Bedding the Babysitter Ch 03 - Sex Stories

Bedding the Babysitter Ch 03

... 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 humiliate 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 PomPom 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?” ...