by Moore, Tina
“Oh, I was beginning to think you couldn’t make it!” Sally exclaimed, jumping up from the circle and rushing to greet Jessie at the door. Jessie smiled. Sally was wearing her favorite dress, the green and white poke-a-dot one that showed her ample cleavage. Sally’s green eyes complimented the dress, and her long red hair made her look like a vision.
“Yeah sorry, I missed my bus,” Jessie replied, not exactly lying. Sally took Jessie’s hand and led her to the group, grabbing a cookie and pushing it into Jessie’s mouth before turning back to lead her to the circle. Jessie giggled as she took the cookie from her lips and bit down happy they were still warm. She found her seat and shifted uncomfortably as James’s cum squelched into her tender holes. Sally gave her a questioning look making her blush, and she quickly looked away, hoping to curb her curiosity.
The meeting ran like clockwork; she shared her thoughts about the recent comic book they were reviewing, the character development and the storyline. All the while aware Sally had hardly taken her eyes off her. As the meeting ended, Jessie waited until she was the last one still sitting in the circle. She didn’t want to run the risk of someone seeing the wet patch on the back of her skirt she could feel most definitely there. She got up as Sally walked someone to the door, grabbing her bag and trying to push it behind her to cover her skirt.
“What are you doing?” Sally asked startling Jessie; she hadn’t realized that Sally had been watching her from the door.
“Getting ready to go home?” Jessie replied, unsure of what the correct answer was. Sally locked the door and walked over to Jessie; she looked down at the bag she was pushing behind her and looked back up into Jessie’s eyes.
“Have you had an accident?” Sally asked, wondering what Jessie was doing. Sally had seen Jessie’s panties under her skirt during the meeting, as she was sitting directly opposite her and had noticed the evident change in color, indicating that she was wetter in some places than others.
“What no!” Jessie exclaimed taken aback. Sally thought for a moment before grabbing Jessie’s bag, making her gasp in shock and blush in shame. Sally reached around to Jessie’s bottom and gently patted her over her skirt.
“Well, whatever it is, I can’t let you leave like that. Let’s get you cleaned up,” she stated, taking Jessie’s hand and leading her out the back. Jessie knew James would be waiting for her. She knew that she was due home in 15 minutes. She was hoping whatever Sally had planned it wouldn’t take too long.
Sally opened the office door and put Jessie’s bag on the couch before leading her through another door. The room was dark, and Jessie held Sally’s hand tighter nervous about being surrounded by blackness.
“It’s OK Jessie, Sally is here, I’m going to take care of you,” Sally said in her warm southern voice. Jessie felt Sally push her down onto something soft and lay next to her. She felt Sally hold her in a way that James never had and she sighed contently albeit involuntarily when Sally began to stroke her forehead.
“I thought you might need some loving little one, I hadn’t realized you needed it so bad,” Sally said, getting up. Jessie quickly felt for her, grabbing her arm and pulling her back down.
“It’s OK; I’m just going to get you something. You’ll be alright here for a moment,” Sally explained reassuring. Sally waited until Jessie let go and got up. When Sally came back, she kissed Jessie’s cheeks before reaching under her skirt and pulling her panties down.
“I’m just going to wipe you, clean baby,” Sally stated, wiping a wet wipe over Jessie’s pussy before cleaning her thighs, arsehole, and bottom.
“What happened baby girl?” Sally said, taking off Jessie’s skirt; happy Jessie was so willing.
“James,” was all Jessie could say as Sally sat behind her and rocked her in her arms.
“He fucked me and came in my panties, making me wear them here if I wanted to come tonight, he wanted people to know I was his,” Jessie said as she began to cry. Sally was glad the room was pitch black, she wasn’t sure Jessie would have been so honest if she had been looking directly at her. Sally kept rocking Jessie, feeling a tear fall on her arm she reached up and stroked Jessie’s cheek.
“Are you his?” She asked seriously, hoping for an encouraging answer. Jessie shook her head, and Sally smiled victoriously as she enjoyed Jessie’s head, making her tits bounce.
“Would you like to be mine? I would treat you a lot better than he would. I bet even if you say no, he keeps going. If you ever said no to me we would stop immediately, and we’d cuddle, and I’d kiss forehead until you feel better,” Sally said, turning Jessie around and feeling for her hand. Sally placed Jessie’s hands on her breasts.
“I’ve seen you staring at them baby girl,” Sally revealed making Jessie gasp and blush.
“Would you like to taste them?” Sally asked.
“Um, I don’t know, isn’t that weird or like,” Jessie tried to say as Sally pulled down the top of her dress and ran her nipple over Jessie’s lips.
“Open your pretty mouth for Mommy Jessie,” Sally lovingly ordered. As Jessie gasped, Sally pushed her nipple into her mouth.
“Suck it baby girl,” Sally gently instructed, pulling Jessie onto her lap and began nursing her. Jessie sucked as she was ordered and quickly swallowed Sally’s milk as her mouth was made full.
“Good girl Jessie. Be a good baby for Mommy,” Sally cooed stroking Jessie’s arm and patting her bare bottom while she nursed. Sally took a soft blanket which was folded next to her and wrapped Jessie in it feeling her skin becoming cool. Jessie snuggled into Sally, holding her full breast and making Sally’s milk rush her mouth, softly cooing as she sucked.
“There’s my good girl,” Sally whispered bending down to kiss Jessie’s forehead, enjoying the feeling of her breast being relieved of its heaviness.
Suddenly, Jessie remembered the time and pulled away from Sally, breaking their embrace.
“I have to go, James will be mad I’m so late,” Jessie fearfully stated feeling around trying to find the exit. Sally put her breast back into her dress, only slightly annoyed the other one hadn’t been milked as well and took Jessie’s hand.
“Darling, you deserve better than him,” she stated as she handed Jessie her skirt back.
“Will you be OK without panties? Those are too dirty baby,” Sally asked lovingly.
“Yeah, it’ll be fine,” Jessie replied as she put her skirt back on. Sally led Jessie to the door, opening it and blinding both of them for a moment.
When Jessie’s eyes adjusted, she turned around to find Sally standing in the doorway of the room, they just exited. She looked past Sally and saw what looked like a baby playroom. There were blocks and toys in a toy box, soft pillows, and blankets where they had been laying and a double size adult cot. Jessie turned to look at Sally, who smiled and closed the door behind her.
“What was that?” Jessie asked innocently.
“Mommy’s playroom baby,” Sally replied honestly.
“I saw um, diapers and stuff,” Jessie said looked around the ground. Sally reached behind her and opened the door again.
“You would have, would you like a closer look?” She asked Jessie who began to blush. Jessie bit her lip, and her breathing became shallow as she just nodded.
“Say please baby,” Sally coaxed, not wanting to push Jessie too far but wanting her to submit.
“Please Mommy, can I look at your things,” Jessie replied, giving Sally more than she thought she’d get. Sally pushed the door open further, and Jessie walked past her, almost perplexed. Sally watched as she slowly made her way around the room, touching pillows and toys, running her fingers over a stack of diapers and looking at the collect of pacifiers.
“I use to love this book!” Jessie exclaimed. Sally smiled and walked over to where Jessie was standing.
“You probably still do,” she replied, taking the book and reading the cover. Jessie looked at her waiting to see what she would do next.
“You use to love thes
e too, and I bet just like this book you’d love them still,” Sally said, picking up a diaper and raising an eyebrow at Jessie who just blushed.
“I don’t know,” she said, looking down to her feet, seeing her bare pussy remembering she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Well how about this, let Mommy diaper you, and then you can sit in my lap while I read you this story?” Sally questioned. She looked down at Jessie, who was shifting from one foot to the next nervously.
“We don’t have to Jessie,” Sally began to say before she was cut off.
“No. I mean, yes, I mean,” Jessie stammered making Sally laugh.
“What do you mean little girl?” Sally chuckled.
“I want to try, I just haven’t done this before,” Jessie said, looking nervous.
“Then give Mommy your hand and come with me,” Sally replied lovingly as she took Jessie back to the pile of blankets and pillows in the middle of the room.
“Lay down sweetie,” Sally instructed as she gently lifted Jessie’s hips and slid the diaper underneath her. Jessie played with Sally’s hair as it tickled her face when she leaned across Jessie and reached for the powder. Sally sprinkled the powder over Jessie who began to suck her thumb.
“Aren’t you the sweetest,” Sally exclaimed securing the diaper firmly around Jessie’s waist. Sally sat back and patted her lap, and Jessie crawled to her and snuggled against Sally’s ample chest as she began to read the story.
Jessie had almost fallen asleep when she jolted upright and looked at Sally fearfully.
“It’s too late; I have to go,” she said, reaching down pulling off her diaper. Sally tried not to get upset by the sudden change in dynamic and put the story to the side and handed Jessie her skirt. Jessie looked at her skirt and then looked down at the diaper she had almost taken off longingly.
“You said you had to go?” Sally reminded Jessie who looked up, clearly unsure of which she preferred.
“What should I tell him?” Jessie asked. Sally smiled, I told you-you needed Mommy little one, she thought to herself taking Jessie’s hand and leading her to the front door.
“Tell him I kept you late because I needed help packing up and everyone else left before I had the chance to ask them,” Sally suggested. Jessie smiled, she liked that Sally was true to her word, that if Jessie wanted to stop, things stopped. She liked that Sally didn’t try to keep her or make her break up with James.
“Oh, I was thinking of telling him, that I’m leaving,” Jessie replied with a cheeky smile. Sally gasp and wrapped her womanly arms around Jessie, almost smothering her in love and affection.
“But can you please come with me. I’m a bit scared,” Jessie asked.
“Oh, of course, I am coming, Mommy is not letting you go near that monster without her,” Sally stated protectively. Jessie lunged forward and kissed Sally on the mouth, taking her by surprise. She smiled into the kiss and wrapped her arms around Jessie once again breaking the kiss to look at her in her eyes.
“There will be rules with me baby girl, I’ll give you all the loving you could ever need, but you’ve got to be a good baby for Mommy. I will give that little bottom of yours a spanking if you are naughty. Do you understand?” Sally explained sternly. Jessie nodded her head, which was followed very quickly by a, “Yes, Mommy.”
Jessie nervously knocked on the door and was startled by its almost immediate opening.
“Where the fuck,” James began to growl, stopping as he saw Sally. Sally saw Jessie change from her excited, bubbly playful little girl to an oppressed, neglected, and abused woman in an instant. She was happy she had come with Jessie, she needed her.
“Hi, I’m Sally. You must be James,” she stated, reaching out to shake his hand. James reluctantly shook her hand but was still blocking the entrance.
“I’m leaving you,” Jessie suddenly said in a whisper. James looked at her and then looked at Sally and back to Jessie.
“You’re what?” He aggressively stated. Jessie reached for Sally’s hand, who offered it to her instantly. She looked up at James, the man she had let use her for years and repeated what she had said, “I’m leaving you.” James lunged for her, but Sally stepped in and pushed him back, making him fall on his arse. Jessie was surprised by Sally’s strength and reached for her arms cuddling into them. Sally enveloped Jessie and turned her away from James so she couldn’t look at him.
“Make a scene, and I’ll call the cops,” Sally stated plainly.
“You can fuck off while I get her things,” she quickly added walking Jessie past him. She left Jessie in the hallway as she went back to James, who was still sitting dumbfounded on the floor. Sally grabbed him by the ear and threw him out of the house, shutting the door behind him. He thought about banging on the door but believe Sally when she had mentioned the police, so he just waited quietly outside.
“Come on, baby, show Mommy what’s yours,” Sally said, holding Jessie who had began to cry. Jessie walked into their bedroom and found her big travel bag. Sally went to the cupboard and took out Jessie’s clothes and neatly folded them, placing them in the bag. They took her toiletries and laptop, books and the homewares she had bought. When they had collected everything of Jessie’s, Sally turned around to find her standing naked behind her.
“You’re going to need some clothes, little baby,” Sally said admiring Jessie’s lithe little body.
“I know Mommy, but I don’t want to take these with me,” Jessie replied, pulling on a pair of baggy jeans and a cropped top. Sally looked at the bed where Jessie had left her cum soaked panties and skirt in a pile on top of James pillow.
“Good girl,” Sally said, walking over to kiss her forehead and take her hand.
James didn’t say a word as Sally opened the door and led Jessie away from him.
“I was worried he’d start up,” Jessie said sighing with relief as they hailed a taxi.
“No one messes with your Mommy,” Sally whispered to Jessie before she gently pushed her into the taxi, happy to be taking her baby girl home safe and sound.
Roadside Baby
I saw her standing there on the side of the road looking lost. My truck is so high set that I quite literally saw her coming a mile away. She was standing there, kicking up the dust and playing with a stone, kicking it around in her pink high top sneakers. The road is a long and lonely place, and this particular strip is known for having working girls, but something about her made her look out of place. It was the way she didn’t even bother looking at the trucks and cars that passed her, the way her denim overalls hung in an innocent way rather than a sluty one. As I drove closer to her, I saw she was holding a blue teddy bear by the ear, and I smiled at how pretty her blonde hair freely swaying in the hot breeze was.
“What are you doing here, baby?” I asked as I pulled up and pressed the window down. I must have startled her because she backed away but with nowhere to run on this barren, dusty stretch of road she didn’t go too far. When she didn’t reply, I opened my door and jumped down. She was surprised to see a woman driving that huge rig because her eyes sparkled in astonishment. She walked back over to where she had been previously standing and smiled down at her feet.
“I don’t know,” she replied softly. By the looks of her, she was no working girl. She couldn’t have been older than 22 by the fullness of her skin and the lack of lines around her eyes. She looked me up and down, taking in my ripped denim offcuts and white trucker singlet under my opened red flannel shirt. I’d rolled the sleeves up revealing the bottom half of my two fully tattooed sleeves and work boots.
“So, you don’t know why you’re here? Are you lost? Are you waiting for someone?” I asked, taking a hair tie and tying up my long blonde hair in a loose ponytail. She turned to look up the never-ending stretch of road.
“I come from the town up there, but I’m never going back,” she said, looking at me. I was at a loss as what to do. I knew what I wanted to do, but even though she held her teddy bear, I wasn’t sure if it wer
e something she’d want to do. I’ll admit, I had made a couple of working girls my babies over the years on long nights when I was lonely. The easiest money they’d probably ever made, but I couldn’t just pay this cutie to call me Mommy and then kick her back out onto the street. For one thing, she didn’t belong there.
“Well, I’m headed down that way. I’ve got a 74-hour trip I’ll be making if you want to come with me. No funny business I swear,” I said, making her giggle.
“I don’t have much money, but you can have what I’ve got if you take me,” she replied. Oh, I wanted to take her more than she knew, take her out the back of my cab and rub my nipple over her pretty lips and feel her tonguing them as I rocked her. I composed myself long enough to reply promptly, stating, “No, you keep your money. I’m not about to take money from a baby.” She laughed and thanked me as I helped her into my truck. I put her backpack with everything she owned in my cab and jumped into the front seat, turning up the song on the radio and pulled out back onto the road.
We had driven in silence for about half a mile before she spoke. She’d been looking out the window and taking glances at me. I pretended not to notice; I could tell she was worried I’d try something with her.
“I like your nails,” she said softly. I looked at my newly French manicure and smiled.
“Thanks, baby. Maybe we can find a nice place to get yours done,” I replied, making her sigh contently closing her eyes.
She hugged her teddy as the truck rolled on and was soon asleep. The rocking of the truck can do that to you, especially if you’re not the one driving it. I pulled into a truck stop as the night began to get late and got out, making sure not to wake her. I’d learned her name was Becky and that she was 22. She was the youngest of 7, and her parents had been violent, abusive drunks. I’d found her after her father had kicked her out of the house because she wouldn’t give him money to buy drugs. Meth was their new drug of choice.