Alien Porn Tourism
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Chapter 11: Punishing the Slutty Babysitters
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 11: Punishing the Slutty Babysitters - An alien comes to earth expecting life to be like our porn. When it's not, he uses his AI to reshape people to play the parts in live-action smut!
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mind Control Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Science Fiction Aliens Cheating Cuckold Slut Wife Wife Watching Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Water Sports Big Breasts
Note: This is a commissioned story. I don’t have much say over the events.
T. Ropex
I appeared in a traditional house. I frowned at why I was here. There were two girls that were sitting on the couch with books on their laps. They were doing homework, but not in a sexy way like in the life broadcasts, of course.
They weren’t dressed skimpily and talking about boys and joking or flirting. They were really studying. Both had brown hair, one darker than the other. One had glasses, the one with a lighter hue to her hair while the other had a big nose that ruined the cuteness of her face. They were slender, wearing baggy sweatpants and sweaters, their legs folded up between them.
An empty pizza box lay on the coffee table. No hope of a sexy deliveryman.
I was confused about what this scenario was.
“Babysitter who gets in trouble,” answered the AI. “The parents are about to arrive in three, two, one. Here they are.”
The door opened and the girl with glasses gasped. “They’re home early.”
“And?” her friend asked as a couple entered the house. The wife was slipping out of a trench coat. She had a rather nice blue dress on. Nothing skimpy, but she was trying. The husband was in jeans and a button-down shirt.
“How’s the baby...” The wife trailed off.
“M-Mrs. Compton!” squeaked the babysitter, closing her books.
“Shannon!” gasped the woman. “You know the rules.”
“No houseguests,” growled the husband, Mr. Compton. “We’ve talked about it.”
“She’s just helping me with my homework,” Shannon whimpered. “I thought—”
“That we wouldn’t be home for an hour so we wouldn’t notice,” said Mr. Compton.
“Well, at least it’s not a boy,” said Mrs. Compton. “I know you’re eighteen, but you’re here to watch over our child.”
“I have the baby monitor out,” Shannon protested. “We were just studying.”
“Well, it’s still against the rules,” Mrs. Compton said, heading for the stairs. “I’m going to check on the baby.”
She vanished upstairs as the two girls were squirming. The friend stood and started shoving her books into a bag. She looked sheepish, her cheeks bright red. Shannon was still sitting there petrified on the couch.
“Am I fired?” asked Shannon.
“My wife and I will discuss it,” said Mr. Compton as he pulled out his wallet. “Here’s the money. The full five hours even though we’re home early.”
“I ... I ... I’m sorry.” She trembled. “It won’t happen again. I’m sorry. We really were just studying, not smoking weed or vaping or anything. Honest.”
The husband said. “I get that. Still ... This can’t happen again.”
He was going to let them get away without punishing them. That didn’t sit right with me. It wasn’t what I was here to watch. I knew the AI would come through with me. The two girls were about to leave.
“Adjusting scenario,” said the AI.
The two girls changed. Their sweatpants and sweaters were replaced with very short miniskirts. They had knee-high socks on, white and pure which somehow made it naughty. Their blouses were white and tied off beneath their now huge tits. They had big fake ones. It was obvious that the silicone had enhanced them.
Their hair was both bleached blonde. Shannon had a lip piercing, her glasses some how daintier and naughtier. They shifted to the couch where they were making out with each other. Mr. Compton vanished entirely.
Now this was interesting. The two girls were making out with such passion.
Shannon Trent
I was so relived that Mr. Compton wasn’t going to fire me. It was just a one-time thing. I knew it was dumb. I was about to say thank you when...
I was dizzy. I blinked at the large breasts that were filling out the front of my dress. I was wearing stripper heels. Knee-high socks. A short, tartan skirt, my blouse tied off beneath my huge boobs. I was about to ask what was happening when...
Mr. Compton wouldn’t be home for an hour, plenty of time to finger my girlfriend to an orgasm.
I kissed Kelly with such passion. The dumb baby was asleep, so we could party. Our noses just brushed. I was so glad she had a nose job and got rid of that big thing. She was so much sexier with plump lips and that tongue stud ... I loved feeling that tongue stud in my pussy.
My hand slid up her bare thigh beneath her skirt. She did the same to mine. We were kissing hard, making out with such passion. It was just a delicious treat. She felt so good on my mouth. I made out with her every ounce of passion that I had.
Our fingers slid higher and higher up each other’s thighs until...
We found each other’s pussies.
We dripped with passion. It was so hot to rub at each other. I slid my fingers up and down her slit as she did the same to mine. We were both freshly waxed. I moaned into her lips, our tongues dancing as our fingers explored.
I thrust mine into her silky snatch. Her hot flesh massaged my digits. She moaned into my lips as she did the same to me. I groaned, savoring having her fingers in my cunt. My eyes rolled back in my head as she made me feel so good.
We both made out and kissed each other with passion. We made out with all that we had. It was just a treat to kiss each other with such passion. I loved every second of this. She felt so wonderful against me.
I moaned, kissing her with all the passion that I had. I loved it so much. Our fingers plundered each other’s pussies. We rose and rose toward our orgasms. I moaned, kissing her with such passion. I loved this so much.
My thumb found her clit.
Her thumb massaged my bud.
We both groaned as we polished each other’s pearls. I loved rubbing hers in fast circles as she returned the favor. Our fingers plunged in and out of each other’s cunt. It felt so good to do this. I loved it such much.
We both whimpered as we hurtled toward that point when we’d cum. My clit throbbed as she massaged me. I groaned as I heard a car in the background. I didn’t care about anything else. I rubbed at her bud. I swirled in circles around her. She gasped as I did that.
Her pussy clamped down on me.
She squealed into my lips as her cunt spasmed around my cock.
She broke the kiss and gasped out, “You slut!”
“Yes!” I squealed and joined her, my pussy writhing around her thrusting fingers.
The door opened as we howled out in passion. I bucked through all that passion. I savored the feel of that ecstasy sweeping through me. My eyes rolled back in my head. I whimpered out at the delight of this amazing moment.
It was just so good to have all that pleasure blazing through me. I groaned through the heat of this moment. It was outstanding. My eyes rolled back in my head as I shuddered through the bliss. It was ecstasy.
“You dyke whore!” gasped my friend.
“You nasty slut!” I moaned. “That’s—”
“What the fuck is going on in here?” roared an angry man.
“Mr. Compton!” I gasped and ripped my fingers out of my friend’s cunt as I bounded to my feet. Hers slid out of my snatch. I wiped them off on the back of my skirt as I faced him. “You’re home early.”
“And you’re dyking out on that slut when you’re supposed to be watching my son!” roared the angry man. His face was turning red. “Jesus fuck, what is wrong with you?”
“We were just making out,” I whimpered. “That’s it.”
He marched around and grabbed both our wrists. He yanked our fingers to his nose and inhaled. “Then why do your fingers smell like cunt, sluts?”
“Please, please, Mr. Compton,” I gasped. “We were just fooling around.”
“Being sluts!” he growled. “In my house? My son’s around, and you two are just being fucking whores. What am I paying you for, Shannon? It’s not to muff dive with this whore!”
“I ... I...” I tried to say, my big, fake tits jiggling.
“I know where the money’s going,” he growled, staring at my tits. “Fucking whore. I was insane to think you’re trustworthy. Fucking bimbo!”
“I’ll just be going,” said Kelly. She tried to make a break for it.
“Not so fast, skank!” he growled. “You’re partly to blame here. Bend your ass over the couch so I can whip your harlot asses!”
“No!” My friend shook her head, trying to retreat. “I don’t’ work for you.”
“You’re in my house, so the law says I can whip your dumb ass, bimbo,” he growled.
That didn’t’ sound right, but my friend squeaked in shock. Maybe it was. I pushed up my glasses then gasped as Mr. Compton shoved us down over the couch cushions. He flipped up our skirts. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Dirty fucking dykes,” he growled. “Fingering each other when you really need a good, hard cock to straighten your asses out.” His belt rasped against the denim of his pants as he took it off.
I trembled and glanced at my friend. “Sorry, Kelly.”
Ryan Compton
I was so furious at the sluts. If my wife had ... had...
Where is your wife? Why is Shannon so different?
I ignored that voice. I didn’t need to worry about my wife. I had two busty sluts that needed to be punished. Two naughty babysitters that needed their asses whipped for fucking on my couch without me. They should be saving it for when I was home.
The nondescript guy in the corner nodded his agreement.
I flipped up their skirts, staring at their plump asses. Bubble butts that would jiggle nicely when I whipped them. Their barely legal cunts dripped with juices. The whoreish scent of their twats filled my nose, one spicy and the other tart.
“Fucking whores!” I roared and whipped Shannon’s ass.
CRACK!
Then Kelly’s rump.
CRACK!
They both squealed as red stripes blossomed on their asses. The shit was just such an inspiring one. I smiled from ear to ear at the sight, my cock aching so much. This was what whores like them needed. Discipline.
CRACK!
CRACK!
I whipped both their asses, loving the way the dykes squealed out in pain.
CRACK!
CRACK!
“Fucking sluts fingering each other’s cunts on my couch!” I roared.
“Sorry, Mr. Compton!” whimpered Shannon.
CRACK!
I struck her rump hard, the belt slapping across both their butt-cheeks. She yelped and bucked. The whore-perfume of their pussies grew in strength. I breathed it in and flicked the belt at Kelly’s reddened rump.
CRACK!
“Mr. Compton!” she squeaked.
I smiled and licked both their asses with the tongue of my belt.
CRACK!
CRACK!
The belt hit them both. It was such a wild rush to do this to them.
CRACK!
CRACK!
My cock was so hard with the thrill of slapping down on their barely legal asses. They thought they could just do what they wanted. They were sobbing, their pussies dripping with their passion. Rivulets of their slut-cream ran down their thighs.
CRACK!
CRACK!
“Mr. Compton!” The girls squeaked.
“Fingering each other on my couch. You could have stained the fabric, you selfish sluts!”
CRACK!
CRACK!
It was so hot to whip their asses. The rush of this was such a heady one. I was so excited to fuck them. The little harlots wanted to play at being whores in my house? I would pound their cunts so fucking had. I would fuck their assholes. Piss in their mouths.
What about Molly? Where is she? We went out on a date with her. Came back with her?
I ignored that whiny voice. I could finally enjoy some teenage trim. I wasn’t about to pass this up. Fuck, no, I was going to enjoy burying my fat cock into them both. They would squeal on my dick like they were each other’s fingers.
CRACK!
CRACK!
They whimpered, their asses so red. So fuckable. I groaned and unbuttoned my shirt. They were both sobbing, their hips wiggling. Their blushing butt-cheeks jiggled in so invitingly. I pulled off my shirt and unfastened my pants.
I shoved them off along with my boxers. My cock popped out. It was hard and throbbing. I was so ready to fuck them. Just so eager to fuck them with all that I had. I dropped to my knees and pressed my cock into Shannon’s butt-crack.
She gasped as I did that. She glanced back at me. “Mister Compton?”
“Fucking slut, you think you get to act the whore and not pay with that ass?” I growled and thrust against her sphincter.
She gasped, her back arching as I drilled against her anal ring. She trembled, her reddened butt-cheeks clenching about my shaft. Kelly watched, black tears dripping down her cheeks, her mascara running. It made her look like a sexy mess. She sniffled as her friend squealed.
Shannon’s asshole surrendered.
My cock popped into her bowels. I sank to the hilt in her anal sheath, savoring the feel of her asshole surrendering to me. She gasped, her eyes widening as I sank into her velvety backdoor. I loved it. My first taste of anal.
I sank deeper and deeper into her asshole. It was such a wonderful thrill to enjoy more and more of her anal sheath around my dick. I sank to the hilt in her, reveling in having every inch of my cock into her bowels. My crotch pressed into her redneck asscheeks, the warmth from her spanking bleeding into my skin.
“Nice,” I growled. “That’s what you’ll be doing from now on. You’ll be satisfying me, slut!”
“Yes, Mr. Compton,” she whimpered as I drew back my cock. “Oh, oh, oh!”
She squeezed down on me. She felt so good gripping my cock like that. I slammed back into her. I savored the way she gripped me. She held me with that tight asshole. I fucked away at her. I pounded her bowels with all that I had.
I plowed away at her. I fucked her with force. She gasped and moaned as I buried into her with all that I had. It was just so good to fuck her like this. To bury into her bowels with force. Her friend watched on, her eyes so wide.
“You’ll be sucking my dick clean, slut!” I growled. “Oh, yes, you disgusting dyke. You’re going to suck my fucking cock clean and love it!”
“Yes, Mr. Compton,” Kelly whimpered as I hammered her girlfriend’s asshole.
“Oh, fuck, yes, Mr. Compton!” gasped Shannon. “Ram that big fucker in me. Fuck my asshole! Fuck my slutty asshole! Oh, that’s so good!”
The sounds Shannon made as I fucked her were so delicious. I enjoyed every sound she made. It was so wonderful. I hammered her cunt with all that I had. The need to cum in her bowels swelled and swelled with my every thrust.
I hammered into her bowels with such force. I plowed to the hilt in her anal sheath, my nuts slapping into her taint. The need to cum swelling in me. I wanted to dump my load in the whore. I didn’t hold back.
I buried into the hilt in her and erupted. “Fuck, yes!”
I flooded her bowels with my spunk. The heat slammed into me. It was just glorious to fill her up. She gasped as she felt my jizz spurting into her whore-ass. Her flesh spasmed around my dick. She milked me. It was just incredible to have her convulsing around me.
“Shit, shit, shit!” I growled, savoring the pleasure slamming into me. “That’s fucking it!”
I flooded her anal sheath with all my spunk. I erupted into her anal sheath with passion. I filled her up with all my jizz. It was an awesome moment. She whimpered and moaned, milking me. She gasped like a whore.
“Yes!” she gasped as she wrung my cock dry.
I panted and ripped my cock out of her bowels. She trembled, my jizz dripping out of her asshole. I smiled at my triumph. I gripped her friend’s blonde hair and yanked her off the couch. She squealed as I did that, forcing her to kneel before me.
“Open wide, whore!” I growled.
“Yes, Mr. Compton,” the busty slut whimpered.
I slammed my dirty cock into her mouth. I shuddered as she suckled on me, her face a mess with the mascara. She polished my dirty dick with her pierced tongue. The stud felt so good on my cock. Hard against my spongy crown.
“Fucking lite whore,” I growled. “Look at your friend, Shannon. Your girlfriend. She’s sucking my sick clean.”
“She is, Mr. Compton,” whimpered Shannon. Her mascara had run, too, leaving black tear stains down her pale cheeks. She knelt on the floor and untied her blouse, freeing her big, fake tits.
“Just wanton to show those off, whore?” I asked.
“Yes, Mr. Compton,” she groaned. “I bought them with all my babysitting money to look sexy. For boys and girls to stare at them.”
“Dirty whore,” I growled as Kelly suckled on me. She nursed hard on me, her tongue dancing around the crown of my cock with that tongue stud.
It was so fucking good. Kelly was such an eager slut to please me. She worked her mouth up and down my cock, polishing my pole. She cleaned off her friend’s ass from my dick. The whore just loved it, her eyes melting.
She suckled on me with passion. I loved every second of her doing that to me. I groaned, reveling in the way her tongue flicked around my dick. She made me feel amazing. I smiled in awe at the way she suckled at me.
“That’s it, whore,” I growled. “Untie your blouse. Let me see those tits jiggling as you blow me.”
Kelly moaned around my cock and pulled on the knot. The slut worked that tongue stud around my dick as she freed her tits. Her big boobs jiggled, her nipples hard. She was so good to have her suckling on me. She worked her mouth up and down my rod.
She nursed with every last bit of passion on my dick. I shuddered at the delight of this moment, watching her big boobs jiggling. They were gorgeous tits while she was a depraved whore. She wanted me to jizz in her mouth.
“You hunger for my cum, slut,” I growled.
She moaned, nodding around my cock.
“Your girlfriend’s such a little cum-hungry whore, Shannon.”
“Yes, Mr. Compton,” Shannon moaned, squeezing her big tits as she enjoyed it.
She bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my cock. She suckled on me with all that hunger. My nuts twitched, ready to dump my load into her mouth. Well, that was what the slut wanted, and why should a whore get what she craved?
Especially one that has been as naughty as her.
I smiled at my idea as she suckled hard on my dick. She worked her plump lips up and down my cock. She nursed on me with all that she had. It was so great to have her nursing on me like that. She blew me with passion, her mouth so hungry for my spunk.
“Yes!” I growled, about to cum. ‘Just a few more suckles, whore!”
She swirled her tongue stud around the crown of my cock, massaging the sensitive and spongy glans. The pleasure shot down to my nuts. I hit the point of no return. I ripped my cock out of her mouth. She gasped in shock.
I erupted.
I spurted my cum across her features, soaking her in my jizz. It was just so amazing to hose her down. To coat her in all that cum. She gasped in shock as the spunk mixed with the mascara running down her face.
She thrust out her tongue to catch the jizz like a depraved slut. I loved the sight of her catching the spunk on her tongue, but ... I shifted my aim down to her breasts. I spurted over and over onto those big titties. I drenched them in my cum, savoring the pleasure shooting through my body.
I roared in triumph as I erupted one last spurt of cum that splattered a pearly line across her boobs. I grinned at her, loving the pearl necklace I gave the slut. She dripped in the cum. Shannon licked her pierced lips like a depraved whore.
“Fuck,” I groaned, loving to discipline my naughty babysitter and her whore-friend.
T. Ropex