Cross Contamination Pt. 09 - Sex Stories

Cross Contamination Pt. 09

... raising a commanding hand. The clapping cut off abruptly, and Kissy lurched awkwardly to a stop, her big udders swinging, almost popping loose from the tiny top. She looked at Renee with her big doe eyes, slightly biting her lower lip. Just a soft sweet girl, hoping for a little kindness and mercy. Even someone as smart as her could be a shitty judge of character.

"Awful," began Renee sharply. "Robotic. Forced. You just aren't feeling the rhythm in your body." Renee gestured at Kissy's ripe, shamefully displayed body. "This is exactly what your training uniform was supposed to help you with. Really a disappointment." Kissy looked crestfallen. Just what Renee was looking for.

"Well," drawled Melissa with a grin, standing by Renee's side with a hand on a cocked hip, "There is one other way we could help her feel the music a teensy tiny bit more." Her line delivery was good. Just obnoxious enough to fan the flames a little more. Kissy darted a look of barely concealed fury and loathing at Melissa. That's it girlie, let's get that defiance a little stronger. It will make the fall that much sweeter.

Now to make her a little hornier to compensate. "Hmmmm." Said Renee, tapping a finger on her perfect lips. "I think you're right Mel. She needs it." Renee did her supermodel walk over towards Kissy, really turning up the hip sway. Kissy eyes drank it in, clinging to the curves of Renee's body, She couldn't help it at this point. Her look of frustration and anger was ...

... dissolving into arousal and confusion. Renee's hands reached forward and rested on Kissy's wide, fleshy hips, squeezing them lightly. She bent forward to whisper in Kissy's ear. Subby bitches loved the ear whispering thing.

"Arms up, Kissy" she said breathily, and her hands slid upward to grip the bottom of the stretchy rag that laughably served her victim as a top. The reality of what Melissa and Renee were suggesting finally slammed home for Kissy, and she reflexively grabbed Renee's hands to prevent her. To stop her tormentor from freeing her barely covered breasts completely.

Renee kept her hands right where they were. Kissy had a strong grip, but Renee's will was stronger. Kissy's eyes darted in panic around the room, focusing on all of her taunting squadmates, thinking about what they would think of the slutty cheerleader stripped naked in their midst. Renee waited patiently until Kissy's focus was drawn back to her. She held her eyes, calm and steady. Unblinking. Like her Father had taught her.

"Do you trust me, Kissy?"

Renee stared deep into Kissy's bright blue, beautiful, weak eyes. She saw what she had seen from the very beginning. The thing that had first convinced her to tear little miss perfect down off of her pedestal. A submissive needing to be conquered. It had been buried deep at first, but Renee's careful work had been exposing it little by little. Even with all of the provocation, and taunts about bisexuality, it was shining in those pretty blue eyes ...