1. Bedding the Babysitter Ch 03


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

    take the story and make it all erotic and so forth. Have you read any of her stories on literotica? She goes under the name silkstockinglover.” I recognized the name as I continued to moan, “The name sounds familiar.” Megan then abruptly quit touching my pussy and moved to the bed. “You can read all her stories tonight when you get home. She is one crazy bitch.” I stood there unsure what to do. I finally asked, “Can I please cum, Mistress Megan?” “No,” was all she said. I waited for her to say more but she just stared at me with an unreadable expression on her face. It then turned into a slight smirk. This frustrated me greatly until I finally asked, “Why, Mistress Megan?” “All good things come to those who wait,” she said philosophically. Seeing my confused, frustrated and annoyed expression she added, “You are not allowed to cum until Tuesday. If Karen tries to force you, you tell her you are forbidden.” She paused and then said, “Actually, give me your phone again.” I handed it to her. She hit the speed-dial and after a few seconds she said, “Hi Karen, it is Mistress Megan.” After a couple of seconds she continued, “Neither you nor Jenny are allowed to have an orgasm until I see you two together Tuesday evening, is that understood?” A second later she said, “Goodbye slut,” and handed me back the phone. She then finished, “Don’t worry my sweet, I won’t touch myself until then too.” She walked over kissed me sweetly one last time and said, “You better get going home. ...
    You have school tomorrow.” “Yes, Mistress Megan,” I said, and feeling and depressed, left and returned home. I did not look up the stories Mistress mentioned for fear of them getting me horny. Instead I did my homework, struggling to start that stupid English essay. I didn’t get too far before deciding to just go to bed. It took forever as I often masturbate myself to sleep and I kept wondering what Karen had in store for me tomorrow. I considered so many options, I fantasized about so many more. Yet what happened the next few days was so much sexier, so much dirtier and so much crazier than I could even begin to imagine. ********** MONDAY FEBRUARY 3RD: Being Noticed The day started early as I spent way more time than I usually do getting ready. I wanted to look presentable for Karen. I had on beige thigh highs and with my skirt anyone could see what I was wearing. I was surprised, the first of many the next week, when Karen appeared in my doorway a few minutes before eight. She was wearing her usual cheerleading outfit, the only girls who were allowed to not wear the school uniform, and dark beige thigh highs, the lace tops in clear view, were the cheerleaders. The red and white school colours were brought more to life with the dark beige stockings. She said, without any sort of greeting, “Take off the skirt, I have your new outfit.” She handed me a bag. I opened the bag and saw the cheerleader’s red skirt and the usual tight white t-shirt, with red arms, that had the word ...
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