A moment of contemplation before more degradation

As you lay bent over the couch with Becky’s nails lightly grazing your back while she contemplates what she wants to do with you next, you take a moment to ask yourself how this girl had effectively turned you from her teacher to her little sex toy so easily.

Yet as you lie there looking back at the girl in question you can’t deny that a part of you is enjoying this. That part can’t help but notice her sexy curves that have been toned by years of gymnastics and cheerleading. Her thighs, plenty of which are on display thanks to her short practice shorts, have that sexy, sleek, powerful look that promise to draw whoever is between them in and hold them fast. They end in the graceful curve of her hips that would seem more at home on some exotic belly dancer than a teenage schoolgirl. Her hips flow into a smooth tone core with a stomach that is flat enough to eat off. From there your eyes are drawn up to her most prominent feature, her ample chest. Her round full breasts stand out proudly as she kneels behind you. Despite their size they barely sag even without a bra to support them, and have dark pink areolas caped by eraser sized nipples.

For the first time in your life you find yourself wondering what it would feel like to suck on another woman’s breasts, Becky’s lips and been soft and tasted faintly of pomegranate, probably from lip gloss, and you find yourself wondering what her skin tastes like. The thought makes you lick your lips, which are still coated in your own pussy juice that Becky had smeared on them earlier. The taste reminds you of how her fingers felt inside of you and you shudder in pleasure at the memory.

This doesn’t go unnoticed by your teen mistress, as she looks at you with a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Enjoying the taste of your cunny flavored lip gloss my little cheerslut?’ she inquires with a wicked grin as she follows your gaze, “Or do you see something else you’d like a taste of?” she asks the last in a sexy purr as she leans forward bringing her breasts closer to your face.

Realizing she’s caught you in a moment of weakness you bite the corner of your lip and turn your head trying to hide your blush. “What the fuck is wrong with me? Was I really just fantasizing about sucking on a student’s tits? How did I let this happen?” you think, your thoughts a mixture of shame and arousal. “You didn’t have a choice” a small voice inside you responds sounding excited by the idea.

Meanwhile Becky leans back and takes in the sight of your prone form. “Isn’t it a bit late to be playing shy now Jane?” the desire you hear in her voice making you shudder and moan. “After all here we are in your apartment, I'm topless, and you're practically naked" her hand tugs your panties and shorts that are bunched around your thighs.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm, There's just something about a girl bent over with her panties bunched up around her thighs. Makes even the sweetest, most innocent girl look like a total…..fucking……slut!!"

Becky's words make you burn with shame and arousal. In your mind you imagine the rest of the squad standing around the two of you chanting "slut, slut, slut, slut" cheering Becky on.

“The only thing better”, she says uncuffing one of your hands bringing you back to reality “is watching them crawl like that”.

She takes a handful of your hair and tugs on it, pulling you back into a kneeling position as she stands up. “Now be a good little cheerslut and crawl that tight little ass into the bedroom nice and slow”, she says grinning as she grabs her phone again, “You wouldn’t want the rest of the squad to think you were too eager to eat my pussy, now would you?”

You sit there rubbing your freed wrist and shudder at the implication. Becky obviously means to **** you further by recording you crawling to your room with your shorts and panties around your thighs before having you eat her out. One part of you is strangely excited by this idea, while the rational part of you is screaming at you to get away. “Do you really think turning back is still an option?” The first part asks. “What about the pictures she’s already taken? Even if you were to get away she still has enough to destroy your career. Besides, weren’t you just wondering how she tastes? Hasn’t surrendering control felt good?”

As these thoughts have been running through your head Becky’s patience has begun to wear thin. “Well Jane-slut”, she asks with a hint of annoyance, “are you going to be a good girl and listen to your mistress, or do I have to collar you like a little bitch and walk you in?”