The sensual shower plus the application of the right creams did not equal “cared for” but actually loved.
Emma could feel the major difference between Sir and Julee as soon as her soft hand applied the first spread of soothing gel on Emma's aching nipples. The evening’s sex club submissive activities had nearly worn her out.
They now lay in Emma’s bed, completely naked, Julee propped up on the headboard and pillows. Emma leaned her back against her friend's and now mistress's torso.
“Now relax, Em. I promised no fucking in the shower, and I kept my word didn’t?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Julee, for now. We’re just friends enjoying each other’s skin and body heat and…affection.”
The redhead tilted her head and looked up at the beautiful blonde. Emma sighed at her bombshell mentor - even with her hair slightly wet post-shower and no makeup, the woman was a knockout.
Julee sensed the admiration in the eyes and smiled sweetly, her lips opening, wet and lusty. The kiss was soft yet ached. There was heat, but it was not burning. There was passion, but it was not desperate.
There was sex, but it was delightfully delayed.
Julee’s hands danced over Emma’s skin, long nails sending goosebumps up and down the sexy redhead. Her nipples weren’t just hard, they were skyscrapers.
Fingers circled each making Emma arch and then grind ass into bald mature vulva. The older woman’s arousal reciprocated painting Emma‘s round and fully recovered ass cheek.
“Relax, Baby…” A soft kiss on the nose elicited a giggle. Julee’s long fingers cupped each breast and gently squeezed. “Relaaaxxx…”
An intake-breath released a soft, gentle, “Oh fuuu…” that trailed off into sweet surrender.
Emma was falling in love with this moment. Perhaps even the woman providing it…
***
Emma woke, half draped over Julee's warm body, her head using one of the blonde's beautiful breasts as a pillow. Emma was tempted to give it a little suck.
The younger woman stared, wondering what Mistress might be dreaming, then blushed slightly when she imagined them in love and living in a — needle scratch!
Good God, girl, get a hold of yourself. She’s your mentor and now your mistress.
Feeling nature's pressure, she carefully slipped off the bed and into the bathroom; partially closing the door as it had a loud latch. She sat and let the stream eke out as she did a body survey. There were marks and bruises but nothing that felt permanent and everything that felt delicious.
"Like the souvenirs?"
"Ah! Julee, what the hell?!" Emma squeezed her legs together and covered her breasts. She looked down at Julee's feet and then slowly up her voluptuous landscape. Her heart skipped and her pee squirted a bit more.
Julee had a wicked grin. "You are so cute. Bit past modesty, aren't we?" She arched an eyebrow of command.
Emma blushed as her ears filled with a rush of air. She slowly unfolded and her eyes locked on Julee's. The blue fire in them made her breath catch and her flow return. The only sounds were its splash and Emma's hammering heartbeat.
"Yes, Pet. Let’s get a little taste. Finger, now.”
Emma was shocked and almost quit her pissing. But the new part of her, the desperate submissive part only wanted to please this woman no matter what the consequence, nor what she considered to be decent and acceptable.
She took her two fingers and put them into the hot stream. It was strangely not disgusting. She brought the dripping digits to her mouth and hesitated. Mistress tilted her head and stared more intensely. Emma immediately licked them clean.
The taste was salty and bitter and corruptive.
“Excellent…” Julee whispered as if she had just witnessed something profound.
Emma went back for more and deflated when Julee turned and headed back into the bedroom. Was that a test?
Of course it was...
***
After breakfast, they departed as if nothing had happened other than that they had a fun night out as work colleagues. There wasn’t even a kiss goodbye, which disappointed the newly minted 'Emma the lovesick lesbian.'
The rest of Saturday, Emma spent doing things around her apartment. Mistress and Sir both ignored her all day. She went to bed feeling empty because she wasn’t sore from being used again. She lay her head on her pillow, wishing one of them were with her. Actually, she found herself preferring the buxom blonde to the well-hung bearded man.
Sunday afternoon, she finally received a text from that new man in her life… The only man in her life.
My house now - you know how to dress
Arriving in nothing but heels, a summer dress, light makeup, and her hair in a messy bun, she was not surprised to find him half-naked sitting on the couch. His throbbing cock stuck straight up through the opening in his trousers. Pre-cum shimmered off the fat head, sending pulses to her puss.
No words were spoken as her dress cascaded to the floor, her nipples quaked, and her cunt sprung a leak. She knelt before her master, comforted to have his cock back in her hands and mouth. It filled her like nothing else ever had. She blushed at the emotional war she had put herself through.
She could have them both, so why prefer one to the other?
"Hmm, you are with me now. She doesn't exist."
She ceased bobbing for a moment, shocked he could read her -
"Ahhhmmfff!"
The painful hair pulling face fuck and subsequent gagging reminded her to whom she belonged. In the moment she had a brief question as to why she ever let him do this to her. The orgasm she had from his glorious cum bath from hair to chin answered.
Gasping with spit, tears and cum dripping off of her face, she was able to honestly say, “Thank you, Sir…”
***
Mondays have a bad reputation that Emma could never understand. She loved teaching so starting a new week with her students was always exciting.
However, having passed a threshold into a new world with Julee, she would have to navigate a school day with sexual tension and leg-shaking desire.
She had purposely chosen her outfit to look just this side of conservative. It was not unattractive. Julee might want to use/see her today. It was a simple pink blouse and a nice pendant necklace. She wore a basic flared skirt that stopped at the knee and a simple pair of flats. Basic, simple...safe?
The weather was a bit warm, so she didn’t even bring a sweater. But during third period, she had a realization perhaps she should have. She was bending over Charles Morton’s desk to explain a problem when the corner of her eye caught Hannah Coleman staring at her cleavage.
Emma glanced down and realized that just enough of the round shape of her left breast could be seen through the gap of her blouse. It was a typical thing any woman with breasts might be concerned about. Yet in the classroom, she had always been hyperaware and did not want to ever have her students distracted by her body.
Feeling Hannah's lusty stare, she then had a moment of clarity: she had previously thought of it as a problem for the boys. With her newfound love for Julee's body, she was now concerned for the emotional and moral well-being of every one of her students.
Fuck that! You like when they look, slut!
Her corrupted conscience did not respect classroom management.
She quickly finished the explanation for Charles and stepped back towards her desk, heart guilty and racing. As she turned to pick up a piece of paper, she glanced back at the young seventeen-year-old African-American beauty. Hannah was looking directly at Emma’s soul, a smile in her copper (bronze?) eyes that made the redhead stop short for a moment and adjust her bra strap.
Jesus, Emma! She’s one of your students!
The rest of the period plodded by uncomfortably as she contradictorily sped through things to cover her arousal.
When the bell rang, she breathed normally and grabbed her water bottle to satisfy a flustered throat.
Her charges filed out, and unfortunately or not, Hannah was the last to go. As she stepped towards the door, Emma was staring down at her desk, trying not to make eye contact.
Then her newly charged sexual self couldn’t help but make oral contact, “Have uh- a great one, Hannah. G-good work today.”
It seemed like an innocuous thing to say, but it had an innuendo laced in that had Hannah's eyes rolling.
What the hell is wrong with you? Emma scolded herself again.
“You too, Miss G. I like your blouse.”
Emma’s head shot up, and her face flushed red. She was sure her eyebrows had met her hairline. The young girl was standing with her hip cocked, her finger running along her own scooped neck of her firmly fitting T-shirt, Her tongue was just barely touching the bottom half of her smile.
Sweet Jesus, you are sexy…
She walked backwards again, like she had that day in the hallway, and disappeared, leaving way too many questions and far too much moisture between the teacher’s legs. Emma breathed a deep sigh and fell back in her chair, covering her eyes with her arm.
“How the fuck…?” She muttered to herself. She did not expect an answer, but it came anyway.
“I’d say hot, wet and extremely energized, based on the way that hot young thang carries herself through the hallways.” Emma sat up straight to see Julee resplendent in a tight, turquoise-colored dress that made her look like the CEO of a company that owned resorts. She looked fabulous in everything. (And out!)
“You heard that?” Hannah, mortified, whispered.
“Plain as day. And you’re right, she is hot for you. Just be careful.”
Julee was closing the door behind her.
“Careful? You don’t actually think I would ever be that stupid?”
Julee took several clicking steps toward Emma, whose pulse raced anew. “Think about where you were just a few months ago, Emma,” the stunning blonde purred. “Back then, you never would have thought you’d be sucking my cunt," (Emma moaned in embarrassment) "or letting me torture you for sexual pleasure. People change as it were…”
Emma was now leaning her elbows against the desk, her hands covering her warming, rosy face. Mistress Julee was close, and her pet had zero resistance in reserve.
Julee's perfume was within striking distance and was beating down Emma's pitiful defenses.
"Have you changed...," the voice was now a whisper, "my little slut?" Julee's hot palm was resting on Emma's shoulder, her index finger lightly playing with the redhead's overactive jugular.
Emma shuddered and her voice came out inevitably ragged, "I th- thought we weren't going to...oh my god...please no..."
"Play at school? We aren't. I am just reminding you of what you are. Now, take a deep breath, warm up those spiking nipples so they shrink some, and go to the ladies room and have a nice cum. That should settle you right down."
Emma looked up and Julee's blue eyes were kind yet kinky. Her own were moist with a lack of control. "Is...is that an order..." she gulped in hope, "Mistress?"
The laugh was warm and welcomed, and Emma chuckled softly in concert. Then Julee's demeanor transformed, and her head made a serpentine to Emma's ear and bit. She yelped and then held still as long manicured fingers slid up her skirt and found her pussy panting in need. Julee plunged the gusset of Emma's soaked thong into her pussy with harsh determination. It was as if she wanted her vagina to choke on it.
She released the ear and venomously spat, "You are fucking right it is. Now go. NOW!"
Emma leapt up and grabbed her purse. She couldn't even look back, especially with her cunt so close to cumming. As she passed the threshold she heard her mentor, friend, and current center of her fuck life, say a soft, "good girl."
She hadn’t noticed a figure dashing around the corner.
In the bathroom, she slammed into the last stall and locked it with one hand, the other already ripping down her useless undergarment. She flopped down and spread her legs; her skirt bunched at her waist. She thought she should pee, but the need was too great. Her fingers found her hole hot and running at full tap.
She plunged two fingers in with a nasty “shlurp” and tossed her head up in a close-eyed gasp of pure ecstasy.
"Ohhh fuuck..." she hissed out to a semi-conscious realization that she didn't check for other occupants.
Fuck it! You need to cum!
Her mind raced with images she couldn’t sort. Julee striking her ass with a flogger, Emma riding Sir, and Hannah! Hannah naked and-!
Several deep plunges, and her second set of fingers pinching and swirling around her swollen pearl, and she was ready in a few seconds. It rose up like a hard orgasm should. Fuck the similes, she thought. This was a woman cumming hard, slut hard. It shook her legs and grabbed her larynx and held it for ransom. Her fingers had never fucked her this fast.
"FFFUUUCK MEEE!" she growled out, ending in a guttural groan. Her body spasmed and her cunt clenched and released several times as if trying to expel her fingers.
Wet was everywhere.
She panted and opened her eyes to find her face flat against the stall wall and the stink of sated pussy pungent and perfect.
Droplets made light splash sounds in the bowl.
She sat up and held her head with her dry hand. She opened her eyes and saw her other hand was soaked and shiny.
In for a penny...
She sucked them clean, moaning softly. She tasted like “well-fucked”.
A deep breath and she made to actually pee when a soft voice came from a few feet away, gently resonating off the metal enclosures.
"That sounded like a good one. Really fucking hot."
Emma froze, her breath ceased, and her heart fluttered like a hummingbird.
"Maybe next time, Miss G, make sure you're alone,” Hannah Carver said softly. "Don't freak, I won't tell. I promise. Oh, and another word of advice?"
Emma was panicking. How did a student get in here?
What the fu-?!
"You and Misses Monroe need to be more careful." The soft laugh was laced with mischief and a touch of naughty street vibe, "Ooo girl - She got you under her heel...Lil Pet." The seventeen-year-old ebony sex dream unlocked the door to the hallway and tossed one more log on Emma's bonfire of panic. "You smell really fucking good. Can't wait to taste you. And I will taste you, Miss G. Believe that."
The door closed with a soft metal thud and Emma's air rushed back into her lungs. Her heart left her ears, and her hands started shaking.
"Ohgodohgodohgod - This is baaaaad!" she muttered as her pee finally released.
Her mind raced. What the hell was she going to do?
As she wiped her dripping pussy, the only thought in her scrambled brain was what the young woman's mouth might feel like. She gasped at the thought, and her overheated body shivered. One thing was crystal clear: she would never be able to teach again.
***
Go home after school. I'll be there as soon as I can
That was not the text Emma expected from Mistress after describing every horrible detail over six messages. She was thankful there was no limit on exclamation points.
Her afternoon had been full autopilot. Her thong was landfill bound in the bathroom trashcan and her cunt had actually gone into stealth mode. Poor puss was purely panicked, Emma surmised.
Luckily, she had evaded Hannah for the rest of the day. But did not leave the parking lot unscathed.
As soon as Emma started her Honda and headed for the exit, she spotted the beauty with a few friends chatting by the bus loading zone.
Oh God! Do not look over here…
Just when she thought she was clear, that gorgeous smile and fiery copper eyes hit her with a sniper seduction. Emma's car jerked and her accelerator roared to life. An orange cone futilely avoided her passenger-side tire. If she had looked back, she would have seen Hannah and her friends pointing and laughing.
Hannah was giddy with satisfaction.
Her phone got a text.
Well, done Junior slut. I’ll see you tonight.
Her teen cunt twitched.
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