1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles Chapter 3: Felicity, Horny, Little Scholgirl


    Date: 10/29/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Male/Female, Mind Control, School, Spanking, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 33.3, Source: sexstories.com

    The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles by mypenname3000 Copyright 2014 Felicity: Horny, Little Schoolgirl Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. Note: Mary gave her father Felicity to be his slave. Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Wednesday, June 19th, 2013 – Felicity Rye – Tacoma, WA Being a slave was a new experience for me, and I wasn't exactly sure what was required of me. Yesterday, my former Mistress—the beautiful Mary who had taken my virginity that wonderful afternoon when Mark had brought my friend April and me home with him—had given me to her father, Mr. Sullivan, to be his slave. He was a gentle man, and a gentle lover, and last night had been a wonderful experience. But he had left for work an hour ago. He was a teacher at Washington High School and today was the final day of the school year. “Buy yourself some clothes and toiletries,” he had ordered, leaving the keys to his pickup truck and a credit card. Shopping sounded like fun, and the mall would be open soon. I hopped into the pickup truck and nervously drove to the South Hill Mall. I was used to driving my mom's Geo Metro, a tiny car compared to Mr. Sullivan's beast of a truck. But I managed. As I shopped, I wondered if Mr. Sullivan had ever fooled around with one of his students. Given how much he loved my young, nubile body last night, I bet he definitely has wanted to. If he couldn't fuck his own students, then I would be his horny, little schoolgirl. I had watched enough porn to know what he'd want, so I ...
    headed to Hot Topic. There I found the perfect outfit. I just needed to try it on. A surly girl named Becky unlocked the changing room, muttering, “Why did that stupid slut Anne quit. First Lillian and now her. They don't pay me enough to work this early.” “Sorry,” I muttered, giving her a shrug. “Whatev,” she muttered, yawning. “Give a holler if you need any...” Another yawn widened her pouty lips. “...help.” I quickly tried on the outfit, and smiled as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I looked hot! I had a cute face with sparkling, hazel eyes. My long, black hair, gathered in a French braid, fell across my left shoulder, contrasting against the white, low-cut blouse that showed off my nicely-rounded tits. The skirt—pink-and-black tartan, so cute yet so naughty at the same time—was short, barely covering my ass. I bent over, and smiled; I could see the plain, white panties molded to my pussy. Just like the sluts in the pornos. I would need to get some knee high socks, and some nice heels, then Mr. Sullivan's jaw would drop all the way to the floor when he sees me. School was letting out when I arrived at Washington High School. Excited students, thrilled to be done with school for the summer, streamed by. I walked through the halls wearing a light, violet jacket to hide the inappropriateness of my outfit. It wouldn't do to get stopped by some prudish teacher who'd mistaken me for an actual student. Thanks to a helpful boy, I found my way to Mr. Sullivan's classroom. ...
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