Stacy's Submission ~ Chapter 10 - Sex Stories

Stacy's Submission ~ Chapter 10

... vibrator. Her stomach and ass feel tight and are cramping with desire. I just want to be with Becca! "Oh fuck, I'm turned on. I'm soaking!" Cara remarks, seeming delighted. "My cunt is throbbing and ready. It's going to get what it wants, unlike yours." "No, that's not fair. You can't!" Stacy cries, through the pheromone laden panties. "Stacy, dear, you're lucky I'm even allowing you the chance to be here with me. I could've turned Becca away from you the moment you two met, but I didn't. I know how much you girls want to be together, but frankly, I'm not sure if that's what is best." The buzzing toy causes a seizure of pleasure to rip through Stacy's pelvis. Her little asshole tightens and throbs as her desire to cum continues to build. "That's not for you to decide!" Stacy shouts, desperately trying persuade Cara. "You're right, it's not. It's for Becca to decide. And her decision is clear. She wants to be with me, until I say she's mature enough to be on her own," Cara announces with a smile. She knows she's won. Stacy hangs her head, unable to deal with Cara and her own body's unrelenting, carnal demands. Miss Cara watches Stacy struggle silently. The girl looks ready to burst. "Stacy, dear, what are you feeling?" "I'm going to cum," Stacy whines, exhausted. Her skin perspires as she accepts the pleasure from the device inside her. "We can't have you doing that, yet," Cara teases, turning the vibrator to its lowest setting. "You were a good girl for being honest with me ...

... though. I'll remember that." Oh god. When will this end? What do I have to do to earn her respect? I can't tell if she loves me or hates me. Cara rubs two of her fingers against her sweet, humid femininity. "I'm going to get Becca now. And the whole time she's in here, you won't make a sound. She can't know you're here watching." Stacy shakes her head. The smell of Cara's pussy torments her. I'd give anything to orgasm right now. "Stacy, you have to behave. I need you to be silent, or our game will be ruined. Stacy moans quietly as she struggles with the thought of Becca with another woman. "Sweetheart, you have to play by my rules if you want my permission to have Becca," Cara points out, calmly. Despite the vibrator being on low, its effect on Stacy's G-spot is still agonizingly apparent. The distress causes her little, pink-painted toes to curl. "You put the belt on, you put the collar on. Those mean that you are to do what I require. You chose that," Cara continues, really soaking her fingers against her rosy slit. "Of course, at any time you can decide you've changed your mind. That you don't want to be here anymore." Stacy almost yelps from the prospect of escaping this wonderfully erotic but cruel situation. "Just tell me you're giving up and I'll unlock you and let you go. But if you do, don't expect me to ever give Becca my blessing to be with you. I'll know you're just as weak as she is." Breathe Stacy. You can do this. You have to, for Becca. It's fine, just calm ...