Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Bedding The Babysitter: Ep33

THURSDAY FEBRUARY 6th: An aggressive approach to Miss Morgan

Routine had settled into my exciting new life. I dressed in my usual outfit, today with black thigh highs, Karen picked me up, we got to school, people checked me out and my pussy was constantly on fire just like it always was these days. As Karen had predicted, thigh high stockings had become the new rave and at least fifty girls plus the cheerleaders were wearing them today. I smiled as I realized I was either to blame or to be given credit for such a sexy new trend. The day was normal, well my new normal, until after lunch. Sally and Eleanor were in class and both girls were wearing minis with thigh high stockings. Seeing the two shyest girls in school (last week we had been the three shyest girls in school), seeing them dressed so provocatively was both baffling and a turn-on. I complimented them on their outfits and they both blushed like the schoolgirl virgins they were. Near the end of class I told her, "Sally, you're very pretty and you have that gorgeous long hair. Yet you wear it in a very unattractive bun every day. Tomorrow you should let it down."

Sally was surprised, "You think so?"

I purred, flirting with her just a tad, "I know so, gorgeous."

Sally blushed as I next looked over at Eleanor and said, "And you, Eleanor: you're pretty too. You need to wear some make-up, especially some bright lipstick to showcase your luscious lips."

She replied, embarrassed by the compliment, "My Mom won't let me wear any."

I wasn't fazed; "No problem. Be here by 8:30 tomorrow and I'll give you a makeover."

"OK, thanks," Eleanor said with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

The bell rang so I said, "See you tomorrow, hotties."

I left and headed to meet Karen. She grabbed my arm and told me, "Today I plan to have some fun."

gave her a sceptical and nervous

for the bathroom," she explained, "You need to wait a minute and ask to

face went white as I realized what

and I reached the classroom before I could really respond, but she added sternly, "Do

a teacher while she's teaching. I was just starting to relax when with twenty minutes left, Miss Morgan gave us some time to begin a reflection she was assigning. The topic was simplistic, 'What key moment in time has defined who you are?' I gave a slight smirk as I already knew what

desk, Karen raised her hand and

two together but I doubt it, before excusing me to go as well. As soon as I left the room I scurried to the nearby bathroom. A stall was open and I joined Karen in there. She didn't say a word, just lifted up her skirt and of course I

herself and left me behind in the washroom. I looked in the mirror, it wasn't too obvious I thought, and began to leave just as two other girls entered the bathroom so I averted

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When I looked up a few minutes later, Miss Morgan was looking at me. I smiled at her and then resumed my work. As I continued, Karen crept up and whispered in my

returned to her desk. The bell was about to ring and I pondered how to satisfy this demand.

asked, "What is

I just would like you to

as she stood up to come

finished so far, and requested, "Can you please read this and give

and sitting down right beside me. She leaned over the paper (and close to my face) and read it silently for a minute. I waited patiently, the distinct smell of Karen's cunt wafting off my face. I don't know if she knew what the smell was, but she did notice something and gave me a peculiar look as she finished. She laid the paper on my desk, her nostrils just inches away from

making sure my knee was now 'just happening to be' resting

good," she began, struggling to maintain her persona as disinterested mentor rather than the role I was thrusting on her of emotionally vulnerable confidant. "But you don't have a topic sentence in your second paragraph and you need some elaboration to illustrate your