Straight White Girls: A Pet Teacher - Sex Stories

Straight White Girls: A Pet Teacher

... problem,” Jasmine nodded, standing back up, trying to make like it wasn’t a big deal. “So two of three of Bethany's assessments are true,” Janet continued her sly seduction of the cute teacher. The teacher was rattled and completely out of her element, feeling suddenly like a character in one of her many stories. A rush of excitement and an undeniable wetness lightly leaking from her cunt was countered by the anxiety of the unknown and the risk of her career. Jasmine nervously asked, “What did Bethany tell you?” “First, that you were wearing thigh highs underneath your teacher attire,” Janet began. “Second that you are a lesbian. Obviously that is not true, you are married and all, but there is little doubt you are curious if not bisexual.” Jasmine couldn't believe how accurate Bethany and Mrs. Jones were. Yes, she always wore thigh high stockings, and yes she was bisexual, although relations between women were far and long between. “Third,” Mrs. Jones listed, “she sensed you’re submissive, which now seems pretty obvious, doesn't it?” Jasmine's already red face burned more. At home, she was incredibly submissive to her husband in the bedroom, as she also had been to a couple of her earlier boyfriends (none of them truly understood just how much she wanted to be controlled in the bedroom or how far she was willing to go...thankfully her husband did). Yet, at work she was a strong-willed, no nonsense teacher, although also very personable and compassionate. “Again, a picture ...

... is worth a thousand words,” Janet smiled, before adding, “or your silence speaks volumes. Whichever cliché you like best.” Jasmine really wasn’t sure what to say. She was a terrible liar and everyone had always told her as much and thus she didn’t want to be caught in a lie. Janet continued, “So, the question becomes what to do about it.” The teacher finally said, knowing if she didn't speak soon she would end up in a predicament she couldn’t control, “Mrs. Jones, I'm beginning to get very uncomfortable with this conversation.” “I imagine your cunt is also very uncomfortable right now, I bet there's a great discomfort in your panties, isn't there?” Janet playfully asked, swearing for the first time. Jasmine couldn't deny the truth of that statement, she could feel the wetness slither slowly down her leg, cursing her decision to not wear underwear. Yet, she responded, trying to somehow prevent what she was already confident was on Mrs. Jones’ mind, “This is not the place for this conversation.” “Where is?” Janet queried. “My house with Bethany home? Your house with your husband and children home? No, no, I think this is the perfect place for this conversation. No one else is here, other than the night janitor, and it's unlikely he will be coming this way.” Jasmine was overwhelmed. Even though the offer hadn't been verbalized, part of her was already willing to just drop to her knees in front of this beautiful black woman, yet the trepidation of impacting her job and family kept ...