What Darcy Wants - Sex Stories

What Darcy Wants

... were to call me Miss Harris, you fucking bitch.” Miss D’Haviland bit her lip and nodded quickly. “Yes Miss Harris.” “Again,” Jess called out. Three more thwacks filled the room as she paddled Miss D’Haviland’s defenceless bottom, over and over. The older woman whimpered. “Yes Miss Harris,” she cried out. “Better,” said Jess switching the crop into her left hand, reaching with her right hand between Miss D’Haviland’s legs to grip her pussy. The woman’s sex was open and wet, and Jess slid two entwined fingers deep within her as she smiled. She pushed her hand upward roughly between the woman’s spread thighs, relaxed, and then pushed upward again. Miss D’Haviland grunted each time her cunt was filled, and the squishing sound of her juicy cavity being finger fucked was clear in the air. Jess was thrilled, and added a third finger, and fucked Miss D’Haviland with all the vigour she could muster. When Miss D’Haviland came, she came so hard that she squirted pussy juice all over Jess’s hand. Jess withdrew her dripping fingers. She groped at the woman’s heaving breasts with her wet fingers, leaving Miss D’Haviland’s flesh glistening with a coating of her own pussy juice. She wiped her fingers across Miss D’Haviland’s blushing cheeks. Miss D’Haviland groaned, “Thank you Miss Harris.” She blushed harder still. Her wide eyes filled with humiliation and desire. Jess grinned as she placed the paddle on the table and ran her fingers over the other items as if deciding what she should select next. “Don’t thank me yet whore,” she smiled. Jess eye’s sparkled as she watched her captive blonde. Her mind raced with ideas. “I haven’t even started with you yet honey” she purred.