1. Bedding the Babysitter Ch 03


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

    said allowing my deepest insecurities to spill out like water when a dam bursts. Karen gave a sympathetic smile as she said, “You know, being popular isn’t all people think it is. It turns you into someone you are not. For example, everyone looks up to me to lead and somehow my persona has turned into one that is often bitchy and arrogant. But…” I looked at her, she had a tear in her eye, “It’s ok,” I said, my hand going on her leg as we stopped at a red light. She grabbed my hand, gave it a squeeze, and said, “People only see what they want to see.” I laughed and said, “Isn’t that the truth.” As the light went green, she let go of my hand and said with a smirk, “Don’t think that means I won’t use you as my little submissive.” “I wouldn’t even consider it, Mistress Karen,” I replied. Karen smiled, “I just want you between my legs right now,” she said frustrated, knowing we were not allowed to cum. “I would love nothing more,” I flirted back, with just a slight tone of frustration. I didn’t even know I knew how to flirt. Karen smiled as we pulled up to the school and into the grade 12 parking lot, “Well,” she began, “Are you ready?” “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I said unsure but willing to begin my new life and obey my new mistress. “OK,” Karen said, “Let’s go, my little dyke.” She then opened the door and strode out, and I, after letting out one last sigh of resignation, did the same. Karen came around to my side of the car and handed me her books and I carried them, walking ...
    three feet behind her as all PomPoms did. I felt humiliation burning inside me as I got a plethora of odd looks from the other grade 12s in the parking lot. I looked down, trying to avoid eye contact, as I heard the odd rumbling. Mike, a basketball player, asked Karen, “Who is the new recruit?” Karen smiled, “Don’t you recognize her? This is Jenny Wyatt. She is in our English class.” As Mike looked me up and down like a piece of meat, I tried to show confidence in my new look and gave him a smile. “A grade 12 recruit, nice,” he said. Karen said with an innuendo only I understood, “Yes, she is a real eager beaver.” I am sure my cheeks went a fire red. Finally Karen said, “Let’s go, PomPom.” As we began walking she looked back and must have seen my embarrassment as she, walked over to me and whispered, “Jenny, you are a PomPom girl now. Everybody wants to be a cheerleader. You are now the envy of most girls here and will become the focus of many boys’ late night all alone stroke sessions.” I looked at her confused, “Stroke sessions?” “You really are innocent, aren’t you,” she said with a chuckle, “Stroke sessions, whacking off, beating the stick, cranking the love pump, fist fucking.” Finally the light bulb goes clicks and I say shocked, “Boys will masturbate about me?” “Girls too, I imagine,” she informed me and began walking again. I followed behind her. It was then I saw Sally, my best friend at school, although not someone I did much with out of school. She had a perplexed ...
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