The Thief Pt. 02

After looking through the racks for a few minutes, the Professor found a blouse and skirt she wanted to try on so Keisha led her to the dressing rooms. Keisha stepped into one of the cubicles, hung the clothes on a hook and turned to leave. To her surprise the Professor stepped in behind her and closed the door. The space was small, so they were only inches apart. The Professor started unbuttoning her blouse and said, "Help me take my skirt off." Keisha was uncomfortable being so close to the Professor and now helping her undress, but she unfastened the catch and helped her take off the skirt.. Next Keisha helped the Professor put on the new skirt. They agreed it fit and looked good on her, and then as the Professor took it off Keisha bent down to take it as she stepped out of it. As Keisha did, Professor Weatherly said, "I understand your faculty advisor is Professor Hayes. He's quite good at placing his students in internships, but does he know you're a slave?"

Keisha's heart lurched. She was counting on getting a good internship next year. She straightened up and said, "Umm...no, he doesn't. Please don't tell him", Keisha added with quiet desperation.

"Well, I'm sure he would want to know about your lifestyle, and I'm also sure it would affect his opinion of you."

"Please, Professor- please don't tell him!", Keisha pleaded.

Staring into Keisha's eyes, Professor Weatherly reached out her hand and gently stroked Keisha's cheek. "Well, I suppose I could be persuaded not to mention it to him...", she said slowly, drawing out each word as her fingers traced the line of Keisha's jawbone and then brushed her lips before moving down to her neck. Keisha was suddenly aware of the scent of the Professor's cologne and of her warm breath, as the cubicle seemed to grow even smaller. She didn't want what she knew was coming, but she desperately wanted a good internship, so she remained still and silent as the Professor's fingers moved down her chest. "What a provocative zipper". As the Professor continued staring directly into Keisha's eyes, Keisha couldn't hold her gaze and looked down at the floor as Professor Weatherly began to pull the zipper down. When Keisha made no effort to resist or protest, but simply clenched her hands, the Professor smiled and slowly ran the zipper all the way down. Then she pushed the dress back, off of Keisha's shoulders, and cupped and hefted Keisha's exposed breasts as if she was assessing their weight.

"What nice plump brown tits you have." The Professor began to gently squeeze and caress Keisha's breasts and then brushed her fingers over the nipples. As they became erect and sensitive, Professor Weatherly began to pinch and tug at them while Keisha, humiliated but feeling that she had no choice, stood frozen. Suddenly the Professor dropped her right hand and snaked it under Keisha's dress, going directly to her crotch, which caused Keisha to yelp in surprise. "Ha! No panties...how convenient!" Rubbing Keisha's labia, the Professor said, "You're wet, you little minx—I'll bet you fuck every chance you get, like a rabbit, don't you?" With that, she shoved two fingers into Keisha's vagina and began pumping them up and down, slowly.

Keisha grunted and shifted her weight from side to side, almost as if she was dancing. She bit her lip to keep from moaning, but when the Professor began rubbing her thumb over Keisha's clit, she couldn't help gasping out "Ahhh!...Ohhh!" For a couple of minutes the only sounds were Keisha's guttural moans and the squelching noises the fingers in her pussy made. Then the Professor pulled her fingers out and held them up.

"Look how wet she is, James! She's like a bitch in heat! Extending her fingers toward the top of the door, she said, "Here, I'll give you a treat—lick them clean." The doors on the dressing cubicles were only partial—they only extended from about a person' s knees to their shoulders—and only when the Professor put her hand to the top of the door did Keisha realize that James had been watching everything, looking over the top of the door. As James licked her juices from Professor Weatherly's fingers, Keisha flushed with the realization that he had witnessed her degradation.

Turning back to Keisha, the Professor said "Well, my little brown bitch, would you like to persuade me not to mention anything to Professor Hayes?" Keisha knew what was expected of her, so, swallowing hard and feeling slightly sick, she reluctantly sank to her knees, then reached out and pulled down Professor Weatherly's panties. She looked at her neatly trimmed, curly bush for a moment and then leaned forward and began to lick and nibble her labia. The Professor began making a noise that sounded like the purring of a cat, and then she ordered Keisha to put her tongue inside her. Keisha dutifully pushed her tongue into the woman's soft, warm and wet tunnel, and began swabbing it. At the same time she began brushing the Professor's anus with her finger.

"Oh God! Oh...what a good little pussy eater...oh yesss!"

Keisha knew the Professor's orgasm was getting close, so she began licking her clit and then scraping her teeth over the engorged little nub. The Professor held Keisha's head as she ground her pussy against Keisha's face, and then she let out a soft cry as her body jerked. After a moment she released Keisha, who fell back on her rear end, gasping for air.

Keisha rang up the skirt and blouse, and as Professor Weatherly paid for them she said, "I'll see you in class next Tuesday." She started to walk away but then turned back and added, "By the way, I still haven't decided whether to talk to Professor Hayes about you, so why don't you plan to stop by my office after class and we can discuss it some more."

The next morning Keisha brought her clothes and the few other things she had to Lisa's and put them away. As she was resting Lisa told her she was having a party that evening for some of her friends, and she expected Keisha to greet the guests, prepare and serve drinks and pass hor d'oeurvres.

At about six o'clock Keisha was in her room, thinking about what to wear for the party, when Lisa walked in. She handed an apron to Keisha and said, "Here—I want you to wear this- and only this- for the party tonight."

Keisha's mouth dropped open and her heart skipped a beat. "Umm...only this, ma'am?", she asked in a quavering voice.

"Well, your collar too, of course. Hurry up and put it on, then start putting together the vegetable trays." With that, Lisa left. Keisha took off all of her clothes, slipped the apron over her head and tied it at her waist in the back, and then looked at herself in the mirror. The apron only extended to a couple of inches below her crotch, and the top half hung loosely from her neck, so that anyone standing to her side would be able to see her breasts. And of course, since the apron didn't wrap all the way around, her rear end was completely exposed. Keisha shook her head in disbelief at the thought of wearing just the apron at the party, and then she flushed in shame as she felt herself start to get wet.

The first guests arrived shortly after seven o'clock. As Keisha opened the door, her stomach quivered and her hands shook. The guests gasped in surprise when they realized Keisha was wearing just the apron, and then they laughed. That was the way most of the guests reacted as Keisha greeted them, so she got used to it and felt less nervous and self-conscious. As she started moving through the crowd serving drinks and offering hor d'oeurvres, however, her embarrassment returned. People made ribald comments about her "outfit" and her body, and a few patted her bare ass as she walked by.

After most of the guests had had their second drink, things got worse for Keisha because people got bolder about touching her. One woman slipped her hand inside the apron and cupped Keisha's breast as Keisha squeezed between her and another guest; a few minutes later as she bent down to hand a drink to someone seated on the sofa, a man ran his finger down her crack. To Keisha's consternation, as more people touched her she got wetter, until moisture started to trickle out of her pussy.

Confused by the mix of embarrassment, shame and arousal she was feeling, and wanting to dry herself before anyone noticed her condition, Keisha made her way back to the kitchen. Once there, she grabbed a paper towel and started to wipe herself. Looking down, she didn't notice two women enter the kitchen and make their way over to her. Suddenly Keisha realized there was someone on either side of her, and when she looked up she recognized one of them as the woman who had groped her breast earlier.

"Need help with your pussy?"

Before Keisha could reply, the woman pulled her head back by her hair and covered Keisha's mouth with her own. As she stuck her tongue down Keisha's throat she reached under the apron and grabbed Keisha's breast again, squeezing hard. As Keisha groaned in pain, the other woman lifted the bottom of the apron and then rubbed her palm against Keisha's crotch. "Wow, the bitch is really wet!" The woman thrust two fingers into Keisha's vagina and pushed them up as far as she could. Keisha groaned again, louder, and rose up on her toes, feeling like she had been speared.

The woman who had been kissing Keisha pulled back, grabbed a dish rag off of the counter and stuffed it in Keisha's mouth to keep her cries from being heard by anyone else. Then she leaned down and began sucking hard on Keisha's nipple. As she did, she grabbed Keisha's hair again and yanked her head back, keeping her head in that position as she sucked and nipped at Keisha's breast.

With her head back and unable to move it and with her right arm pinned against the counter, Keisha was almost helpless. Even if she hadn't been she wouldn't have resisted, because she wasn't sure whether Lisa wanted her to be available to the guests or not.

Keisha felt more fingers enter her, and the woman moved them up and down rapidly, like a piston. At the same time she held her thumb out, and every time she thrust her fingers up her thumb hit Keisha's clit. Keisha began making a high pitched keening sound, and then, already stimulated by the public exposure and the touching by the guests, her orgasm came fast and hard. Her hips bucked, her stomach rippled and her muscles contracted around the fingers inside her. "That's it—come for us, Bitch!" As Keisha shuddered with aftershocks, the woman on her left pulled her fingers out of Keisha's pussy, took the rag out of her mouth and then stuck her fingers in Keisha's mouth. She wiped them on Keisha's tongue, then pulled them out and wiped them again on Keisha's face. When her body finally relaxed, the women let her go and walked away, laughing. Keisha leaned on the counter for a few moments until she could stand on her own, then straightened her apron, picked up a tray of snacks and walked a little unsteadily into the other room.

Late that night, after all the guests had left, Keisha laid in Lisa's bed with Lisa asleep beside her. Keisha was sleepy, but couldn't stop thinking. She was thinking of how strange and surreal her life was now. Under her agreement with Lisa, she would remain Lisa's slave for another 9 months. Surprisingly, she wasn't sure how she felt about that. She should have been eager to stop being a fucktoy and slave, but there was something strangely liberating about just following orders. She didn't have to think about what to do or what to wear or where to go; she just did what Lisa told her to, and that was becoming easier and easier. And although she still didn't think of herself as a lesbian, the sex was great. What was becoming of her, and where was this path taking her? That was her last conscious thought before she fell asleep.