Sarah's Submission

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. Michae

ls, she felt totally spoiled. Life felt pretty good!