Bedding the Babysitter 2

“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 leaned forward and sucked my finger. I demanded, “Get under this table and eat my pussy now.”
She looked at her friend again, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened as I said, “Now straight girl.”
She paused briefly again, looking around to see if anyone else was watching, which no one really was, and then she got on her knees and crawled between my legs.
Zelda said, “No fucking way.”
Debbie said, “I can’t believe it. We are so fucking the shit out of her after this.”
I smiled to them and said, “She is clearly submissive ladies and,” I began moaning, “she is very gentle.” I moaned again and said, “Debbie, I know you want to taste me too, but I think your straight friend here is going to be down here awhile, so why don’t you clean up Zelda’s face.”

Debbie smiled and said, “That is a great idea,” as she moved to Zelda and kissed her passionately. Debbie broke the kiss and licked her chin, cheeks, retrieving any lingering pussy juice and then returned to kissing her friend. They kissed like high school kids, furious, passionate, and clearly intoxicated by each other.
After a while, with Ophelia getting me close I grabbed her head and started rubbing my pussy up and down all over her face. A second orgasm and a fair amount of juice exploded out of me and all over the so-called straight engaged girl. To my surprise, she kept licking even after I came. I eventually pulled her up and said, “That was very good Ophelia. I may have just saved your life.”
She smiled and said, “I don’t know what came over me.”
“Oh honey,” I smiled, “I do, you have been repressing these desires for years and when the dam breaks, it breaks big.”
Debbie continued, “I can’t believe you have been holding out on me. I am going to fuck the shit out of you tonight.”
Ophelia blushed and said, “Deb, don’t be silly, let’s just pretend it didn’t happen.”

Debbie, with a seriously angry tone said, “Don’t you dare. I am going to fuck you; Zelda is going to fuck you. Understand.”
Ophelia tried to be rational, “But we are best friends.”
Debbie said, “And soon we are going to be lovers too.” She then walked over to her and kissed her. Ophelia while stiff at first, slowly loosened up and began kissing back. Debbie broke the kiss and said, “Zelda, lets go back to your place. We are going to need the toys.”
“Sounds great,” said Zelda.
Ophelia still trying to be rational said, “But I am getting married.”
Debbie smiled, “No one said you were not, but that does not mean we can not have a lot of fun. Plus you don’t want me telling your man that you ate out some random woman at a bar do you?”
“You wouldn’t,” said Ophelia aghast.
“No, I wouldn’t, unless,” she teased.
Ophelia knowing she is defeated and turned on as well said, “Fine, but this is a one time thing.”
“Oh Ophelia, you think that. But after I have given you pleasure that you don’t even now exists, you will be back begging me to fuck you.”
Zelda continued, “After one time, you will be hooked honey. “

Ophelia defeated says nothing as Debbie grabbed her hand and said, “Let’s go baby.” She then looked at me and said, “Thank you.”
I gave her a slight nod and called to Ophelia, Ophelia, come here.”
Ophelia returned to the table and I handed her my soiled panties, “Here is a souvenir to remember me by.”
Ophelia took them and followed her friends back to their table, where they grabbed their purses at their table and exited the bar, assumingly for a night of great pleasure.
I looked at Jenny now and said, “You know what you want to do now don’t you?”
She looked down at the table, but nodded her head.
“Go,” I said.
She looked at me with a look of great trepidation.
“You want me to come with you?”
“Please,” she said with relief.

I stood up and grabbed her hand. We went to the bathroom and as expected there was a woman in the stall on her knees, her black boots clearly visible. Another girl, a pretty blonde, probably 21, was in line as well. I told Jenny, “Go stand in front of the stall. She likes to know girls are waiting for her, plus the line may get longer.”
“But people will know why I am waiting in line.”
“Yes they will,” I agreed matter of factly.
“Won’t they know why I am waiting in line and for who?”
“Yes, anyone who has been here before will assume you are waiting in line to eat Big Rosie.”
“That is so embarrassing.”
“Then don’t do it.”
Jenny considered this for a long time, before she let go of my hand and stood in line behind the blonde.
I walked up to the blonde and said, “Waiting in line for Rosie?”
“Yes,” she said not remotely embarrassed.
“You have done Rosie before?”
“Yes, many times.”

At that moment, Rosie screamed “That’s it Carter, I’m cumming.” We waited for the exit of shame. It was always adorable to see women exit the stall, face dripping with juice, and see their reaction. The stall opened and out came Candace Carter, the TV celebrity. She looked at us, put her head down, and exited the bathroom.
The blonde entered the stall and Jenny moved up slightly.
A couple of older ladies, in their late 40s, came in and saw Jenny in line. One of them said, “Hey little thing, you can come eat me out if you want.”
Jenny blushed.
The woman then moved closer and said, “So, you like eating pussy do you?”
Jenny looked at her and said, “Yes.”
The woman put her hand on her shoulder and said, “Do you want to eat my pussy?”
Jenny said, “Maybe, but not now.”
The woman shrugged and said, “Your loss slut.” Her friend laughed as they went to check their make-up.

A small Asian girl entered the bathroom and walked right behind Jenny. She was so tiny, not even five feet tall. Jenny looked at her, and the Asian instantly put her head down. A minute later Rosie screamed, “Finger fuck me you blonde dyke.”
A pair of drunk girls, probably in their thirties, walked into the bathroom. One jumped on the sink counter and pulled up her skirt and expertly, especially considering how drunk she was, pulled off her panties and tossed them to her friend. The friend pulled out a toy from her purse and shoved it into her friend’s cunt. As I watched this another young girl lined up behind Jenny and the Asian girl. I smiled, that Rosie had it made. The stall door opened and the blonde waked out. She walked up to Jenny and kissed her hard. Jenny was shocked, but did not move away. The blonde then broke the kiss, winked at me and walked out of the bathroom.

Jenny looked at me tentatively and after I gave a slight nod, she went into the stall. As instructed she knocked on the stall door twice and said, “I am a white whore who needs black pussy.”
Rosie said, “Ahhh, I knew you would be back here, come on in my little peeping slut.” Jenny walked into the stall and closed the door. I heard Rosie say, “I love fresh meet. What is your name?”
Jenny answered, “Jenny.”
“Well Jenny, why are you here?”
I walked into the stall beside her and listened.
“I want to eat your pussy.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I saw another girl eat you out earlier and I desperately wished it would be me.”
I stood up on the toilet and said, “Hi Rosie.”
Rosie looked up and said, “Well hi there Megan. Long time no see.”
“Indeed.”
“You wanna watch this little white slut eat me?”
“That I do.”
Rosie looked back at Jenny and said, “Dive in dyke.”

Jenny leaned forward and disappeared between the large woman’s legs. Rosie, who always knew how to put on a show, said, “Oh yeah, slut, lick my wet pussy. “ She grabbed Jenny’s head and pushed it into her soaked cunt. She pulled her back out and said, “So Jenny, how does my cunt taste?”
“Delicious mistress,” Jenny responded.
“Mistress?” Rosie chuckled, “I like that.” Rosie shoved my young slave’s pretty face back into her cunt. Rosie moaned, “Oh yeah, lick me, please your black mistress.” Rosie moaned and then let out a surprise yelp as she said, “Oh yes, you are a dirty white slut, aren’t you. Yes, keep fingering my ass, faster whore, faster.” You could tell Jenny was desperately trying to please Rosie as she licked and fingered the black woman’s large ass at the same time. Rosie screamed, “Aaaahhhhh, fuck, fuck, oh my God, I’m cumming.” Her orgasm was crazy intense as she squeezed her legs against my little slave. I briefly worried that Jenny would suffocate between Rosie’s legs, but Rosie opened her legs just at that moment. Jenny, her face drenched, I mean drenched with cum, stood up and surprised Rosie by moving up and taking Rosie’s large left tit into her mouth. Rosie moaned, “You are a good little lezzie Jenny. Hmmm, yes, bite my nipples.” Rosie then pulled Jenny up and kissed her, this is something I know Rosie seldomly does. She then said, “Whore, you are about to get a special gift. Straddle my face.” Jenny, looked up at me, smiled, and then awkwardly straddled the large woman. Rosie then grabbed Jenny’s ass, moved it forwards, and buried her face into Jenny’s young nectar.

Jenny moaned instantly and begged, “Yes mistress, eat me.” Rosie kept licking and after a couple minutes, she slid a finger into Jenny’s pussy and another into Jenny’s ass and ravished her two holes. Jenny screamed instantly and begged loud enough for the whole world to hear, “Oh yes, fuck me faster, faster, oh my God, yes!!!” Jenny collapsed forward onto Rosie’s face and then moved down and kissed Rosie hard.
Rosie, who seldomly smiles, did as she said, “I expect to see you here again.”
Jenny shook her head and said, “I promise that every time I come here I will wait in line proudly.”

Rosie still smiling said, “Good. Now get out of here, I need to see what other little lesbos want a piece of Rosie.” I left the stall just in time to see Jenny exit the stall of shame. She looked at the Asian girl and said, “Go please her whore.”
The Asian girl looked at her stunned, but went forward and closed the door. Rosie said, “Oh well if it isn’t Asian Annie, back for another taste of black pie.”

I looked and noticed there was over a dozen women in the bathroom watching Jenny. One woman there was the governor Daphne Green. She whispered to a petite purple haired girl (yes it was purple) something and the girl nodded. I looked at the line now that still included the brunette that had arrived just before Jenny went in, but now included three more: a black woman in her thirties, another blonde in her fifties and a clearly pregnant girl in her late 20s. It amazed me, the power Rosie had. I also knew that the next time I was here, I would be getting in line.

I looked back at Jenny who was now talking to the purple haired girl. Jenny walked over to me and said, “Mistress, Governor Daphne Green wants to take me home. Is it ok?”
I smiled and said, “Do you want to go?”
“Very much so,” she said eagerly.
“Well then I am fine with it. I will call your mom and say you are staying the night at my place to babysit, so you can stay the night there if you wish.”
Jenny hugged me and said, “Thank you so much for everything Megan.”
I smiled and hugged her back. I then looked at the governor and then kissed Jenny with tender passion. The kiss lasted minutes and when I broke it, Jenny looked at me memorized.
I smiled and said, “Penny for your thoughts honey.”
She glowed as she said, “I just realized, I love you Megan.”
I smiled and kissed her again and said, “I love you to Jenny. Now go, have fun.”

Jenny left, I winked at our governor who mouthed “Thank you” as she took my young slave’s hand. The girl in purple did not follow, but instead said, “Governor Green told me to come and serve you.”
I chuckled, “I should have known she would. Tell you what, go find another girl to bring home with us and we will leave in a while.”
“Yes mistress,” she said and began to leave.
“Wait,” I said. She instantly stopped and turned around. “What is your name?”
“Brittany,” she said with a smile, “Brittany Green.”
I coughed, shocked for the first time this day. “Your last name is Green?”

She shrugged and said, “Of course, Daphne is my mother,” and then she turned and left.
In stunned silence, I reflected on the day. Jenny would be a cheerleader slut very soon, she would have a great job and a great place to meet other lesbians and now she was going to serve the governor of our glorious state. It was quite a day.
Still really horny, I looked at the line for Big Rosie, I shrugged and walked to the back of the line and waited for my turn.
THE END…for now…

Feel free to leave comments and/or email me your thoughts of the story so far. It was those comments from part one that had me quit working on my other stories and spend every free moment writing this sequel.

Jasmine
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