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The Sitter	By : Jayrich Category: +1 through F > Fairly OddParents Views: 12097 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The Sitter

This was not was Trixie Tang had pictured.

She had been waiting for this day all her life, the day that her father would finally take an extended business trip, leaving her at home…alone. In his line of work, it was a requirement for him to travel to different cities for conferences, though he would always inexplicably be passed over…but not today. Today he was needed for a meeting in Amity Park, and Mr. Tang’s loving daughter expected to wish her father off before throwing one of the largest parties in the history of Dimmsdale; inviting only the popular kids of course. However, what Trixie received was a rude awakening.

“You’ll never believe it, honey…” Her father said elatedly. “At the last minute I was able to get Dimmsdale’s Best Babysitter, even though she charged double. So you won’t have to spend the weekend alone! Trixie, meet Vicky!”

At the very moment her name was spoken, lightning and thunder crashed under dark clouds outside of the window, and Trixie could’ve sworn she heard the sound of dramatic organ music accompanying it. It didn’t matter though, as the sight of the red-headed, sinister young woman in a green baby-T and tight black jeans walking in carrying a black bag more than ruined Trixie’s weekend.
“Whatever, Daddy…” She scoffed.

“That’s my girl!” He replied, oblivious to his daughter’s disinterest as he rushed out the door. “Now be good!”

The door slammed shut behind him as Trixie rolled her eyes, looking off her guardian for the next few days. She knew of the young woman, catching sights of her picking up Timmy Turner from school, which were usually accompanied by horrified screams and/or violent reactions by him. But still, this was nothing that concerned her at all.

“Ground rules.” She stated, not bothering to turn her gaze to the babysitter. “Don’t touch my stuff, don’t go in my room, and don’t even think about eating my yogurt in the fridge! I’m going out, be back in the morning, don’t wait up.”

With her guidelines laid out, she made a beeline towards her bedroom for a quick change of wardrobe, until she was halted by a surprisingly strong grip on her shoulder. She was then sent flying through the air, onto the plush white couch in her living room with remarkable ease. With a gasp of shock she turned her gaze up to her babysitter, who was not pleased with her rules.

“What we have here is a failure to communicate.” Vicky began. “So allow me to explain…I’M THE BOSS HERE!!!”

Her voice rattled the entire living room, something Trixie didn’t expect. “Now listen up little miss beauty queen, I left a steady gig with a stupid family across town because your Dad was willing to pay triple my rate. That means for the whole weekend, you’re MY property!”

“Excuse me!?” Trixie was not about to put up with that. “Maybe the other kids you ‘baby-sit’ are intimidated by you, but not me. Trixie Tang doesn’t take orders from anyone, especially not someone with bad taste in fashion!”

Rising up off the couch in a huff, she marched forward passed her captor, until Vicky grabbed her shoulder again.

“Did I say you could leave, twerp!?”

Annoyed with being halted again, the popular girl responded by grabbing the babysitter’s wrist & arm, and flipping her over onto her back in an impressive display of Judo. “You do NOT want to escalate, sister!”

Shaken up by the throw, Vicky quickly shook it off and rose into a pounce position, grinning evilly and baring her claws. “Let’s see what you got, kitten…”

And like a lioness in the jungle she lunged forward, landing on top of Trixie. The two wrestled across the floor, rolling around, jockeying for the dominant position. Hair was pulled, makeup was smudged and fingernails were broken as neither relented with their attack. Eventually though, Vicky’s size & strength would prove to aid her as she rose back to her feet with Trixie in a rear-chin lock. The raven-haired beauty struggled to break free, but Vicky’s grip proved almost unbreakable. It was in this struggle that babysitter’s hand brushed against Trixie’s chest. And even through her pink sweater, she could feel two developments that informed her about a change in Trixie’s attitude.

“Wait a minute…” She said, her devious grin emerging again. “You’re turned on by this, aren’t you?”

Trixie continued to fight for freedom. “GRRRHHNN! I don’t know…what you’re talking about! AAAAHHHH!!!”

That yelp was elicited from the suddenly sensation of fingers pinching one of her erect nipples. “Sorry toots, but these don’t lie.” Suddenly, Trixie felt herself hurled backwards again, coming to a sudden stop thanks to the adjacent wall. She wasn’t given a moment of breath though, as her fiery-haired jailer was right on top of her.

“So, Ms. Popular likes to have things rough, huh?” As she spoke, she slowly slid her hand under Trixie’s skirt, and into her cloth panties. “Let’s see how rough you can take it…”

This was beyond embarrassing for Trixie now. Not only did she lose the fight, something she loathed having to resort to, but now she was being violated by this woman who her father brought into her home. She could feel the babysitter’s digits rubbing against her freshly-shaven womanhood, teasing mercilessly as they brushed across her pussy lips several times. Vicky adored watching the young girl’s face, and how she fought to keep from showing any sign of her arousal. But the flushness in her cheeks was a dead giveaway.

Tired of teasing, Vicky ramped it up to the next level, sliding her middle finger between the divide and into Trixie’s snatch.

“AHH…”

“HA! Such a lightweight!” Vicky mocked.

Trixie had now clamped down on her bottom lip as her captor’s finger slid slowly in & out of her snatch, bringing about moistness that she could feel almost instantly. It gave Vicky a sense of arousal knowing that her newest client was now in the palm of her hand, literally. So much so that she added her ring finger to the fun, as Trixie now felt both digits penetrating her; in and out.

“Not so tough now, are you?” Vicky taunted. “But I’ll give it to ya; you did put up a fight. Maybe I should reward you.”

And the red-haired tormentor applied her reward in the form of a passionate kiss which took the breath of the young Tang. Their mouths almost melded together as their tongues dueled in between. At first Trixie fought from it, but now she found herself longing for her babysitter’s crimson lips, and the feel of her tongue. It was enough to mask the orgasm she was just brought to, as her body quivered from the climax Vicky’s fingers brought her to.

The Babysitter slowly pulled her lips away as she noticed her hand was nearly drenched with Trixie’s love juices, and grinned. “You know, you’re not bad with your tongue, kid. But let’s see what else it can do…”

Before Trixie could question what she meant, she quickly found out as Vicky unzipped her black jeans and pulled them down to her knees. Her black lace panties followed next, and soon, the crush of a certain pink-hatted lad was up close & personal with his worst enemy’s moist pussy.

“Get down!” Vicky demanded, putting her hand on her shoulder and forcing the raven-haired girl to her knees. She didn’t have to be instructed on what to do next, as she slowly leaned forward and pressed her lips her captor’s snatch. Her hands clasped the red-head’s buttocks tightly, keeping her close as her mouth & tongue went to work. It wasn’t before long until Vicky’s body was the one to tremble from so much pleasure.

“Damn…you are talented with that tongue…”

Trixie responded with a loving moan as her tongue ran across her pussy lips and up to her clit. It was so good that Vickie could barely stay upright. Not wanting it to stop, she put her hands behind Trixie’s head, locking the raven-haired girl between her legs. The roughness didn’t deter her though, as she continued to provide oral pleasure, writhing her tongue wildly inside of Vicky’s fur-trimmed pussy with reckless abandon. Within moments she found herself on the shores of climax.

“OH GOD, YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!”

The orgasm was one of the biggest Vicky had ever experienced, as she gushed into the mouth of her captive thrice, before finally collapsing to the ground, unable to stand. Surprisingly, as she looked up, she witnessed Trixie Tang swallow the love juice she had supplied, before wiping her mouth. She then rose to her feet, and grinned confidently.

“That’s all you got?” She said mockingly. “My friend Veronica could last longer riding my tongue. Guess you just can’t compete with young women anymore. Now if you’ll excuse me…”

She turned to make her triumphant exit with her head held high, but Vicky’s hand grasped her ankle, halting her once more.

“You think I’m done?” She asked with genuine disbelief. “That was foreplay! If you wanna take me out, you gotta do a LOT better!”

As Trixie looked down, she noticed her babysitter rubbing her glistening snatch; fingering herself, signaling she was ready for more. She had an idea of what she wanted, and Trixie Tang never backed down from a challenge. Grabbing her cotton panties, she slid them down to her ankles and stepped out of them, ready to oblige. She then aligned herself in a seated position in front of Vicky, more than ready. The red-headed terror responded by grabbing Trixie’s ankle and lifting it in the air, slightly above her shoulder. She then pulled her closer, and began to grind her pussy against Trixie’s, a tactic that the popular girl returned in kind.

“Think you can hold out, beauty queen?” She taunted.

Trixie was beginning to feel it, but not enough to submit. “I can go all night. Can you?”

Vicky was actually flattered over her newest captive’s defiance. Her energy was definitely something to be admired, as it was formidable. But her willpower would not let her quit, nor would it make her relent as she kept up her pace. Trixie was more than able to match it though, and wrapped her arm around Vicky’s ankle to ensure she’d stay in that position. Both of their bodies were drenched in sweat, their panting filling up the room as they continued to rub against each other, their pussies soaking wet from the friction. There were worn looks on each of their faces, but it was Vicky who had more to hide. Her willpower was starting to wear, the sensation of grinding her snatch against someone who had so much fight in them was enough to nearly make her cum. Luckily for her, she wasn’t above taking any advantage she could get.

Reaching out with her free arm, she began to play with Trixie’s breasts; more specifically, tweaking and flicking her nipples as she had done earlier.

“AAHH! You…you can’t do that…” Trixie protested.

It was then that she noticed the demented grin on her babysitter’s face. “Newsflash…twerp.” She replied. “I can do…what I WANT!!!”

She had her right where she wanted her. That moment of weakness caused Trixie to loosen her hold on her ankle, which allowed Vicky to break free and take a more dominant position. Lifting her captive’s leg straight into the air, she pinned her down with her free hand and began a circular grind, using their collective juices to amp up sensation. Trixie couldn’t fight back; there was no way she could take the advantage as she could do nothing but lie back and enjoy. And as much as she wouldn’t admit it, she did enjoy it, and Vicky knew it.

“You should know…I’m experienced, kitten.” She told her. “Pretty little know-it-alls like you…LOVE being dominated. Look at you…you’re ready to cum right now…aren’t you? I’ll tell you what…say my name and I’ll let you.”

Trixie grew tight-lipped over that demand, but those lips began to loosen as Vicky slowed down her pace. “I said SAY MY NAME, beauty queen!”

She gritted her teeth, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. But the red-haired tormentor would not be denied. “SCREAM MY NAME!!!”

“Oh…Oh VICKY!!!”

It was music to her ears, and enough to speed up her grinding, to the point where within moments, Trixie was cumming as hard as she ever had before; screaming at the top of her lungs over the waves of pleasure that crashed into her. Vicky also spilled her love juices out onto Trixie’s thighs and the floor, as she leaned back to catch her breath. She looked down at the girl she was hired to baby-sit as if she were a wild bucking bronco that was just broken. Her body was still trembling as her perky breasts heaved up & down, bringing in needed oxygen. She had potential.

Wearily rising up to her feet, Vicky walked over to the black bag she had brought along with her and went inside, as Trixie looked on. “What…are you doing?”

“Just getting some of my special equipment.” Vicky replied as she walked back over to the fallen hottie, carrying a double-dildo and a camcorder.

“OK, I get the dildo…but why the camera?” Trixie asked.

Vicky’s sinister grin returned to her face as she answered. “This is just for one of my other clients, the next time I see him…”
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