Sex Slave To My Best Friend

Fbailey story number 532


Sex Slave To My Best Friend


Hi. My name is Bethany and when I turned twelve years old my best friend Tammy told me that I was going to become her sex slave. I did not understand the full meaning of the word. I had heard about sex in school, Mom had had the talk with me, and Tammy had shown me how to masturbate. However, when she told me that I was to become her sex slave, I did not hesitate to ask what I had to do. She told me that all I had to do was follow her instructions to the letter. That didn’t seem all that bad and somehow it excited me.

First she had me undress completely in my bedroom, walk naked down the hallway past my mother’s bedroom and into the bathroom. On the way back I was to walk past her open door again and then into my bedroom. It wasn’t exactly that easy because whenever I was in front of Mom’s bedroom door I had to stop, turn all the way around slowly once, and then proceed to my destination. Fortunately she was at her computer both times and was too busy to notice me.

The next day Tammy had me get naked and go out in the backyard, walk all the way around the house slowly, and then go in and up to my bedroom. That time however, the man that lives across the street saw me. He smiled and waved at me so I smiled and waved back at him. I was only twelve and had almost no tits at the time but he sure seemed interested.

When I told Tammy about old man Perkins she laughed and asked me how it had made me feel. I had to admit that it had been exciting. I told her that I didn’t even try to cover up, that I just smiled and waved back at him. Not covering up was one of her rules.

I was told to put on a tiny bikini that I had outgrown the previous year. Then Tammy took me across the street. We found Mr. Perkins in his garage fooling around with his lawn mower. He smiled when he saw me coming.

Tammy said, “I understand that you saw Bethany here in her birthday suit a while ago. Would you like to see her naked right now up close?”

Mr. Perkins replied, “Yes. As a mater of fact I would.”

Tammy told me to remove my bikini and hand it to Mr. Perkins to hold until he had had a long enough look. I had been told to do as I was told and to keep my mouth shut unless Tammy asked me to speak. So I reached back and untied the string around my back and then I lifted my bikini top up over my head and politely handed it to old Mr. Perkins. I then hooked my thumbs into the strings of my bottom and just pushed it down toward my feet. After it got to my knees it fell the rest of the way by itself. I stepped one foot out and lifted my bottom up with the other foot. I took it off my foot and then handed it to Mr. Perkins.

I stood there on display until Tammy told me to get up on his workbench, spread my legs wide, and pleasure myself for him. She told me to give myself one orgasm, wait, and then give myself another one. After the third orgasm I was told to open my pussy lips using two fingers from each hand. Then both Tammy and Mr. Perkins took turns looking at the puddle of cum that I had inside my pussy. Tammy put her lips over my pussy and licked out some cum then she kissed old Mr. Perkins right on the lips. I was pretty sure that they French kissed and swapped my cream between them. Mr. Perkins handed me my bikini and thanked me for coming over. Tammy told him to expect us ever Friday. I dressed and we went back to my bedroom. It the most exciting thing I had ever done.

That summer I actually looked forward to my Friday afternoons in Mr. Perkins’ garage masturbating for him. My breasts grew a whole cup size that summer but I still had to wear the same tiny bikini whenever I went over. I started to grow hair on my pussy and Tammy told me to let grow and never to cut it or trim it. She was a few months older than I was, so she had more pubic hair than I did, but she never showed Mr. Perkins her pussy…nor her bigger breasts for that matter.

That fall Tammy and I were in all the same classes. In the seventh grade we got to change classes like the bigger kids. Whenever she reached out and grabbed my elbow I was to straighten up and then spread my knees as far open as I could to show my teacher my panties. I had to hold that pose for a full five seconds. We managed to get front row seats in every class because no one really wanted to be up front where the teacher might call upon you.

That first day Tammy made me do it whenever the teacher was turned around and writing on the board. It was exciting thinking that they might turn around and catch me with my panties showing.

However, the second day Tammy did it four times in Mr. Young’s English class. At first I was mortified but then I couldn’t wait to feel that little squeeze on my elbow. When class was over Mr. Young asked both Tammy and I to stay seated. I was ready to be scolded and sent to detention but instead he asked Tammy if she had been giving the signals for me to spread my legs. Tammy smiled at him and told him that I was her sex slave and that yes, she had been telling me to do it. He then asked her to make me do it again. Tammy grabbed my elbow and I opened up my knees real wide sliding down in my chair to allow him the best possible view. Mr. Young was cute and my first male teacher. I enjoyed letting him see my panties.

Then Tammy asked, “Do you want her to take them off? Do want to keep them? Would you like to touch her?”

Mr. Young replied, “Tomorrow have her wear a pair of red panties, then after class I want her to remove them for me, and give them to me to keep.”

They were talking about me as if I were not even there.