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Cordelia's Feet 9 - The Queen Bee's Deceit

... the slick evidence of my desires to the camera, and they showed me licking my own juices from Monica’s fingers, who was dressed - or undressed - as a cat-girl. Every minute of my depravity was recorded on camera in sparkling detail. Shame rolled in waves over me, and I wanted to hate myself, but yet, I couldn’t, because seeing these moments brought them back into my mind and unleashed my desires in full force. I caught myself rubbing my crotch furiously through my skirt and pulled my hand away as if burned. “Oh god,” I whimpered and felt thrown around inside my own body, but then another moment of clarity set in. “How?” I whispered. How had these photos been taken? I hadn’t seen a camera anywhere. “An expensive zoom lense and a friend with very steady hands.” My whole body stiffened when the whisper tickled my ear. For a moment, I thought I might have imagined it, but then soft, strong fingers gripped my shoulders and a shuddering breath was pushed from my chest. “Cordelia!” I whispered her name, full of accusation and barely contained arousal. Then my eyes roamed to the clock, and I gasped. “Please,” I begged, “class will start soon.” I reached out to pick up the photos strewn all over my desk, but her hand wrapped around my wrist. “Leave these,” she ordered softly, “we’ll need them later.” “No!” I protested. “We can’t do this…” I had wanted to say, ‘at school,’ but wet, warm lips wrapped over my collarbone and gently sucked, and I lost my train of thought. “Do you love me?” ...

... she whispered, not paying any heed to my words, and her hands roamed down my front and rubbed over my breasts with their hard nipples, setting them ablaze. I couldn’t lie to her. “Yes, Cordelia,” I gasped and threw back my head. “How much?” Her tongue licked up my neck and tickled that sensitive spot right next to my ear. “More than anything in the world.” Her teeth closed over a patch of my skin and she softly bit down, tugging, teasing, and my breath came in short bursts. She let go with her teeth. “Today, you’ll get to prove it.” Suddenly, her hands were gone, and I let out a tiny whimper of need, but it got stuck in my throat when I heard hurried steps approach. Already, Cordelia’s classmates filed into the room, talking animatedly and flopping down in their seats. I looked at her from the corner of my eyes, and thankfully, she was slowly walking away and to her own desk. I had no idea how I could face teaching today. I was a total mess. My breathing slowly went back to normal while I waited for everyone to arrive and take their seats. Finally, after a good ten minutes, I stood up, praying that the girls closest wouldn’t get nosy and try to glimpse my photos, and went to close the door. Without conscious thought, I locked it. “Good morning, class,” I greeted them as usual. “Today…” “Today, we will talk about libertinism once more,” Cordelia’s voice, louder and stronger than mine, declared, and she slowly stood up. There were a few startled looks my way, but then all eyes ...