1. Stacy's Submission ~ Chapter 7


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

    relaxed enjoyment as she gives them both a tender squeeze. Stacy drops her pen on the desk and it rolls onto the floor. Miss Cara's eyes shoot open, almost disturbed. "Be careful, Stacy. You startled me." Miss Cara's eyes close again as her right hand slides down under the top of her skirt. I don't understand what's happening. What does she want me to do? Does she expect me to just sit here while she does this? Among other things, Stacy feels an intense jealousy as she watches Cara's hand move slowly under her skirt. Miss Cara's face looks full of happiness and true enjoyment as she plays with her large breasts and presumably perfect pussy. Stacy swears she's able to smell Cara's arousal from across the table. It tantalizes her vagina as it becomes thoroughly moist between her legs. Stacy's wearing a cotton, white g-string to hide her panty line under her skirt. She can feel the thin material becoming damp as she watches the woman across from her, almost in a trance. I'll just put my fingers down my skirt. She can't see me. She won't know. Stacy licks her lips unconsciously as her hand drops under the desk and onto her lap. Cara spreads her legs, unknowingly giving Stacy a detailed look at the black panties she's wearing under her skirt. They match her garter belt. Stacy becomes transfixed between the woman's legs. She can just make out Miss Cara's slender, strong fingers moving up and down underneath the translucent panties. Stacy's hand reaches for the button on the side of ...
    her skirt. She can feel her slit drooling as it tingles excitedly. I'll just… no! No you can't. She'll know. She'll catch you. Don't give her another reason to withhold Becca from you. Stacy almost whines out loud as she fights with her desperate body. She curls her toes under her feet, madly trying to quell the heat and pressure bellowing inside her cunt. "Please try to focus on document filing and recording, it needs to get done this week," Cara scolds, staring right at Stacy. She continues to squeeze her breast and pleasure herself below her skirt. She maintains firm eye contact with Stacy. "You seem to be losing focus. I don't remember seeing 'easily distracted' on your resumé." What the? I don't... what does she want from me? Stacy, almost in shock, slowly bends down and picks her pen up off the floor. She can't help but feel embarrassed, almost censured by Miss Cara's rejection. She attempts to get comfortable in her rigid seat and puts pen back to paper. "I'd like it if you could try to be professional when you're in my office," Cara moans, her eyes closed. She rocks her hips harder into her hand now. I feel like I'm being punished. What did I do? "But, you are–" Stacy mutters before being interrupted. "I'm in my own office. I'm going to behave the way I normally do, whether you're here or not. If you have a problem with that, perhaps this job isn't for you." Stacy's face feels hot and her vagina aches, even more than her sore bum. She diligently tries to focus on her ...
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