Chapter Four - Finale

Adrianna flung the door open. A wave of manly odor practically bowled Sophia over. She staggered under the sensual ****. Smoke, fine liquor, and raw sex enveloping her. Potent and unapologetic. Seeping into her nubile flesh and stinging her eyes.

“That’s right. Take it! Take my hard dick, you bimbo cunt. Beg for it!”

“Sir… yaaa! Yes, sir! Please, sir… Aaaah!”

The scene within was as depraved as it was shocking.

The same man from the painting over the mantle had one of the blonde maids bent over a vast walnut writing desk, her frilly skirt flipped up and stunning face shoved into the leather topper. Naked but for an unbuttoned business shirt, he plowed wailing beauty from behind with brutal thrusts.

Sophia stared dumbly at the chiseled muscle on his rippling torso, layered in a dense thicket of chest hair. He was, like, totally ripped for an older guy. A testosterone-fueled sex machine. Each blow of his pelvis shook the weighty desk and would have sent the noisy maid flying if not for his beefy fist locked around her neck.

Another hot blonde was sprawled insensate on a leather lounge, her skimpy uniform in tatters as though savaged by a pack of feral hounds. She moaned weakly, exposed breasts glowing with angry welts while yummy cum oozed from her battered snatch to puddle on the polished upholstery.

Cum… His cum…

Sophia had never smelled semen before, but this strong, studly Man’s pungent aroma made her drool. Gosh! She wanted to roll in it, bathe in it, lick up every gooey drop, and plead for more.

There was an abundance of sticky spunk coating the passed-out maid’s face, tangling her golden tresses, pooling in her superb cleavage…

“Darling!” Adrianna’s delighted voice snapped Sophia from her dreamy state. “I brought the new babysitter for your approval. I hope this isn’t a bad time.”

The enchanting brunette positively danced across the room, graceful as a ballerina, pressing close to her husband’s side and peppering adoring kisses on his bearded cheek.

She was soooo~ lucky to be married to a shredded mega-hunk. Sophia simply stood there, giggling and swishing her fat knockers side to side like a nervous schoolgirl.

“Good timing, hon.” He growled, hammering the howling help. “This slut… is almost… cooked!”

“MAAAASTERRRR~!” The blonde screamed, spasming climactically as Adrianna’s handsome hubby hilted himself and erupted.

Her spine arched and muscles convulsed in a picturesque performance of rapturous gratification. Instinctively, Sophia realized the display was wholly for His pleasure—a show of appreciation and subservience to Him.

She was gagging for her turn.

Panting like a blown horse, Sophia watched as the Man tossed the gurgling maid aside and settled into a high-backed chair. The cum-drunk bimbo landed in a boneless heap, already forgotten, as Adrianna slid onto his lap, precisely where she belonged.

Sophia’s gut twisted with envy, her empty pussy yearned to be filled by the meaty member jutting above the edge of the desk. Adrianna smirked knowingly at her, smugly stroking His girthy length.

“Another blonde, huh?” He said, barely glancing at Sophia, rummaging in a drawer. “Don’t know why you keep making them blonde, hon. She’s had complete treatment?”

Making them… Sophia’s skull buzzed with that strange haptic tingle again, but she shook it off.

“Naturally, darling. You burn through them rather quickly, and I’m your autumn wifey.” Adrianna husked, nuzzling her handsome husband’s neck. “Once we’ve fashioned a summer blonde who can endure your forceful presence, I’ll create a springtime redhead or some… body more exotic for winter to slake your tireless passions.”

Sophia trembled, falling to her knees, desperately hoping the aforementioned body would be hers. Her insides felt hollow as she salivated over His massive prick.

That super-duper, virginity-busting, uber-dick, which Adrianna was pumping so brilliantly, perfectly poised and beautiful in his lap like a showgirl demonstrating the latest model of top-tier baby makers.

“Eh, doesn’t seem like you left her much in the brains department, hon.” Mr Hunky Fuckstud shrugged nonchalantly, producing a plastic pescription bottle and tearing the lid off with his teeth. “You want that looking after our kid. I wouldn’t trust her with a rubber band, much less a baby. Look, she’s touching herself already.”

Huh. She was?

Sophia glanced down to discover she totally was.

Without even realizing it, her hands had crept under her crazy-short skirt to tease her needy clitty. She was kneeling, legs splayed and chest out, jilling her puss-puss like a stupid skank in front of the hottest, bestest married couple ever.

Sophia would have been mortified if she wasn’t cumming so hard.

”HYAAAIII~!”

Merely existing in His proximity was overwhelming. Her electrified body screamed to be squeezed. To be groped. To be roughly used and abused. To be claimed by this cunt-splitting avatar of machismo…

“She could make a fine wet nurse,” Adrianna suggested, winking at her strapping hubby. “With a little help from you, darling dearest. Why not sample the tasty lil’ morsel? If you don’t like her, we can always find another. I’ll keep her somewhere out of the way until you need a handy cocksleeve to vent your frustration.”

“Worth a shot, I guess.” The ultra-hung Adonis grumbled, knocking back a fistful of pills with a tumbler of brandy. “Come here, girl. Let’s take a proper look at you.”

Unable to stand, Sophia crawled. Awkward as a three-legged dog with a hand still buried in her sodden snatch, she scrambled closer, reeled in by an invisible leash.

Adrianna’s husband lounged in the office chair, muscular frame barely contained by the leather upholstery. His languid posture broadcasted disinterest as he watched Sophia approach, that thick, veiny pussy-pounder glistening from his previous conquests. The air was rich with dominance, a palpable **** that made Sophia’s breath hitch.

“Well, well,” He rumbled, deep and gravelly, sending shivers down Sophia’s spine. “She can follow basic instructions. Not a bad start.”

Adrianna perched on his knee, her lithe figure draped against him like a villainous cat. She combed fingers through his beard, her grin sharp as she watched Sophia squirm.

“She’s my gift to you, darling. A pretty plaything to unwind with.”

Sophia’s cheeks burned with a mix of shame and arousal as she finally reached their feet. Her hand left her pussy to splat onto the floor in front of her, her head bowed in submission. She could feel His gaze on her, stripping her bare, assessing her worth.

“Look at me.” He commanded.

Her unfocused gaze snapped up, and she felt her resolve crumble. His aura was all-consuming, a tidal wave of primal physicality that left her gasping for breath. His anvil of a jaw, His mountain of a chest, that glorious spunk-bubbling fuckshaft—every part of Him threatened to consume her.

“What’s your name, girl?” He asked, tone casual but laced with authority.

“S-Sophia,” she stammered, voice trembling.

“Sophia,” He repeated, only breaking eye contact to seize Adrianna's lips in a ravenous kiss. “Are you ready to serve me? To submit yourself entirely to me as Master?”

She nodded frantically, her platinum locks bouncing with the motion. “Yes, sir. I… I’m super excited to serve. I’ll submit… please…”

“See, darling? I’ve brought you a perfect little bimbo doll.” Adrianna murmured, squirming eagerly when His hands slid under her silky gown. They were big as catcher’s mitts, grasping her lissome figure possessively. “Go on, sweetie. Show him what a good girl you’ve become.”

Good girl…

Sophia moaned, low and guttural, the phrase triggering a visceral, pussy-clenching response. Dragging herself between his legs, she stared in drooling stupefaction at the towering monument that was her new Master’s indomitable dick.

It twitched and lurched, spurting a stray glob of manseed across Sophia’s cheek. The smell was beyond intoxicating. Ambrosia. Completely irresistible. She inhaled deeply, then dove in, mouth first.

A flavor explosion blitzed her tastebuds, overloading them with salt and musk.

He was big. Sophia’s slobbering lips stretched wide to accommodate her studly Master’s jaw-creaking girth. She hadn’t gone this far with a boy before, nowhere near, and after this baptism in erotic fire, never would.

Sophia belonged to a Real Man now–a thousand percent spoken for mind, heart, and soul.

She could feel it in the physiological responses lighting up her neural pathways, nerve centers, and feverish flesh. Every part of her was being streamlined. Simplified. Smelted down to her purest, basest self by the scrummy, supersized cock ravishing her tonsils, incinerating any extraneous elements.

”Mmmmnnph!”

Worries about her future, her degree and its burdensome debt were the first to wash away like suds down a drain, directly into Sophia’s shiny tits.

They bulged and swelled as she gagged and swallowed her face-fucking Master’s deluge of delectable seed, filling the flimsy top to overflowing. Two heavy, gravity-defying teardrops capped in rubbery pink nipples aching to be pinched, fighting free.

“Does she please you, hubby?” Adrianna asked, resting a hand on Sophia’s suckling skull. “The poor thing is young. Inexperienced. A virgin, in fact. I wouldn’t dream of sully our household with used goods. She’s extremely pliable, though. With suitable training and your guidance…”

“Pipe down, woman. Can’t you see I’m busy? We’ll discuss brass tacks later.”

“Apologies, darling. Here, allow me to instruct the silly girl in the proper way to service you.”

Sophia’s years of education went next.

College and high school classes, vacuumed out of her increasingly smooth brain to turbo-charge her reproductive system. Math, literature, and modern history evaporated like steam as Adrianna shoved Sophia’s mewling mouth deeper down Master’s immensity.

She shuddered and shook, unraveling around his domineering dick. Not even touching herself as his magical cum reshaped her, landing like an atom bomb in her shrinking stomach.

“That’s better…” Master grunted. “She’s getting hotter. Almost good enough to fuck a baby into.”

Almost good enough!

Sophia’s pulsing pussy gushed at the possibility. She moaned reverently around her Master’s throat-plumbing prick, wracked by carnal shockwaves.

If she could last a moment longer, if she could **** down another few spurts of his miracle cream, if she could submit more completely… Master might christen her virgin teen cunt.

The very notion of filling the clawing emptiness with a child–Master’s child plunged Sophia’s whole world into a rapturous spiral.

“Glmmnnff! Hmmmm!”

“Someone sounds excited.” Adrianna whispered in Sophia’s ear. “Good girls should be bred by their handsome masters. And obedient little babysitters should carry their masters’ babies, don't you think, sweetie?”

Good girl babysitters having babies?

That made sense. Adrianna was sooo smart. Like, totally correct and super awesome!

Sophia nodded dopily on Master’s gullet-plugging prong as cognitive processes evaporated to power her revved-up ovaries. Freely surrendered for a chance at motherhood.

She floated in a state of perpetual climax, one mind-bending orgasm landing before the previous subsided like a highway pile-up of sinful, squirting gratification.

Master was thoroughly fucking Sophia's snug throat, savagely stuffing her esophagus. She gulped and gurgled, her nose pressed against his pelvis, snorting his dizzying scent.

“She's ready. Get her on the desk, hon.” Master grunted, abruptly withdrawing with a sucking slurp. “I’m in the mood to sow some wild oats.”

Sophia felt rough hands tear off her slutty skirt and thong, then she was drifting like a blown leaf in a daze to land somewhere hard. Her legs were pried apart–not that she could have resisted–before something thick and stiff and hot slapped down on her flat stomach. It measured the length of Sophia’s tinyfied abdomen to prod her at copious underboob.

Master’s amazing cock!

“Jesus, you always make ‘em so skinny,” He grunted as Sophia basked in his heat and leaking seed. “Except for the tits. Look at those funbags. They’re goddamn huge.”

“All the better for feeding the litters of progeny you’ll plant in us, darling.” Adrianna cooed, shimmying out of her fancy gown to reveal the naked magnificence beneath. “You wouldn’t want me to suffer cracked nipples or saggy breasts. Besides, any milk I produce is solely for my wonderful hubby.”

She was a goddess.

Perfectly proportioned to steal a man’s soul with her lean lines, ripe contours, poreless complexion, and angelic beauty that a lifetime of rigorous exercise, starvation dieting, and a king’s fortune worth of cosmetic surgery couldn’t hope to replicate.

Simply gazing upon her radiance, plastered against Master’s rocky side, cast Sophia into fresh throes of urgent passion.

“Pleeeease… Pleeeeeease~!” She blubbered, bucking and thrashing under the scalding weight of His mighty fuckrod. “I need… neeeed it!”

“Stop torturing the poor girl, darling.” Adrianna murmured, nibbling Master’s ear. “Delay much longer, and she won’t retain enough basic functionality to serve as anything but a mindless fuckdoll.”

“That’s what I love about you, hon.” Master’s turgid tip slithered down towards Sophia’s greedy entrance. Her spine bowed, hips jerking with anticipation. “Always looking at the big picture. That eye on the prize mentality. This’ll have to be quick. I’ve got a teleconference in twenty.”

“We can take our time enjoying her together later.” Adrianna agreed, squishing her immaculate breasts around His beefy bicep. “Bless you, Hubby dearest. Thank you for indulging my foolish whims.”

“I got you, babe.”

Sophia screamed when Master split her sopping slit. Not in pain, as expected, but with ecstatic fulfillment. Her hymen was obliterated in a single stroke, sundered completely by His titanic cock, laying waste to her final bastion of innocence.

He stretched her to the ****. Crushing every hyper-sensitive nerve cluster and pleasure receptor with merciless thrusts into Sophia’s pristine womb. She was a weak, helpless thing in Master’s grasp. Utterly dwarfed by His subjugating strength and brutality. Speared deliriously upon His pussy-creaming totem to masculinity.

“M-m-master! Ooooh~... yes, Master! Yaaaaa! F-fuck me… use me!”

He stabbed at Sophia’s center, ringing her bell like a punch to the gut. She was buffeted by storm waves of euphoria, swamped in brain-numbing bliss. Her head grew light, stuffed with cotton candy and sweet little nothings, completely consumed by Master’s fiery passions.

“How does she feel, hubby?” Adrianna husked, riding His pistoning hips like a rodeo princess. “Should we keep this one? Is she worthy of your valuable time and attention?”

Sophia wailed and wept **** tears. She hung by a thread, her sanity balanced on a razor's edge. Master’s next words–His final judgement would decide her ultimate fate. She understood that much even through the fluffy pink clouds of hedonistic delight.

The tyrannical cock blistering her insides meant everything. Master’s command and control were absolute. Without it, without Him, Sophia was nobody.

Just another stupid bimbo, drooling saliva on her big, stupid melons, praying for a hunky Man who’d claim and own her like the dumb slut she was.

“She’s tight… really tight.” Master huffed, plowing Sophia deeper. Harder. Carving his mark into her core. “Not nearly as good as you, hon. But she’ll learn.”

“Of course she will, darling. You’ll teach her.” Adrianna gasped, grinding sinuously against him. “She’ll be your eager little breed-slut. A pretty empty-headed decoration made to be fucked and bear your children.”

Made to be fucked… bear Master's children…

Sophia badly wanted that. She needed it. More than her next breath of air. More than the seismic orgasm shaking her apart.

If not for Master’s big hands circling Sophia’s lissome waist–slamming her smaller, frailer form back onto his piledriving prick–she might have fallen to pieces, utterly deconstructed.

“Pleeeease, Master… Aaaah! P-pleeeeease!” She pleaded, heavy tits slapping her drooling chin. “Breed me… Ooommff~! Breed me, breed me, breed me, BREEED MEEEE!!”

Master wasn’t listening.

He was preoccupied with furiously making out with Adrianna. The dark-haired angel wrapped around His side, kissing and moaning, the center of amorous attention while Sophia wailed like horny banshee.

She immediately felt guilty, tarnishing an intimate moment between the two sexiest and totally wonderful people ever with her caterwauling, but couldn't stop. Master kept drilling Sophia into the desk, pinning her beneath His muscular bulk as their tongues entwined like the main characters in a Hollywood romance.

He was relentless, a champion fuckstud who could rut for weeks on end, steamrolling Sophia through a chain reaction of critical climaxes that sent her addled psyche into a meltdown. She arched and convulsed in exquisite agony, her long blonde tresses whipping her face.

“Alright, babe. She can stay… for now.” Master grunted when the kiss finally ended. Sophia’s pussy gushed with joy. “Gotta pump and dump though. Duty calls. Clean her up for later, okay?”

“Gladly, darling.” Adrianna sounded pleased. “Leave everything to me.”

“Good girl.”

Those words–two magical words–were the last straw.

Sophia howled in ecstasy as Master exploded inside her deepest depths. A flood of fecund seed inundated her fertile teen womb. Stars detonated behind her fluttering eyelids as Adrianna also cried out, cumming brilliantly for her hunky hubby.

White-hot spunk branded Sophia’s insides, claiming her forever in the most primal way possible. Immediately, she understood. Instinctively, without a shadow of doubt…

Master had planted his flag in her belly.

Bone-deep fatigue and satisfaction blanketed Sophia like a cozy duvet. Master withdrew, but his sticky heat lingered within. Warm and comforting. Slender arms scooped her into an embrace, dainty hands stroked her back as she drowsed sleepily.

“You were amazing, sweetie.” Adrianna crooned, hugging Sophia to her sumptuous bosom. “I think you might be wifey material. Isn’t that great? I’m so happy for you.”

Sophia sighed in agreement, rubbing the squishy bulge in her tummy. She was happy too.

A blindingly bright future lay before her—carefree, full of mind-blowing sex and children.

What more could a bimbo babysitter ask for?

The End

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