Bedding the babysitter - S01 E38

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Bedding the babysitter - S01 E38

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 38

Miss Morgan seemed to hesitate, unsure what to do next. I moved my hand under her dress. Pantyhose blocked access to the pussy I now craved to sample. I leaned in and kissed her again, making sure she didn't have time for second thoughts. My tongue parted her lips and, although tentative at first, Miss Morgan kissed me back. I pushed my finger hard onto her covered crotch as we kissed. She moaned into my mouth, and we kissed for what seemed like an eternity. It was passionate, it was gentle. It was exactly how I had imagined it so many nights while in my bed with just me and my fingers. I felt a tingle down below and finally broke the kiss. I began to unbutton her blouse. She stopped me, attempting to catch her breath, "Let's go inside, Jenny."

Attempting to push the envelope, "Yes, Mistress Morgan, anything you say."

She gave a slightly startled look, but didn't say anything as she got out of the car and led me into her house. Once inside, we went straight to her bedroom and it was now Miss Morgan's turn to surprise me. She pushed me onto her bed and crawled on top of me. She leaned in to kiss me. Her lips barely touching mine, she kissed me ever so gently. She followed the soft pecks by sucking on my lower lip. I had never been kissed like that and it was driving me crazy, making my pussy very damp. She moved down to my neck and gave soft nibbles and teasing sucks, spending enough time on each spot to potentially leave a hickey. Slowly she moved down my body and pulled me up so she could take off my shirt. "Oh, my," escaped her lips when she saw my tight white breasts, still bundled in my white lace bra.

I shivered slightly, suddenly cold, and feeling like prey to my salivating teacher. She kissed the tops of my breasts while reaching behind to unbuckle my bra and release my breasts. Once freed from their confines, Miss Morgan cupped both in her hands and looked like a child in a candy store. She spent at least ten minutes adoring my breasts. She kissed, nibbled, and sucked on my nipples. The tenderness and deliberate teasing had me on the edge of complete ecstasy, desperate to come soon. I whirnpered, "Mistress, please let me come."

She bit my nipple, not hard, but hard enough to make a statement. "Princess, lay back and enjoy. I want to savour every minute of our time together." She bit my other nipple, before sliding her tongue down my belly. I had never had someone use her tongue in my belly button, but the feeling was shockingly erotic. Maybe because it was so close to my pussy, maybe because was so horny or maybe it was simply another erogenous zone in my overactive horny body. Either way, when her head moved lower and under my cheerleader's skirt, I let out an excited moan.

Miss Morgan asked, "is one of your orders no underwear?"

"Yes, Mistress Morgan," I responded, my breath giving away my anticipated eagerness.

"Please call me Cameron, Princess."

"As in Cameron Diaz?" I had to ask.

"The one and only," she whispered, her finger making just the slightest of contact with my pussy.

"Aaaaaah," I let out. "I thought your first name was Wanda."

"That is my middle name. I can't have people knowing my real identity online."

"That makes sense," I whimpered again, her finger teasing me.

"You have such a beautiful vagina, Princess."

She leaned in and under my skirt. I moaned in reply, as her tongue made contact with my pussy lips, "Thank you, Mistress Cameron."

Her tongue explored my whole pussy region. She slowly moved her tongue up and down my lips, lightly teasing me. Her tongue slid below my pussy lips and teased the crack of my ass. I wanted to see her, so I begged, "Can you take my skirt off, Mistress? I want to be able to watch you."

She moved out from underneath my skirt and, without a word, reached for my skirt. I lifted my ass to assist her and soon was only wearing thigh-high red stockings. She smiled seductively before returning to my feverish pussy. She continued the slow meandering teasing, still avoiding my clit. I could feel juice beginning to leak out of me, her teasing driving me to the brink. My moaning began to increase with each lick of my teacher's tongue. Suddenly, just when I couldn't take it anymore, she slid a finger inside my pussy while at the same time taking my swollen clit into her mouth. In a second, I screamed, "Oh my fucking God, Miss Morgan, I'm coming." An electric jolt tore through my body as an orgasm exploded out of me and through me. Miss Morgan let go of my clit, but kept finger-fucking me as she licked the juices leaking out of me. Much to my surprise, the continued attention kept my body revved up and, as one orgasm simmered, a second began bubbling inside. I begged, "Oh yes, Mistress Cameron, don't stop, make me come again." A second finger slid inside me, joining the first, and I let out a squeal of delight. She again took my clit

into her mouth and somehow licked it while at the same time

sucking it in her beautiful mouth.

The sensation and the stretching of my tight pussy had me again on the verge of orgasmic bliss. To my surprise, Miss Morgan finally spoke, her words sending shivers through me, "That's it baby, come for teacher, come harder than you ever have, Princess."

Hearing my sweet, beautiful teacher order me to come was the final breaking point. My body shuttered to a second, smaller, but still gloriously beautiful orgasm. "Oh yes, Mistress, you are too good to me, I moaned, pure pleasure resonating inside me.

Miss Morgan pulled her two fingers out of me. She lapped up my juices for another minute, before sitting back up and moving beside me. Lying face to face with me, my juices coating her face, she complimented, "You have the most delicious pussy have ever tasted."

The compliment sent a chill up my spine. I am sure I blushed as I responded graciously, "Thank you, I bet you taste divine yourself."

It was Miss Morgan's turn to blush. "I get very few complaints."

"I bet you don't," teased, before asking, "Anyone I know get the privilege of pleasing you?"

Her face went from blissful to panic as she responded, too quickly, "Oh, no, no. I was just talking hypothetically."

Her reaction told me she had at least one lover and I wondered if it was someone I knew, but decided not to push it, deciding instead that it was time to return the favour. I attempted to be seductive, "Miss Morgan, is there anything I can do for you?"

I could tell she was slightly nervous, which seemed ironic after what she had just done to me. I could tell she was trying to find a way to tell me what to do, so I decided to do it for her. I moved up and kissed her gently. I pulled her up and unzipped her dress. With a bit of a struggle, I took off my teacher's blue dress. I was then face to face with her beautifully firm breasts, barely being held inside her white lace bra. I kissed the top of her breasts while I fumbled with the buckle of her bra.

Eventually, I released my teacher's large breasts from her fabric prison and took one of her nipples into my mouth. Miss Morgan moaned and I cupped, fondled and sucked on her large 'C' breasts for a long time, becoming completely lost in them. Finally, I moved down her body and slowly pulled off her pantyhose. I suggested, "Miss Morgan, for future reference, it is way easier to get to your appetizing pussy if you wore thigh-high stockings."