Sarah's Submission: Chapter 01 - Introducing Sarah free porn video

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Being pretty had never been one of Sarah’s problems. She had a good body and a cute face and knew how to use both to get what she wanted from men. She liked the stares and enjoyed teasing them. But she suffered from being shy and insecure which kept her from ever standing out. She didn’t really fit in with most of the popular crowd at school. She could hang out with them and go to their parties. But they all came from wealth and privilege, while Sarah very much did not. They weren’t poor, just not well off. That meant she didn’t have the right clothes or the latest gadgets, the good makeup, or a decent car. These things all ran through her head every time she hung out with her circle of ‘friends’. And that made her insecure.

Still her senior year had gotten off to a good start. Unlike all of the other seniors looking forward to far away and expensive colleges in the coming year, she knew her destiny would be the local community college, and she would likely have to live at home and commute to be able to afford it. She had good grades, so she had landed a great scholarship to go there. She wanted to get a degree in something to give her a real career. She didn’t know what that would be yet having no idea what she wanted to do with her life, but at least she wouldn’t let herself get stuck in a menial job like her parents.

Her father worked at a delivery company as a driver and then part time on the weekends doing landscaping or snow removal and her mother worked as a checkout clerk at a pharmacy a couple of miles away. They had always provided well for her, and she had everything she needed, but Sarah knew that her parents still lived hand to mouth most of the time. They struggled to make the mortgage payments for their tiny house situated on a major street that they had picked it to get into a good school district for Sarah.

Her parents would have very little extra money to help her out with college expenses. She longed with the thoughts of living in the dorm and getting the full college experience, but that just wasn’t in the cards. As it was, she had to make most of her spending money babysitting in between studying to keep her grades up. That didn’t leave a lot of time to socialize with her classmates. Or go on a lot of dates.

Most of her friends got generous allowances from their parents and their high school memories would be mostly of fun, dating, sex, getting drunk and high, and taking trips to the lake or to go skiing. The normal things for kids that were fortunate enough to have more professional and successful parents. Most of the time that suited Sarah fine. A loner at heart, she felt self-conscious of not measuring up to the other kids.

Having just gotten out of the shower to get ready to go to school, she looked at her naked body in her full-length mirror in her bedroom. She had a petite frame at 5’3”, generally weighing between 105-110 pounds. Her dirty blond hair, tinged with a little strawberry red, hung down just below her shoulders, offsetting her pale skin and freckles. She hated the freckles as she felt like they made her appear even younger than her years. She had her eighteenth birthday coming up in about 4 weeks. But she had to admit that they did give her that cute girl-next-door look.

She didn’t smile much, not liking her imperfect teeth. Luckily, they weren’t too bad, but her parents hadn’t had money for braces growing up. Her mother would roll her eyes when Sarah complained about them saying that she had a wonderful smile and that Sarah should be grateful God had blessed her so.

She liked to wear her hair in a pony to keep it out of her face, but she would always pull it out around her friends to try to look at least somewhat her age. She also thought having her hair down made her look sexier in a slightly mussed up way. She kept her belly flat and tone and she had a perfect little peach shaped ass with no cellulite or fat. She worked hard to keep both that way. She originally ran track for school, but had to give that up when she started to develop as the bouncing of her breasts made it uncomfortable and a distraction. She played a little softball, more for the comradery than to ever try to excel at it.

After the age of sixteen, she turned more to yoga and Pilates to keep her body tone and fit. It fit her style more anyway being an individual way to exercise rather than a team sport. She never worked to get bulging muscles wanting to look feminine, but she liked to be firm and defined.

Her best asset were her tits. And she knew it. She drew her hands up slowly and cupped her breasts, feeling them and appreciating them. She had been a bit of a late bloomer with her breasts not starting to develop until she had turned fourteen, but they had grown to a solid full B or small C cup. They were perky and perfectly proportioned in her opinion. She had large, bright pink areolas and nipples that, when aroused, stuck out at least a half an inch and got very hard.

She loved her nipples and pinched them a little as she caressed herself. Pinching them always sent direct electrical shocks to her pussy and clit. Rolling them between her fingers for just a few minutes made her pussy start to drip and quiver. And when they were sucked on or bitten lightly, she almost always moaned involuntarily. She just couldn’t help herself. Even now standing in front of the mirror she crossed her legs and rotated her hips to try to rub the itch in her pussy caused by her nipples. She briefly thought about spreading her legs and taking care of that need, but a quick check of the clock told her she really had to finish getting ready for school.

She put on a fairly low cut V-neck top and a mid-length skirt over a lacy white bra and some simple white cotton panties. She always like to accentuate her breasts. She loved to see the looks on the male students and teachers faces. The white lace bra, being thin, let her nipples stand out during the day whenever she got a little aroused and they were instant magnets for anyone with a Y-chromosome. And being focused on her chest meant they weren’t really looking at how plain and cheap her clothes really were.

At her core, she knew she might be considered a cock-tease. Her reward for being so blessed with her perfect tits. And it kept her near the popular crowd. The boys would talk to her so that they could drool as they snuck peeks down her shirt. And the girls could feel superior to poor little Sarah in such drab clothing.

Once at school she made the rounds to see her friends and discuss the latest gossip. She found out about who had dated who, were they fucking yet, where the next party would be, class assignments assigned by asshole teachers, etc. The normal teenage angst. Sarah complained like her friends, but for the most part she did well in school and liked most of her teachers.

In particular, she liked Mr. Sheahan, her algebra teacher. Tall, lean, dark hair, neatly trimmed short beard, and being only in his late twenties made him one of the youngest teachers at the school as well as the best looking. He had only been teaching at the school for a couple of years and quickly became a favorite among all the students, especially the girls. Many hours had been spent discussing what he must be like out of his clothes and what his prowess might be in bed. Sarah in particular had speculated at length about what his cock might look like to her friend Jenny via long text strings back and forth. In bed at night, imagining him down between her legs licking her pussy while she masturbated always led to her quietly panting under the sheets with her pussy buzzing from a strong climax.

Algebra being her third class of the day, started like most with Mr. Sheahan working through a few new concepts on the board explaining the latest topic of study. Sarah tried to pay attention, but her mind kept wandering. She pictured his arms around her and his mouth sucking on her nipples, making her pussy wet with anticipation for him to lay her down, spread her legs and slide his cock slowly into her waiting pussy. She snapped herself out her fantasy suddenly conscious of the moisture between her legs and nervously crossed them looking around to make sure nobody noticed.

She loved to fantasize, but she found reality rarely lived up to her imagination. She wasn’t a prude or hung up about sex. Generally, she found that if you wanted to be popular, you had to put out to some degree. She just never found actual sex to be that much fun. The boys she had been with had been inexperienced, too rough for her taste, and they came too quickly.

She found giving a hand job to be the easiest way to satisfy a boy. She had always been quick to take her top off with boyfriends, given that her tits were always center to their attention. That made her seem easy and willing and she did love to have boys play with her tits and suck on her nipples. Then a quick hand job and everyone could walk away happy.

She had given head or had intercourse on a few occasions as well. But she made the boys work really hard for that. She required courtship and dates out and some level of commitment for her to go that far. But even when she did, she found sex to be a short, mostly unsatisfying, experience. She had only cum twice from a boy fucking her. And while she felt confident she gave good head since they came quickly, she didn’t care for the taste and usually spit or let them cum on their stomachs. In general, she felt like she had a normal healthy sex life for a teenager, but just didn’t find sex to be as important as most of her friends made it out to be.

Out of her haze, she jumped back to focusing on the lesson. She always sat in the front row so that Mr. Sheahan could get a good look at her. She just loved to tease. When he would turn back toward the class while explaining the equations on the board, she sat up straight and pulled her shoulders back to make her tits stick out. Or she would slowly suck on her pen while twirling her hair. She knew her flirtation had the desired effect and Mr. Sheahan’s eyes lingered over her, sometimes fumbling the next sentence.

He even blushed on those occasions he would finally draw his eyes up from her chest and see her looking directly at him, knowing he had been caught. This slow cat and mouse game had been going on all semester. Today, she became determined to take it a little further.

The normal format of the class consisted of Mr. Sheahan introducing a new concept during the first half of the class and then putting up some sample problems for the students to work through during the second half, allowing them to ask questions if they were having trouble. The problems today were simple, so she swiftly worked through the first couple. With everyone else’s head down scribbling on their paper and Mr. Sheahan looking down at his lesson plan, she crossed her arms over her chest pretending to struggle with how to approach it. Secretly however, she pinched and twisted her nipples to make sure they were good and hard, poking through her shirt and then grabbed her paper and walked up to Mr. Sheahan’s desk.

“Problems, Sarah?” he asked looking up from his lesson plan.

Sarah bent forward over the front of his desk and dropped her paper down in front of him. Leaning on her elbow as she bent forward, she responded “I just don’t get number 3. What are we supposed to do here?” She knew perfectly well that he had an unobstructed view down her V-neck shirt. Her thin lace bra provided little support to her tits as her nipples, now fully erect, pushed out like oversized raisins. Even the outline of her areola could be seen through the thin material. Despite his clear efforts to focus on her face as she stared at him waiting for direction on the math problem, his eyes were magnetically drawn to her cleavage. He stammered and shifted in his chair while he reluctantly pulled his eyes back up to meet hers and tried to come up with the right words to say.

Sarah could barely contain her smile as she continued to nod her head pretending to listen to every word of his explanation. She caught him three more times unable to lift his eyes all the way up to meet hers as he talked, transfixed by the soft skin and perfect curve of her breasts. Knowing the temptation had worked just made her nipples even harder. She even felt a fresh gush as her pussy tingled. When he finally managed to finish his de***********ion of how to address the problem, Sarah bounced up and said, “Thanks, Mr. Sheahan, I think I get it now.” She gave him a bright smile and a few second pause before grudgingly turning and headed back to her seat.

Confident his eyes were carefully checking out her round little ass, she threw in an extra sway or two back to her seat. She finished the last two problems before the bell rang and she slowly got out of her chair with the rest of the students and headed for the hall and her next class, but gave Mr. Sheahan a small waive on the way out. She could just imagine the giant boner he probably hid behind the desk. She again conjured a mental picture of a big thick veiny dick and fantasized what it would be like to wrap her mouth around it.

Out in the hall, her friend Jenny came running to catch up with her. “You slut!” she whispered as she nudged Sarah.

“What?!” Sarah responded with a mocking innocence.

“You practically jumped over the desk at him and jammed those tits in his face,” she teased, “and the look on his face was priceless!” Sarah just smiled and continued walking. “Are you going to try to fuck him?” Jenny asked nonchalantly.

“He’s a teacher!” Sarah replied incredulously. “I was just having a little fun. There’s no harm in getting a guy a little hot and bothered,” she justified. But the thought gave her a little shiver.

“Well, I think you could probably fuck him if you wanted to. Screw the rules,” Jenny chuckled.

Jenny always pushed Sarah into being more aggressive. Sarah being more reserved at heart, she preferred the guy to take the lead most of the time. Sarah had really stepped out of her comfort zone by teasing a teacher. But she liked it, and it definitely gave her a confidence boost. “Do you think anyone else noticed?” she asked a little concerned as the thought of everyone knowing what she had done hit her.

“No. I don’t think so. Everyone was pretty focused on the problems,” Jenny responded. “I just knew something was up when I saw you head to the front. You never need help with math. So I knew you must be looking to flirt with your crush!” she teased.

Now halfway down the hall, Jenny switched topics, “Do you want to come over tonight to study for the history test?”

“I can’t tonight,” said Sarah. “It’s Thursday and I have my babysitting gig on Thursdays.” Sarah had a weekly babysitting job lined up every Thursday with Mr. Michaels.

Tony Michaels had a private equity company and had a beautiful house in the better part of town about 15 minutes from where Sarah lived. Being divorced, he had a three year old son that stayed with him from Wednesday to Saturday every week, but Mr. Michaels had a standing poker game every Thursday night with his buddies. He didn’t stay out that late, usually getting home around 11:00pm. He never struck Sarah as a big drinker, but some nights he came home a little tipsy.

Sarah liked sitting for him because he was great tipper as well as being a nice guy. At 5’10” tall with very short dark hair, being lean and muscled from working out a lot to stay in good shape, and having piercing blue eyes, made him pretty easy to look at too. She guessed his age at 36 or 37 but didn’t know for sure. Sarah had babysat for Billy for almost a year and loved him dearly. Such an inquisitive, funny child that stayed very well behaved most of the time made babysitting a breeze.

Usually Mr. Michaels had him fed by the time she got there around 6:30. She only had to play with him a little, give him a bath, get him ready for bed and read him a couple of bedtime stories. He would be sound asleep by 8:00 at the latest. That left Sarah alone for the rest of the night to do homework, watch TV, and play on her phone. $15 an hour with a generous tip made for easy money. She had a few other babysitting jobs from time to time, but Mr. Michaels paid the best and the most consistently. He always needed her on Thursday nights and occasionally a second night during the week.

Since her parents really didn’t have any cash to give her, if she wanted gas, clothes, money to go out with friends, or whatever, babysitting proved to be her best option. And she had discovered several months prior that if she wore something skimpy and flirted with Mr. Michaels, the tip at the end of the night would be even better.

After her success with Mr. Sheahan during class, she decided to go to Mr. Michaels that night without a bra on to see just how far she could push the flirting. She bet herself that she could get the tip up to $30.

The rest of the school day passed slowly as Sarah continued to scheme about her upcoming babysitting job trying to pick what to wear to drive Mr. Michaels crazy. She had cheerleading practice after her last class and got home in time to have a quick dinner before getting ready. She decided on a white ribbed crop top that buttoned up the front. It had a deep V-neck on the top with a small v over her navel and bare midriff. Coupled with a pair of very tight leggings that hugged her peach shaped ass perfectly. She wore a thong so that the outline of it could clearly stand out down the back to her ass cleft and give her a little bit of a camel toe in front.

The crop top perfectly showed off her tits. They stood out like two perfect handfuls of flesh with her puffy areolas and nipples clearly visible. She pulled her hair back into a pony tail with a few strands of hair left out to frame her face. Finally some 4” heels to complete the outfit. She would put on some red lipstick after she got out of the house, but she threw a sweatshirt over the outfit so her parents wouldn’t see the whorish outfit on her way out the door. Feeling ready, she said a quick goodbye and jumped in her car.

As she parked in front of his house, she actually felt nervous but excited. She liked to fantasize about Mr. Sheahan, but Mr. Michaels had always been a close second. After a Thursday night babysitting gig, he sometimes replaced Mr. Sheahan as her masturbatory focus before falling asleep. Imagining him sucking on her nipples and pulling her down on his rock hard erection while she straddled him always brought her to a quick orgasm.

She pulled off the sweatshirt, fixed her lipstick, gave the girls a quick tweak and headed to the front door. She clasped her hands behind her after ringing the bell, pulling her shoulders back a few inches and put on her best coquettish grin, ready for Mr. Michaels to open the door. She got exactly what she wanted. Mr. Michaels eyes definitely popped as he pulled open the door.

Several long seconds of silence as he took her in proceeded him finally saying, “My don’t you look ravishing tonight.” He continued to look her up and down before taking a small step back to let her in. She took long slow strides as she walked in and deliberately brushed closer to him than she needed to rather than walking around him.

“Thank you,” she replied simply. As she passed, he could smell the sweet perfume she had put on to help with the seduction.

“I bet you have all of the guys chasing you at school,” he mused.

She walked through the entry foyer toward the living room and replied, “Not as much as you would think, but I do pretty well.” She had pulled her hands in front for her as she passed to make sure he would have an clear view of her ass as it swayed from side to side. She felt almost naked in front of him with all of her clothes so skintight but loved the reaction it elicited. She noticed his pause before he finally collected himself and closed the door and followed her through the house to the den.

“You’re a senior, right? What am I going to do without you once you go to college next year?” he said in a joking manner.

She turned and leaned up against the expensive leather sectional couch, and replied, “Yep, a senior this year. My birthday is coming up next month. I’ll finally be 18 and ready to be on my own. But I’ll be going to school here in town and most likely have to live at home to make it more affordable. I’d really love to get my own place, but I just don’t think it will happen,” she explained. “So I’ll still be able to babysit for you while I am going to college,” she offered a little concerned. She hadn’t even considered losing this job.

To her relief, he brightened and responded, “Oh great! That’s a relief. Billy loves you and I would hate to lose you,” he said, emphasizing the second half of the sentence.

“What does that mean?” she thought with a small raise of her eyebrows. But he had already turned to gather up Billy and give him a big hug and kiss.

“He’s eaten and ready to play,” he said as he put him down and watched Billy run at full speed over to Sarah and grab her leg. She grabbed him up and gave his neck a quick raspberry bringing cheerful laughs. “Should be the normal time. Wish me luck,” he said as he started to walk out toward the back door.

“We’ll be here waiting for you. Good luck,” she called out as he left and closed the door.

Playtime, bath, books and bed for the child. And she fed Max, their big chocolate lab and let him out back. All like clockwork. She loved playing with Billy, and he went down to bed without serious incident. Once homework was out of the way, she looked at the clock and knew she still had an hour or so to kill. Max slept dead to the world at her feet. She scratched his ears and he perked up for a minute, but then plopped back down.

All of the naughty behavior of the day still had her pretty hot and bothered. She did one last check on Billy to make sure he slept soundly and then went up to Mr. Michaels bedroom. She didn’t normally snoop when she babysat, but she felt adventurous. Her jaw dropped seeing the huge room and giant king-sized bed. The finishings and style were all very masculine and had the sophisticated touch of a professional decorator. She went to the big walk in closet and looked at all of his clothes neatly hanging up. They were all expensive brands. And he had more shoes than most women. Everything so neat and tidy. She knew he probably had a maid that came often, but even with that, she could tell that he liked everything just so.

She wandered next into the master bathroom. Easily the size of the whole second floor of her house. The tub looked like a small swimming pool and the shower could easily fit 4 people and had shower heads and wands everywhere. Looking through the vanity drawers, she found a stash of condoms and a giant bottle of little blue pills. She chuckled at that. She knew he was a little older but it still surprised her that he might need a little helper to get it up. Or maybe he just liked to be able to stay hard for a long time and go all night long, she reasoned. That fit better for the illusion of the Mr. Michaels in her fantasies.

She found more surprises in the nightstand. A pair of handcuffs, and several pairs of nylon cuffs that looked like they were for wrists and ankles. They were padded with Velcro straps to fasten them and d-rings along the outside. There were also several neatly wrapped lengths of rope. “Was Mr. Michaels into kink??” she questioned herself. It immediately made her wonder what it would be like to be tied down to that giant bed while he played with her body, doing anything he wanted. As the images flashed through her head, she could feel herself getting aroused and her nipples became so stiff they hurt a little.

That left the dresser with the TV over it sitting opposite the bed in the room. Most of the drawers were just clothes, but one of the two smaller top drawers had been locked and had a small keyhole. “Hmm, did he carry the key or did he stash a key here in the room,” she wondered. She knew he always dropped his keys in a big bowl down by the back door whenever he came and went. They made a distinctive clank every time he walked in the door. So it would make more sense that he would have a key stashed so he could get into it easily. She started looking around. She went back to the bedside table and went through the drawers again. Finding nothing, she searched the bathroom. And then the closet, going through a few boxes and looking under the folded clothes. No sign of a key.

She stopped to think, “He’s a guy and guys like things simple and convenient.” Her eyes were drawn back to the dresser. She ran her hands all around the edges and the back. She looked through all of the drawers again. Then thinking of all of the movies and cop shows, she checked the underside of each drawer. Still nothing. She looked up at the TV mounted to the wall over the dresser. She ran her hands around the edge and up along the back on each side. On the right side, opposite of the locked drawer on the left side of the dresser, she felt something. It definitely felt like a key. After a little fiddling, she realized it had been stuck on the back with Velcro.

Being very careful and slow, she pulled and the Velcro gave way with a little tear. She couldn’t believe she had found it! She put it in the keyhole and it turned. She opened the drawer and found a large stash of cash. Bills of all denominations. Just crammed into the drawer with no organization or order. Like he just threw it in there at the end of the night. She stared at the find unable to move. It had to be thousands and thousands of dollars.

Looking though the random bills all jumbled together, she thought about all of the nights that he came home after his poker night. He usually had a wad of cash either in his shirt pocket or his pants pocket. Sometimes he would even show her the wad of cash and tell her he had killed at poker. Most of the time he paid her from that money. If he lost, he would go upstairs and come back with her cash. This had to be where it came from.

She knew that he won a lot more than he lost. He told her one time after he had clearly had a few that his buddies weren’t very good at poker, and he had figured out their tells. They were all rich as hell so losing a thousand or even a couple of thousand didn’t mean much. So, he usually took them for some pretty decent amounts. This must be all his poker winnings that he just stuffed into the drawer without much thought.

Looking at all those bills, she thought to herself “There was no way he could know exactly how much was in there, right?? He wouldn’t miss a few, would he??” She seriously considered taking some of the loose bills. But her conscience made her feel guilty. She had never stolen anything, considering herself to be a ‘good girl’. She decided she couldn’t do it. She put the cash back in the drawer and replaced the key.

Then she threw herself on the bed. Her expedition had revealed a lot. She went back to thinking about Mr. Michaels tying her to the bed and running his strong hands all over her. She closed her eyes and started running her hands over her body imagining they were his. She pulled the snaps of her top open and let her tits out. As usual, her nipples were as hard as diamonds. She squeezed them both at the same time and let out an audible moan. Tingles went through her body like electricity right to her clit. She didn’t know why her nipples seemed to be so much more sensitive than any of her friends, but playing with hers always sent her into a frenzy. Even the puffy areolas were sensitive. She traced just the tip of her finger around the outer edge of her areola and caused small flutters in her stomach.

As the sensations built, she knew she had to take this all the way. She pulled her leggings down and her soaked thong out from between her swollen pussy lips. Still feeling restricted, she pulled one leg completely of the tight garment. That let her spread her legs nice and wide. She felt the heat come off her pussy and her hand brushed the labia and circled her clit. The day had left her more sensitive than normal. Her clit throbbed as soon as she touched it. With her left hand squeezing her nipple and slightly twisting it, and her right hand spreading and then rubbing her pussy and clit, she knew she could get herself off in minutes.

She tried to force herself to go slow, but the more she pictured Mr. Michaels over her, kissing her neck, her nipples, down her stomach on his way to her pussy, the faster she went. It wasn’t her finger going back and forth over her clit, it was his tongue. Fast then slow. From her leaking slit, up the outer lips to circle her clit in small circles and then back again. Her hips rolled and she let out long slow moans. Unable to stand it, she finally pressed down on her clit hard and rocketed herself into climax. She groaned with the orgasm and rocked from side to side. As it started to ebb, she jammed her middle two fingers into her wet hole and rode out the last waves of pleasure.

Her pussy juice soaked her pubic hair and hand. She lay there for a few minutes trying to recover. Reluctantly rousing herself to look over at the clock she saw that he could be home at anytime. She gathered her clothes and ran to the bathroom to clean up. Checking in the mirror, she fussed with her messed up hair, but decided it would work. Before leaving, she made sure the wrinkles were out of the bed. She turned all the lights back off and ran down the stairs to the den and threw herself on the couch. She turned on the TV and calmed herself, trying to catch her breath from the excitement. Little miss goody two-shoes had had quite a day.

But almost an hour passed before she heard the clank of the keys hitting the bowl. His tardiness had been making her anxious and annoyed with it being a school night. She prepared to complain to Mr. Michaels, but quickly changed her tune when he came into the room. He was in rare form. She knew immediately that he was drunk. Not tipsy, but drunk. She could also see a giant wad of bills stuck into his shirt pocket. By the looks of it, he had been the big winner of the night.

“Great night!” he said with a fist over his head in victory. “Had to take an Uber home,” he laughed. “That will be a pain in the ass tomorrow.” His words slurred and he walked unbalanced.

Sarah got off the couch and walked over smiling. “Looks like a good night for sure,” she said encouragingly. This would surely end in a big tip. As she came close to him, he went to step forward and stumbled a bit. He instinctively grabbed onto Sarah with his left arm on her shoulder and face hitting the nape of her neck. Then Sarah felt it. “Did he just cop a feel?” she questioned to herself. She was sure his other hand had grabbed and squeezed her tit all at the same time. It even felt like he tweaked her already overly sensitive nipple.

“I’m sorry. Sorry about that,” he said righting himself. But then he definitely grabbed and squeezed her ass while still stumbling into her again. And brushed down to cup her other tit.

“He’s getting out of hand,” she thought while she told him “Let’s get you up to bed.”

He took in a deep breath as he composed himself, “You smell wonderful. Kind of a musky smell. What is that?” he asked.

“Oh my god, can he smell my pussy?” she thought in a panic. “Just a new perfume I was trying. Let’s get you upstairs,“ trying to change the subject quickly.

As soon as she got him upstairs to the bed, after numerous near falls, he pulled out the wad of bills and gave her the normal amount with a $10 tip. “Thanks again. Sorry for being such a mess. This was a special occasion. Won’t happen again, I promise. Just lock the door on your way out,“ he half mumbled as he pulled of his shirt over his head.

She took a second to look at his tone stomach and hairy chest. “Sleep it off and see you next week,” she said with a chuckle as she left the room. She made sure the front door locked behind her on the way out.

“Well that was crazy,” she thought to herself as she got into the car and headed home. She couldn’t help but feel disappointed that her slutty outfit had not resulted in a better tip. Especially since he had definitely felt her up and grabbed her ass. She wrote it off to him just being too drunk to be thinking clearly.

The farther she got down the road, the more she concluded she deserved more for her efforts. She looked in the rearview mirror. “You look fucking hot. He should have dropped some big bills for the show,” she thought to herself. She felt sure he would have if he hadn’t been so drunk. Then her mind went to that pile of cash in the drawer. That alone could have paid for a year of college for her. Maybe more. And he wouldn’t miss a few bills she reasoned. Would he? There was no way.

She convinced herself he surely would have given her $40 or $50 if he hadn’t been so out of it. Especially since she didn’t complain about him grabbing her tits. She really deserved at least that much. So if she took a couple of bills next week just to make things right, then nobody would be hurt, right? These thoughts kept churning through her head the whole way back home.

The rationalization became almost obvious by the time she pulled into the driveway. Of course she deserved it. He could get in trouble if she made an issue of him feeling her up several times. Her being underage after all. As she walked through the door, she knew she had come to a decision. She would take matters into her own hands and make the night right. And just to make sure she played fair, she would wear something even sluttier the next week. He deserved a treat as well and he obviously liked what he saw.

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By the time the next Thursday came around, Sarah had convinced herself that she was entitled to take an extra $100. But to help justify that, she would give Mr. Michaels some more eye candy. This time she picked a very lose fitting short sleeve sweeter. Low cut enough in the front to easily hang down and let him peek at her tits if she leaned over. And of course, no bra. She planned on giving him a full view. Paired with some short shorts that showed off her legs and tight ass.

As soon as she walked in, Mr. Michaels said apologetically, “I’m so sorry for coming home so drunk last week,” he pleaded. “Please don’t hold it against me. But I appreciate you getting me into my bed before you left.” He chuckled and continued, “I’m not sure I would have made it on my own.”

Sarah assured him not to worry about it. But she also made sure he stood in front of her when she leaned over to say hello to Billy. She stayed bent over talking to Billy for a few minutes and peaked up to confirm she had captured Mr. Michaels attention. He hadn’t moved and his eyes stared straight down her sweater. Sarah could feel her breasts sway freely with her nipples fully erect. When she finally stood up, Mr. Michaels raised his eyes to greet hers and smiled before saying goodbye to the two of them.

She wasted no time after she had Billy in bed for the night. She ran back to Mr. Michaels room, opened the cash drawer and she counted out $100 in smaller bills, mostly $10s and $5s. “That was fair, right?” she thought. He felt her up, he saw her tits, she wore sexy outfits twice. Totally worth it in her mind.

When Mr. Michaels came in just before 11:00, he handed her an extra $50 on top of a $50 tip for the night and apologized for not tipping her enough the week before after she had been so thoughtful and forgiving. Sarah felt guilty for a minute but figured she still deserved what she had taken.

The week after that, she wore a silky cami top with open sides, intentionally letting her tits almost bounce out. She loved the way he reacted, almost salivating at the site of her young body. She got the third $50 tip in a row and she pocketed an extra $150 from the drawer. Sarah felt like she had hit a goldmine.

He also asked her to sit again on Saturday night as he had Billy all weekend, but had a dinner meeting that night. She got bolder and wore a short skirt with no underwear. She found ways to bend over several times in front of him making sure he could see her bare ass and even slid her legs open a little the last time so there would be no way he didn’t see her glistening pink slit. She saw a definite bulge in his pants as he walked out of the door. That night, she felt entitled to two crisp $100s that were in a stack of hundreds from the winnings of the last poker game.

While she waited for him to return, she couldn’t help but lift her skirt and rub her pussy thinking about exciting an older man and giving him a raging hardon. As she rolled toward her orgasm, she almost jumped out of her skin when she felt Max’s wet nose on her inner thigh. She legs snapped shut as she pushed the nosey dog out from between them. Max continued to sniff and whine, and Sarah had to scold him for being naughty. When she saw his red penis tip sticking out underneath him, she couldn’t help but laugh to herself at getting all of the males hard that night! She watched Max go off the corner and slowly lick his penis in long strokes.

By the time her birthday had come and gone, she had lifted over $1000 from the drawer. She couldn’t believe how easy it had become. And she hadn’t even made a dent in the drawer. She felt completely confident that he couldn’t tell or wouldn’t care anyway. So much so that she almost felt bad when he had a card for her for her birthday wishing her a happy 18th with $300 stuffed inside. She gave him a huge hug and even worked to rub her tits on his chest telling him how grateful she felt and that she knew just the new outfit she wanted to buy with it.

She smiled and jumped up and down and gave him a second big hug. The whole time knowing that he had to be able to feel her diamond hard nipples rub against him. Again, she could visibly see the effect she had on him and enjoyed how uncomfortable he seemed to become. On her way home, she reasoned that at this rate, maybe she could get her own place.

It had turned out to be her best birthday ever. Jenny had gotten her a really expensive purse. She felt bad because she had only gotten Jenny a fairly inexpensive pair of earrings the month before for her birthday. And then she turned around and got Sarah something really expensive. She also secretly felt a little irritated at the way Jenny always found it necessary to remind Sarah that she had a lot more money than Sarah did and loved to rub it in a little. But regardless, between the gifts from her family, Jenny and a couple of other friends and now the fat birthday card from Mr. Michaels, she felt totally spoiled. Life felt pretty good!

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