Stacy's Submission ~ Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

Stacy's Submission ~ Chapter 7

... work, writing down every important number she comes across in a hurry. Cara begins to moan with an ever increasing fervour. She puts one of her stocking-feet up against the heavy wooden desk. Stacy watches the woman's beautiful toes curl with ecstasy as she's forced to complete boring paperwork. Her swollen bead pulses with a maddening urgency. She tries desperately to ignore it and focus on her work, but Cara's squeaks and blissful noises torture her resolve. Oh fuck make her stop. I can't handle this any longer. Stacy's eyes peer up from the stack of papers to see Cara's legs spread widely. The woman's hand is hidden inside her black lingerie under her skirt. But Stacy can see Cara's fingers disappearing inside the woman's delicious canal. Cara's other foot stretches up onto the desk as she pushes back in her chair. With this extra leverage, she manages to delve her fingers deeper inside her and finally reach her puffy, inflamed g-spot. She jumps with electrified excitement as her nerves reward her with intense pleasure. Stacy bites her lip, hard. She crosses her legs, desperately trying to rub her clit in any way possible. The sensation is incredibly frustrating. Her tight pussy throbs and pleads to be given the same treatment Miss Cara's is. Cara's breathing quickens. She is almost panting as she works her fingers deeply inside her, rhythmically pumping pleasure into her cunt. Stacy can smell the woman's arousal, it fills the room. Why can't she be doing this to me!? ...

... She knows she's torturing me. She hates me for wanting to take Becca from her! Cara stops panting, but her fingers work harder. She stops breathing altogether as her ass lifts from her chair, seemingly possessed by some powerful sensation filling her whole body. Stacy feels herself becoming overwhelmed by Cara's sexuality. All she can think about is pleasing this woman, making her happy, not upsetting her, despite the terrible urgings of her own body. Stacy watches Miss Cara's lips tremble as the woman falls over the crest of her orgasm. Cara shrieks a loud moan. It's intensely sensual and alluring. Stacy feels her pussy's heat condense wetly on her panties. She imagines Becca's fingers spreading her lips open and plunging inside. Oh god Becca, I miss you… Cara's body shakes as she writhes violently in her leather chair. Her incredibly expensive business attire hangs gorgeously from her freshly satisfied body. I can't give up. I would do anything to be with Becca. That's why I'm still here. And I'll be happy to take Cara's money while I'm at it. Cara pulls her feet from the desk as she slowly returns to reality. She wears a very pleased look on her face and puts her heels back on. Stacy pretends to still be paying complete attention to the banal information on the desk. Cara fixes her hair, but barely needs to adjust anything. Despite her animalistic behaviour, she remains immaculate. She lets out a long, satisfied sigh. Stacy can't help but think it's directed at her in an ...