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

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

... right on the edge, “please!” For a moment, everything was silent save for my racing, whistling breath. Then the slow click-clack of heels filled the air and I watched Kaila, beautiful, chocolate-skinned Kaila, approach us from the back of the classroom, a cruel smirk on her lips. I looked at Cordelia, hoping to find some explanation of what was going to happen, but her expression was unreadable. For a moment, I almost thought I saw something like regret in her eyes, but then the moment was gone and Kaila, wearing an elegant dark brown mini dress with glittering seams, stood in front of me. A look passed between them, telling me that everything up now had been choreographed. I was letting them play me like a violin, but there was nothing I could do. There never had been. “Whatever happens, don’t move. Keep still and smile, for me.” Cordelia’s words were soft, but her message wasn’t. I yelped when a small crack sounded and I felt the impact of a hand on my right breast, so unexpected that it almost turned me around. A moment later, a burning ache shot through my poor breast. Another crack echoed in the silent room, and I yelped again, the burning, hot pain now symmetric. “Owww,” I complained, but I fought to keep from trying to protect my body from Kaila’s slaps, honoring Cordelia’s request. “Why?” “Because we can.” Kaila’s voice dripped with glee. Soon, one swat fell after the other, making my breasts bounce and burn. Humiliation washed over me with each one, and the stinging ...

... built steadily up until I felt tears leak down my cheeks. My breasts started to feel swollen, but Kaila didn’t stop, filling the air with rhythmic slaps. I was whimpering, reduced to nothing but a receptacle for Kaila’s cruel ministrations, and what I hated most was that each burning slap travelled downward and mixed with the moist heat in my pussy. Finally, she stopped. I had lost sight of Cordelia, but I had no time to look for her, because Kaila’s finger now buried itself deeply in my pussy. “Do you want to come, slut?” she asked. “Please!” I whimpered, jerking my hips forward. A bright flash went off and almost blinded me. I looked to the side, blinked away the blurry moisture in my eyes and gasped anew. To my left, next to Cordelia and obviously let into the room by her, stood my hated co-teacher Melinda, an expensive camera pointed at me and grinning like the cat who ate the canary. “Oh god,” I whimpered. “God won’t save you,” she replied with a smirk. “You have no idea what this really is about, do you?” I shook my head, thrown for a loop, not understanding what she meant. Kaila wiggled her finger inside me. “You remember Selena, the teaching intern whom you promised to write a letter of recommendation?” “Yes?” I said, my mind abuzz. Selena. I had promised to do that last term, but I had completely forgotten about it. I hadn’t heard from her again, but now a stab of guilt shot through my heart. She had been good at teaching and dedicated. Lively, beautiful, chocolate ...