Page 10 of De Vil

Next Monday, classes officially start, and I look forward to having her an extra hour three days a week. Until then, I’ve been watching every move she makes. Including going to a lingerie store. Did I spy on what size she wears? Yup. Bet your ass I did, and I bought her every color bra and matching panty set I could find. One day soon, I’ll see her parade around in them.

Casually, I walk around the store, picking up odds and ends for the house. When she checks out, I wait to go to the cashier and get through the line as well. I know she’s going home, which is odd for a teenage girl. You’d think she would have a social life. She doesn’t.

By the time I get in my car, I have to speed up to catch her. I don’t care if it’s wrong of me to follow her. I want to make sure she goes home. I tell myself it’s because I want to make sure she gets there safely. I know it isn’t. No. I know full well it’s because I’m surveying the place to break in.

Once Tia is safe inside, I drive off. I get home and put away the items I bought, wondering if I’m really going to go through with my plan. If I do, I know I’m fired. There are noifs, ands, or butsabout it. As I sit down to watch the six o’clock news and eat dinner I just microwaved, my phone chimes.

It’s a new email from Roxy Dragon. Closing my eyes, I know what the damn thing is going to say. It’s Saturday after all.

Good evening, Mommy’s Watching,

I noticed you didn’t select your gift. It’s understandable not to want to pay for a photo or a private session. However, I’d love to give you a gift for being a subscriber. Here’s a tiny sneak peek of an upcoming upload. Hope you enjoy it.

XOXO,

Roxy Dragon

I spit the bite of food I had in my mouth out. No fucking way. I blow up the picture and see the side view of none other than Tia. Tia has a small scar on her right side along her rib cage. So does Roxy.

Alright, so I’m reaching, maybe. Anyone and everyone could have a scar on their side. I click on the previous email from her and sign up for the private one-on-one call for tonight at eight. If her voice is the same, then I will know it’s Tia.

My food lays untouched on the coffee table as I stare at the photo. I get up and go over to the bag of lingerie I bought. Pulling it out, I can confirm they’re the same ones I bought for Tia.

As I sit back down, I think about the idea of Roxy Dragon being Tia Falcon. If that’s the case, there’s something I have against Tia. The clock slowly moves toward eight, and my smile gets bigger and brighter. A nasty plan comes to mind, and I know I’m about to rock this little princess’s world.

I press thesendbutton and instantly regret it. I have no idea if I know how to entice a female. What-ifMommy’s Watchingdoesn’t like the photo?

Why am I obsessing over this? This isn’t who I am. I’m talking to myself and regretting my decisions. Screw that. If she doesn’t like it, then so be it. No skin off my ass. This all has to do with my coach. She has me in a fucking tailspin. I have no idea, but I think I might have mommy issues. Ever since Coach touched and kissed me, I can barely think of anything else.

If I’m being honest, I’m looking forward to teasingMommy’s Watchingso I can feel some sort of control. Possibly even get over my crush on Coach. It’s not likely to happen, but a distraction may help me to focus. Besides, what happened in the office can’t happen again. No matter how many times I masturbated to the thought of having her pin me down and lick my pussy.

I’m conflicted because I didn’t think I liked females. Hell, I barely tolerate men, but I thought it was because my one and only boyfriend was a douche. Fuck, this! I need to get laid. I bring out the dildo and the clit massager I own. Lying down on the bed, I wait for the clock to strike the hour mark.

Biting the dildo, I try to imagine being with another man. To feel his hands on my body as he slides his dick inside me. Moving the clit massager down to my pussy, I put it on high. It feels so good, but the image isn’t helping me. Frustrated, I push the dildo down my throat, trying to enjoy the feel of the large thickness stretching my mouth wide open.

I tremble on the sheets, needing more. Wanting more. Whimpering as the image turns into Coach pulling me into her lap and slipping a strap-on deep into me. Her hips meeting mine with furious thrusts. Her white-blonde hair out of its bun and her sexy body on display for me to see. Her ample breasts bouncing with each thrust against me.

Gasping with pleasure, I scream out, “Coaaaaach!” I come hard and feel like I may pass out for a moment. It shocks me. My clock chimes at eight, and I giggle. Putting the toys away, I turn the computer on and make the call toMommy’s Watching.

“Hello, Mommy,” I whisper into the phone, almost afraid to use my real voice. Something calls me to try and be submissive to her. So much so I don’t even realize I didn’t use her entire name.

“That’s right, I want you to call me Mommy.” Her voice comes over the computer a bit distorted. I check my connection, so it must be on her end.

I shiver when she says that she wants me to shorten her name. Oh God, I really do have mommy issues. “I’m glad you decided to have a phone call with me. How can I personalize it for you?”

“You’re a naughty girl aren’t you?” Her voice is raspy, and I feel my cunt responding. I just came and I’m already so turned on. I need another orgasm.

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Now, tell me what your naughtiest fantasy is.”

She’s demanding. Just like Coach is. “It isn’t about me tonight. It’s about you, Mommy.”

Oh damn, every time I sayMommy, I sound like a little girl trying to get out of trouble. She chuckles and I swear I’ve heard it before, but I’m intrigued by her request.

“Tonight, I want you to tell me your naughtiest fantasy. It will help me orgasm.”

Taking a deep breath, I fiddle with the idea of lying. I hate to lie, even to a stranger. “Alright, Mommy, but first, I want to know, are you naked?”

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