There it was.
The question I was excited to hear… my greatest fantasy… eating out my best friend… suddenly possible.
The question I was terrified to hear… the consequences of eating out my friend risky… it could change everything.
Yet, I answered based on lust, based on being the submissive in my own erotica story, “Yes, Mistress Laura,” I moaned way louder than I meant to, unable to control myself any longer, even as I opened my eyes and looked into hers, “All I need is your permission and I’ll be your pussy munching, cunt licking, submissive slut. Just say the word.”
“Do it!” Laura ordered, surprising me, her voice firm and dominant.
“N-n-now?” I questioned, my second orgasm so close I could taste it… as she moved her hand away and shut off the egg inside me.
The seat belt sign turned off just as she repeated, “Yes, now.”
I looked at Angela who was staring in awe, nodding encouragingly at me as our eyes met, as I tried to come to grips with the fantasy becoming reality… yet the risk of being caught in an airliner was huge.
Laura added, turning the egg back on low, “And don’t you dare come again until your Mistress has had an orgasm.”
I was shocked.
I had fantasized such things… but fantasy and reality are two very different kingdoms. Yet I quickly unbuckled my seat belt, urgently lowered myself to the floor between my best friend’s parted legs, the egg inside me still vibrating, and stared at her completely shaved pussy… which was already glistening with wetness. Was she as excited to have me licking, as I was to lick her?
“Hurry up,” she demanded, as her pussy stared into my eyes hypnotically.
I broke out of my momentary spell, leaned forward, extended my tongue and began licking. I had tasted myself off my fingers and off cock, but this taste was way stronger, tangier, directly from the source.
I was instantly licking eagerly, wanting to get her off and taste the full flood of her pussy juice, plus hurry because of the risky setting where I was committing this lesbian act. I knew Angela was watching, and probably even touching herself, but what if another stewardess came up front or one of the pilots walked into the cabin?
“That’s it my weekend slut, discover your purpose for the weekend… to munch snatch,” Laura said, the idea that the whole weekend was about licking pussy was both exciting (I was already addicted to Laura’s taste) and terrifying (was she going to make me eat out strangers and my other best friends?). Yet at the moment it didn’t matter, all that mattered was the here and now… getting her off.
I licked her pussy, parting her pussy lips and trying to tongue fuck her hole.
I sucked on her clit, tugging it between my lips… as that was what got me off.
“Oh shit, Natalie, don’t stop sucking on my clit you fucking lesbian slut,” she demanded, grabbing my head and shoving my face deep into her wetness.
I sucked aggressively on her clit while still trying to lick, eager to make her come… to taste her cum.
“Oh yes, fuck, yes,” Laura babbled, clearly close to orgasm before she exploded an abundance of cum all over my face… her cum flooding into my open mouth, onto my face… baptizing me as an official lesbian cum craving slut.
I kept licking… loving the full taste of rapture.
I was still licking a couple seconds later when I heard a gasp, “Mrs. Green?”
I should have kept my head down, hiding my face, but my gut response was to look up.
The voice gasped a second time, “Ms. Sharp?”
I should have quickly moved away from the compromising position between my best friend’s legs… the evidence totally incriminating… both my position and the wetness all over my face… yet, I was paralyzed as I stared at a student I’d taught a couple of years ago: Sophia, in a stewardess uniform, a sweetheart who was a determined volleyball player and very strong academically… and her phone was in her hand. Had she filmed this? Was she filming now?
“I heard a commotion and decided to come make sure Angela was okay,” she said, her shocked face shifting quickly to amused. “Clearly you are.”
Angela laughed, sucking on a finger, “Trust me, I’m fine.”
Laura said, “Sophia, we can explain this.”
Sophia laughed, “I think I understand without any explanation at all. You’re turning your best friend into a pet.” She looked down at me in a friendly way before adding, “Been there, done that.”
Did that mean she had lesbian sex with her best friend and teammate Josie? I couldn’t fathom. Yet, I couldn’t fathom being on my knees, on an airplane between my best friend’s legs either.
“You look really good with Mrs. Green’s cunt juice all over your face, Ms. Sharp,” Sophia commented, shocking me by her words and use of the ‘c’ word. Her sweet teenaged demeanour was gone and replaced with a dominance I often read about online. In stories where straight-laced nerds dominate teachers or cheerleaders. “Actually, I think you would look even better between my legs,” she added, climbing over Laura and me, taking my seat. She turned to Laura and asked, “You don’t mind, do you?”
Laura seemed rattled after being in complete control during her domination of me the past couple of hours. “Sophia, we need to talk.”
Sophia shook her head. “No, you need to listen. I have some delicious evidence on my phone. If you want it to stay in my phone and not be sent to Principal Mather you will do exactly as you’re told. Is that clear?”
Laura was speechless.
I was speechless.
I was mortified at being caught.
I was dazed with what my ex-student had just suggested I do.
I was confused by the gush leaking down my leg… although I could blame the egg.
I was terrified of losing my job.
I was stunned that the sweet Sophia was blackmailing us.
I was just generally bewildered.
“Now get over here, Ms. Sharp, I have the best hen present ever,” Sophia said, spreading her legs and revealing both that she was wearing thigh high stockings under her uniform and, like Laura, wasn’t wearing knickers. I briefly wondered how she knew this was a hen, but that thought was pushed aside as I stared at her pussy.
Also, like Laura, her shaved pussy had a slight gleam to it… as if she’d already been anticipating my tongue.
I looked up at Laura who just shrugged with worry before I lowered my face to my ex-student’s pussy… trepidation and eagerness washing through me simultaneously.
“There you go, Ms. Sharp,” Sophia moaned, as my tongue made contact with her wetness. And like the first taste of Laura, I instantly wanted more.
I no longer cared about the video.
I no longer cared about the consequences.
I only cared about eating Sophia’s pussy.
Sophia continued, adding more consequences to the blackmail, “This weekend you two are mine.”
As I licked, Laura pleaded, “Please, Sophia, we can work something out.”
“We are. Ms. Sharp is working something out right now,” she responded, as her hands went through my hair as I eagerly licked the heavenly treasure between her legs… trying to listen, while simultaneously trying to please the sweet pussy. “You two will be my playthings all weekend, and if you obey every command, I will keep the secret that two teachers at Walker High are lesbian sluts.”
Laura began to speak, “But, I….”
“Angela, would you like your cunt munched?” Sophie asked.
She responded, “Sure, why not?”
“Go have a hot dinner,” Sophie ordered Laura.
Laura again began to speak, “Please, I….”
Sophia again cut her off and ordered, “Now, Mrs. Green, or I send the video of you getting your twat munched to your husband as well as to Principal Mather.”
I felt Laura brush against me as she got up, no longer protesting, as I kept licking the teen’s sweet pussy.
Sophia asked, moving her hand under my chin and pulling me up slightly to look at her, “Enjoying yourself, Ms. Sharp?”