Bedding the Babysitter 2

Jenny responded “Sure,” and we both took off our stockings. As Jenny gave me her stockings, I sat down on a soft bench and demanded “Jenny dear, please put the stockings on for me.”
I gave Jenny back her stockings and I lifted up my leg so Jenny could slowly slide on the thigh high mocha stocking. I looked at Karen and saw that she was watching vey intently. Jenny switched legs and put on the second stocking. When she was done, I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I said, “Yes that is much better. “ I looked at Karen and said, “Can you see my panties outline with this dress?”
Karen looked closely and said, “Well if you are really looking I suppose it is slightly noticeable.”
I then said to Jenny, “Honey, come and take off my panties for me.”

Jenny moved towards me as I lifted up my dress. Jenny ever so slowly slid my panties down my legs. Karen’s eyes never looked away from the scene.
“So Karen what do you think? Do I look good enough to eat?”
Karen finally blushed as she responded, “You look radiant?”
“Thanks, but you never really answered my question.”
“Um,” she paused.
“Do I,” I began as I walked closer. “Look good enough” I continued now right in front of her. “To eat,” I finished seductively. I starred into her eyes waiting for an answer.
“Um yes, you look good enough to eat,” she whimpered.

I leaned into her ear and whispered, “Thanks.” I blew hot air into her ear and then went back to the mirror. “This is perfect,” I said. “What do you have for my little Jenny?”
Karen having regained her senses responded, “Of course. I think that if you are going to wear gold, she should probably wear something red.”
“Good call,” I responded. ”You know your fashion sweetie.”
Karen left and I said to Jenny, “I have her horny as hell right now.”
Jenny replied, “I know, my pussy got wet just watching you tease her.”

“Wait until you see what I am going to get her to do next?” I teased as Karen returned with a gorgeous red little number. I grabbed it and said, “Jenny dear, why don’t you go and try this one.”
Jenny grabbed it and went to the change room. I asked Karen, “So I hate to be blunt, but I must ask, are you a lesbian?”
Karen shook her head no as she said, “No, no. I have a boyfriend in college.”
“Oh,” I said, “That is too bad, you are a very pretty woman and my little Jenny would love to be able to please you.”

Before Karen could respond, Jenny came out looking radiant in a sleeveless cocktail dress that just reached her knees. I looked it over and said, “Well this dress clearly needs black stockings.” I grabbed my stockings that were neatly folded on a stool and handed them to Karen. “Would you please put these on for her?”
Karen grabbed the stockings from my hand without question and somewhat awkwardly slid them onto my young slave’s legs. When she was done, Jenny , showing some new found confidence, posed seductively, in the mirror. It was awkward and adorable. It was at this moment that Karen made a stunning revelation as she asked Jenny “Wait a minute, I know you. Don’t you go to my school?”
Jenny, slightly embarrassed and nervous responded, “Yes, we have math together.”
Karen continued, “I am failing that class, me and numbers don’t really go well together.” She paused before continuing, “You look really different all dressed up, I kind of thought of you more as a...”
Karen contemplated the right word choice when I stepped in and said, “Geek?”
Karen shrugged, “Yeah I guess.”

Jenny, surprisingly even me, responded, “Well my mistress decided I needed a makeover.”
“Your mistress?” Karen asked baffled.
“Yes,” Jenny responded.
I broke the awkward moment by saying, “Yes Karen. Jenny is my little slave. And do I have a deal for you.”
Karen still baffled responded, “You do?”
“My little slave here as a crush on you. She would love to go into the change room and eat you and your fellow cheerleader’s pussy wouldn’t you Jenny?”
“Very much so,” responded Jenny a bit eagerly.
I said, “And Karen, she is new to eating pussy, but she is a fast learner.” I moved right in front of her, “Do you want my slave to please you?”
Karen, finally taking it all and gaining back her usual self-confidence, said, “Yes, I would love to have this sweet little geek please me.”

I said, “I thought you might. Why don’t you go and help her get that dress off. Take your time.”
Karen took Jenny’s hand and led her into the change room. After a minute, I heard low soft moans. I waited another minute and then entered the change room. I looked at Karen, with Jenny between her legs, and said, “Karen have you ever ate pussy?”
“Yes,” she responded.
“Good. Do you want to taste my pussy?”
“Very much so,” she responded.

With a bit of awkwardness, I straddled her face and she began licking my pussy as Jenny ate hers. Karen had clearly done this many times before, as she had me getting hot quite quickly. She also kept moaning into my pussy as she was pleased by my little minx. I could tell Jenny had made her cum as a muffled scream vibrated in my pussy. She kept licking me until I demanded, “Finger fuck me too slut.” She obeyed sliding two fingers into my moist hole. This was all it took for me to orgasm as I came all over her fingers and face. I pulled her up and kissed her hard. I broke it and said, “Jenny tell Karen your fantasy.”
Jenny shyly said, “I masturbate myself every night fantasizing about you and your cheerleading friends making me their lesbian slave.”
Karen looked at me and then to Jenny and moved up to her and said, “Oh Jenny, I am going to make that fantasy come true. You will be a great little toy to have at next weekends cheerleading retreat.” She paused before continuing, “We need a trainer for our squad anyways. Do you want to be our trainer?”
“Oh yes,” jenny said.

Karen moved to Jenny and kissed her passionately. Her finger moved down and slid into Jenny’s tight cunt. She pumped it in and out as she continued confidently, “Cum for me slut. “ Jenny moaned as Karen rapidly finger fucked her new slave. Jenny let out a soft scream as she came hard on her dream girl’s finger.
I concluded the hot moment by saying, “All right. I think we got what we came for. Karen if you could ring these two dresses up for me that would be great.”
“Of course maam,” she said as she straightened herself up and left.
I looked at Jenny and said, “So, how was that?”
“Oh thank you mistress. That was so amazing.”
“Your welcome. Get dressed honey, we need to get some shoes for these dresses.”
“How can I ever repay you for all this?”
“Oh honey, the pleasure was all mine. You are a great girl, don’t you ever forget that.”

We both got dressed back into our original clothes, although we both kept on each other’s stockings. I paid for our outfits, gave Karen my card telling her to give me a call sometime, and we headed back to the car.
The next couple hours were uneventful as we bought the shoes we needed, had a nice dinner and had great conversation. I learned that Jenny loved to read and wanted to be an English teacher. She liked 80s movies and 80s music and wished she could be just like Molly Ringwald.

Anyways, after dinner we changed into our cocktail dresses and headed to our final destination of the night. Our last stop was the exclusive, Le Chateau Club, a lesbian only bar that focused on privacy and an upscale clientele. We got in and went to a table near the dance floor.
On the dance floor, a few women, all immaculately dressed, were dancing to some Britney Spears song I could not remember the title for and thought pretty much sucked. Jenny seemed to be watching the dance floor and after a couple minutes the light bulb went on. Jenny looked at me like a little girl and said, “Are we at a gay bar?”
I smiled and said, “Yes we are my dear.”

“Oh,” said Jenny as her gaze returned to the dance floor, where a young pretty redhead was making out with a much older brunette. I allowed Jenny to just watch and become immersed in the sexual culture of the club. As the next half hour went by, the club got more full and the dance floor more soft porn. Women danced, kissed, and caressed each other.
I finally asked Jenny, “Do you see anyone you like?”
Jenny scanned the room and responded, “Everyone here is beautiful.”
“This is where the rich and beautiful come to let loose,” I explained. “See that blonde over there, in the lavender dress.”
Jenny looked at the late 40s woman and said, “Yes, she is very attractive,”
“Do you recognize her?”

Jenny looked again and said, “There is something oddly familiar about her, but I can’t place where I have seen her before.”
“Ever watch the evening news on CTBV?”
“Oh my God, is that Candace Carter,” Jenny said stunned.
“Yes it is, and she is, like you, very submissive. “
“Wow, I can’t believe it.”
“Oh there is more. See that thin, long haired brunette at the bar wearing the dark green skirt and white blouse and green pantyhose?”
Jenny looked over and said “Yes.”
“Does she look familiar?”
“Not really,” jenny responded trying to place her.
“That is the governor of our state, Daphne Green.”
“Oh and she is wearing green, that is funny.”
“She always wears green. She, on the other hand, loves young girls. It is only a matter of time before she comes over and tries to hit on you.”
Jenny shocked said, “Really?”
“Yep, now this place is very unique. This club has backrooms, generous sized washrooms and very comfortable corner tables. You can just dance, you can just watch or you can participate; what are you comfortable with?”

Jenny considered this before saying, “I don’t know. This is really overwhelming.”
I pointed to a table at the back and said, “See that?”
Jenny looked and said, “I don’t see anything, just a woman at a table by herself.”
“Look closer, look under the table.”
“Oh my god, is that a girl under the table eating her out?”
“Yes it is.”
“Wow, you would do that in public,” Jenny said watching the scene from afar.
“Oh you would be surprised. So dear, I just need to know what you are comfortable with. I can protect you from the hunters who are going to attempt to devour you, or I can allow it to happen.”

Jenny looked around and finally said, “Well, why don’t we just see what happens.”
I smiled and laughed, “Oh Jenny darling, I may have created a monster.”
Jenny looked around the club and finally said, “I have to pee.”
I pointed to where the bathrooms are and reminded her “Anything goes in there, so don’t be surprised by what you see or by what you may be asked to do.”
“Um ok,” she said.

Jenny got up, looked at me one last time, and then headed to the washroom. I got up after she left and walked over to three ladies at another table and said, “Hi, you three are all quite attractive. I am not one for small talk, I am horny, my slave is in the bathroom having who knows what happening to her and I need an orgasm. If one of you would be willing to come and eat my delicious pussy, come on over to my table, tell me your name and then get under the table and please me.”
I then turned and walked back to my table. I watched as the three girls were in an animated conversation and after a couple minutes a short, plump, dirty blonde, mid twenties girl in a ugly flower sundress came over to me.
She said, “Hi, my name is Zelda.”
I said, “Hi Zelda you are here to eat my pussy.”
She blushed and said, “Yes.”
“Why did you choose to come?”
“I find you very pretty and I was turned on by your aggressiveness.”
“I see. Have you eaten a lot of pussy before?”
“No, I have only been into girls the last couple months.”
“Have you eaten out your friends?”
“Debbie, the chubby girl in blue, is my girlfriend so yes many times; while Ophelia is actually straight and engaged to be married in a couple months.”
“I see, well why don’t you get to work.”
“Yes maam,” she responded and crawled under the table.

I asked her to take off my panties, which she did, and then I opened my legs and she began licking. Her two friends watched as her friend disappeared under the table. After a couple minutes of licking, Jenny returned to the table and noticed I had a guest.
I said, “It’s ok Jenny, take a seat. How was your bathroom break?”
“Educational,” she responded.
I chuckled, “I thought it may be. What did you see? You were not gone long enough to join in any action where you?”
“No,” she responded, “I walked in and a couple were fixing their make-up and I went and found an open stall. As I sat down, I heard moaning from the stall to my right and realized there was a peephole for me. I decided not to look, but as I went tinkle, I was intoxicated by the moans and the dirty talk. “
“What was said,” I asked.
“Eat my cunt you whore and make me cum you fucking dyke.”

I finished going pee and decided I had to know what they looked like. Curiosity overwhelmed me. As I peaked, I saw a very big black woman with a skinny white woman between her legs. The woman’s breasts were larger than anything I could imagine and I was memorized by them. Her nipples were large and hard and I nearly jumped when she said, “Whore, it looks like some other whore is watching. Look up and let her see your face with my pussy juice all over it.”
The girl looked up and starred right at the peephole. Her face was dripping with juice. She could not have been older than 20, but the sight of her face drenched in pussy juice had me hot. I quickly got up and left. The black woman called out, “Oh honey, you will be back, no one can resist my nectar, when you do come back, knock twice and say, ‘I am a white whore who needs black pussy.’ I quickly washed my hands as I heard her scream ‘I’m cumming slut.’ A couple girls beside me looked at me, but didn’t say anything as I rushed out of there.
I moaned as I said, “That is Big Rosie. She pretty much lives in that stall. You want to go and please her don’t you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well that fact 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.”