The Battered Lamp Chapter Six: The Lust of the Warrior - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Six: The Lust of the Warrior

... somehow made it a legally binding contract in the US. Kyle loved having a Genie for a wife. Kyle left his two concubines to pack up their possessions and come over tonight and Aaliyah drove them home. The Genie found driving a car fascinating. He fished out his phone and sent Christy a text message. “How was Sunday with the family?” Every Sunday was family day at the Leonardson household. They watched movies, played board games, and tried to stay close as a family. “Fine,” she texted back. “Jackson won Smallworlds.” Kyle chuckled; Christy hated to lose Smallworlds, particularly to her younger brother. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Who're you texting?” Ms. Franklin asked, annoyance painted on her face along with Christy's juices. “My boyfriend,” Christy answered, hoping it irked the woman. She seethed inside. Christy was supposed to be with her family, but instead her coven leader had dragged her out and forced her to spend the afternoon fucking the depraved teacher. The teen was naked, her legs spread, and her fiery-haired teacher nuzzled at her pussy. Christy ignored her, and kept texting her boyfriend, and wishing it was him between her legs. Ms. Franklin crawled up her body and took her phone, setting it on the table. “You can do that later. I want you to eat my pussy!” “Yes, Celestite,” Christy smiled, hiding her true feelings. Her teacher was insatiable. Rashawn—Christy was supposed to think of her as Garnet, but she never liked using the names they assumed—lay passed ...

... out next to Christy, a dildo shoved up her ass. There was a smile on the Black girls slumbering face. “Let me just text him back,” Christy protested. “Then I'll eat your cunt.” “Fine.” Christy grabbed her phone. “Got to go, new game starting. XOXOXO.” “Why do you stay with him?” Ms Franklin asked as she guided the teen's face between her legs. “I love him.” “But he cheated on you with that slut, Chyna.” Christy looked her teacher in the eye. Time to fish for some information. “Someone cast a spell on them.” Her teacher didn't even bat an eye. “Really?” “I have to find out who and thank them,” Christy continued, making herself sound like a complete whore. She then forced herself to take a slow lick up her teacher's slit, flicking Ms. Franklin's clit. “Kyle and I shared the little slut. It was so hot. We have our own sex slave.” A grin split her teacher's face. “I knew you were that type of girl. I'm glad you liked my gift.” “So it was you?” Christy gave another lick, letting her tongue linger on the teacher's clit, flicking and batting the pink nub. “Oh, yes,” she moaned. “You can thank me properly by using that sweet tongue of yours.” Christy buried her face into the teacher's cunt, hating to be used by the teacher, and hating herself for enjoying the treatment. I need a way out of this mess. I need help. There was only one person she knew with an aura stronger than her teachers—Kyle. Tomorrow. At school I'll confess everything and hope he loves me enough to forgive me...and ...