Housekeepers Hell - Sex Stories

Housekeepers Hell

... the plug still firmly in her ass and her nipples still pulsing, she was afraid of what would happen when Ms. Barbara tapped her clit.

Ms. Barbara pressed Alice’s thighs apart, further opening her lips. She then felt mommy’s hand on the inside of her thigh as well, holding her legs further open. Alice tensed, and mommy rubbed the top of her thigh, calming Alice so that Ms. Barbara could work. Alice listened to the waves crash in her headphones, muffled slightly by her leather hood. She tried to relax through her stuffed asshole, channeling energy into the mattress, grounding herself and trying to ignore her needy clit. She focused hard on the give and take of the waves, allowing herself to be lulled into calmness.

Alice felt Ms. Barbara’s hands move to her naughty little pussy, gently parting the lips to expose her soaked clit and hole. Her wetness continued to freely drip, soaking the anchor of the plug in her ass, wetting the sheets. Ms. Barbara’s skilled hands massaged her labia, pulling them away from her clit so as not to cause any undue or accidental stimulation. Alice then felt mommy’s hands take over for Ms. Barbara, holding her labia open to give Ms. Barbara better access to her clit.

Alice felt cold steel forceps replace mommy’s warm hands, gently clipping onto her labia and spreading, thanks to mommy’s guidance. Next, Alice felt a pinch as Ms. Barbara attached clamps to her inner lips, ensuring that her naughty little pussy remained as open as possible ...

... during the rest of the procedure. She taped the clamps to Alice’s thigh to hold her open, getting Mommy to hold the larger ones to ensure that they didn’t slip and accidentally let a pussy lip rub against her clit.

With her naughty little pussy fully on display, Alice felt Ms. Barbara’s hand continue to prod her pussy, exploring every inch of the soft and slippery skin. She then felt an instrument rub along her opened labia, a small wheel that needled her skin, testing her responses. She felt it run against her labia, and then inside on her inner lips. The wheel felt prickly on her lips, and when Ms. Barbara touched it to the soft skin at the entrance of her hole, she jolted as it bit into her skin. Ms. Barbara paused at each new move, likely taking notes or teaching mommy.

Ms. Barbara’s gloved hand then tapped Alice’s clit three times, turning the last tap into a rub, around its base. Alice’s clit was rock hard and swollen, a very pronounced part of her naughty little pussy. When she felt Ms. Barbara’s finger tap and circle, she thought that she might throw up. The sensation was so direct, so powerful, Alice knew she couldn’t hold on. She moaned in need, a silent cry for Ms. Barbara to stop...or never stop? Alice wasn’t sure. Tears threatened Alice’s eyes, her desperation to cum competing with her desire to please Ms. Barbara, putting Alice in an impossible situation. Just as she was about to fall over the edge, the sensation dulled; Ms. Barbara’s finger was still gently ...