Bedding the babysitter - S01 E19

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Bedding the babysitter - S01 E19

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 19

Sabrina, strangely quite chunky, for a cheerleader, I thought, with breasts way too big for any girl, she was about 5'4 and had an odd air of confidence in herself for a girl who was not particularly attractive. On the other hand, Ashley Swanson was almost 6 feet tall, a brunette, with long, long legs, brown eyes and very small breasts. She was pretty, but in a conservative way, if that makes any sense.

I attempted to respond, but nothing came out of my mouth. Karen, clearly getting tired of waiting, said, "Jenny, I know you want this, so don't pretend you don't. I have one question to ask you; if you say yes, then I expect you to do as you're told. If you say no, then I understand and will not bother you ever again, nor tell anyone about yesterday's fun excursion. Ready for the question?"

Anxiety filled me as I realized I did not want to displease her. I responded nervously, "Yes, I am."

"Good girl," she said like a mother would say to her little daughter when she did as she was told. She paused, leaving me hanging over what seemed like an eternity, "Do you ever want to taste my pussy again?"

My spine had a chill go down it and my pussy got a little wetter just by the question. My answer was obvious, of course I wanted to please her again. She was my fantasy girl. Yet, at what cost? If I said yes, everything in my life changed; the whole school would know who I was and keeping my secret a secret would be a lot harder. That said, if I said no, I would never be allowed to please Karen again and I would remain the unpopular nobody I currently was. As my hand began to rub my clit, I answered, "Yes."

"Yes, what?" Karen asked leadingly.

Knowing that what she wanted was my ultimate submission, I said, "Yes, I want to eat your pussy again."

"You will obey?"

"Yes, Mistress Karen, I will obey, I responded like a good little slave. I then pleaded "But please don't humillate me in public."

"Mistress Karen, I like that. If you are a good lesbian pussy slave, I will make sure you are protected, my precious, Karen reassured.

Thank you, Mistress Karen," I said sincerely.

"I will pick you up at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. I have your PomPorn outfit ready for you," she instructed.

"Understood, Mistress Karen," I obediently answered.

"You are getting my pussy wet," Karen said surprisingly. She then continued, "Be sure to wear those sexy stockings you were wearing on Saturday"

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said, but asked, "Won't they be visible with the PomPom outfit?"

"Yes they will," Karen said causally.

"Oh," I said slightly worried.

Do you have a problem with that?" Karen asked.

"No, Mistress Karen," I responded, "It's just, I don't want all the school to think I am a tramp."

Karen let out a soft laugh, getting more excited as she talked, "I will have the other PomPom girls and cheerleaders wearing the same thing. That way you won't stand out. Plus, I found them to be a turn on. The entire cheerleader's squad will be wearing them as well; we are going to start a new fashion revolution. Out with the old knee high socks and in with the thigh highs. You should feel special my pet, you are going to start a fashion craze."

"I am?" asked, confused.

"Yes," she answered, "When others see the cheerleaders and me, the queen of the school, wearing thigh highs, others will copy us. You watch."

"OK," I said, believing her, "I will be ready and dressed as you requested, Mistress Karen."

"Fuck, I love being called that," Karen sald, giving a soft moan.

I asked, "Mistress Karen, are you masturbating because of me?"

"Yes," she moaned, "Tell me a story my little lez, get me off."

I considered briefly before saying, "So you are at school, Mistress Karen, and your pussy is all fired up. You text me while I am in class, demanding I go to the bathroom. I ask to be excused from my class and quickly head towards the bathroom. I knock on the door and you say 'get in here, slut'. I walk in and close the door,

being sure to lock it. You then demand, "Eat my pussy, my lez whore and I get on my knees and dive into your pussy. You call me all sorts of dirty names as I get you off like a good slave should."

"Aaaaaaaaaah," Karen screamed into the phone as she had an orgasm from my dirty talk. Inside I felt a great joy and a spreading of warmth in my pussy as knew I had pleased my mistress.

"Did I make you cum, Mistress Karen?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Yes," she breathed into the phone, still breathing heavily.

"Thank you, Mistress Karen, for allowing me to help you cum. It is an honour to be responsible for your pleasure," I said honestly, my hand now rubbing my own clit softly. "Mistress Karen," I said in a questioning tone.

"Yes, my slave," she asked, almost recovered from her orgasm.

"Do I have your permission to cum?" I requested.

"Yes my little tramp, cum for your mistress, do it now," she demanded.

I quickly rubbed my clit, faster and faster as I fantasized about all the things she would make me do. It took less than a minute and I moaned, "I'm cumming," and let out an orgasmic moan.

Karen asked, "Did you cum my dyke?"

Yes Mistress Karen, thank you for letting your lezzie cunt have an orgasm," I responded blissfully.

"That wasn't much of a scream, a good lesbian would scream so the whole world knew she was having an orgasm."

"Sorry, Mistress Karen, but my mother is downstairs and I would hate for them to hear me in such a compromising position. She thinks I am her innocent, sweet, pure daughter and not a lesbian cunt slave, I explained.

"Fair enough." Karen said, "But when you cum for me when we are together, I expect the walls to shake."

"Of course, Mistress Karen," I agreed, "I will do whatever you ask of me."

"You are such a good little lez. What about Megan?" she asked.