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

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

... were on her. I was caught off-guard, and before I could even begin to form a response, she was standing next to me with a wide grin. Her hand reached out, and I watched her finger approach my face in slow motion before it came to rest on my lips. I froze. “Mrs. Wilkins,” she sing-songed, “has volunteered to indulge us in a little practical demonstration of libertinism.” Her index finger softly caressed my lips and made them sparkle, and her smile became so commanding and beautiful - I was caught. Shame settled over me and warmth welled up between my legs. My eyes grew big and pleading, but she gently shook her head and continued speaking to the class. “You see, our teacher explained so eloquently in that lesson how the central, defining point of libertinism is that power is there to be used, and that morale is for the weak.” Her finger prodded at my lips. I tried to press them close, knowing that I couldn’t afford to send even a tiny further signal of submission, but then she leaned so close that I could feel her breath, and she licked her full, rosy lips with her tongue. Her finger slipped inside. Gasps filled the room, and I had to close my eyes. I felt like falling, like tumbling head over heels into an abyss, and everything became surreal. “The weak, that may be those with less money, less rights, or…” She began to move her finger into and out of my mouth, and memories of the times when she had done the same with it coated in my juices or hers assaulted me. I think I ...

... moaned. “...or those with desires so strong that they cannot resist them, so strong that they let the object of their affections do anything they please.” Something pulled on my blouse, fresh gasps suddenly sounded all over the classroom, and I opened my eyes in shock. True enough, Cordelia was slowly unbuttoning it, smiling brightly. “Please,” I whimpered so quiet only she could hear it. “But you need to prove your love,” she whispered back. I almost started to cry in desperation, because the moment her beautiful lips had whispered the word love, a warm rush had enveloped my heart. Then the blouse was completely open and she brushed her cheek against mine, making it prickle with desire. I couldn’t resist her. That tiny, rational part in my mind screamed at me to stop this, as this was going far beyond kinky and into dangerous, existence threatening territory. “Good pet,” she whispered, “you’re so sexy when you’re embarrassed.” My arms slackened and the blouse fluttered to the floor, taking my inhibitions with it. Her arms reached around me and her scent filled my world. When she opened my bra clasp, I didn’t even start to resist. A second later, I was bare chested in front of my class, and my nipples were almost painfully hard. I couldn’t look at all the gleeful, sixteen and seventeen year old faces, but I heard their murmurs, gasps, hollers and whistles. Cordelia’s hands cupped my breasts and this time I couldn’t suppress my moan even the tiniest bit. “Whose are these,” she ...