Demi Hawks Gets A Taste Of Her Babysitter Queenie Sateen

The sultry sun hung low in the sky, its warm rays casting a golden glow over the picturesque neighborhood. It was a day like any other, except for the pulse of sexual tension that hummed through the very air itself, hinting at the naughty secrets about to unfold.

Demi Hawks, a petite blonde bombshell, was lounging by her pool, soaking up the sun in a skimpy yellow bikini that left little to the imagination. Her perky tits threatened to spill out of the top, while her plump, juicy ass cheeks were barely contained by the tiny bottoms. Demi’s nipples were painfully erect, poking through the thin fabric, a telling sign of the dirty thoughts churning in her mind.

As she lay there, leisurely tracing circles around her own erect nipples, her thoughts wandered to her recent babysitter, the voluptuous and sinfully seductive Queenie Sateen. Queenie, a tall, curvy brunette with a heart-shaped ass and huge, pendulous tits that bounced enticingly with every step, had been tending to Demi’s son. However, Demi suspected there was more to Queenie’s visits than mere babysitting.

Demi shifted restlessly on her pool lounger, feeling a familiar throb building between her legs as she remembered the previous day. She and Queenie had been alone in the house, and Demi had taken the chance to sneak up on her. As she approached the kitchen, she heard undeniable noises of pleasure. Peeking around the corner, Demi was shocked to see Queenie rubbing her massive, bare tits, pinching her erect nipples while stuffing her face with Demi’s son’s favorite cupcakes.

“Mmmm, so sweet,” Queenie purred, licking frosting off her thick, pouty lips, “in more ways than one.” She sighed, shuddering slightly as she continued to grope herself.

Demi stood frozen, her pussy clenching with need at the erotic sight. Suddenly Queenie’s eyes snapped open, locking with Demi’s. Immediately, Queenie smiled, not the least bit ashamed at being caught pleasuring herself.

“Oops, did I surprise you?” Queenie giggled, her voice a seductive purr. She rose from her seat, giving Demi an eyeful of her massive rack aching to rip through her tight, low-cut top.

Demi gulped audibly, then stammered, “I, um, I was about to make lunch.” She tried to keep her eyes from straying to Queenie’s exposed skin, but failed miserably.

Queenie smirked knowingly, slowly walking around the kitchen island, her hips swaying sensually. “That’s so considerate of you, dear,” she purred, trailing a finger along the granite top.

“I think you deserve a little reward for being such a good mommy,” Queenie cooed, “especially since you’ve been so accommodating about allowing me to pleasure myself while taking care of your cute little prince.”

With that, she grabbed Demi’s hand, pulling her close. Demi could feel the soft curves of Queenie’s luscious body pressed against her own. Queenie leaned in, her ample breasts pushing against Demi’s, and captured Demi’s lips in a searing, passionate kiss. Demi moaned into Queenie’s mouth, instantly melting at the taste of frosting, whisky, and pure unbridled lust.

Their tongues danced and battled for dominance as Queenie’s hands roamed Demi’s body, squeezing and fondling every dip and curve. Demi let out a surprised squeal as Queenie suddenly spun her around, bending her over the kitchen counter.

“Let’s see what you’re hiding under those cute little swim shorts,” Queenie growled, pulling the fabric aside. Her eyes gleamed wickedly at the sight of Demi’s bald, glistening pussy.

“My my, someone’s gotten nice and wet just from getting caught in her own kitchen,” Queenie observed, running a manicured finger along Demi’s slit. “I thought so.”

Demi could only whimper and nod, her hips bucking against Queenie’s invading digits. Two thick fingers pumped into her needy cunt as Queenie fondled her own tits with her other hand. “P-please, Queenie, don’t stop. I need it,” Demi begged desperately, lost in a haze of lust.

Queenie grinned, pressing a button on a remote control she had in her pocket. Suddenly, the sound of her riding unicorn vibrator filled the room. “Instead of lunch, let’s have a snack.”

She withdrew her fingers, replacing them with the massive, bright pink, textured vibrator. “This will keep you nice and satisfied until I get back to finish the job.”

Queanie made sure to watch as Demi thrummed with the pleasure of the device and continued to use her own fingers on her most intimate parts. The image of that will forever be etched into her memories. Satisfied, she left the kitchen and went to take care of her prince before her royal mommy came out from her lustful haze and noticed her absence.

And that was only a small taste of what Demi and Queenie got up to. Imagine the rest as the bond between them grows; more than just simple maid/maid tastings. In time they will explore more of each other and maybe even bring some toys. Demi’s son will grow until she can finally introduce Queenie to him properly, if she doesn’t keep her for herself instead.