Sleepover: Hot And Mean, #2

By Robin Cradle

After leaving a sticky surprise on his young mistress, mild-mannered, upstanding private school teacher Bernard Huff is in a world of trouble.

When she threatens him with exposure and damaging his reputation, he has no choice but to host her and her clique for a sleepover.

His fantasies are of nubile bodies frolicking while he watches but Mistress Brianna has denial, punishment and torture in mind...

This is a 10,000 word story featuring the humiliation, erotic denial and verbal degradation of a respectable man by his young mistress.

All characters depicted in this story are eighteen years of age or older.

“Yes, we have to be careful. I know you understa-”
“Maybe I should raise my voice,” she boomed, her perfect mouth opening wide to make the words shake the walls.
“Please, Miss Bri,” he begged. “Please don’t do that. Just please, tell me why you’re so upset.”
“You don’t know? I’m sure you had a good laugh about it.”
“I swear I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She cocked her hip, leaning over the desk where he sat.
“Seriously? Do you think I wouldn’t notice that I got your cum on me after I specifically instructed you not to? It took me a while but I felt it on the inside of my thigh, your filthyseed.”

She came close to him, her short, checkered skirt brushing her legs so wildly it seemed she had a tail, probably with a fork at the end. When she was that close, he could see she wasn’t wearing any stockings but was merely dark from tanning.
“Then I got home and I noticed a big sticky stripe down my back, like a skunk. You think that’s funny, Huff?”
“No, no,” he offered. “Not at all.”
Inwardly, he had to laugh. Of course it was funny; he knew that she knew.
“Maybe I should’ve swiped some of it, huh? Got it up in me.”
“No, come on-”
“Wouldn’t that be fun? You could watch me get bigger and bigger every day; there would be so many questions, Huff.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robin Cradle
• Release date: Jan 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781497768475

Robin Cradle

Vanilla with a twist of strychnine.

Book preview

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HUFF WANTED BAILEY to get close enough to see if she smelled like strawberries like she looked like she did, but she never did.

Missus Nelson says if we raise enough money, we can go to The Smithsonian, but she also told me not to tell you, she said, casting her eyes away.

I can keep a secret, he winked. Whatever you guys raise, I’ll match fifty percent. How’s that sound?

She was every bit as pretty as Brianna but with none of her insanely dominant personality, sweet almost to a fault. He had to wonder if he was laying it on a little thick with the ‘secret’ line. It had worked once before and the only consequence had been the emptying of his wallet and one of the most intense orgasms of his life.

He didn’t have the imagination to contemplate what might happen if someone exposed his blatant crushing on his hottest students, but who would believe it? It was too obvious to take seriously, of course he was interested. All balding middle aged men were interested in cute, leggy private school seniors.

Mister Huff, don’t forget about the assembly, said his vice principal, passing him briskly and jarring him from his guilty thoughts.

He turned smoothly to reassure her while walking backward down the hall through a trickle of students, the few stragglers that hadn’t had cars or friends with cars to ride out the midday break period.

Three-thirty. Don’t worry about it, I’ll be there.

Watch your back, Mister Huff, said a sandy haired sophomore, brushing past him with his big backpack.

Sorry, said Huff.

He beamed as he strode through the halls, proud of himself, oddly energized by the bearing of a secret that could ruin his career and his life. It was powerful, to maintain that and keep his sparkling reputation as one of the most respected and trusted teachers at Eden Hills Academy.

The briefcase taunted him as he passed by the door, sitting on his chair in his homebase classroom. It sat slightly open the way he’d left it, as if it were peeking through the door to see if he was ever going to return. He swooped in to pick it up and paused at his desk to shut and latch it.

Only he could see it; a lustrous glint from a single strand of long, light colored hair that looked dark when bunched up on the head of his mistress with thousands of other strands. He hadn’t noticed until the morning after she came over but decided to keep the souvenir with his personal effects since it made the memory of her rush back vividly whenever he looked at it.

It was the lunch period, and soon the rushing of feet slowed to an occasional patter as these wealthy students piled out into the parking lot and to their cars to pick up Starbucks or have brunch at cafes, fast food for some. Only a few, the chess club, the band kids, lower middle class scholarship students - the untouchables - stuck around.

The halls were quiet in an instant