A Good Girl in the Badlands
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Chapter 4: Helping Hands
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4: Helping Hands - Samuel Allenby, accountant at Heller and Winrose, receives an e-mail from his now re-married father seeking to reconcile after years apart. He travels to the Badlands to meet the man he last saw when he was five years old.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/ft Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Reluctant Shemale Fiction Futanari Workplace Mother Daughter Niece Aunt DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Double Penetration Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism BBW Big Breasts Doctor/Nurse Infantilization Illustrated
As the two of them entered Baby Sanne’s room their new patient turned her head towards the door.
“Good morning Sweetie,” Zula greeted with a smile, sliding to one side so as to reveal the second behind her. She glanced at [[Zula Bergeron.png on the left]] the younger girl. She cut a wonderful figure Leyna O’Connor did. Lovely luscious wavy auburn red hair cascading down her torso past her full breasts, an ass quite generous though not quite as rounded as Violette’s. Still, for a 20 year old, her figure was quite impressive. She had changed into a baby blue cotton dress with cream lace trim, similar in design to her own. It was standard practice when gradually infantilizing an adult male patient into a baby sissy.
True, it was her first, but from what she understood, the girl was a regular visitor to the daycare center on the island during her high school years. She’d actually listed Alondra Sandoval, one of their nursemaids as a reference. Smart. She was fairly certain that using her Mistress Mother was hardly coincidental. The futagen did her homework. She and Devera, the first’s younger sister had been in the same year. The three had actually roomed together in the sorority, they’d been quite close. She had turned out to be a quick study. She tilted her head slightly as the pair approached the unit Baby Sanne was bound into, smiling demurely.
The pair watched the third squirm slightly in her bindings, noticing the predicted hardening in her diapers. It was the morning after all and cocks would be cocks at that time of day.
“Sweetie, this is Nurse Leyna from the local university. She is doing her internship under myself and my daughter in this unit,” the 44 year old began, “This is her first time with a patient like you. She’s going to be a mommy for you too. I know she is a little [[Leyna O’Connor.png on the right]] young, but young mommies are very pretty aren’t they Precious? Yes, yes they are. And she’s really looking forward to taking care of you, she does. Yes, yes, pretty Mommy wants to take care of her pretty Princess.”
“Leyna, this is Baby Sanne,” she then added turning to her assistant. “She is learning how to be a lovely little girl and we’re here to teach her.”
“My name is Samuel, I’m a boy, a man,” the figure protested somewhat sleepily. The accountant knew who he was, really he did. But still there was that small subtle tug in the back of his mind.
“Nonsense, Flower,” the dark skinned woman chided gently fingering her patient’s pink silk babydoll. “You’re not dressed like a man Sweetie, you’re dressed like a beautiful baby girl. And such a lovely one you’ll be too.” The Cajun doctor favoured the restrained sissy to be with a nurturing expression before shifting the younger nurse into the chair next to the bed. Taking the paler hand in her own she guided it to the growing bump in the nappies Baby Sanne wore while at the same time slowly unbuttoning the front of her dress. “Mommy Leyna is going to take care of baby now. Baby is thirsty, Mommies can tell, Baby wants to drink Mommy’s creamy milk doesn’t she?”
Samuel watched as the rounded breast of the redheaded nurse creep past the material hiding it until with a sudden falling away, the pink of her areola pushed past it and fell into view. Instinctively his lips parted and he turned his head slightly. Nipple touched lips and once more she was suckling, once more she was Baby Sanne. She thrust at the first touch of her clitty and gazed downwards to see fingers dark and light intertwined slowly caressing her lovely bump. Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down. The pale palm guided by a brown one gently lapped at her arousal as squirt after squirt of yummy milk jetted across her tongue.
She found herself staring deeply into blue eyes, her green ones lost in their depths. It felt so nice to let herself go and gradually sink into fuzzy babyhood. Over and over and over again, the hands lightly meandered the length of her clitty bump. Each time they did, she swallowed. A warmth spread throughout her existence. She felt so comfortable here, so cozy, so cared for, so safe. Baby Sanne gave herself over to the ministrations of her new Mommy and luxuriated in the slow sensuous morning climb.
Traffic was light. It had been an easy drive from the airport to the ranch style house Amanda Riddell had lived in for the past two and a half years. Through the rearview mirror she could see her niece Wynter and her new friend Tanner sat in the back seat of the SUV together chatting amicably. Her hands flitted over him like bees collecting pollen from flowers, each verbal change in tone an excuse for her to pat his shoulder, slide a finger down his arm, caress an earlobe, or squeeze a thigh. Her sister had taught her well. She was indeed toying with him. And he was too flummoxed to stop it. Once in a while she’d offer [[Amanda Riddell.png on the left]] comment, but really only to provide the younger girl the opportunity strengthen her grip on him. Eventually, they pulled into the long drive and then the garage.
“We’re here,” the 43 year old announced cheerfully. “There’s a big hamper just inside the door on the left. Leave all of your dirty things there and then I’ll show you were you’ll be sleeping.”
“Sure, Aunt Mandy,” the 16 year old replied pulling the other passenger out of the backseat.
Quickly clothes were separated from the rest and the machine started the first of two loads.
“So down here are the bedrooms,” the black haired executive explained as they walked down the hall. “This one here is mine, next to it is my Domestic Assistant, Pari’s.”
“Where is she, Aunt Mandy?”
“Probably in town shopping for the day’s produce,” the other Riddell informed the two teenagers. “She likes cooking from scratch. You’ll meet her later. So, you two will be across from us. Tanner, this is you,” she indicated opening a door opposite. “And Wynter, you are at the end on the left. The bath is the far door on the end. Grab a shower or soak if you’d like. Leave your clothes outside of your doors. I’ll put them in the next load. There are terrycloth robes in the closet you can wear for now. I’ll be in my study. It’s just past the living room on the left. I have a few things to do in there.” Amanda started walking away, but then stopped to read a text from her phone. “Oh, Pari is on her way home now. Who knows, maybe you’ll get to eat earlier than I thought.”
Baby Sanne’s pout disappeared when she closed her lips around Mommy Leyna’s other nipple. She arched rhythmically into the palm that was still gently massaging her clitty at an easy deliberate pace. She had tried to speed up before but each time she had, the beautiful redhead had lifted her hand from her bump. [[Zula Bergeron.png on the right]] The second hand that was Mommy Zula no longer echoed the motion of the first. Rather it had somehow worked it’s way down to one of the leg holes of her nappy. She could feel the creeping caress of her fingers as they worked themselves into her crevice. Moments later, there was a squirt and then a cool wetness. The tactile probing slid up and down her crack, pushing a little firmer with each pass until it lit upon her deepness there.