minutes later, the door to the private rooms clicked open.

Alisa leaned forward, breath caught in her throat.

The woman stepped out first. Somehow the filthy little slut lookedput togetheragain -- sleek ponytail smoothed back into place, crimson lips freshly touched up, Jackie O. sunglasses perched on her nose.

She wore a sharp black pinstripe women's suit with a tight leather corset with white shirt underneath and a bold red tie knotted at her throat. No one would ever guess she'd just had her asshole wrecked and pumped full of thick cum.

She walked steady on those three-inch heels like the brutal fucking had been nothing more than a pleasant lunch break.

ThenThe Bullstepped out behind her.

Through the shifting bodies of other patrons and David's useless bulk, Alisa only caught half-glimpses. Broad shoulders filling out a crisp dress shirt, tie hanging loose and crooked, powerful V of his back flexing as he draped his suit coat over one arm.

A possessive hand settled on the woman's perfect ass, squeezing like he owned it. Thick bulge still swinging heavily in his slacks. Confident, predatory stride.

A tingle of familiarity ran through Alisa's mind but she dismissed it instantly.

Fuck--they look incredible together.

Jealousy and desire twisted like a knife in her gut. She needed to follow them, she shoved past David and slipped out the front door, heels clicking rapidly on the sidewalk.

They were already half a block ahead, moving like they owned the city. The woman moved with that poised, elegant sway, pinstripe suit hugging her hips, red tie fluttering slightly, Jackie O sunglasses shielding her eyes. Freshly fucked and glowing, yet somehow still radiating untouchable confidence.

He walked like a champion. A king. A conqueror. Shoulders back, chest proud, every step radiating raw dominance. Loose tie fluttering in the breeze, shirtsleeves rolled up over thick forearms. Filthy royalty.

Alisa's mouth watered. Her pussy clenched hard enough to push out another trickle of her own juices down her thigh.

God, I want to be her. I want to devour her. I want him to rail us both while we scream.

She picked up her pace, nearly jogging now, but they were moving with purpose. The distance stayed stubbornly the same. Just as she started closing the gap, the crosswalk light flipped.

They stepped into the street together. Alisa quickly moved to intercept only to get cut off by a lady with a walker. By the time she made it to the intersection the signal had changed to red.

Alisa was fuckingdonewith vanilla. She had never truly settled for it.

She had just found the richest, most intoxicating flavor imaginable.

Alisa stood on that curb, soaked, furious, and hornier than she'd been in a decade, watching the king and his perfect little whore disappear down the block. Her pussy throbbed with pure predatory hunger.

Whoever the fuck you are -- I'm coming for you. Both of you.

I'll ride that fat cock until I can't walk straight. I'll make her eat my cum-filled cunt while you watch. I'll make that little slut call me Mommy while you breed us both.

Heavy footsteps finally caught up behind her.

David came jogging up, red-faced and panting, still clutching the thick, veiny dildo he'd apparently forgotten he was holding. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow -- and smacked himself right in the face with the realistic rubber cock.

Alisa turned, stared at him with pure disgust for a long second, then rolled her eyes so hard it hurt. Without a word she spun on her heel and started walking, leaving him to scramble after her like the dog he was.

I don't care what it takes.

The Queen always gets what she wants.

GAME FUCKING ON.

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