Miss Rarity

>Norman sat in his room, playing the latest edition of Madden on his Xbox that he'd gotten for his thirteenth birthday.
>His parents were going away from the night, leaving him alone to play video games to his heart's content.
>He resigned to his room for a night of bliss when a knock came to his bedroom door.
>The door swung open, revealing a tall, pale woman towering over him.
"Who are you?" Norman asked.
>"Why, I'm your babysitter," the woman's voice rang through the room, bright and colorful tones bouncing off the walls, "My name is Rarity."
"Nice to meet you Ra-" he froze, "Wait, did you say, babysitter?"
>"That's right, Norman," she cooed, swaying her body in glee, "Your parents said you were too young to be left alone."
>Norman felt insulted.
"I'm thirteen!" he yelled, "I can take care of myself! My friend Brad's only 12 and his parents let him stay by himself!"
>"That's because he's more mature," Rarity said. Norman's face turned red, fuming with the prospect of being called immature.
>"Also, don't you ever raise your voice to me again," she said, sounding more like a cop than a babysitter, "Understand?"
>Norman started to object but noticed the fire in her eyes. He nodded, surrendering to her.
>"Now then, your parents left me instructions on how to take care of you," she pulled out a rather long slip of paper and read the first line. She cleared her throat and proclaimed the first line loudly.
>"Norman is a very picky child," she started, already inciting Norman's anger, "He has to be constantly under watch. The first thing that you should know is that video games are prohibited past 7 o'clock."
>Rarity looked at the clock in the hallway, which read quarter past seven.
>"Well look at that, it's already past seven," she looked at his TV, "Shut that off, will you dear?"
"No," he said, standing defiantly in front of his TV, "I have to finish this game."
>"There will be time for that later," Rarity approached him slowly, "But for now your time is up. Turn it off, Norman."
"No," he repeated. Rarity sighed.
>"I guess I don't have a choice," she said, pushing the young boy aside. She pressed the power button on his Xbox, the TV turning black as Norman turned red.
>"You're so cute when you're mad," she said, "staring at his heaving midriff.

>"Now then, the next order of business," Rarity said, "is the matter of your dinner."
>Norman was still fuming at her but was too gentle to do anything about it.
>"What would you like to eat, Norman?"
"Philly Cheese Steak, please."
>"Okay, dear. It'll be ready soon. Why don't you come downstairs with me."
"I'd rather stay in here."
>Rarity wiggled her finger back and forth to signal her disapproval.
>"Uh uh uh," she nagged, "How would I know you're not playing your game if I left you up here alone?"
"I won't," Norman said, "I just want to stay up here."
>"Come now, Norman," she hissed, "Don't make this difficult."
"I said 'no'," he sneered, "Now leave me alone. I don't want to go downstairs with you!"
>"That's enough, you little brat!" Rarity's stormed into the room and grabbed Norman's fragile arm, "You're going in timeout!"
>Norman struggled as he was pulled along, unable to fight Rarity's strength as he was dragged down the hall.
>He was led downstairs to a lone wooden chair sitting in the kitchen, facing away from the wall.
>Norman struck the air with his limbs, thrashing around as he was forced to sit in the chair.
>It was humiliating to be treated like this, treated like a child.
>No sooner had he sat on the chair had he gotten off of it.
>Rarity chased him down and dragged him back to the chair, anger filling her eyes.
>"If you're not going to behave like a good little boy," she said, pulling out a length of rope, "Then I'll make you behave."
>Norman was powerless to resist as his arms were pulled behind the chair and tied at the wrists.
>His ankles were roped to the legs of the chair, spreading his legs slightly apart.
>Rarity smiled as she admired her work.
>Norman fought the bonds but soon found it futile.
>He was trussed up like a Christmas turkey, unable to move.

>"There, now you'll behave?" Rarity cooed, running her finger down his body, coming dangerously close to his fly.
>Norman nodded, unable to show disapproval.
>"Good," she smiled, "Now just sit there while I make you your dinner."
>Rarity went to the cabinet where the pans were located and bent down.
>Her skirt rode up her back, giving Norman a clear view of her white cotton panties.
>A thin groove ran down the middle, clearly visible against the tight underwear.
>Norman had never seen a woman's privacy so close before. He'd seen pictures and videos, but never a real life one.
>He stared longingly at her ass, his pants tightening more and more the longer he stared.
>Soon Rarity put the pan on the stove and began to make his cheesesteak.
>The meat simmered in the pan as she moved it around, skillfully shifting the beef to cook.
>The temperature in the kitchen began to rise, and Norman wasn't sure whether it was really the kitchen or just him.
>His erection pushed against the fabric, eager to show itself to the source of its arousal.
>"My my," she said, "It's really hot in here," Norman's eyes went wide as she began to strip.
>She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a matching cotton bra.
>Norman's dick throbbed as he saw her C cups, swinging gently as she threw her blouse to the side, landing near Norman's feet.
>She grabbed her skirt and pulled it off, her white panties now clearly visible. A blue diamond was stenciled on the front, a gem covering an ever greater gem beneath it.
>"There," she panted, rubbing her hands across her body, "Much better." She went back to cooking, constantly bending forward to give Norman a view of her genitals.
>His erection clearly visible through his pants, and he tried his best to hide it.
>She glanced at Norman, who was sweating profusely.
>She took the pan off the heat and kneeled in front of Norman, removing his wool hat.
>"You must be so hot in that jacket," she cooed, "Let me get it off."

>She pulled the sides of the jacket away, revealing his undershirt to her.
>Her hands glided down his chest, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it up around his neck.
>Rarity's eyes widened as she slid her hands down his bare torso, caressing every inch of his young body.
>Norman felt ashamed; no one ever saw his chest except his mom. His panic rose as she neared his crotch.
>She grabbed his waistband and pulled, bringing his shorts down around his ankles.
>Norman turned away, uncomfortable with a stranger seeing his bare skin.
>Rarity looked at his tight briefs, a bulge trying to punch through the fabric.
>"What?" Rarity giggled, "You're hard? From your babysitter? What's wrong with you?"
>She pressed her hand against his erection, causing Norman to moan in pain.
>"You're such a creep," she sneered, "Do I turn you on THAT much?"
>She stroked his cock, eliciting loud moans from him.
>"I knew it," she hissed, dragging her tongue along the length of his erection, "You're a little pervert, aren't you?"
>Norman shook his head, which Rarity responded with another lick.
"Oh really?" she said, "So you won't mind if I do this?"
>She grabbed his waistband her teeth and pulled his briefs down past his knees.
>His erection sprang upwards, a flag for his arousal. His face went red with shame.
>"There's no use hiding it, Norman," she cooed, "I know you want me."
"That's...That's not--"
>"Shhh," she put a finger to his lips, "let Momma Rarity take care of you."
>She eyed his cock hungrily as she licked from the base to the tip.
>Norman yelped when she engulfed the cock in her mouth.

>Norman moaned as her lips wrapped around his shaft.
>She moved his cock in and out of her mouth with expert grace, her tongue trailing along the bottom of the shaft.
>Norman threw his head back in shock, not ready for the immense waves of pleasure racing through his body.
>He had never felt anything like the euphoria he was experiencing.
>Waves of hot breath passed over his moistened cock, causing it to twitch inside her mouth.
>It wasn't long before the inexperienced body started to contract.
>Norman started to worry when he felt a deep well of pleasure in his stomach.
>It felt like something was twisting his stomach around his back, deep waves of emotion traveling towards his cock.
"Ms. Rarity," he said, "What's happening?"
>Rarity smiled at him and removed her mouth.
>The well of pleasure instantly disappeared, his moist cock twitching as it was denied release.
>Norman moaned, but he was denied orgasm.
"Ms. Rarity," he repeated, "Wh--"
>Rarity put a finger to his lip, silencing his worried face.
>"Nuh uh uh," she scolded, "Your timeout isn't over yet," she reached into her purse and pulled out a small rubber ring.
>Norman eyed the contraption with wonder. It looked like a little lifesaver with small prongs along the inside.
>Rarity leaned back down to his erect cock and hovered the ring over its tip.
>Norman thrashed around, unsure of what she was planning.
>Rarity easily fastened the ring around Norman's base, his dick growing larger and more engorged.
>"There," she said, "And by the way, I'm not 'Ms. Rarity' anymore, got it? You will call me 'Aryan Beauty' or I will never let you finish. Understand?"
"Yes Ms--uh, I mean Aryan Beauty."
>Rarity cackled, watching the boy melt like putty to her every command.

>She went to her knees, bringing her breasts into view.
>She unhooked the bra and draped it around Norman's shoulders.
>Her tits were set free as the bounced upwards.
>Her nipples were fully erect, tiny nubs pointing out from her white orbs.
>Norman stared at them, never having seen a woman's breasts up close.
>Rarity shook them side to side.
>"I bet you love staring at my tits, don't you pervert?"
"Yes, Aryan Beauty," Norman said, watching their every move.
>"Then you're going to love this," she said, moving her chest forward.
>She grabbed his cock and squeezed it between her bountiful C cups.
>Norman groaned and his eyes widened as his cock was held in place by her perky breasts.
>She grabbed each one and pressed them together, hugging Norman's dick as she moved up and down.
>Norman's eyes closed tight as his cock was squeezed and massaged by her perfect tits.
>Her nipples stared at him as they bounced with her breasts.
>Norman felt like he was being milked, a ring of pressure moving up and down his shaft.
>He wasn't going to last very long, and Rarity knew it.
>She moved more ferociously, taking brief moments to suck on Norman's tip.
>The scene and sensation was too much for the preteen as he came.
>Or at least, he thought he did.
>He felt something stop the advancing fluid as Rarity kept going.
>The pleasure from his cock intensified as his orgasm was stopped dead in its tracks.
>Rarity pulled away, a tiny drop of white fluid pooling on the tip.
>She looked up at Norman with teasing eyes, sensing his frustration.

>"Aw, little baby wants to cum?" she said, licking off the bead of cum on his tip, "I'm afraid you'll have to wait. You haven't given your lady any satisfaction."
>Norman was confused, not sure what she meant by "cum".
>Rarity stood up, her panties dripping with a clear fluid.
>The sight aroused Norman greatly, although he wasn't sure why.
>Rarity swung her thighs around one of Norman's legs, lowering her damp panties onto his thigh.
>Norman threw his head back as her loins burned his skin.
>His cock thrashed as her pussy sat inches away.
>Hot rivers ran down Norman's leg to the floor. Rarity smiled at him.
"Aryan Beauty, please...let me...'cum'," he said, unsure of what he was asking.
>"You don't even know what that means," she laughed, "Besides, a lady must have her pleasure first."
>She ground her pussy slowly up his thigh, dragging her heat along his leg.
>Rarity moaned in unison with Norman as her wet panties glided over his bare skin.
>She mashed against his thighs, looking down at her toy.
>She smiled as he watched with wonder, his cock twitching violently.
>She lifted herself off and removed her panties.
>her bare pussy leaked onto his leg as she tossed the panties to Norman's face.
>She sat back against her thigh, moaning even louder as her bare lips tracked across his skin.
>Her panties landed on Norman's nose, her scent filling his nose as it stuck to his face.
>Norman felt embarrassed, fully nude in front of a stranger, let alone being at her mercy.
>She was using him for a toy, a tool for her own pleasure.
>He could do nothing but watch as his goal moved closer to him with every thrust.
>Rarity lifted herself off of him, her pussy juices clinging to his thigh.

>She looked down at her pet, his body convulsing as the energy inside him begged to be released.
>"What's your problem?" she scolded, "Mad that I won't let you finish?"
>Norman nodded through shut eyes, not wanting to answer.
"Yes, Aryan Beauty, I...need...I need..."
>"You need what? Tell me and I'll let you have it."
"Please...let me 'cum'," he said dejectedly.
>"Please who, Norman? Who do want to make you cum?"
"Please, Aryan Beauty," he begged, "Please let me cum."
>Rarity smiled, pleased to see him break to her will.
>"As you wish, Norman," she said as she slipped off the cock ring.
>His cock shrunk a small bit as the blood was allowed to leave it.
>Rarity smiled as she poised her entrance over his shaft.
>Norman panted heavily as she dripped onto his cock.
>Rarity moaned as his cock pressed against her lips, lowering herself until he impaled her.
>She screamed as his shaft moved its way inside her, coming to rest an inch below her cervix.
>Norman groaned, feeling every ridge of her damp walls squeezing his shaft.
>Rarity tossed her head back, her purple hair flowing past her shoulders as she lifted her body back up.
>She thrust herself back down, piercing her body with Norman's cock.
>Her tits bounced inches from his face as her hips crashed against Norman's bound body.
>Norman stared at her undulating breasts, bouncing in time with her perfect abdomen.
>Her pussy massaged his cock, wrapping it in a heated embrace.
>Rarity leaned forward, pressing her heaving chest into Norman's face.
>Almost on instinct, Norman took one of her nipples in her mouth and sucked.

>Rarity cried out, a sting of pleasure shooting from her chest.
>Norman suckled her chest like a hungry infant, greedily pulling on her tit as she bounced on his cock.
>A light suction gripped Norman's shaft as Rarity contracted, waves of pleasure rippling through her body.
>Her nipple expanded in Norman's mouth, giving him more hold.
>She looked down at the spectacle, smiling as Norman suckled her teat.
>She felt like a mother breastfeeding her infant, giving him pleasure rather than milk.
>The scene, pleasure and denial became too much for Rarity to bear.
>She came hard, spraying hot liquid over Norman's crotch.
>Norman whimpered from the burning heat around his groin and the feelings around his shaft.
>Rarity's orgasm caused her walls to contract tightly around his cock, gripping him with a strong suction.
>Norman felt the familiar well of pleasure again, but this time was different.
>The pleasure surged up his shaft, eager to be released.
>Norman let go of her tit and threw his head back as he came.
>With Rarity's walls squeezing him, Norman shot his load inside her, strands of cum splashing against her cervix.
>Hours of pent up energy were released in seconds, a never ending stream of ejaculate filling Rarity's tunnel.
>Rarity moaned loudly as she felt his cum shoot inside her pussy, hot rivers of semen running down her walls.
>She felt her womb being filled with Norman's essence, jets of cum landing deep inside.
>After a solid 20 seconds of orgasm, Norman looked down at his cock, white streams flowing down the side.
>The pair panted heavily, Rarity sitting on top of Norman's quickly dying cock.
>She lifted herself up, drops of cum dripping out of her as she got off of Norman.
>Norman was exhausted, his chest heaving as Rarity knelt beside him.

>"What a mess," she said, "Don't worry, I'll clean it up."
>Norman whimpered slightly as Rarity greedily lapped his semen from his cock.
>She made sure not to waste a single drop as she untied Norman's bonds.
>After the ropes were undone, Norman's arms hung to the side, his body to exhausted to move.
>Rarity smiled as she looked at the clock.
>Norman had lasted an hour, and his parents were still an hour away.
>"You should thank your Aryan Beauty for her generosity," she said, "You performed well, boy."
"Thank you...Aryan Beauty..." Norman panted before falling asleep.
>Rarity smiled as she got herself dressed.
>She didn't bother to clean out her pussy as she slipped her panties back on.
>She enjoyed the feeling of his cum sitting inside her, the liquid she denied to herself for a full hour.
>She picked up Norman and lay him on his bed, dressing him in the clothes he wore before.
>She kissed him on the cheek and left the room.
>His Philly Cheesesteak lay on the counter, untouched and getting cold.
>She wrapped it in foil and taped a note to it.

NORMAN'S! DO NOT TOUCH!

>Her loins still burned, wishing that Norman hadn't fallen asleep.
>With an hour left until the parents showed up and the entire kitchen cleaned, she fulfilled one last guilty pleasure.
>She sat downstairs, thinking of Norman.
>She spent the next half hour masturbating to him, imagining his cock thrusting inside her.
>Her orgasm was heard throughout the house, making Norman toss lightly in his sleep.
>After her second orgasm, Rarity cleaned up again and put on a new pair of panties.
>She had slipped them on just before the parents walked through the door.
>She told them that Norman was very well behaved and that she would love to watch him again.
>The parents were happy with how everything turned out, and scheduled her to come over in a few days.
>Rarity giggled to herself in excitement as she went into her car and went back home.