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lick ass. She was so shy about it, in fact, that she didnt even like me to mess with hers too much. Sure, Id gotten a few licks in, but every time Id tried to give her a good rim job, shed directed me firmly back to her pussy. I thought for sure that she would balk at licking my ass, then after trying to force her, I would relent and let her just lick my cunt. But, as I said, things werent going my childish way that day.
She was breathing so hard that I worried that she might be asthmatic. Her fingers trembled as she spread the cheeks of my ass, and her kisses were infinitely tender and sweet. I sighed. So, the real Sheila comes out! A fucking masochist! "Tongue my asshole, you stuck-up sorority bitch!" I ordered, letting my temporary frustration slip me easily into the role of dominatrix, at least where our relationship was concerned. And it was a permanent change. But over the years, I think Ive come to love it as much as she does. Whenever I feel really mean, or pissed off, I just call Sheila, and she drops what she is doing, leaves her husband and kids and comes running. She loves me. Yeah, she eventually married Derek and had kids. Once, I even had her come running when she was bloated with pregnancy and I even milked her tits dry!
Anyway, at the time, I made her rim and poke me with her tongue until I started to get excited myself. Then I leaned back against the wall and let her lick my cunt. When I did come, I was thinking of the delicious sweetness of Ms. Folsoms heady kiss and the fact that Id actually put my hand on her knee! As the swirls and bubbles of orgasm filled me and carried me away, I did something thats hard to explain, in fact, I dont understand why I did it. As my orgasm finally started to fade, I peed right on Sheilas face, soaking her and her clothes with hot, salty sharp-smelling urine. I kicked her away and sat down in the chair and raised my skirt. "You can look at my cunt while you jack yourself off, Sheila. Thats your reward."
Did she slap my face or beat me up like I deserved? Hell, no! She backed up against the wall, brushed her piss-soaked hair out of her eyes, pulled her panties off and squatting like a savage, jacked off while staring hungrily at my cunt. I relented and let her kiss it while she was actually coming. Then I had her lick the excess pee off my cunt and told her to swallow it. And she did, happily. Afterwards, she meekly asked for a shower and to borrow some clothes. From then until today, as I said, I own a love slave. Shell do anything that I tell her to do. I think shed even kill for me!
After our shower,
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for I took one with her (made her do all the scrubbing, naturally), she asked me, with adoring eyes, what had put me in such a mood. I told her.
"Thats a funny coincidence," she frowned, "I found out something about Dr. Folsom just today! By that I mean Mr. Dr. Folsom, of course. Do you know Mary Cantrell?"
I nodded; Mary was a senior in pre-law and top dog in Sheilas sorority. She was beautiful, born rich, and an aggressive, snobby bitch. Everybody knew that Mary Cantrell was going places! I hated her. But then too, I would have had sex with her in a heartbeat. Sex maniacs arent complicated people if you just focus on the central drive.
"Yeah, well, Mary is sleeping with Bob, thats Candices husband. Been doing it for a year or more, ever since he did some guest lecture for some course on medical law from the medical professions point of view. Isnt that weird? I mean, who cares about the medical viewpoint, the whole issue was the price of insurance... and the ramifications..."
"Shut up, Sheila. Let me think!" I didnt know what to do! The woman of my dreams wont sleep with me because she wants to be faithful to a man whos boffing some rich-bitch coed! It wasnt fair! I mean, I couldnt tell Candice! Shed always hate me for telling her, and I sure as hell didnt want that! I realized that there was nothing that I could do, at least not directly. But if I didnt do something, their affair might end quietly, and my poor Candice would be none the wiser. Shed still be saying no to temptation, thinking that her asshole husband was doing the same. But then, if she found out, shed be so very hurt, and I couldnt bear the thought of that. No, I finally decided, dully, theres nothing that I can do. Even if I had someone else tell her, it would still hurt her, and I just didnt want that to happen. Sometimes, Im not only stupid, but naive as well.
As it turned out, I didnt have to do anything. A couple of weeks later, Ms. Folsom missed two days of school. When she came back, she looked drawn and ill, sporting bags under her eyes, her normally brisk lecture voice was dull and apathetic, and when I walked by her podium on the way out of class, I could even smell body odor. She hadnt been bathing! Shocked, I went straight to her office and waited for her. When she came and unlocked the door to let us in, she hardly acknowledged my presence. She sat behind her desk and rubbed her face. Her hair was up in coiled braids, a way that Id never seen her wear it.
"What do you want?" she asked without grace or preamble.
"To help," I said.
"Well, you cant help. So go away."
"I-Im not rich, but if its money, I do have about twelve thousand in the bank left from
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