1. Bedding the Babysitter Ch 04


    Date: 7/11/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Female / Girl, Lesbian, School, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 88.5, Source: sexstories.com

    there is one key rule to submission. Never, ever, please and tell.” Miss Morgan laughed and then caught herself. Her smile faded and a serious facade replaced it. “This can’t happen Jenny. I am your teacher.” “If that is how you feel, Miss Morgan, I will respect that,” I responded. “But, before you reject me, keep in mind I will never tell. I will be your perfect little pet. You know that I always strive to do the best at everything I do.” I slipped my foot out of my shoe and allowed my foot to slide up my teacher’s leg. This startled her, but as I hoped, she did not move away or ask me to stop. Instead, she asked, already wavering, “But what if someone finds out?” “No one will, Miss Morgan,” I assured her, “Plus we are both consenting adults, free to ravish each other in any and every way imaginable.” A second gasp and a flush of red escaped Miss Morgan while she tried to deal with her conflicting emotions. Attempting to push the envelope, aggressive even for me, I offered, “If you wish me to show my true loyalty to you Miss Morgan, I will crawl under the table and please you right here, right now.” “Oh Jenny,” she said, flushed, “Stop that.” “Am I making you wet?” I queried, teasingly. She didn’t answer as I allowed my foot to slide up a bit more, now under her dress. “Please,” she whispered. “Please what?” I asked. “Not here,” she got out. I reached for my purse and pulled out a piece of paper. I asked, confident I was right, “When you were chatting with me the other day ...
    you said you couldn’t stop thinking of a certain student. It was me, wasn’t it?” “Yes,” Miss Morgan answered, not making eye contact with me. “And,” I began before pausing for dramatic effect, “you said and I quote you ‘I want to take you home and use you as my personal sex slave’”. “Oh my God,” she blurted, looking up, “Did I really say that?” I handed her the transcript of our chat. She reread the entire conversation before finally speaking. “Ok Jenny, I did say that, but it was role play and I had no idea I was talking to an actual student.” My foot moved to within an inch of her pussy. Inside I was confident I had won. "Can we go back to your place?" When Miss Morgan didn’t answer, I moved my foot so it was touching her panty-covered crotch. "I, um, we can't, we just can't." To my surprise, she stood up and apologized, "Sorry, Jenny, I just can't do this." Before I could respond, Miss Morgan hastily made her retreat. After she left, I finished my coffee, contemplating what went wrong. After a couple of weeks of living a very charmed life, I guess I was bound to fail. I texted Karen and told her of my epic failure. She didn't immediately respond, so I finished my coffee and went to the bookstore, my personal solitude whenever I was feeling down. I went to the teen section and browsed the new titles. There is just something so exciting about holding a book in your hand. Looking at the cover, reading the brief summary on the back or inside the book jacket, and reading other ...