Stacy's Submission ~ Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

Stacy's Submission ~ Chapter 7

... is no longer an option. She wants to smell them, taste them. She wants to be surrounded and filled with Miss Cara's erotic passion. Stacy's crotch yearns for attention. The long day of monotonous paperwork, whilst constantly being teased and aroused has pushed her too far. She's in Cara's bed, with the sweet smell of the woman's pussy in her hands. All she can think about is getting off. Fuck it. Finger yourself Stacy. Just do it. You need it, you deserve it. You've done so well today. Becca would want you to! Cara won't ever know! She presses her hips down harder as she breathes in Cara's naughty essence. It's deliriously satisfying, but only makes her want more. Stacy's bead throbs between her moist lips. But if she asks if I did… she'll know I'm lying! Stacy's nose fills with the gorgeous woman's pheromones. Their effect is immediate as Stacy becomes high from their power. One of her hands moves down to her waist, intent on unbuttoning her skirt. Her young pussy feels incredibly tight and aches to be relieved. How do you know she'll know? Do you really believe that? She's not a mind reader. She's just trying to scare you. Stacy holds the panties against her face. Miss Cara's delicious, erotic odour dominates Stacy's senses. The wet material against her nose sends naughty thrills through her horny body. But if she catches you, she'll know how much she drives you crazy. You'll have no leverage left. Stacy whimpers to herself. Her hand shakes under her g-string as it waits ...

... for permission to enter her pussy. Stacy's open lips graze Cara's bottoms and causes a sharp shiver of forbidden excitement to rush into her cunt. I need to do this! Stacy's fingers jump onto the wet lips of her swollen pussy. Her tongue slowly leaves her mouth, hoping to finally taste Miss Cara. "What are you doing?" Cara's cool, stern voice demands from behind Stacy. Oh no!. Oh god no! Stacy lays on the bed, paralyzed, Cara's panties scrunched up in her hand, pressed against her face. I've screwed it up. I've screwed it all up! She drops the panties on the floor and stands up. "I'm really sorry, ma'am… Miss Cara," Stacy professes, noticing her skirt is undone and hanging off her hips. Her fingers frantically try to button it back up. "I'm not sure this arrangement is going to work out. You clearly have trouble acting in a disciplined, professional manner. Being a bad girl at night and on the weekends is fun, but you're on work time right now. I'm not sure how I feel about having my time and money wasted like this." Stacy feels incredibly guilty and her face becomes flush. Her lips tremble as she tries to speak. The pain of having Miss Cara disappointed in her is harsher than she could have imagined. "I wanted to help you with this job, Stacy," Cara continues. "I didn't mean to force you into something you hated." "I don't hate this job. You were really kind to give me this opportunity. I just… it's so hard to focus on working when you are, nearby. I don't know, just something ...