Angel's Fantasies- Girl Games 3

by Angel

Mrs. Anderson, standing at her desk, picks up an American History text book and holds it against her side, under one arm.

Beverly Anderson, a 40 something teacher, was well liked by her class. She was a very sweet and understanding teacher. And, even for her age, a very sensuous woman, as Angel had noticed. Angel enjoyed teasing the woman, though in an indirect way. She'd never experienced an older woman, and Beverly would be just right as her first.

Beverly felt the same way, as Angel's sexual aura seemed to follow her everywhere.

Beverly walked in front of her desk, leaning back with her beautiful butt cheeks against the edge of the desk, her ankles crossed. Her tight short skirt accentuating her hips and legs. She had an hourglass figure. She knew Angel looked. And played the same game with Angel as Angel did with her... Seduction.

"Who can give me a brief description of Dr. J Robert Oppenheimer and tell me what secret project he was in charge of?"

Angel raised her hand.

"Yes, Heather..."

"Dr. Oppenheimer was a nuclear physicist and was in charge of the Manhattan Project, which was tasked with developing the first atomic weapons, which eventually were used to end the Second World War."

"Thank you, Heather....."

She was cut off by the awful drone of the buzzer of the ancient inter-office phone.

"Hello... This is Mrs. Anderson...(Pause)... Yes... (Another pause)... Of course. I'll send her right down... You're welcome." She hung the receiver up.

"Heather... Would you gather your belongings and come with me, please?"

"Okay, Mrs. Anderson."

Angel stood and turning her back to her teacher, bent over to pick up her book bag, without bending her knees. Her uniform, though not as short or tight as the one she wears at Amy's house, was still a little on the risque side. She wore shear to waist nude pantyhose... and no panties. A fact not wasted on Mrs. Anderson. She stared for a moment at Angel's long legs and pretty, little butt. Smilling inside, her pussy began to heat up, she felt a dampness in her panties.

Angel put her things in the book bag and turned toward the door, and a waiting Mrs. Anderson. The teacher's face a bright pink. Angel noticed...

"What have you done this time, Angel?" her best friend Megan said, giggling.

Angel looked back over her shoulder and replied with a smile, "What HAVEN'T I done, would be a better question!" The two laughed.Mrs. Anderson shook her head and smiled.

Beverly Anderson opened the door, they went into the deserted hallway. Beverly looked around to be sure they were alone.

"Really Angel..." she said in a hushed tone, an erotic smile on her face. "No panties?"

Angel smiled at her, coyly. "I'm so glad you noticed, Beverly!" she whispered back. "Now. Where am I going, and why?"

"There's someone here who wants to talk to you. She'll introduce herself with a false name, and a false reason to talk to you. But your reputation has made it to the school board. I think it may be a witch-hunt... And you're the witch... Understand?"

"Who is she, really?" Angel asked.

"Her name is Jennifer Bennett. She's a psychologist with the school board. Please be careful what you say to her..."

Angel smiled at her teacher... A loving smile. Mrs. Anderson was about the only adult she respected. But, it was a mutual admiration they shared.

"It's a shame you're married, Beverly."

"I'm not always a bored wife..." she said to Angel with a knowing look.

Angel took a pen from her bag, took Beverly's hand and wrote her number on it.

The teacher gasped. "What does this mean, Angel?"

"Exactly what you think it means..." coyly smiling at the woman. "Maybe sometime when you're not a bored wife, call me."

Angel, still holding the shaking woman's hand, stroking it gently with her thumb, smiled lovingly again. She let go of Beverly, put two fingers to her own lips, kissed them, and pressed them to Beverly's lips. The woman's eyes closed, rolling back in her head, she gasped and began to visibly shake.

"Call me anytime, Beverly. I promise, you won't be bored..."

"Oh... God!" was all the woman could say.

"And, thanks for the heads up. I won't forget it."

"Anything for you, dear." the teacher whispered... breathless...

Angel turned and walked toward the stairs, and down to the office. Beverly watched as the girl's hips swayed, making her pleated skirt drift sensuously from side to side with each step. The teacher stayed in the hall until the flush in her cheeks subsided. 'Oppenheimer... Oppenheimer... J. Robert Oppenheimer...' she kept repeating to herself under her breath to get the encounter out of her mind...

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At the office, she was greated by the vice-principle, Joanna Herrington. A usually stern, older woman... Who was surprisingly kind to her.

"Hello Heather."

"Hello Ms. Herrington. So, what have I done for this unscheduled meeting?"

"Nothing like that dear. The school board has hired a consulting firm to speak to students throughout the school system. They want to find ways of improving the curriculum. All of the students names who are to be interviewed have been randomly selected. And you're going to represent this school. Isn't that wonderful?"

Trying to sound excited, and to look as though she'd been completely fooled, she said "That's so cool, Ms. Herrington! Wow! I guess it's all up to me to make things better. I hope I don't embarrass the school!" Angel said in one of her best performances.

"Don't worry, dear. Just be yourself." the evil woman said with a smirk on her face, believing she'd fooled the great Heather Martin, AKA Angel!

Ms. Herrington opened the door to her office and entered with Angel in tow.

"Heaather Martin... This is Marcia Baker. The lady I told you about... I'll leave you two alone, take all the time you need". she said as she closed the door behind her.

The young woman stood and approached Angel. She was young, extremely beautiful and had on the tightest power suit ever! It was black, with a deep violet camisole which did little to hide her ample breasts, even under the jacket! 'This was going to be interesting.' Angel thought.

As she approached, Angel took the time to scan the woman's body. Large breasts, tiny waist and long, slender legs, in dark stockings and fuck-me pumps. Angel was impressed with the woman's sensuality. It was obvious the woman was very impressed with Angel, as well.

Angel also noticed the semi-shocked look on the woman's face when she entered the room with Ms. Herrington...

Macia extended her hand to Angel. They shook, but Angel held the woman's hand and didn't let go.

"It's nice to meet you, Heather" Marcia said.

"Are you married, Marcia? I ask because if I'm going to bare my soul to you, I like to think I'm speaking to, not only an extremely beautiful woman, but a single woman as well. Someone who might be available for more... private meetings. So. Are you married?" Angel's eyes darting around the woman's face taking in all of it's features.

The question completely threw Marcia off her game. She'd just lost the element of surprise in the battle. But all Marcia could focus on was the childs oozing sensuality. 'It was all true' she thought. Everything she'd heard about Angel.

Still being held by Angel's hand, she began to stutter. The anime hair style Angel wore was so disarming, so erotic, so sensual!

"Oh... Um... well, yes. I AM single."

Angel let go of her hand. "Where are we sitting, or do we stand for the afternoon?" Angel asked as though annoyed. Anything to put the young woman off topic.

Marcia had everything planned for their meeting. But it was all falling apart for her.

"Um... I guess we could sit over here..."

She pointed to two large, overstuffed but comfortable easy chairs used by Ms. Herrington to speak with individual members of the staff. There was a small table between them, the chairs facing each other.

Macia retreived her bag from the desk and went to the small table placing it down.

"Come, Heather. Why don't you sit here..." pointing to one of the chairs.

Angel sat in the other chair.

"Um... Okay. Why don't you sit there..."

"I think the seating arrangements have been decided on, Macia. It IS Macia, isn't it?" Angel said in an almost accusing tone.

"Of course... I mean... well, of course it's my name. What are you tryi..."

"Let me ask you a question. Miss Baker. It IS Miss Baker. Isn't it? Marcia Baker?" Angel broke her off.

"I just said it was, didn't I?" the woman seemed indignant that this child would question her integrity. And she was obviously nervous that Angel may know who she really was.

"I want to ask you, if the school board should knowingly send someone to talk to students and... Oh, I don't know... Maybe give a false name to them? Don't you think that would send a dishonest signal to the students?"

She sat and slowly crossed her legs so the woman would see her more closely. All the time scanning the items on the wall around the office. Her head on a swivel.

"I... I'm not sure I know what you, you know... mean." she nervously replied.

Angel's skirt had risen up her slender thighs. She began to gently, slowly rub her knee. , slowly stroking her thigh. Feeling the soft nylon on her skin.

"It's a simple question, Jennifer. Any child in this school could come up with a more intelligent answer than that." Angel watched as Macia stared at her hand, on the young, stockinged thigh.

"I guess... I guess that would be... wrong. Wait! What did you call me?"

"Jennifer." Angel replied. You're Jennifer Bennett. You're a psychologist with the school board... Aren't you?"

The young woman placed both of her hands on her face, and leaned forward. She was ashamed and disappointed in herself for lying to Angel, but more so for letting a twelve year old girl get the best of her.

"I'd say you have some explaining to do, Jennifer." I'm very disappointed with you, Jennifer. Lying to a young, inpressionable child!" She was really pouring it on!

"You're right, Heather. I'm sorry. But... I don't know if I can tell you why I'm really here. It isn't really for the school. It's... It's for me."

"For you? What would a sexy, beautiful young woman like you want with a young student?" knowing full well, now, what she really wanted.

"C'mon, Heather. Your reputation for being so incredibly self-assured, dominant towards women... Your reputation is the talk of all the female staff. The male staff... well, they're just lecherous pigs with nothing on their mind but to violate you."

"I know all about that. I love to tease. The men are funny about it!" she said with a slight giggle. "A few of them have tried to get in my panties, when I WEAR panties..."

"I noticed." Jennifer said

"I was hoping you would..." Angel replied with her usual seductive smile.

Jennifer looked up, a glint of hope in her eyes.

Angel stood, walked directly in front of Jennifer, leaned on the soft arms of the big chair. She was face to face with the woman.

"So. You did all this for yourself..." She placed her hand on the woman's thigh. Her tight skirt had risen also. She moved her fingers up and down the soft nylon fabric, sensuously encasing the woman's legs. The woman moaned, and quietly sighed...

"Stockings, or pantyhose?" Angel asked her. Jennifer's eyes were closed, her head leaned back, her mouth open just a little. She gasped at Angel's touch...

"I said, stockings or pantyhose?"

"Pantyhose..." the woman whispered. "I only wear stockings on special occaisions..."

"And what constitutes a special occaision?" Angel whispered to her, still gently stroking the woman's leg.

"When I meet someone new... someone I want to share myself with..." She shocked herself saying these things to a young girl... A child. But the feeling was too strong and she couldn't help herself... There was a warmth between her legs... a passion for this child growing in her most private place...

"So... If I were to give you my address, what would you wear to come over. Stockings and a garter belt, or pantyhose...?"

"Stockings... Definitely stockings!" she replied.

"Good." Angel said. "I'd wear the same."

"Oh God!" the woman whispered... Thinking of this child dressed in pretty lingerie.

Angel stood, went to Ms. Herrington's desk and bent over, again... as she'd dome to her teacher, and wrote something on a piece of paper. Jennifer stared with lust and fear in her eyes at Angel's young butt.

Angel returned to her,folding the paper into a small size, leaned in, closer this time, tucked the paper in Jennifer's camisole, pushing it deep between her breasts... her fingers lingering as she'd done with Amy.

"This is where I'll be at nine pm. If you'd like to... Talk... further, be there at nine."

Jennifer looked into the seductive child's eyes and nodded. Angel softly kissed her lips. Jennifer moaned into Angel's mouth as their tongues gently touched. Angel placed her hand between her own legs, touched herself and brought her hand to her mouth, her pointed tongue tasting just the tips of her fingers. She turned her hand to Jennifer's mouth. She leaned forward and wrapped her full lips around Angel's finger. Sucking and licking it... She reached out and cupped Angel's young, firm breast, gently squeezing it. They both moaned.

"Be warned, though. You mentioned my dominant personality earlier..."

"Yes..."

"I AM a dominant. Do you understand what that means?"

"I... I'm not sure..."

"That means I'm in charge. And I like my girls, let's say... helpless, at times..."

"You mean... I'll be... Like... tied up?"

"And gagged! But you won't be alone."

"Other people? I don't know about tha..."

"Don't worry. I have a woman to play with, you'll appreciate her... and a young girl, who just loves to fuck bound women!"

"A young girl? As young as you?" the woman whispered.

"No... younger! She was my toy, until her sub-mother began to play games with us. It turns out the girl, who's nine by the way, is a younger me! You should see her with a strap-on! We tie up her mother and fuck her all night! She's really cute."

"You... you're kidding... r... right?"

Angel looked seriously into Jennifer's eyes. "Do I look like I'm fucking kidding?"

"That sounds so... so, incredible! Do you really want me to come tonight?"

"You know what I expect from you. If you feel you're up to it, you know where and when." She stood up straight. I really think you'll like being fucked by a little girl with a big strap-on dildo! Especially when you're bound and gagged..."

Angel walked toward the door, grabbing her bag along the way.

"I'd wait before you leave. Your face is so fucking red!" She laughed. "I'll tell Ms. Herrington you don't want to be disturbed for a while."

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It was about nine-thiry when there was a knock on the door. Angel, wearing her short, tight schoolgirl outfit with the same stockings, garter belt and fuck-me pumps ahe wore when she and Mandi initiated Amy into Girl Games, answered it. She opened the door, and Jennifer let out an audible gasp as Angel came into her view. She stared at the nylons and black satin garter straps showing below her skirt. Her jaw dropped...

"I'll take it by your reaction, you like the way I look!"

"Oh My GOD... YES! You look so amazing, so sexy!"

"Come in", Angel stepped aside. "I have sooo much more for you to see!"

The sound of small high heels cam toward them from the living room. Mandi came around the corner wearing the same outfit Angel bought her. Jennifer stood frozen, her jaw wide open... her eyes wide.

Angel saw the reaction and said, "I KNOW! Isn't she precious?" with a big smile.

Jennifer slowly nodded as if in a trance.

"You were right, Miss Angel!", Mandi said. "She's really fucking pretty!"

"Oh, Heather! This is better tha..."

Mandi cut her off. "You don't call her Heather!", shaking her head and giggling. "You call her mistress, right Miss Angel?"

"That's right, my sexy little lover." and she bent down, passionately kissing the child, who returned the kiss willingly.

"You will address me as Mistress... and you'll address my little lover here as..." directing the inquiry to Mandi.

"MISTRESS!" Mandi exclaimed.

"That's right, Lover." Angel looked at Jennifer and said, "You'll address us both as Mistress and obey us both without question. We get kinky, but no one gets hurt. What's it all about, Lover?"

"Love, sex and bondage, Miss Angel!"

"Good girl!" always fortifying Mandi's position with positive reinforcement.

"Get some rope, Lover, and tie Jennifer's hands behind her."

Mandi scurried off to the living romm, coming back at once with a prepared loop of rope. She stood in front of the woman, pulling the rope tight, then relaxing it. She did this several times, all the while coyly smiling at the woman.

Angel watched the reaction in Jennifer's face, seeing the excitement in her eyes, her heaving chest as she breathed faster and faster! Staring at this sensual little girl.

Mandi walked behind Jennifer and grabbed one of her hands and started to wind it around her wrist. Then the other hand, tying them tightly together.

"Miss Angel? Are we gonna give her a new name, or do we keep calling her Jennifer? That just doesn't sound right." Mandi asked.

"That's a very good question, Lover. Any ideas?"

Finished tying Jennifer's wrists behind her, Mandi stepped in front of the woman, dizzy with delight. She reached up with both hands and squeezed the huge tits.

"Yeah! I know! Let's call her Titty-cunt!"

Angel laughed out loud. "That's fucking perfect, lover!" still laughing.

Mandi clapped her hands bouncing up and down on her toes. "Titty-cunt, Titty-cunt!" she kept repeating in the woman's face. Angel saw her humiliation. And was enjoying it.

"Why don't you take Titty-cunt in to meet Mommy, Lover." Abgel said.

"Okay, Miss Angel! C'mon Titty-cunt. Come meet Mommy." She led the woman by her skirt, lifting it to see her nylons and garters as they walked. Angel was impressed Mandi was taking to being a dom so well.

As they turned the corner, Jennifer gasped, "Oh My Dear God!" She saw Amy, standing on a foot high stool. She wore a red lace trimmed black bustier. It had garters attached to dark brown nylons. The color was called 'French Coffee'. She wore red stillettos. She was tightly tied from head to toe, Her mouth obviouslt stuffed with soft material tied in with pantyhose, wound several times around her face to hold the packing in.''There was also a noose around her neck. It wasn't too tight, just enough to make her head lean to one side, and her face was a little red.

"Don't worry, Mandi said. She likes it. Go on. Ask her."

Jennifer approached the woman. "Are you alright? Can I get you down from there?"

Amy shook her head 'No."

"You... you like this?" Jennifer asked.

Amy's eyes practically smiled as she nodded.

Angel had quietly came up from behind. "Show Titty-cunt how much Fuckslut enjoys this, Lover."

"Okay, Miss Angel." Mandy slipped her hand between her mother's bound legs and began to tickle her clit. Almost immediately Amy began to moan. She started to bend her legs to increase the pressure on her neck. Jennifer looked on in awe. Her pussy getting wet as she watched. Then she tensed and screamed, as Angel put her hand between her legs from behind.

"You should enjoy this as much as Fuckslut does, don't you think?"

She took her hand from Jennifer's pussy and knelt next to Mandi. "I need your panties, lover. But don't stop. Make her cum for me." They kissed as Angel slid Mandi's panties down, and Mandi played with Amy's clit.

Amy began to moan louder as Mandi's now deft masturbation brought Amy closer and closer to an orgasm.

Without a word, Angel balled up Mandi's panties and pushed them against Jennifer's lips. Her eyes closed as she slowly, erotically parted her lips and accepted the childs panties in her mouth.

Angel stuffed them completely in and went back to masturbating the trembling woman.

Jennifer and Amy stared into each others eyes, both seeing the eroticism in their gagged faces, there bulging cheeks.

It was too much, and Amy began to cum, her gagged squeels and moans sending Jennifer over the edge as well. As Jennifer came, she saw the noose around Amy's neck tighten more and more as she became weak from her orgasm. It made the young woman cum harder than she ever had before.

Angel let Jennifer down on the couch, quickly releasing the noose from where it was tied. She gently lowered Amy to the floor.

"Is she breathing okay, Lover?"

Mandi was already checking. She nodded to Angel. Then her evil little smile came out. "She's not breathing now!" she said as she pinched the helpless woman's nose closed. After a half minute or so, Amy began to buck and struggle.

Angel, watching all of this said, "Lover... You're such a naughty girl." giving Mandi an approving smile and a wink.

Jennifer watched the woman struggle, and suffer at the hands of her young daughter, who was now masturbating herself as she held her helpless mother's nose. Amy struggled harder now. Angel told Jennifer to stand up, and pulled her up on her feet.

"Kneel over her legs." nodding down to Amy. "Hold her still while her Mistress pleasures herself." As frightened of hurting Amy as she was, she knelt down, her knees next to Amy's thighs. She put her full weight down on her legs, Amy completely helpless now. The intensity in Mandi's face as she tortured her mother and was bringing herself to an orgasm. She found herself using Amy's thigh to get herself off. As Mandi started to cum, again, Jennifer was pushed over the edge.

Mandi and Jennifer came together. It was time for a break. But first, Jennifer was to pleasure Angel.

Angel untied Jennifer's hands, left the panties in her mouth and took her suit off. She was stipped down to her garter belt, stockings and heels, her hands retied behind her and her ankle and knees tied.

"My, my!" Angel said. "We're just going to have to find a way to play with these, won't we lover..." handling the huge, natural breasts of Titty-cunt.

"They're the biggest fucking tits I ever saw!" said Mandi.

Angel smiled and winked at Mandi, then looked into Jennifer's eyes...

"She is SO fucking precious! I swear... I love this girl!" taking Mandi in her arms and passionately kissing each other. Jennifer's head was spinning. This was so much more intense, pleasurable than she could have ever hoped for when she decided to take Angel's offer.

Angel moved Jennifer's bound body next to Amy.

"I'm going to tie Titty-cunt face to pussy with Fuckslut. They'll both get to smell each other's cunts while they lie there".

Mandi started clapping and jumping up and down giggling. That would be WAY cool, Miss Angel!"

"C'mon, Lover." she said with a wink. "Help me tie Mommy's face in this one's pussy, then we'll do the same to her..."

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Lying in each other's arms on the couch, and Mandi having pleasured Angel with her well-educated tongue, they gently held each other, well satisfied and touching each other as they watched, and listened to the two bound women on the floor, nearby. Each of their noses nuzzled right up to the others pussy. They moaned and struggled a little, but Mandi and Angel liked that. It was a little hard to breathe, but with all the panties now tied in their mouths, they really couldn't complain...

As Angel held little Mandi close to her, she gently rubbed the girls nipples, and kissed her on top of her head, she said,

"I love you, Amanda."

Mandi turned around as best she could. With a tear in her eye, she said,

"I love you, too. Heather..."

They kissed, sweetly, and with an all consuming love they would always share. They closed their eyes and hugged each other.

"What about them? Mandi asked.

"What ABOUT them, Lover? I'm content right now holding you. And I want to stay like this forever and ever..."

Mandi smiled, a tear ran down her cheek. "Me too..."

The two women moaned, tied together by children... But, they were content as well...