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Bedding the Babysitter Ch 02

Date: 1/23/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Female / Girl, Lesbian, Voyeurism, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 92.7, Source: sexstories.com

that you did not say no, means you do. Rosie has one of the most delicious pussies you will ever taste. Usually, when the place is really hopping, there will be a line waiting to go into her stall.” “Really?” “Yes.” “Have you ever…um…” “Have I ever been between Rosie’s black legs?” “Yes?” “Oh a few times. Although, I, like her, like to be in charge. So usually, I am the one being eaten out.” “Oh.” I looked over at the two friends and snapped my fingers for both of them to come over. They talked to each other for a bit, clearly discussing whether they should come over. Debbie clearly won the discussion as they both walked over to my table. Before they arrived, I said to Jenny, “The tall one is not a lesbian; want to see if I can get her between my legs.” “Sure, but why would she do it if she is not a lesbian.” “Oh she is curious. I have watched her watching me and others.” The two arrived and I said, “Hi, I am Megan and this is my young slave Jenny.” Debbie said, “Hi, I am Debbie and this is my friend Ophelia.” I smiled, “Ophelia the tragic Hamlet character?” Ophelia sighed, “The one and only.” I continued, “Of course, Ophelia died because of a forbidden love that she couldn’t fulfill.” Ophelia contemplated that and said, “Well, the rejection of her love and her father’s death made her crazy.” “Or,” I toyed, “The fact that she could not have the forbidden joy she so desperately wanted and craved led her to become so obsessed by it that she went crazy.” “Well that is a ... reach,” Ophelia said. “I don’t think so,” I said. “Just a minute, your friend is getting me close.” I put both hands on my table and waited for the orgasm. It took another minute, but a small, but good, orgasm, slightly shook the table. I said, “Zelda, you can come out.” Zelda stood up, my juice all over her lips. She went to wipe it off and I said, “No, no. I have a plan for that.” Zelda stopped. I looked at Ophelia and said, “Zelda here said you were getting married in a couple months.” “Yes,” Ophelia confirmed. “Congratulations.” “Thanks,” Ophelia said. “You’re welcome. Now do you want to know what I think?” “OK,” she said hesitantly. “You are just like the tragic Ophelia.” “How so,” she asked curiously. “You too want some forbidden love.” “Excuse me,” she stated. “I have seen you watching the dance floor, I have seen you watching me and deep down you wished you could have been Zelda. You desperately wanted to be under this table, between my legs, but your conscience prevents you from allowing you to do be the real you.” “I don’t think so, I love my fiancé.” “I am sure you do, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have lesbian tendencies,” I said. “Look at your friend; my juice on her lips. Are you not curious?” “Well, I.” I continued, “Don’t you want to taste it?” “Um, I.” Knowing I have her in the palm of my hand, I slide a finger into my wet pussy and bring it out and extended it just a few inches from her face. “Taste it,” I demanded. She looked at her friends and then at me and ...