Catching Mommy: Housewife Lesbians

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“Hurry up, we don’t have all day,” Olivia demanded, and I saw Becka’s, trademark long flowered skirt below the stall wall, as she dropped to her knees.

I held in a gasp even as my pussy began burning for attention.

“Yes, Mistress,” Becka again replied.

“That’s it slut, get me off quick, that bitch friend of yours really got me horny,” Olivia moaned, Becka’s tongue obviously already at work.

A few seconds later Olivia asked, “Did you know that Victoria is a cunt-muncher just like you?”

Becka’s tone was one of surprise, “No, Mistress, I never would have imagined.”

“Well, she will soon be joining you on her knees pleasing me, does that excite you,” Olivia said, even as her breathing increased.

“Yes, Mistress, I have fantasized about her ever since I met her,” Becka admitted, which surprised me.

“You really are a little lesbian slut, aren’t you,” Olivia continued.

“Yes, Mistress,” Becka admitted.

I couldn’t believe my ears. Becka had fantasized about me. If I had to pick the one girl in the whole school who would be sexually unspoiled it would have been Becka, yet there she was on her knees, eagerly pleasuring Olivia and maybe even fantasizing Olivia was me.

“You will help me make her my slut, won’t you?” Olivia asked.

“Anything you wish,” Becka replied between licks.

My pussy was on fire and as I closed my eyes the first image that popped into my head was not revenge on Olivia, or making Becka my pussy pleaser, but me on my knees replacing Becka. I opened my eyes just as quickly, frustrated by the way my mine was suddenly playing tricks on me.

Nearby, Olivia’s moans were increasing and she moaned, “Faster, yes, yes, shit, fuuuuuuuck.”

Listening to Olivia come right beside me had me desperate to come as well. Yet, I refrained not wanting Olivia to know I had heard the whole conversation until I was ready to use it against her.

A minute later, Olivia said, “You really are good at everything you do, aren’t you?”

Becka still on her knees, replied, “I aim to please, Mistress.”

“Well, then I expect you to make me happy by getting Victoria between your legs on video, is that clear?” Olivia instructed.

“Yes, Mistress, although I have never tried to seduce anyone before,” Becka said, her tone showing her insecurity.

“I am sure you will find a way. You excel at everything you do and you wouldn’t want to disappoint me, would you?” Olivia said, standing up and opening the stall.

“Of course not, Mistress,” Becka answered, clearly showing her submissive nature in her insecure tone.

“Good girl,” Olivia said. “I will leave the sign up so you have a few minutes to clean yourself up before class.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Becka replied and stood up as the clicking of heels faded away and out the door.

Horny as hell and needing to get off, I said the words before I even had time to think of the ramifications of them. “Slut, get over here and get me off.”

Becka gasped. “W-w-who is there?”

“Your new Mistress,” I answered, standing up to unlock my stall.

“V-V-Victoria is that you?” Becka asked, her tone implying she was clearly shocked to hear my voice.

“Hurry up, Becka, class begins soon and listening to you eat out that bitch has me revved up and ready to burst,” I said, opening the door and staring eye to eye with a white as a ghost Becka.

“You heard?” she asked, not moving.

“Every moan,” I replied, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the stall.

“I am so sorry,” she said, tears beginning to form.

“It’s ok, she is hard to resist,” I said, “but so am I.”

I lifted up my skirt and opened my legs.

It was like a switch occurred inside Becka. The tears stopped, the nervousness stopped, the second she saw my shaved pussy. Without a word, she returned to her submissive position on her knees.

“Good girl,” I purred, knowing that soft guidance was what she needed to cross the invisible barrier between us.

Olivia was right; Becka really was good at everything she did. Her tongue was surprisingly wide and she lapped back and forth like a paint brush. I was already horny as hell from my bizarre morning so it didn’t take long to shift from brimming to come to exploding my pussy juice all over her face. Becka, lapped and lapped right through my orgasm as eager to please my pussy as she was to get a 100 percent on a test.

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