Straight White Girls: A Pet Teacher - Sex Stories

Straight White Girls: A Pet Teacher

... her at bay...although the strength to resist, if the offer was actually made, was already brittle. “Do you like Christmas?” Janet asked out of the blue. Jasmine was surprised by the shift in conversation, but pointed to the nativity scene on the back wall, a Charlie Brown one, and joked, “I wish it could be Christmas season all year round.” “It can be,” Janet smiled, “I believe you would be the perfect gift for my daughter.” “Pardon?” Jasmine questioned, realizing instantly the true purpose of this strange conversation, even more complex than she anticipated. Ignoring the white teacher's bewildered look, the experienced seductress continued, “But do you know what is missing?” “What?” Jasmine asked, skeptically, sensing the answer would be another piece of the puzzle that was all coming together right in front of her eyes, Jasmine knowing she was being played like a fiddle and unable to stop the music. “Mistletoe,” Janet answered. “You have a nativity scene, you have candy canes on your desk, your door is already decorated like a Christmas tree, but no mistletoe. Although I guess that makes sense in a classroom, I'm sure you are not supposed to encourage kissing.” Bethany had told her of Mrs. Walker’s love for Christmas, and she figured she would use it for the climactic submission. Jasmine nodded, “Yes, I'm not sure the admin would be a big fan of that.” “Thankfully, I brought my own,” Janet revealed, the seduction almost complete, pulling it out of her purse. “Y-y-you did?” ...

... Jasmine stammered, even though she knew exactly where this was going, or at least she thought she did. “Yes,” Janet smiled, as she stood up, lifted up her dress to reveal she too was wearing thigh highs, and placed the mistletoe just above her cunt, “It is the festive thing to do.” Jasmine stared at the black woman's shaved pussy in complete paralysis. This was one of her greatest fantasies, to be seduced by a black woman. All she had to do was obey like a good submissive, something she always did at home. Janet smiled to herself as she watched the teacher stare at her cunt. She instructed, gently, “Go ahead, and give my pussy lips a big kiss.” Jasmine's head was a muddled mess. She knew she should demand this woman leave; she knew she should bluntly refuse the offer just given; yet, like so many of her characters in her stories she felt the weight of her body suddenly too heavy to carry, she felt her knees so weak and desperately needing to rest, she felt herself lowering to the floor, her eyes never breaking eye contact with the beautiful shaved black pussy. “Now crawl to me, my teacher pet,” Janet instructed, guiding her pet-to-be. Hearing the words 'teacher pet', words she had used distinctly in her stories, only enhanced both the wetness between her legs and the desire to obey. Yet, it also made her briefly wonder if somehow this woman knew of her secret erotica writing persona. But in the end, her true submissive nature, her unbridled desire for a black woman, overrode ...