Dressing for work this morning, took on an unusual insanity. Emma had vacillated between dressing for her new sexual self, dressing to look professional, dressing conservatively to hide who she had become, or dressing to attract her friend Julee.

The revelation that Julee, her best friend and elder mentor at school, was a dominant in a secret kink world was fascinating and frightening in equal measures. Which is probably why Emma could not stop thinking about it...

and changed her lingerie set...

twice.

She had asked Matt the truth about why he had chosen her as his new submissive and he told her it was Julee's suggestion. First stunned, she then wanted to know everything. He said he would answer no more questions that she would have to find out for herself.

Well, the questions made a long list. Was I manipulated? Did Julee know about Matt or is this another power-play of his I have to navigate? Does Julee want to control me like he does?

Do I want her to? (She shivered at this thought.)

And the most confusing: Do I want her sexually?

Emma recalled dabbles in same sex attraction a few times in her younger days. Most notably on a spring break family vacation (she internally rolled her eyes at the cliché) when she was seventeen with an exotic girl in Mexico.

She had always found Julee exceptionally attractive. The woman knew how to dress her killer MILF curves and how to move them. Now Emma was wondering if that was just slow seduction on her friend’s part.

Emma finally chose a relatively pale pink print dress. Modest in that it went past her knees and was a fairly loose and full skirt. However, the belt she chose was wide and burgundy colored with a big buckle. When she cinched it around her waist it evoked a corset, her bust becoming the headline attraction. The neckline was loose enough that if she pulled it down slightly, a touch of her C cup cleavage would show. That would be an adjustment she would make depending on how things went. Burgundy heels that were practical yet attractive completed the outfit.

One last glance in the mirror showed her red hair pulled back with a lovely barrette allowing it to flow down her back. Her make up was enough to enhance her natural highlights, and the green blend on her eyelid made her natural iris hue lead the observer to think of jade. She looked herself in the eyes as if trying to pump herself up for a job interview. Emma took a cleansing breath.

Arriving at school she decided to forgo her teacher’s workroom coffee grab and mail check as she wanted to prepare in her room for her inevitable conversation. No doubt Sir, um, Matt had called Julee about his reveal. Perhaps it was even planned.

She was working on a program on her smart board for her trig classes when she heard the familiar click and stride of the approaching signature heels. Normally this would engender a comfortable excitement at seeing her and exchanging some anecdotes or advice. Today it caused her heart to race, her palms to sweat, and OMG, her pussy to flutter and drip.

"Sooo? How was the weekend with Master Daddy?" Julee inquired coming in with two cups of coffee.

"Getting right to it are we?" Emma responded trying to sound as normal as possible as she stepped over and took the mug. The heat of the coffee on her fingers was nothing like that in her bloodstream. Her face felt like it was crimson.

Julee did not disappoint in a black and white pinstripe pants and vest that hugged everything correctly. Under it she wore a white blouse that opened just enough to keep the boys' attention. Her blonde hair was in an impeccable ponytail, her dark brown roots strikingly crowned her forehead. Her black heels were perfect.

Emma’s eyes worked up from them pausing at those amazing DD breasts. Julee snapped her fingers playfully. “Yo! I’m up here!”

Emma shook her head, blushing even more if that was possible.

“Not that I blame you for ogling. The girls look good in stripes.”

Emma stuck her tongue out at her friend and turned to head back to her desk. 'They look good in everything," she thought.

Her body flushed even warmer. This coffee wasn’t going to do it. She needed a stiff cold liter of water.

The combination of her curious, feminine attraction and knowing Julee was a dominant made her feel strangely helpless. She was not sure that bothered her.

“Well, Emma, do I get a report from you, or do I have to call him?”

That question was too perfect a lead-in for Emma to ignore. She took a big swig from her Yeti bottle and turned to see that Julee was closer than she thought. The bombshell was sipping her coffee with her beautiful full lips in a playful smile.

“No, you don’t have to call him. Although that shouldn’t be a new thing for you, should it?”

An honest surprise flashed across Julee's usually confident face. So, Matt had told her. Would have been nice if the bastard had given her a heads up.

“Oh, I see." She set down her coffee. "Master Daddy spilled the beans, did he?”

Emma failed at not reacting. Julee stepped closer. Her voice was quieter, lower in pitch giving it the right amount of seductive curiosity.

“What exactly did he tell you?”

“He said, um, he said that you….” She faltered as her friend was magically inches away now, and smelling incredible.

“He said you and he were in a club of some kind and that it’s, it’s a, you know…”

Julee had thought about this moment many times: her worlds colliding. Her secret sex club life could not interfere with her teaching career. If she handled this incorrectly, both could fall apart. She stepped back a little bit and leaned on a student desk.

Emma sighed.

Julee responded, "Yes. I do know."

Then she looked to the hallway as if to make sure no one was listening. Then to the floor as a perfectly manicured fingernail ran along the tip of her coffee mug. “I belong to a club of people who enjoy a certain sexual lifestyle. There are hundreds of thousands of us on the planet, and it is growing in acceptance in what would be called the real world for many.” She held for introspection. “For me, that is the real world.”

Emma’s heart was racing. She knew her friend well and this was a vulnerable moment for the otherwise well put together woman.

“I’ve been doing this for fifteen years Emma. When I first started, I was like you. A submissive, curious, newly divorced mom of two wanting to be her best... wanting to give pleasure to others. I soon found out that I much preferred being the controller.”

She paused and turned her head to look sideways at her beautiful young friend who seemed on the verge of implosion. She smiled a wicked smile, knowing that her red lipstick looked pretty lustrous right now.

“I’m sure it is no surprise that telling people what to do gives me a euphoric buzz. And honestly…” She paused for a moment then stood and advanced on her friend.

One click, two clicks, three clicks.

“…the wardrobe is fabulous.”

Emma nearly choked as she could not help but laugh at the completely unexpected statement. She composed herself and looked down as one or two more laughs leaked out. “Sorry, you’re just so funny all the time…sorry..”

Julee set down her mug, paused for a moment then took a deep breath. “I tell you what, I promise to answer any questions that you have. Just not here, just not now. I don’t have anything this evening. We can meet somewhere neutral; coffee shop, restaurant whatever you think best for this conversation.”

Emma gulped and nodded her head as if to accept Julee's proposal. Her heart was calming down, but the tingle in her nipples and the quivers in her pussy were doing nothing of the sort. It didn’t help that Julie was now assessing Emma's look as she always did, but today there was a little bit of predator involved.

Emma held her breath.

Julee continued. “There are undoubtedly things you have questions about. For now, hear this. I love what I do during the day just as much as I love what I do during the night. Those two things have never mixed before this moment.” Her voice was serious and direct. One of the things Emma admired about her was her ability to switch from fun to professional in a heartbeat.

“I am very good at both. And I am well respected in both communities for being a firm instructor.”

Emma looked up at her and saw a fire burning in Julee’s eyes. There was no innuendo whatsoever.

The newly liberated sexual being that Matt had under his control, suddenly had visions of glorious, despicable, perverted, satisfying, sexual acts of domination being performed by her good friend in sexy black lingerie. This nearly caused her to have an orgasm just standing there. Her body shivered for a moment, and she grabbed her desk in embarrassment.

Noting Emma's reaction, Julee's eyebrow went up just a touch. A small smile blinked at the corner or her mouth. Her voice was quieter. “My, my, my, kid; hope you're all right. Perhaps you’d like to sit?”

Emma shook her head, and her eyes looked down. Unfortunately, landing on the V at the apex of those pinstriped thighs. She wondered what her friend’s pussy looked like and what it tasted like.

Oh my God, Stop!

Julee's voice was low as if trying not to break a spell. “I did indeed recommend you to Matt. Once I discovered that Eric was his son the match seemed absolutely perfect. Little did I know that Matt already had a plan. And from what he’s told me and shown me, oh yes, darling always assume there’s video, you are quite good. In fact, one of the best he’s ever had.”

Her hands were up as she surveyed Emma's neckline with her long nails. It sent a shiver down the math teacher's spine and back up to her nipples. Julee gently pulled the fabric down a bit to reveal the very start of Emma's cleavage.

"Much better. Let these lovelies have their due. Grab the boys' and girls' attention." She followed the statement with her trademark naughty wink and Emma relaxed just a touch at its familiarity.

With that, the tall blonde grabbed her coffee and clicked away, leaving Emma with one more comment at the doorway, “We can talk about what’s next tonight.”

Emma let out her breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. She pressed her thighs together in a futile attempt to quash her intense arousal. With all of the thoughts in a tornado in her brain, the strangest one rose to the perimeter making her smile. "She likes my boobs."

***

The school day went as "normally" as possible despite Emma essentially edging through it. She never put the neckline of her dress back up in a subconscious effort to dissipate her sexiness. A few of her favorite students told her she looked good today, and seventeen-ear-old fashion expert Hannah Carver told her her dress was "hot." The statement made Emma blush and say a quiet "thank you" to the sexy young black girl who winked as she left.

Her end of the day plan period helped to reestablish some control. That cracked some when she received a text from Matt. How he had known her daily schedule and habits now suddenly making sense.

I assume she confirmed.

Ema replied, Yes

Good. Go to the corner of your room and masturbate. Take a selfie when you cum. send it to me

She knew better than to disobey. But her classroom? That was new. And ever since this started it was to be her one place that she never...

Yes, Sir

She thought about just taking the picture. Afterall, as turned on as her cunt was, she was sure its current state looked freshly satisfied. And not jilling off until home would remove the risks of making noise and filling the room with her sex scents.

On the other hand, now that she knew about Julee, she imagined her mentor reporting to Sir she had faked it.

Paranoia? Perhaps, but why take a chance. Besides, she needed to CUM BADLY!

Turning off the lights and locking the door, she went to the far corner and opened her storage closet. She reached under her skirt and dragged down the washrag her pink thong had turned into. It actually made a wet noise as it peeled away.

Emma sighed, "Fuck me...god..."

She then gathered her dress' skirt and sat on the corner of a storage bin of geometry manipulatives.

Her phone in her left hand ready to record the moment she ran her right fingers up her thigh gathering her wet that had run down it. She brought them to her mouth and savored them clean. She loved her own flavor as much as Sir did.

She lifted her right leg up. Her right hand came from underneath to take her to her destination. Sliding her middle digit up her plump petals she shook and emitted a pulsing, "mm...mm...mm.." She was about to snap the shot but decided she deserved something more spectacular having been on the verge all fucking day. Fuck it, time to cum.

In the vein of “if it ain't broke don't fix it” she took to the classic configuration: two middle digits sliding into and churning her drooling hole while the others pinched her folds together. Her index finger then pressed into her turgid nub, and she felt the wondrous ecstasy begin to boil up.

“Ohh fuuuuck ohhhhhh yesss!”

Ragged, open mouth breathing and ringing in her ears accompanied the rush of energy toward her core. Louder than she liked, her squishing cunt lather sloshed about, leaving a puddle on the tile floor. This one was huge.

Her finger fuck was frantic. Her mind was frenzied with images.

Julee was bi-sexual.

OHH FUUUCK

Julee was a dom.

Sooooo CLOSSSSSe!!

Julee was fucking ho- “AHHHHHTTT!! OoooOOOO NNNNghhhhhh….!”

Her eyes slammed shut as her mind went white.

Ever since meeting Matt, Emma had been reading about sex, orgasms, anything she could absorb. She was well aware that no two orgasms were alike. And in this moment, she agreed that nothing could ever match this again.

From toes to the top of her head, her body convulsed. She bit her bottom lip, trying to keep her voice muffled as much as possible. She literally felt every nerve light up and pleasure cascade through her body like ripples on the lake when a boulder is tossed into it. It was explosive, energized, and beyond ecstatic.

A second wave started when she remembered to take the picture.

With an effort that was nearly heroic, her body shook as she pointed her phone and clicked several times to make sure she got the shot. Then she dropped it on the floor so her left hand could slam into her left breast and squeeze her nipple as hard as she could take.

The third scorching wave was finally the last one and the orgasm began its slow echoes of ecstasy.

She gradually became aware of her surroundings, and especially the wetness between her legs. She had not thought to bunch her dress completely above her waist. She was sure the back of it would have a large wet stain.

She let go of her breast and used her left hand to push herself back into a straighter position. She looked down and reluctantly removed her hand, noting that her explosive nectar had coated her past her wrist. She stared at it in wonder. The salacious scent was intoxicating, the pulsing of her pussy was powerful, and the desire for more was awakened.

Her left hand held her forehead as she tried to regulate her breathing and settle her thoughts. Instinctively, she put her right hand to her mouth and began to lick and suck it clean. It was practical and pungently delicious.

“Jesus, Emma,” barely grumbled out in admonishment.

She wished she had thought ahead and brought a towel or at least some paper towels with her, but alas, there had been no stopping her need.

She stood on wobbly legs and headed back into her room. The skirt portion of her dress fell, hiding the evidence of her reckless masturbation. Well, at least mostly. She pulled the back of it up and cranked her head around.

She half chuckled quietly saying, “Damn, girl…”

The wet mark was obvious. She would have to do some quick cleanup and reconfiguring of pleats to hide the obvious.

A bottle of spray cleaner, hand wipes, and a two-inch stack of paper towels later she stood at the staff bathroom mirror. Grateful to be alone, she fixed her hair and face; anyone with half a brain would have known what had happened. Practical, professional Emma was returning and hoping to be out of the building as soon as the bell rang.

Her eyes went wide when she realized she had not sent the pictures yet. She quickly tapped her phone. She moaned softly and took in a shaky breath as she looked through the images of her pussy that looked like it had exploded. Wet, red and swollen it was exceptionally erotic. She took a deep breath as her body began to ready itself for more. She shook her head in an attempt to dissipate the desire, and sent off the three pics she thought were the best.

Before she could finish drying her hands, she got a notification.

Exquisite. Well done slut

Despite the ridiculousness of the moment, she could not help but feel a warmth and comfort at his positive feedback. No matter what happened between her and Julee, she could not see herself ever denying him.

Thank you, Sir. It was wonderful

Feeling a bit buoyant, she began to pack her bag, preparing for a hasty exit. Soon she stood at her door and did her hall monitoring as best as possible, saying goodbye to several of her friendly students wishing them a good evening. As the stream of stampeding teens turned into a trickle, she turned and headed back inside. A sweet female voice stopped her.

"'Night Miss G." It was Hannah Carver giving a million-watt smile that hit Emma in a confusing place. The girl walked away backwards then blushed a bit and headed out the doors, her delightfully firm ass shaking a bit.

Emma's heart fluttered. This could potentially be a problem...

Her legs were still not 100% and she faltered slightly picking up her bag, bottle, and keys. She turned to leave and let out a surprise breath at seeing the pinstriped form of her best friend and new sexual crush filling her doorway.

“Oh, hey, Jules…” the nonchalance was ridiculous but all she could muster at this moment.

Julee snickered, “Someone's in a hurry today.”

“Yes, it’s been a crazy day as I’m sure you already know.”

Julee closed the door behind her and tapped her phone. She turned it towards the twenty-five-year-old. The older woman smiled slightly as the younger woman blanched.

“Crazy hot, looks like to me.”

It was the cum shot she had sent Matt. Of course he sent it to her.

She took a deep breath, closer her eyes and said softly and matter-of-factly, “It was a direct order from him. I could not say no.”

Julee put her phone in her pocket and laughed softly. “No, you can’t. And that is a beautiful thing, isn’t it? Look Emma, we will talk tonight, and I will seriously answer any question you have. Right now, you need to know something.” She stepped towards the corner of the room, stopping at the edge of the worktop counter. She unfastened then pulled down the zipper on her tight pants and without losing eye contact slid them down to mid-thigh. She had on a black thong with Lacey edges that made Emma shudder with arousal.

“I need you to take care of me. Now.”

Julee did a classic curl of her long, left index finger and a dazed Emma dropped her things and walked towards her in a trance.

No more words were spoken. Emma had no choice, and didn’t really want one. What she wanted was to suck her mentor’s pussy.

She crouched and without hesitation, slid her hands up Julee ‘s white and firm thighs. The older woman moaned softly. Emma lifted the wet band of the nearly useless panties and gasped at the glory of Julee‘s exceptionally long and fully swollen vulva.

This was no time to be delicate or to get lost in process. Primal energy was needed and welcomed. Her mouth wide open she sucked Julee's luscious labia into her mouth. The taste was inspiring. As if she hadn’t eaten in days, she ravished the older woman's sex. Lips were pulled, clit was sucked, and fingers found their way inside.

Emma moaned and turned her mouth just enough to emit a squishy, "sooo goood.." before going back to eating.

Julee's long fingers ran through Emma’s hair. She held her head tight to her.

"Yes, little slut just like that. MMMM -Oh he was right - you are very talented. Oh God, right there!"

Julee was shaking, her hips gyrating as if trying to swirl all of her cunt on all of Emma’s face. Emma welcomed the aggression and just held still, her tongue and lips wet and wide to serve this gorgeous woman.

Climax unsurprisingly arrived quickly as Julee had been almost as aroused as Emma earlier! Julee stiffened and held Emma's head tight, neither one of them moving. Emma was desperate to breathe, but more desperate to feel Julee orgasm in her mouth. And orgasm she did.

Womanly nectar rushed out and covered her chin and mouth.

“FUUUUcccck yesss!” Julee choked out trying to control her volume.

Emma lapped and swallowed, trying to not let any escape and make a new mess.

After twenty seconds of sweet release, Julee let go of Emma who fell back on her heels gasping for breath. She was a gorgeous mess. Any progress towards face and hair recovery after her own explosive orgasm an hour ago, vanished. This girl would need a good bit of tidying up.

Julee regained her composure and pulled her trousers back up zipping and hooking. She ran her hands down her outfit as if smoothing away anything that had happened. Shaking her head slightly, she looked down at the desperate and confused redhead.

“Well done, slut. Wait for my text. I’ll see you this evening.”

Emma sat on the floor, shivering and panting, more confused and turned on than ever in her entire life.

The only sound louder than her own heartbeat was the click, click, click of heels as they walked away.

Thanks for reading. If you liked it, please hit the heart. You really liked it Star. As always, feel free to leave a comment. I try to respond to all of them.

Matt

Emma and her handlers will return in Emma Needs Them Both: part five