You were probably in your late 20s or 30s, married and expecting - or, perhaps, already blessed. It was reaching the time to start thinking about setting down some roots, getting a house and all the room for the kids and dog and debt that came with it. And where better than the charming Bell End Estates? Charming refuge of white-flight-cum-suburbanites for decades now! Manicured lawns, clean streets, handsome homes, and a *comfortably* multi-ethnic makeup. It wasn’t... you know, OVERLY ethnic, if you catch my drift. Six Months? A year? However long it had been since you transplanted your family here, it had been long enough that you’d made the right choice. Your own slice of DomesDick bliss. Featuring... A - The Babysitter’s Belly-Thumper You’d hired [Cecelia](https://i.imgur.com/MrnC4VO.jpg) after seeing her *adorable* posters plaster all over the neighborhood. What could be more wholesome than a young suburban girl, all freckle-faced and mouth full of braces, making a little money watching the little ones in her neighborhood? Answer: nothing. Cecelia, or “Sissy Cece” as your little ones had taken to calling me, proved to be an absolute blessing. She never hesitated to adjust based on your hectic schedules. She had integrated into the family almost like an older sister. And she had even managed to make your rugrats eat their veggies! I mean, does it GET any better? By some miracle, you’d gotten off at a reasonable hour today. You decided to surprise us all, racing home to pop in before I was laying the little ones down to sleep. But as you came in, you just had to sit and watch with a smile. Out in the backyard we were still at play. Chasing the kids around, perhaps, or splashing in the pool, or jumping on the trampoline. The little ones looked so happy. Your eyes turned to me next, pale skin pink from the sun, spattered with freckles, sweating faintly. Breasts bouncing as I played along, and... No. No, you couldn’t do that. You were married, and even if you weren’t, she was BARELY 18... “Ok, ok, enough guys. I promised you could stay out 30 more minutes and it’s been 30.” The kids groaned in complaint. “I know, I know, but you don’t want Cece to get in trouble do you? Now come on, go wash up.” You paused to greet your kids as they scurried up stairs to get cleaned and changed. Then you headed out to the backyard where I was picking up toys and any other items left out. “Oh! Hey, (Mr/Mrs X)! I wasn’t expecting you for at least another hour. Sorry to keep the kids up, but they were *really* good today, and I promised them a reward...” “Erm... pardon me for saying so, Cecelia, but you’re... um... *showing*.” You admitted, red faced. Rapidly I checked my chest. No nip slips - my little breasts were still snugly contained in my sports bra. I looked up to you, eyebrows scrunching in confusion. “I mean.. lower..” Now it was my turn to blush. How the HELL had I managed to wiggle free of the tuck, out of my panties, and far enough to be seen poking out the leg of my shorts. Yet there it was - the tip of the smoothest, most adorable looking cock you’d ever seen. I rapidly adjusted myself, trying to hide my shame, “oh my god! Oh god, (Mr/Mrs X), I swear, I can explain... I swear I’m not a pervert or anything!” My voice pitched up the more I spoke, ending at an almost supersonic squeak. You chuckled and patted my shoulder. “It’s alright, Cece. I won’t tell.” But it was *more* than alright, wasn’t it? You couldn’t help but picture an encounter with me now. I mean... a girl so sweet, so wholesome, so innocent... and she had a *dick*?! B - The Maid’s Oui Oui “Ola Senhor! Como vaiiiiii?” I called cheerfully. Ok, so maybe I wasn’t quite a *french* Maid. Not that that had kept you from picturing this fine Brazilian dressed as one. “Ola [Andressa!](https://i.imgur.com/mAPO3hS.jpg) You greeted with a wide smile. “I’ve got some work to take care of this morning, will you be ok if I leave you to it?” Your eyes struggled not to linger *too* long as I reached under the sink for the cleaning supplies, pulling already-tight yoga pants til you could see my coffee-and-milk skintone through them. “Of course, Sir! I try not to make a lot of noise for you, ok?” It almost broke your heart to hear. The little songs I sang to myself, the way I worked my hips as only a *latina* could... That was half of why you kept calling me out. Oh well... probably for the best. After a conference call that just. Wouldn’t. End. You were finally free, and your first stop was one you’d needed for the past half-hour - the bathroom. As you approached the bathroom you could hear the pitter-patter of water on water. Andressa had a bad habit of leaving the tap on while she cleaned the bathroom, so you thought nothing of it. “Andressa, please, you’ve got to remember to turn off the water when you-“ but words failed you as you pushed the door open. I wasn’t cleaning. I was... peeing. Standing up. And there was a great, big, brown Python where you’d pictured soft pink lips and perhaps a touch of curly dark hair. This... was an unexpected development. As was the rather sudden tent in the front of your trousers. C - The Cook’s Cock Work in progress. Imagine lots of puns and phallic food items here. D - The “Bad Bitch”’s Bulge Even the most pristine, most wholesome, most Stepfordized of Suburbs turns out a few bad apples. Or at least a few that *thought* they were. Like [Ella.](https://i.imgur.com/DTaw3Av.jpg) Ella thought she was about as bad as they came. She ditched and flirted her way through school, and probably wouldn’t have bothered showing up if it wasn’t so easy and profitable to sell shitty, overpriced weed. There was one last summer before she shipped off to (probably fail out of) college, and Ella was a full-blown menace. Selling drugs and cigarettes, encouraging acts of vandalism and coaxing a streak of slutty dress and behavior from the other girls of Bell End. Including... your child. You couldn’t possibly abide it. You brought your family out here to *avoid* all that. So when you saw her walking down the road, cigarette in hand, you slammed your car to a stop beside her. “Get your ass in the car, RIGHT NOW, little lady!” You demanded in your best Parent voice. I was so stunned by the whole event that I... actually climbed in. E - The Road Less Travelled... This is where you come in with your own devious, kinky, imaginative ideas. This is YOUR version of [DomesDick](https://i.imgur.com/hMLdsaD.jpg) Bliss! Happy to discuss details/ideas, kinks, and plenty more potential references available for interesting partners!
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