1. Stacy's Submission ~ Chapter 7


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

    remembers Becca. The girl's perfect, adorable eyes cut straight to her heart and make her feel sick with emotion. Miss Cara is trying to humiliate you. If you don't let it bother you, it will impress her. She's probably just testing you. If you quit, you lose the chance at getting Becca anytime soon. The faster Cara realizes she can trust you, the faster you'll have the girl of your dreams back in your arms, free from all of this controlling nonsense! Stacy takes a deep breath. Her toes gently wiggle against the soft, white carpet. I can do this. Stacy gets to work on the bed. She searches the closet for fresh pillowcases and uses them. The slept-in bedding smells like Miss Cara's sumptuous body. The woman's essence is inescapably palpable. She finishes making the bed and checks the task off her list with a small sense of pride. Now, for the laundry. Stacy briefly searches the room for Miss Cara's hamper. She finds it in the far corner, across from the closet. Stacy bends down to pick it up, but notices the article of clothing on top. Miss Cara's black, nylon panties, the ones she was wearing earlier, downstairs. What is wrong with me? Stacy is already on edge, but something about being in this powerful woman's room, looking at her used clothing, has Stacy incredibly excited. Her belly trembles with anxious energy and she thinks about picking up the panties. I can't touch myself, but, that doesn't mean I can't, just indulge myself a little bit... Stacy knows it's only going ...
    to make her desperate arousal more sharp and agonizing, but she can't help herself. She reaches into the basket and carefully pulls out Cara's recently used underwear. It's damp against her fingertips. I'm so bad. I've become so fucking naughty. I can't even control myself anymore! What am I doing? Barely being able to think straight, Stacy finds herself laying, stomach-down on the bed. Immediately, she feels the slight pressure from the mattress against her swollen folds. The urge to break her promise and fuck herself, grows quickly, as does the moisture in her panties. Miss Cara... Stacy holds the nylon garment out at arms length in front of her. She examines it with complete, naively-depraved fascination. Her fingers run along the edges of the material, feeling its soft, luxurious texture. An intense excitement scurries around inside Stacy's belly. The more she plays with the wet material, the more this anxious and pleasurable feeling expands inside her. Should I smell them? Stacy inches the panties closer to her face, playing with the taboo idea. Her tight g-string pulls against her puffy lips as she unconsciously thrusts her pelvis into the mattress below her. Stacy's eyes widen as the black lingerie in her hands is brought within an inch of her face. Her fingertips can still detect just a hint of moisture from Cara's earlier explosion of arousal. I can't believe this. What am I doing? I'm so weak. Stacy feels powerless to control her situation. Putting the underwear back ...
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