1. Stacy's Submission ~ Chapter 7


    Date: 8/6/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: Aerith_Lives, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    soft as it is sensuous. She's not even paying attention to me! Is this normal for her? Does she think I find this a normal thing? She still seems completely focused on her work. I don't understand. She's been so normal and professional with me since I arrived… besides this foot massage. This is such a fucked up, confusing situation. The feet bend and react to Stacy's touch. She can feel Cara's toes wiggle slightly between her fingers. Their delicious scent penetrates her nose and fills her head with desire. She can't help but imagine the other night at the bar, when these feet were pressing up against her naughty, hungry, wet pussy. Oh fuck… I can't. I can't do this. What if… what if I just started touching myself? No, that's totally inappropriate. Is it? Oh god I want to. No, she'd fire you. Would she? Stacy's young, tight pussy throbs warmly beneath her skirt. She can feel it emanating heat against her thighs. She thinks about subtly moving her fingers down her waistband to relieve some of the tension boiling inside her. No. You can't. She made you promise not to touch yourself, remember? Oh fuck! "Thank you dear, that was lovely," Cara compliments, pulling her feet from the desk. Stacy sits motionless, paralyzed waiting for whatever's to come next. Cara seems relaxed, but her eyes remain fixed on the page. She furrows a brow at something she's reading. What the hell? Is she doing all of this just to mess with me? Probably… "Stacy?" Cara's voice calls, interrupting Stacy ...
    from her contemplation. "Umm, yes? Sorry, what is it?" Stacy fumbles, trying to disguise her distractedness. "I will need you to get back to those files now. They're kind of at the top of my priorities list," Cara explains, very business-like. Her voice totally devoid of any real affection. Stacy feels betrayed. She slowly bows her head and sees how much boring paperwork remains to be done. Hesitantly, she picks her pen back up and starts recording information. ~~~ Another half hour or so goes by. To Stacy, it feels almost like a day. Her pussy is still wound up and contracting tightly every few seconds to remind her of its needs. Sitting in this rigid, unforgiving chair with the most gorgeous, confident, mysterious woman across from her, makes Stacy crazy. Miss Cara puts down her heavy notebook and closes it. She rubs her eyes and sighs gently. Break time? Stacy tries not to get her hopes up, but she doesn't know how much longer she can stand to focus on this mundane work. Her swollen, greedy insides refuse to let her relax. Cara doesn't even look at Stacy though as she inspects the room briefly, before unzipping the side of her skirt. What is she doing? Stacy can feel herself almost shaking as she watches Miss Cara loosen her skirt. Anxiety and excitement course through her nerves. Cara keeps her skirt on, but pulls it down her waist just slightly, revealing the top of her garter belt. She closes her eyes as her left hand wanders across her plump breasts. She moans with ...
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