Lesbian Billionaire

by Olivia Hampshire

  As it got later, the television programming became increasingly risqué. Kimmy was getting a bit bored. She didn’t have time for a boyfriend, and to be honest she would be too ashamed to let anyone get close enough to see what a shambles her life was in. Feeling curious, Kimmy quietly opened the drawer of the bedside dresser and began to snoop around. She found a small one-hitter packed with some burnt weed, and a hot pink handheld vibrator among the thin paperback novels and crossword puzzle books in the drawer. There was a candle on the bedside, and Kimmy lit it before taking a quick puff from the one hitter. She really wasn’t into drugs at all, but it was a Friday night and she was an eighteen-year-old girl, after all. As the marijuana began to transport Kimmy to a comfortable, relaxed state, she unbuttoned her pants and turned on the vibrator. She rubbed it on her clit over her underwear, enjoying the feeling. Before long, Kimmy had fallen asleep with her pants down, the vibrator humming on the bed.

  “Oh my,” Kimmy heard Mrs. Nash say. She rubbed her eyes and came to. She realized she had passed out from the hit of weed and she was half-dressed on Mrs. Nash’s bed. The candle had nearly burned down to the wick, and baby Sam was crying gently from the other room.

  “I’m so sorry,” Kimmy apologized, jumping up off the bed to go get a bottle for baby Sam. There was really no way to hide what had happened, the evidence was all around her. Kimmy meekly turned off the vibrator, and went to go make a bottle.

  “After you take care of the baby, come back to my bedroom. I want to talk to you about what happened,” Mrs. Nash told Kimmy. Kimmy agreed and scurried out of the room.

  When baby Sam was happily back asleep, Kimmy returned to the master bedroom. She found Mrs. Nash spread out on the bed in a see-through negligee. Mrs. Nash has a great body. With all that money, Kimmy wasn’t sure if it was the product of an excellent personal trainer or a skilled surgeon, but whatever the case she looked awesome for being the mother of an eight-month-old baby. Her body was tan and her pussy was hairless.

  “I’m glad you back,” Mrs. Nash told Kimmy, waving the pink vibrator in the air. “You seem like you are in need of a little assistance yourself, honey. Poor girl, spending all your weekends babysitting. You must be feeling a little sexually frustrated. I know I am!”

  Mrs. Nash began masturbating herself with the vibrator while Kimmy watched with big eyes.

  “Why don’t you come here and help me with this?” Mrs. Nash asked. “I’ll throw in a $60 bonus if you get me off.”

  Kimmy was not exactly sure how she felt about older married women, but the sixty dollars was something she just couldn’t say no to.

  Mrs. Nash flipped on some porn, and Kimmy went to work with the vibrator. She pumped it in and out of Mrs. Nash’s waxed pussy, getting her hands covered in a clear, sticky cum as the vibrator worked its magic. Mrs. Nash was cooing in pleasure and moving her hips in motion with Kimmy’s thrusts.

  “Mmm, I’m soo horny,” she told Kimmy, fondling her big tits, which were a bit saggy from carrying milk. Her nipples were long and stretched out, and Mrs. Nash put one of them in her mouth and began sucking on her own tits as Kimmy fucked her with the vibrator. “Stick a finger in my ass,” she instructed Kimmy. Kimmy grimaced a little. She wasn’t super excited about getting poop on her hands, she got enough of that when she was changing diapers on her babysitting jobs. Mrs. Nash saw Kimmy’s nose wrinkle up, and she told her she would give her a hundred bucks, and to hurry up because she was going to cum soon.

  Kimmy complied. She had one hand on the vibrator, and she stuck one of the fingers from her other hand deep into Mrs. Nash’s pink asshole. Mrs. Nash screamed in approval, and as Kimmy pumped both holes she felt Mrs. Nash beginning to orgasm. Her pussy was clenching and unclenching like crazy, and a thick cum began to drip out of her bare pussy.

  “That was great,” Mrs. Nash told Kimmy, composing herself. Why don’t you wash up and wash this vibrator off for me, and I will get dressed and drive you home.

  While she was in the bathroom, Kimmy smelled her hands. One reeked of pussy, and the other had a slightly sour shit smell. Kimmy gave the pussy juice a quick lick – it was sweet and tangy – and then she washed both hands and cleaned the vibrator and toweled it dry. Mrs. Nash was dressed and ready to go when she returned to the bedroom. Baby Sam was fast asleep, but Mrs. Nash turned on a video surveillance baby monitor for the short drive back to Kimmy’s house.

  During the drive home, Mrs. Nash tried to get Kimmy to open up a little bit.

  “You sure do a lot of babysitting,” Mrs. Nash told Kimmy, “but you don’t spend it on clothes or haircuts or getting your nails done or anything like that.”

  This was true. Kimmy’s brown hair was long but disheveled. She had chipped polish on her nails, and her clothing was clearly worn and tight on her small frame. She had been wearing the same pair of blue jeans for over two years now, and they were covered in patches and holes. She typically wore tee-shirts that advertised her favorite bands from middle school, and did not have enough room for the breasts she had sprouted in the years since then.

  “I’m not sure where all the money is going, but you seem like you are having a hard time,” Mrs. Nash said with concern. “If you don’t mind, would you talk to me and tell me what is going on? Maybe I can help you.”

  Kimmy opened up, and she told Mrs. Nash a lot. She explained how she was secretly saving all of her money so she could move out of her mom’s house and go to college. She did not tell Mrs. Nash that her mom was a broken drunk, but she did mention that since the divorce her mom had fallen on hard times and was not dealing with things very well. Since Kimmy did not want her mom to know she was working or had extra money, she didn’t spend any of it on new clothes or getting herself pampered. It would be a dead give away.

  “Hmmm,” Mrs. Nash looked at her with perplexed concern. “Well, there may be some things that I can do to help you, but it would require a lot of work on your part.”

  Kimmy was anxious to hear what Mrs. Nash had to say.

  Mrs. Nash suggested that Kimmy become a live-in au pair. Since Mrs. Nash’s husband was never home, Kimmy could easily move into the house and live in one of the guest bedrooms. She would be Mrs. Nash’s companion, and she could make a lot of money for college working as an au pair. Mrs. Nash also told Kimmy that she knew a lot of horny housewives just like herself. In fact, the world of the wealthy housewife was actually lonely and full of sexual yearning. Husbands travelled all of the time, and when they weren’t travelling they were busy with work. The men had enough money to afford escorts and they always seemed to be ogling younger women. They hired hot secretaries to manage their time and probably their dicks, because, Mrs. Nash told Kimmy, whenever Mr. Nash was at home, he had a real hard time getting it up. Mrs. Nash was pretty sure that her husband was busting tons of nuts all over the globe, and meanwhile she was getting nothing.

  “I think that if you continue your babysitting business, but add a little ‘nightcap’ service, you could really make money fast. You will be on your way to college in no time, and you will have lots of money to live comfortably. The only thing is, we will need to clean you up a little bit. So why don’t we invest tonight’s babysitting money in a spa and shopping day and get you looking like the pretty young thing you are?” Mrs. Nash asked her.

  Kimmy agreed, and they decided to meet up at the mall the next day for a mani-pedi, some new duds, and a haircut.

  When Kimmy went inside her house, she found her mom passed out on the kitchen table, drool dripping out of her mouth. Kimmy quietly cleaned up the messy kitchen, put a blanket over her mother’s shoulders, and went to bed. She didn’t know how she was going to break the news to her mom that she was going to be a live-in au pair. She decided it was probably best to just “run away.” She would tell her mom she was going to the mall and never come home. She was eighteen years old, so she was an adult. What could her mom really do, anyway?

  Fucking the Neighborhood Housewives

  At the mall, Kimmy pi
cked out some nice peasant-style dresses that flattered her thin figure, and she got two pairs of matching strappy leather sandals. She picked out a deep purple for her manicure and pedicure, and she had her hair combed, trimmed, and blown out nicely. She looked great when all was said and done. She had little need for makeup with her natural beauty and her youth, but Mrs. Nash helped her pick out a nice foundation and powder, and sheer pink lip gloss, and a bottle of mascara.

  “You look like a dream!” Mrs. Nash exclaimed, giving the girl a peck on the cheek.

  Kimmy really enjoyed her life as an au pair. To her surprise, for the first three days she did not even get a call or text from her mother. The drunken Tabitha either had not noticed or simply did not care that her daughter was gone. When her mom finally did call, Kimmy told her that she was staying with a friend for a while, and asked to be left alone. Kimmy really enjoyed taking care of baby Sam full time, and she was making great money. She and Mrs. Nash agreed that she would take on no more than two babysitting jobs a week, so that she could devote most of her time to taking care of baby Sam.

  On her jobs, Kimmy found that the housewives were hornier than she could have ever imagined. They all went gaga for Kimmy’s services. Most of them were in great shape for being mothers, and neglected wives. They spent most of their money on beauty treatments and clothes, so it was far from being a horrible job. The whole Brazilian wax thing seemed to be the most popular thing amongst the well-to-do women of Kimmy’s home town, and she spent a lot of time licking bare pussy. Kimmy wondered what the woman would think if they saw her own natural, hairy pussy. They would probably pass out!

  Kimmy got a hundred-dollar babysitting bonus for eating out a housewife, and an extra sixty bucks if she did anal play. The housewives weren’t supposed to touch Kimmy, she spent all of her time servicing them. Most came in a matter of minutes, they had so much pent up sexual energy! Kimmy honestly started to feel a bit bad for them, and she was starting to understand how hard it must have been for her mother, who was not so wealthy but had still worked hard to raise her daughter before being abandoned. That was one thing all the women seemed to have in common, they were abandoned and neglected by their spouses. Discarded like garbage. Kimmy made them feel good again, made them feel loved and cared for for a few moments out of the day.

  The relationship with Mrs. Nash was growing as well. Kimmy was becoming the older daughter that Mrs. Nash had never had, and she really doted on Kimmy. Kimmy’s services quickly turned into love making, and Mrs. Nash did not laugh or pass out when she saw Kimmy’s hairy pussy (although she did get the occasional hair stuck in her teeth). Kimmy’s favorite activity was taking bubble baths with her new mommy. Mrs. Nash would massage her slight body and massage her titties in the hot water, working out all of the stress that Kimmy had built up over the years since her father had abandoned her. The two would make out, Mrs. Nash was instructing Kimmy in the art of kissing.

  “One day, you will have to figure out how to give blowjobs and things like that,” Mrs. Nash told Kimmy, “but for now just enjoy not having to deal with a man and all his demands.”

  Kimmy agreed and she sure did enjoy. Her pussy was fresh and young and clean, and Mrs. Nash loved to eat Kimmy out and taste her delicious juices. They were sweet as dew without a hint of sourness. And her juices were always copious and flowing.

  For the first time in Kimmy’s life, things seemed to be going well. Kimmy felt safe and protected, and well-cared for. She had wonderful meals at Mrs. Nash’s house, and although Mrs. Nash was not against the occasional toke or glass of wine, she never took her drug use to excess. She was always composed and well-mannered. Only Kimmy knew the deep pain and loneliness that Mrs. Nash held on the inside.

  Unfortunately, Kimmy’s mother was becoming more and more insistent on seeing Kimmy as the week’s passed. Kimmy was scared to see her mother, but she was having an increasingly hard time warding her off. She was starting to get calls from a local police officer, her mom had blown him a few times to get out of drinking related charges, and she was using him to try to intimidate Kimmy. Mrs. Nash reassured Kimmy that at eighteen years old she wasn’t in violation of any laws, but things were getting increasingly uncomfortable.

  Finally, Mrs. Nash suggested that Kimmy invite her mother over for a dinner so they could confront her together. Kimmy had saved up enough money that she was going to be able to afford to move to another state soon, and she could escape from all this nonsense.

  Kimmy agreed, and the two waited together for the big day. Mrs. Nash snuggled Kimmy close at night, but Kimmy was still anxious and had bad dreams.

  Dangerously Intoxicated,

  Finally, it was the big night. Kimmy and Mrs. Nash were prepared for dinner with Tabitha. There were Cornish game hen cooking in the oven, and baby Sam was dressed in a nice jumper, enjoying some butternut squash from her high chair. Kimmy was visibly nervous, and Tabitha kept giving her little squeezes on her shoulder to try to calm her down.

  The doorbell rang, and Mrs. Nash went to answer it.

  Before her was Tabitha. She had an odor of hard liquor, and she looked disheveled despite the fact that she had obviously put effort into getting ready and looking nice. Her eyeliner looked like it had been put on with shaky hands, and there were big dark circles under her eyes. Her hair looked greasy and unkempt, and it was swept up into a messy bun. There were several small stains on her smock dress, and her pantyhose had runs in it. Tabitha extended a hand to shake, and Mrs. Nash felt how weak and quivering her arms were when she took it.

  Mrs. Nash led Tabitha inside. Tabitha’s eyes were goggling at all of the opulence around her, and when she saw Kimmy she gasped harshly. She had never seen Kimmy looking so clean and pretty, with her fingers manicured and her hair well-kempt. Tabitha wanted to scream something nasty at her daughter, but she bit her tongue for the time being so she could collect more information on what was happening.

  The three of them sat down for dinner, baby Sam looking on and cooing and making funny baby sounds. Tabitha had no idea what a Cornish game hen even was or how to eat it, so she watched what Kimmy and Mrs. Nash were doing through slitted eyes and followed along.

  Mrs. Nash explained in a pleasant tone how she had been having so much trouble taking care of baby Sam all by herself. She had run into Kimmy at the mall, she lied, and the two had gotten to talking. When Mrs. Nash realized that Kimmy had finished high school and did not have a job, she had offered Kimmy a position of live-in au pair. She told Tabitha how great things had been working out so far, and apologized for not letting Tabitha know what was going on sooner. She flashed a big, bright smile.

  Tabitha grumbled and took a long swig of her fourth glass of wine. She was becoming dangerously intoxicated, and she was about to lose her cool.

  “I don’t know what the fuck is really going on here,” Tabitha slurred, “but she shouldn’t just abandon her mother like that. Look how she’s living now, so lavishly.” Tabitha glared at Kimmy. “She should be taking care of me, not taking care of some stranger’s baby!”

  Mrs. Nash tried to calm Tabitha down. She explained that as an adult, Kimmy needed a job. “She’s eighteen years old, ma’am. She needs to be in school or find some sort of work.”

  “Bullshit,” Tabitha yelled, slamming her hands on the table. “If she is making so much money she can have her nails and hair done and wear rich girl clothes, she should be sending some of that back to her mother. I’ve worked my ass off trying to take care of that girl all by herself, and this is how she repays me? Selfish brat!”

  Tears were springing up in Kimmy’s eyes, and Mrs. Nash grabbed and squeezed her hand secretly from under the table.

  “Mom, I want to go to college. I am saving my money for college. I am going to leave in a few weeks, and I won’t look back,” Kimmy told her mom, her voice trembling.

  Tabitha began to rant. She yelled at Kimmy for abandoning her just like her father. She called Kimmy all sorts of names. She told her she would never le
t her leave; she would have her cop buddy arrest her. As the rant continued, the yells began to turn into sobs, and before anyone knew what was happening, Tabitha was blubbering in tears.

  “Oh mom,” Kimmy said, standing up. She went over to her mother and gave her a firm hug. “I’m so sorry things have been so hard for you since dad left,” she whispered.