Bedding the babysitter - S01 E61

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Bedding the babysitter - S01 E61

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 61

"Why, I have no idea," Karen replied, acting innocent in such a way where she was making it obvious she did indeed know.

"Tell me," Ashley threatened.

Miss Morgan interjected, "Girls, could you please move your conversation somewhere else, I have work to do."

"Oh, s-s-sorry, Miss Morgan." Ashley apologized suddenly realizing she and Karen were not alone.

"Yes, sorry Miss Morgan, am sure you have something to finish," Karen replied, giving a hint to Ashley.

A moment later, the door closed and I expected Miss Morgan to roll her chair out, but instead she said, "Jenny, please get me off, I'm so close."

Although surprised, I was eager to comply, as I buried my face in her pussy and licked hungrily. I sucked her clit between my lips, and slid two fingers inside her.

"Oh God," she moaned.

It didn't take long as I focused on her clit while finger fucking her cunt before I felt a gush of cum coat my face. I kept licking until she rolled her chair away a few seconds later and whimpered, "Get out from there, Jenny."

I quickly did and she stood up and just as quickly tugged up her panties and pantyhose.

"I'm sorry for dragging you into this," I apologized.

"It's my fault, Jenny," she said, "I'm the adult."

"I'm still sorry," I repeated.

"I'll deal with Karen," she said.

"She is going to want to make you her submissive," I warned.

"And I may let her," she shrugged, giving a mischievous smile.

I laughed, "It's a lobster trap."

"I really do have a meeting," she said, glancing at her watch, "that I am now late for."

I grabbed my bag and headed out. I was startled when I saw Ashley and Karen in the hallway loudly talking to each other.

Ashley was in mid-sentence when she saw me leave Miss Morgan's room.

Karen smiling said, "I'll let you two chat."

Ashley threatened, "This isn't over."

"I couldn't agree more," Karen replied, walking away.

I walked to Ashley and apologized, something I seemed to be doing a lot lately, "I'm sorry, I couldn't stand up to Karen."

A moment later Miss Morgan came out of her class, seeing us, her face went red and she walked the other way.

Ashley, perplexed at first and then looking back at me, my face shiny with pussy juice, asked, "Karen made you eat out Miss Morgan?"

"It's a long story," I answered, worried I may lose Ashley.

"I have time," she said, looking upset, as if I had betrayed her completely.

I retold the whole story from last week's flirting, to Sunday's seduction and Karen's blackmail today. When done, I finished with another apology, "I'm so sorry, Ashley. I want to be with you, but I was worried that Karen would out Miss Morgan."

"I'm not mad at you," she said, pulling me to her and kissing me.

When she broke the kiss, she smiled and said, "Don't we have a limousine to catch in a couple of hours?"

"Indeed we do," I smiled back, before adding, "I have a plan for Karen"

"You do?" she asked.

"It's another long story," I admitted, as I took her hand and started telling the complete story of how I ended up where I am today, no longer leaving anything out as I even explained Karen domming my mother and walking in on my mom and Mistress Megan after our date last night.

"Oh my," Ashley said, "you really can't judge a book by its cover, can you?"

I smiled, "But the more you read the book the more you learn."

"Well, let's go talk to Megan," Ashley said, "I want to devour the book whole and get to the riveting climax."

"What about the happy ending?" I coyly teased.

"Oh, we are only in the opening chapters, Jenny," she smiled, as we walked past the gym and towards the parking lot.

I asked, "What about cheerleading practice?"

"Fuck them," she shrugged, as we walked towards her car.

"Well I'd rather you fuck me," I flirted, the words sounding both naughty and romantic.

Ashley asked as we reached the car, "Is your mom going to be home?"

"Not for another hour," replied.

"Good, then I will do just that," she said.

"What is that?" I asked playfully once we were in the car.

"Fuck you," she smiled, reaching into the back seat and putting a duffle bag on my lap.

As she began driving, I opened the bag and saw a big black strap- on cock. "Oh my," I said, the thought of her wearing a strap-on making my cunt dampen. "You really do plan to fuck me."

"Oh, I plan more than that," she promised, her hand going to my leg, causing a chill to go through my entire body.

"You too are a book I plan to read through thoroughly," I smiled, bringing the book metaphor back

"I'm a real page turner," she quipped, giving my leg a firm squeeze.

As we drove, I was giddy with excitement. Looking at her, I knew I was in love with her, as strange as that seemed in such a short time. Yet, there was no doubt my feelings for her were way more powerful than those for Megan, Karen, Miss Morgan or anyone powerful than those for Megan, Karen, Miss Morgan or anyone else. I longed for her and she accepted me for who I was.

We were in this together and starting our journey as a couple. We would talk with Megan together to deal with Karen together, we would go to Governor Green's together and experience whatever was lying in store; we could walk together at school hand in hand... ready to break the social expectations that would judge us.

Pulling up in front of my house, I couldn't wait to make love to her. With Karen it was sex and submission. With Ashley it was something completely different: it was soft and intimate and yet with an even stronger intensity than the thrill of submission... although I revelled in both....although her promise to fuck me created a whole new level of potential naughtiness to our growing intimacy...reflecting on her begging me to fist fuck her last night.

As we went into the house, I knew we had a crazy night ahead and an even crazier week, yet all I wanted to do was be in the arms and between the legs of Ashley (well, maybe also on all fours as she fucked me).

The rest of the craziness...that would have to wait.

To Be Continued...