Straight White Girls: A Pet Teacher - Sex Stories

Straight White Girls: A Pet Teacher

... picture is worth a thousand words and the look on your face speaks volumes.” “I don't,” the flustered teacher began. “I mean, I think this is,” she stopped. “I think we should keep our conversation to Bethany.” “Of course,” Janet agreed with a smile. “So Bethany believes you have a nylon fetish. Is that true?” Jasmine couldn't believe how everything this black mother said was true. She tried to answer without giving away her sexual perversion. “I do like to wear nylons,” she admitted. “Stand up,” Janet ordered, “let’s see what you are wearing right now.” “Excuse me?” Jasmine questioned, surprised again by the bluntness of this mother. She was used to bluntness by parents, but it was usually over her hard grading or high expectations. “Stand up now,” Janet repeated, her tone shifting to much firmer. She didn't know exactly why, partly because of the tone of the woman and partly out of an inner psychological need to obey, but she stood up. “Walk over to the front of your desk,” Janet instructed next. Mrs. Walker protested, sensing this conversation getting completely out of her control, “Mrs. Jones, I must insist....” “Now!” Janet firmly ordered, her tone no nonsense. Again the submissive teacher, feeling an undeniable wetness in her cunt, felt compelled to obey. She walked out from behind her desk and soon stood in front of the intriguing woman. “Bethany is confident that underneath the teacher’s attire you wear to school each day you are actually wearing thigh high ...

... stockings, is that true?” Mrs. Walker couldn't believe how observant Bethany was. Every skirt and dress was plenty long enough to hide the lace tops of her expensive pure silk stockings, so she was bewildered that the cheerleader could notice such things. She stammered. “S-s-sometimes.” “Right now?” Janet queried. “Yes,” Jasmine admitted, feeling compelled to answer honestly. “Oops,” Janet said, all diva dramatic, as her heel hit the floor. “Could you get that for me?” Jasmine knew immediately, having written sexual seduction scenes just like this in her stories, what this mother was doing (although the feeling was surreal that fantasy was potentially becoming reality), yet she silently, bent down and grabbed the clearly very expensive shoe. She went to hand it to Mrs. Jones when she was stopped. “Please put it back on my foot, Mrs. Walker,” Janet ordered, this seduction going exactly as planned. Sometimes seducing white women took work: psychological manipulation or blackmail, but this one was just going to be a smooth transition from taking a white woman's secret fantasy and making it a very, very concrete reality. Jasmine again knew this was crossing so many professional lines, knew she should stand up to this woman, yet she again obeyed, putting the heel back on the mother's foot and briefly feeling the smooth silk of the pantyhose, which immediately triggered a pulsation to her now needy cunt. “Thank you,” Janet smiled, looking down at the flustered, red cheeked teacher. “No ...