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What Darcy Wants

8.55am… Miss Darcy D’Haviland was not in a “nice” mood. She was not in a bad mood, but it was certainly not a “nice” mood. As she sped along the Oxfordshire country lane in her open top Audi, her platinum crop of short blonde hair blowing in the breeze and her aviator shades glinting gold in the early morning sun, a red mist had fallen over her, as it sometimes did. Her whole being was like a coiled spring; she was tense; she was a huntress searching out prey. A mile up the road at the village bus stop stood the target of her affection; 19 year old Amelia Jessica Harris, Jess to her friends, who was lounging against the bus shelter, chewing gum, and scowling at having to be up and about at 9 am. Another boring day at college, thought Jess. How could she know that someone else, someone she hardly knew, had very different plans for her day? 9am… Jess raised her head as the dark red Audi pulled to a halt before her and a beautiful blonde lady lifted her sunglasses and smiled at her. “Your bus is delayed,” the lady called put, and she gestured to the empty seat beside her. “Jump in. I’ll take you to college.” Jess shrugged, opened the door, and jumped in. Her short pleated skirt rode up and she smiled as she felt the luxurious warm leather of the seat caress her bare thighs. She looked at the gorgeous blonde driver who slid her glasses back down and grinned with pleasure as she pulled away. 11am… Miss D’Haviland curled her fingers in Jess’ glossy blonde hair and gripped hard ...

... making the girl gasp and turn her face up to the older lady who already had her half naked in bra and knickers, kneeling at her feet, and dripping wet with desire. Miss D’Haviland spat across the young girls upturned face and the girl’s pink tongue shot out to lap up the wad of saliva on her pouting lips. Miss D’Haviland gripped the girls throat with her free hand, entirely overwhelming her. “You dirty fucking whore,” she hissed, and Jess closed her eyes and let out a pleading moan beneath her. “Every morning I pass you at that bus stop, in your little skirts, or your tight jeans and boots, and your tight tops showing off those big heavy tits of yours, or swinging round that tight arse of yours, intent on teasing those college boys no doubt. And I have to go to my office horny, all wet and worked up, because of some fucking tramp, sitting with my morning coffee, thinking how I would punish you if I had my hands on you. “Well. Now I have my hands on you, fuck toy. You should be more careful who you tease. I can do anything with you now. Anything.” Jess sunk her hands between her spread thighs and was fingering her clit through the sopping gusset of her knickers desperately trying to sate the growing desire that built within her as she listened to Miss D’Haviland’s words. She rubbed the clingy wet cotton between the folds of her pussy lips as she moved one long slim finger back and forth over her aching bud. Jess bit her lip and looked at Miss D’Haviland through wide blue eyes. ...