1. Bedding the Babysitter Ch 03


    Date: 8/30/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    a second of thought into what cheerleaders do. I had never considered them athletes or skilled, but after watching one practice, my whole respect for them changed. My whole body ached fifteen minutes in and that was just from the stretching. Miss Hopkins, the cheerleading coach, was a slave driver and a complete bitch. She was a perfectly fit, black woman, in her early thirties I would guess, who was pretty much Sue from Glee if you have ever watched it. She yelled, she criticized, and she humiliated all of us. Sweat poured off my whole body by the time the workout was done. The last hour was cheer after cheer and dance move after dance move. I learned I had no memory for the cheers, but I actually caught on to the dances pretty quickly. When practice ended, I was pleasantly surprised to get what I assume passes as a compliment in Miss Hopkins world as she said, “Jenny, you don’t suck as much as I assumed you would.” “Um thanks,” I responded, but she had already begun walking away. I showered and changed and was then asked by Sabrina to give her a neck massage, which she criticized the whole time. I was not massaging hard enough and then I was massaging too hard. I could never get it just right for her. She finally got up and said to me in a condescending tone, “You will never be a real cheerleader.” She then walked away. On the drive home Karen said, “Sabrina will come around. She is not one to accept change or any threat to her perceived power. And she sees you as a ...
    threat.” “Why?” I asked, stunned. “Don’t you see? You are a diamond in the rough.” “What?” “You are smart, cute, sexy, sweet, and I have taken a liking to you,” she said, her right hand dropping to my leg. “In other words, she feels like you may replace her.” She then paused as she moved her hand up my leg and under my skirt. “And she should be worried, because she is right; I hate that bitch.” I gave a soft moan as her finger touched my pussy over my underwear as she drove. As she reached my house she said, “So I think we are going to test a theory tomorrow.” “What theory?” I asked. “That Miss Morgan is a dyke,” she blurted out, her finger tracing my pussy lips through my underwear. “How so?” I moaned. “Wear a pair of heels and throughout class tomorrow, dangle your shoe. Let it fall to the floor. I will watch to see her reactions,” she said as she formulated the plan, her finger still teasing my now extremely damp pussy. I finally said, “Please stop or I will cum.” “So?” she teased. “Mistress Megan said we can’t.” “She would never know,” she whispered her finger putting pressure on my clit. “But I could never lie to her,” I whimpered. “Suit yourself,” Karen said and withdrew her hand from under my skirt. I was disappointed and relieved as I got ready to leave. “What are you going to write your poem about?” “Miss Morgan asked me to write it about how I became a PomPom girl,” I said. “Fuck off,” Karen said shocked. “Seriously, but I have no idea what to write.” “This is perfect,” ...
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