Bound Co-Eds

By J.M. Christopher

An erotic collection of stories involving some BDSM with some coeds. The stories in this collection include: Babysitter Slave, Professor's Slave, Bound Babysitter and Love and Bondage.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.M. Christopher
• Release date: Jan 5, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370937424

J.M. Christopher

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Bound Co-Eds

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J.M. Christopher

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First edition ©2016

Electronic edition ©2016

Published in the United States of America

Copyright 2016 by J.M. Christopher at E-Spice Productions

Published in the United States of America

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Table of Contents

Babysitter Slave

Professor’s Slave

Daddy’s Slave

Bound Babysitter

Love and Bondage

Babysitter Slave

It all happened so quickly. I couldn’t have stopped it even if I had wanted to. I suppose I’d always had an attraction to him—maybe it was the southern accent. But I never in a million years would have imagined I’d be lying naked in his bed, taking his cock up my ass.

I’d been babysitting for him and his wife. I’d been doing it for years, and I have to admit, there was always a little flirting going on between us. There was definitely an attraction there. He was only ten years older than me, and I had only just turned eighteen a few weeks before—maybe that’s what changed. The fact that I was legal now, he felt he could pursue me.

The night was a blur to me. I’d been watching their son, like normal. He was only five, and I put him to bed around eight, so I had the place to myself for a couple hours before they came home. So, I just lounged on the couch and watched TV.

I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I know, the door opened and I heard them giggling as they came in. I groggily sat up and greeted them. They both stopped their giggling and looked at me. Both of them had a serious expression on their faces.

I think you’re right, honey, she said, obviously continuing a conversation they’d been having earlier. I think she’s perfect.

The way she said it, made me a little uncomfortable. The way the two of them were staring at me, like hungry vultures, wasn’t helping put me at ease.

Then I noticed where the two of them were staring. The skirt I’d been wearing had ridden all the way up my hips while I was sleeping and legs and lacy blue panties were on display for them to see. I grabbed the hem of the skirt to smooth it down even as I felt my cheeks burn red with embarrassment.

No, he commanded. Leave it.

My hands froze, torn between the desire to cover myself up and the want to obey what he was telling me.

Leave us, he commanded his wife.

She looked at me again, then kissed her husband passionately, grabbing his crotch through his pants as she did. He, in turn, groped her breast through her dress while they made out. They’d always shown each other affection in front of me before, but what they were doing right now was beyond anything I’d ever seen from them before. Something had changed, and apparently it had something to do with me.

Without a word, his wife left the room, leaving me sitting on the couch, embarrassed with my skirt still up and my panties exposed.

You look lovely, he told me as he took a step toward the couch. You should never worry about covering yourself in front of me.

But… I began.

No, he interrupted. Don’t speak. Listen. I know you find me attractive. You don’t make it a secret.

I started to shake my head to disagree with him, but he simply continued.

I find you attractive too. Your hair. Your face. Your breasts. Your ass. All perfect.

Another blush of embarrassment showed in my cheeks, and this time I had to look away from him. My eyes, however, looked straight down at my crotch, and the small damp spot that had started to form on my panties.

He sat on the couch next to me, and put his hand on my thigh. I could have told him to take it off, but his skin was so warm, it felt nice having it there. Tingles went up my leg and through my chest, and I could feel my heart beat just a little faster at his touch.

I am going to fuck you, he said so matter-of-factly, I wasn’t really sure I’d heard him right. But as he continued speaking his fingers lightly tickled my thigh, rising higher and higher toward my private area. You are going to love it. You aren’t going to believe how good it is going to be. I know how to treat a woman, just as I’m sure you know how to treat a man.

I still didn’t look at him. My eyes remained fixed on the crotch of my panties as his fingers got closer and closer. The wet spot on my panties was growing larger the more he touched me.

I made no attempt to stop him. What he was doing felt glorious. No matter how good it felt though, in the back of my mind I knew it was wrong. I don’t know, I whispered. Your wife…

Knows all about it, he finished. I told her what my plans were on our date tonight. She’s only upset because she isn’t going to get any of me tonight.

It didn’t make sense to me. I’d always thought that when you were married, you were with that person, and only that person, forever. That was the way it was supposed to be, wasn’t it? So why then would he be coming on to me, with his wife in the next room? And why would she be okay with him doing this?

The other question was, why wasn’t I stopping him? All I needed to do was grab his hand and push him away. Yet, I was letting him feel up my thigh, and tickle my skin, and make me feel—God, it felt amazing.

His fingers brushed the bottom lace edge of my panties. He did this a couple of times, as if he was feeling the waters and seeing if I would complain. I didn’t.

So, he simply said, Spread your legs.

As if of their own volition, my thighs parted, and slowly opened wide like the castle gates opening to give entry to the invading army. His fingers wasted no time and were soon on my pussy, rubbing my slit through my panties and spreading my wetness.

It came on so suddenly that I really couldn’t stop it. I didn’t want him to know how much I was enjoying this, and yet