Stacy sits in Miss Cara's office. She sorts through a stack of text-heavy documents and double checks all of the dates and amounts she's recorded on her tracking sheet.

Her neck is sore and her bum aches, but she keeps going. She wants to prove to Cara, once and for all that she can put up with anything she throws at her. Nothing will stop her from working hard and winning Becca's hand.

Her bare feet feel chilled in the cool house and Stacy continuously tries to warm them against the insides of her thighs. Unfortunately, the small, wooden chair she's using makes it very uncomfortable to sit in that position for long. The monotonous day seems to be going on forever.

Stacy hears Cara's heels coming down the hall. A glimmer of anxious excitement builds inside her.

"Stacy, dear, you've been working so hard. I think you should come and take a break," Cara declares, seeming pleased. Her relaxed tone sets Stacy at ease.

Stacy gets up from the desk and feels the familiar strain of her tired muscles.

Ohh… I need a massage.

She straightens her expensive skirt and makes sure her white top is tucked in, before following Miss Cara to the living room.

Stacy's clammy feet feel sticky against the hardwood floor. It doesn't help that just being in Cara's presence makes her nervous and on edge.

The living room is decorative and fashionable, but exudes a cozy atmosphere. There are a couple of nice leather love seats as well as a soft-looking upholstered couch. Everything is a creamy vanilla colour, except the rich, dark, wooden walls.

"Have a seat, dear," Cara offers, motioning to the couch.

Stacy obliges and settles her tired body down onto the incredibly soft cushions. She has to fight the urge to pull her legs up and lie down on it.

Mmm…

Miss Cara sits down on the other side of the sofa and crosses her nylon-swathed legs. Her professional, yet sexy high heels make her feet look very provoking.

Stacy sighs, enjoying the brief moment of relaxation.

"There are a few things I'd like to make clear at this point," Cara discloses. She looks over at Stacy to make sure her new employee is listening carefully.

"Alright," Stacy complies, trying to sound as respectful and easy going as possible.

"Right now, you are on a break. You're off the clock when you are on a break and this time won't count towards your weekly paycheques. I'm paying you more than enough though, so don't worry about this cutting into you earnings too much."

"Okay. I guess that's fair," Stacy agrees, trying to make sure she's following Cara's logic accurately.

"Which means, when you are on a break, you're technically, not my employee and I'm no longer your employer. You are just a young, pretty girl, sitting on my sofa…" Cara's voice trails off, conveying the weight of her statement. She taps her immaculate, french-manicured fingernails against the cushion.

Stacy swallows the lump in her throat. She suddenly feels very vulnerable and helplessly aroused.

What is this woman going to do to me?

The excitement of Stacy's anxiety makes her heart race. She has no idea what Miss Cara is thinking, which both thrills and scares her.

"Let's have a little chat," Cara suggests, patting the top of her soft skirt. "Come here, lay your head down on my lap."

Stacy instantly feels herself pulled in two directions. Her body yearns for Miss Cara's affection. The prospect of getting to be closer to her is incredibly enticing. But Stacy can't help feel that anything Miss Cara wants, might not be in her best interest.

Why does she want me to lay down? Is this a trap?

Cara pulls her heels off, places them neatly on the floor and gets comfortable.

"Come on, I'll play with your hair. We'll have some girl talk, it'll be fun."

Stacy awkwardly pulls herself to the middle of the couch and brings her cold toes up onto the warm cushions. She looks down at Cara's pelvis. The woman's pretty clothing looks more than inviting against her body. Stacy can't help but notice the energy and heat culminating between her legs.

Oh my… why is this so nerve wracking?

She nervously lowers herself down and puts her head on the lap. She faces sideways, away from Cara's stomach. Instinctively, she curls her knees up towards her chest and tucks her feet on top of each other.

What am I doing here? I feel like I'm being treated like a child.

Cara's fingers begin to push through Stacy's hair, gently teasing and tickling her scalp.

Oh yes, this is perfect.

Stacy feels herself melt immediately. Her eyes close as the comforting sensations run from her head down into her toes. She can feel the heat from Miss Cara's crotch warming the side of her face. It is strangely soothing, but causes Stacy to realize how humid she feels under her own skirt.

"Good girl. You're such a pretty girl," Miss Cara purrs, affectionately running her hands through Stacy's thick, shiny, chestnut hair.

I love this. I love how she makes me feel when she talks to me like this. I'm a hypocrite, but I don't care. I'm her pretty girl. Maybe she's starting to really like me. It won't be long before she lets Becca be with me!

The thought of being with Becca brings a smile to her face. Her belly is full of joy and sexual tension, but she can't escape a tiny sense of worry in the back of her mind.

I wonder if I will ever see Miss Cara again, after I have Becca.

"How are you finding this job dear?" Cara asks, interrupting Stacy's dream-like state.

"Oh, it's umm… I think I can do it. Thank you again, for giving me this opportunity."

"You're very welcome," Cara acknowledges, gracefully. "Did you enjoy smelling my panties earlier?"

Stacy's eyes go wide as her body becomes paralyzed by an intense embarrassment. She can feel her face going white as blood leaves her head. Her stomach fills with knots as she tries to somehow escape the situation.

Cara's hands slip out from Stacy's hair.

"Turn over, dear. It's impolite not to look at someone when they're talking to you," Cara gently informs. Her hands help move Stacy onto her back so she's looking up at Cara's face.

Stacy feels too shy to open her eyes. This elegant, classy woman, who now employes her, is asking her about the smell of her underwear.

Oh god I'm such a pervert. I'm so gross and weird.

"Stacy, dear," Cara says, lovingly running her hands through Stacy's hair again. "You promised you'd be completely honest with me."

Stacy's body feels immobile as she lays there. Her eyes are shut tight.

"Yes, ma'am. I know."

"Open your eyes, dear. It's okay. I'm not judging you. I found it to be quite endearing. I took it as a compliment," Cara says, seeming delighted.

Stacy slowly relaxes her eyelids and sees Cara above her. The woman's plump breasts frame her beautiful face.

"So, I was asking you if enjoyed putting your dirty, little nose in my wet panties. Hmm?" Cara looks inquisitively into Stacy's eyes.

Stacy feels her head tilting a slow nod. She's powerless to stop it.

"Oh, that's a naughty girl," Cara purrs. She uses one of her hands to reach under her skirt and garter belt.

Stacy can feel the woman's fingers moving next to her head.

"Would you like to experience the real thing, dear?"

Oh god… this is so wrong. I can't believe I'm here. I can't believe I'm doing this.

Cara's moans sharply as her fingers dip inside her dewey lips. They stay there for a moment, causing the beautiful woman to shudder softly, before they're withdrawn.

Stacy whimpers shyly. Again, her head nods without her consent.

Miss Cara sighs deviously and wafts her scent under Stacy's nose.

Oh holy fuck… 

The sweet, sexual fragrance drives Stacy wild. Her toes curl at the bottom of the couch and her thighs rub themselves together. Stacy feels wet under her skirt and helplessly exposed.

I'm a bad girl. Why do I enjoy this so much? This isn't normal.

The sweet, forbidden fragrance tantalizes Stacy's senses. Her vision blurs for a moment as her pussy comes hungrily to life. It aches and contracts with juicy enthusiasm.

Cara's fingers gently rub themselves along the edge of Stacy's lips. Stacy opens her mouth to accept the woman's liquid arousal, but Cara teasingly removes her hand.

Stacy can't tell if she's being taken advantage of in some way, or if she's incredibly fortunate to be in the position she's in. She holds her mouth open and presents her tongue, just hoping for Cara's fingers to treat them.

"Did it make you horny earlier? When you played with my panties like that while you breathed in my pussy?"

"Oh yes, Miss Cara," Stacy whines, beginning to lose control of her senses. She can feel her young body desperately thirsting to be fucked and satisfied in any way. "It was so hard for me not to touch myself, but I wasn't going to betray my promise."

"I'm proud of you," Cara praises, teasing Stacy's mouth with her pussy dappled fingers. "Are you still horny, my dear?"

Stacy's fingers tingle as she thinks about using them against her panties. She can feel her bead throbbing quietly between her moist lips. She wants to taste Cara's pussy. She wants to suck on the woman's fingers and have them fuck her slowly and perfectly, just like they did the day before at the mall.

Cara walks her fingers down Stacy's neck and over her chest. Each little step further subdues Stacy's urge to move.

Stacy feels the fingertips move down past her belly. She can't help but feel a slight hysteria as the reality of Cara pleasing her young, excited body, inches closer.

Please, Miss Cara. Touch me like I know you've touched Becca. 

Cara's hand reaches the waist of Stacy's skirt and lightly continues down to her knees.

Stacy feels her legs instinctively opening up for the woman's hand. She takes a slight comfort knowing Becca was probably once on this couch, going through the exact same thing. Knowing Becca probably felt the same rushes of nervous excitement, while soaking her panties with anticipation.

"Stacy, dear," Cara calls, playfully reminding her she'd asked a question.

Tell her. Be honest with her. Just give yourself over to her. Everything will be better that way.

"I've been wet since I touched your feet four hours ago…" Stacy admits, hoping her honest neediness will give her everything she desires.

Miss Cara lifts Stacy's skirt up onto her belly and stares at the girl's g-string. Its subtle pink colour is darkened by Stacy's juices. Cara can't help but groan with a heavy craving for what's underneath.

"You are such a beautiful, sexy, little thing. I adore you, Stacy. I want you to know I'm in your life, for now and I only want to make it better for you," Cara says, licking her lips, fixated on Stacy's crotch.

Stacy is almost trembling from head to toe under Cara's loving control. The cool air in the room is making her wet underwear feel even more exposed and noticeable. A naughty embarrassment fills her stomach and causes her ass to tighten.

"I know, Miss Cara. Thank you. I just… I miss Becca. And I want to be with her," Stacy confesses, pouring bits of her heart and soul out to her new boss.

"How do you feel about Becca living here with me?" Cara asks, bypassing Stacy's statement a little. She presses two of her fingers against Stacy's soaked panties.

Oh damnit! Ohh…

Stacy's knees shoot apart, presenting herself to the gorgeous woman holding her. Her thick, engorged labia swells against the wet material. Her sensitive bead almost screams with relief as it accepts the pressure from Cara's fingertips. Stacy tries to focus and answer Cara's question, despite the throbbing need to pull her panties to the side and fuck the woman's hand.

"I don't know, Miss…" Stacy whimpers, trying to convey her honest thoughts. "I was scared, or shocked, or worried at first."

"And why was that?" Cara asks, gently. She pulls the front of Stacy's thong to the side, exposing the moist, excited lips underneath.

"If she lived with you, I don't know. It seems like, you mean so much to her. What chance do I have with her? Why would she ever leave you? I'm not good enough for her!" Stacy professes, turning her head and hiding her face in Cara's stomach.

Stacy is a mess of emotions as Cara begins to slowly rub her soaking clit.

Oh Becca. Oh fuck! Cara, Miss Cara!

"Don't say that, dear," Cara says, in an incredibly comforting tone. "You are a beautiful girl. You're young and sweet…"

Cara trails off as she stares down between Stacy's legs. The girl's soft, milky skin makes her hips look like porcelain. She brings her pussy covered fingers to her mouth and slowly licks them.

"Oh my god, so sweet, Stacy. And probably the most important thing, is that, I think Becca loves you."

She does? How does she know? What is she talking about? Why would she say that to me?

"Did she say that?" Stacy asks, unable to hide her desperation.

"No, but, I can tell."

Ohh…

Stacy can smell Cara's bouquet emanating from under her skirt. It's unbelievably erotic to know this gorgeous woman is getting so turned on by touching her. Stacy feels herself glow as she thinks about it.

"Have you tasted Becca?" Cara inquires, putting her fingers back between Stacy's trembling legs.

Stacy feels her cunt dripping all over Cara's fingers as they tease the entrance to her ravenous hole.

"No," Stacy admits, longingly.

"Do you want to?" Cara offers.

"Yes, Miss Cara. I do, so badly," Stacy whines, lifting her hips in the air, begging the fingers to enter her.

Miss Cara continues to tease Stacy's clit and sensitive lips. The bottom of Stacy's skirt is soaked from the slow, steady stream of arousal leaking from above.

"I've found that the longer a girl like Becca or, you, has been denied and teased, the more intense and sweet your arousal tastes."

Miss Cara's caramel voice drives Stacy wild.

"Becca's been in chastity for almost a week now and it's been almost two since she's had an orgasm. I bet she's going to taste sweeter than honey," Cara muses.

"Miss Cara, ohh, I'd do anything to taste her," Stacy whines, yearning for the woman's fingers to bring her to orgasm. "I want to please her with my tongue, to kiss her, to be lucky enough to have her cum on my lips."

Stacy's voice shakes as she talks. Her nipples ache from being hard for so long. Her clit is being teased to the point of agony. She continues to fight the wild urge to touch herself.

"She means everything to me. I want to… I need to show her that," Stacy begs.

Cara's finger plays with Stacy's swollen button. Touching it just lightly enough to give it stimulation, but not hard enough for it to satisfy Stacy in any way.

I can't handle this any more!

"Well, my dear," Cara moans, holding Stacy on the edge of bliss and agony, "I have a proposition for you."

What? What is it? I'll do anything for Becca. Anything you want!

Stacy looks up at Cara, her eyes full of genuine longing and intense desire to please.

Cara slides her fingers against Stacy's juicy slit, immensely enjoying every second of it. Savouring each moment she keeps her young pet trembling and dripping, completely hers.

"But, you might not like it."

~~~

The mid afternoon sunlight begins to wane and the sky turns pink. Becca comes through the door dressed in her work clothes. She's tired, but happy to be home.

"Miss Cara, I'm home!" Becca calls, quickly taking her shoes off.

She puts her purse down and opens it up. She pulls out a pink, leather collar and fastens it around her neck.

Becca hears Miss Cara's heels approaching and she carefully spreads her legs apart, folds her arms behind her back and bows her head. Her coppery hair hangs cutely over her thin, black top.

"Hello, my darling," Miss Cara says, lovingly. She lifts Becca's chin up. "Were you a good girl today?"

"Yes, Miss Cara," Becca responds, quietly.

"How long have you been in chastity for?"

"Almost eight days now."

"Hmm," Cara purrs, imagining how pent up Becca must be feeling. "Did you have any naughty thoughts today?"

Becca slowly nods her head. Her tiny, pink lips tremble slightly as she is questioned.

"Any of them about your little girlfriend Stacy?" Cara inquires, in a somewhat serious tone.

"No," Becca professes, meekly, hiding her eyes.

"Becca, you know better than to lie to me. You don't have to worry about me getting jealous," Cara explains, caressing Becca gently as she speaks. "I put you in that belt, for your own protection, hunny. Not to punish you for the way you feel about Stacy. I couldn't trust your naughty, little friend around you, because I knew you'd lose the willpower you've worked so hard to attain. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Cara. I do. I know I shouldn't feel guilty, but I do. I'd do anything for you," Becca says, leaning forward and pressing her face against Cara's neck. "I… I was thinking, or hoping I could see Stacy soon. I mean, with your permission of course. When you think, I deserve it. Or, I mean, am ready for it."

"You deserve everything, my darling. You're happy here, right?" Cara asks, affectionately.

"Oh, yes, of course. Very happy!" Becca squeaks, fighting the urge to touch her mistress.

"You don't regret your choice to come live with me?"

"No! It was one of the best things that's ever happened to me! I love every day I get to spend living under your care. Knowing you are keeping me safe, loved and happy."

Becca gently kisses Cara's beautiful neck, desperately trying to convey her love to her. It is clearly making Cara weak in the knees. She seems a little vulnerable, almost fragile.

"You promise you'll always be honest with me, Becca? Hmm? No matter what?" Cara urges.

"Yes.

I will, always."

"Good girl. I love you," Cara says, clearly meaning every word.

Becca purrs like a kitten against her mistress' warm body. She stands up straight again, keeping her arms folded obediently behind her back.

"Miss Cara, would you like me to get changed into my outfit and wait at the foot of your bed? Or, you must be tired… I can start running you a bath and then help you feel good afterwards," Becca offers, full of genuine enthusiasm.

"No, darling."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Cara! I shouldn't have assumed. I'll do whatever you like. Pleasing you while wearing my belt, makes me incredibly fulfilled."

Cara smiles warmly. She takes a long, deep breath as she looks over her loving pet's adorable, sexy figure.

"No, that's alright, Becca. Just, go up to your room."

"Am I in trouble?" Becca asks, meekly.

"No, no," Cara giggles, "just go. There's a surprise waiting for you."

~~~

Becca opens the door to her room and sees Stacy standing in front of her bed, completely naked except for her work skirt. Becca's face lights up with giddy excitement.

"Stacy!"

"Becca," Stacy squeaks, almost choked with happiness.

"Why are you here? I mean–"

Stacy shuts the bedroom door and grabs Becca, pushing her onto the bed. Becca shrieks from the rush of excitement as her eyes fill with lust. Stacy climbs on top of her. She puts her mouth on Becca's and kisses her wildly. Their lips and necks both quickly become wet from their watering mouths.

"Oh god, Stacy!" Becca moans, squirming with arousal.

Stacy puts her finger through the metal ring at the front of Becca's collar. She pulls her girlfriend's face to hers.

"You wear this for her?"

Becca's face fills with a sense of guilt. She nods very subtly, ashamed to admit it.

"I think it makes you look very cute. But, you belong to me right now, don't you?"

Becca nods enthusiastically, a huge smile on her face.

Stacy rips off Becca's top and unhooks her bra as she continues kissing every inch of skin she can find. She moves her mouth to Becca's nipples and begins to get them as hard as possible. She licks each one lightly and quickly before sucking on it hard. She bites them gently and then sucks on them again. She never stops generously wiggling her tongue over their stimulated surface.

Becca moans uncontrollably as her breasts fill with a tense, unrelenting desire for sex. Her cute sounds drive Stacy wild.

Stacy kisses her way back up to Becca's lips. The girls can't get enough of each other's tender affection. They lick and tease each other's mouths until they're both frantic with lust. Stacy's plump, naked tits press against Becca. Becca grabs hold of them, tight.

Oh fuck…

The young, sexy girl squeezes Stacy's nipples firmly with her tiny fingers until she can no longer stand it.

Stacy pulls Becca's hands off of her and pins them above her head. She looks into Becca's eyes and whispers strictly, "don't move those hands."

Becca can't help but smile from ear to ear as her girlfriend controls her.

Stacy lets go of Becca's wrists and slowly moves down the girl's body. She moves past Becca's black skirt and down to her thin, grey knee-socks. She picks up one of Becca's feet and brings it to her face. She eyes Becca, making sure she hasn't moved her arms.

Becca obediently stays as still as possible, her girly arms remain limp above her head.

Stacy puts her nose against Becca's sock and breathes in her girlfriend's scent.

Oh my goodness, how can she smell so good?

Stacy can't comprehend the aromas entering her nose and how they make her feel so dizzy with arousal and love.

"Becca, you are perfect. I can't stand how beautiful you are. I can barely sleep when we're apart."

Becca struggles to keep her arms still as she fills with emotion.

"Stacy," Becca whines, rampant with sexual energy, "you make me too happy."

Stacy holds the foot against her nose as she gets herself high on its pheromones. She can't get enough of the sweet smell of Becca's sweat and beauty. She slowly slides the top of the sock over Becca's knee and pulls it off.

For a moment, Stacy can't help but stare at and admire how impossibly soft and untouched Becca's foot looks. Its naughty scent causes Stacy's mouth to water. She can't wait another second and hungrily places her lips on Becca's pink, little toes.

"Oh my god, Stacy!" Becca whimpers, as her foot is worshipped.

Stacy slowly moves her head back and forth, letting the tiny, painted toes rub over her lips and tongue.

Oh, Becca, I love this, I love you! I want to make you wet by sucking on your sweet toes. I want to taste everything your body has to offer, because it brings me closer to you and fills me with a happiness I never imagined was possible.

The pleasure Stacy gets from having Becca's foot in her mouth causes her to drip. Her thighs, hidden under her skirt become humid and sticky as her dew escapes her.

"You are too good to me!" Becca pleads, feeling her clit throb against the metal belt. Knowing she's only going to get hornier without a release is almost torturous, but she can't summon the strength to stop Stacy.

Stacy slowly pulls Becca's foot from her lips and licks some saliva dripping from its tip.

Becca has to close her eyes. The erotic images being sent to her brain are causing her to go mad with desire. A deep, pleading moan escapes her lungs, but Stacy pays it no heed. Becca's other foot is now picked up and after Stacy slowly, lustfully basks in its scent, its sock is removed as well.

Stacy takes as many of the second foot's toes into her mouth as she can, unable to satisfy her cravings for Becca's body. The slightly salty, sweet taste of her girlfriend's bare foot makes Stacy helplessly horny. She can almost feel Becca's pleasure and desire coursing through the toes in her mouth. She sucks on them harder as she imagines her pussy being licked and fucked.

Becca keeps her hands locked above her head, but shakes and struggles against the overwhelming urges of her body. Her eyes open again to see Stacy licking and slurping at her soft, luscious feet. Seeing her brunette girlfriend's tongue between her little toes makes her pussy ache with need. It demands the teasing to stop. The pangs of arousal are almost painful. She helplessly lets out a whine of protest.

Stacy's tongue stops and she puts the delicious feet down. She spreads Becca's legs as wide apart as she can on the bed and lowers her head to see under Becca's skirt. The metal strap, preventing Becca from receiving any real, satisfying pleasure makes itself visible.

Stacy crawls up a little closer to Becca and begins undoing her girlfriend's skirt.

"Oh, Stacy, this is amazing, but," Becca whines, almost painfully aroused, "you know I can't." Becca lifts her desperate pelvis in the air to illustrate her point.

Stacy unbuttons Becca's skirt and removes it. The girl's small, tight stomach and bony hips look incredibly sexy as Stacy beholds them. She licks her lips as her hands slowly move up the inside of Becca's thighs.

Becca shudders as the hands caress her desperate flesh. She whines louder now, trying to signal her sexual frustration to Stacy.

Stacy looks up from Becca's locked pelvis and holds out a small key.

Becca's eyes grow to the size of saucers. Her body realizes what this means and her stomach immediately fills with violent butterflies. She struggles to control herself as she literally begins to shake with excitement. Her beautiful coppery hair looks heavenly against the cream bedsheets. Her teeth bite into her lower lip as her pussy aches and drips.

"But, how? How!" Becca squeaks, over the moon.

Stacy ignores Becca and turns the key in first lock, popping it open. She smiles brightly as she quickly fiddles with the second. It clicks open as well. She removes both locks and pulls the belt carefully from Becca's fragile, sensitive loins. She notices how wet the metal strap that was over Becca's cunt is.

Oh Becca, my sweetheart. This is going to be amazing.

Stacy stares, entranced by Becca's swollen, dripping femininity.

Becca can't control her arousal any longer and she wraps her arms around Stacy and tugs her towards her.

"How, Stacy?" Becca cries, unable to contain her curiosity.

Stacy turns her attention back to Becca's face. She grins deviously and slowly wraps her fingers around Becca's wrists.

"I know you're excited, Becca," Stacy says, firmly pinning the girl's arms back above her head. "But I'm going to go slowly. I'm going to enjoy every second of this. And you are going to be a good girlfriend for me and let me play with you."

Stacy gives Becca a look, as if to say 'understand?'

Becca couldn't possibly be more turned on as her new girlfriend speaks to her like this. She nods her sweet, little head causing Stacy to smile. Their breasts rub together as they kiss.

Stacy can feel her cunt aching, but her desire to taste Becca supersedes everything else. She moves her hand down Becca's trembling, soft body and finds her patch of fur. She pulls on it gently, teasing Becca, before moving her fingers down a little further. They finally reach Becca's puffy, soaked slit.

Oh fuck me, she feels amazing. I can't believe I'm here. I can't believe this is happening.

Stacy's fingers shake excitedly as they gradually enter Becca's gushing folds.

"Ohh shit, oh god!" Becca whimpers, in a long drawn out moan.

Both girls squirm in heat as they fill with horny desire. Becca wraps her legs around Stacy's waist, just above her tight skirt.

Stacy pulls her pink-painted fingertips from Becca's warm hole. Becca squeaks with frustration, begging Stacy to put them back inside her.

Stacy keeps one hand around Becca's wrists as she licks and teases her girlfriend's mouth. She brings her wet, pussy dappled hand in between their lips.

Oh this is too much…

Becca's tiny, horny body wiggles as she smells her arousal. Stacy is almost drooling as she holds her moist fingers an inch from their noses.

I can't imagine what she's going to taste like.

Becca's mouth opens and closes, desperately seeking Stacy's hand. She makes a few quiet peeps, begging for the fingers.

"Can we share them?" Stacy asks, wild with pent-up, humid desire.

"Please!" Becca whimpers, reaching her tongue out.

Stacy pulls her fingers back from Becca's extended tongue.

"Slow, Becca. Remember?" Stacy reiterates, licking her lips excitedly. She leans her head forward and places her two fingers against Becca's mouth. Then, she puts her own lips agains the back of them.

The girls slowly kiss around the drenched, honey-soaked digits. Stacy slides her tongue between them, dazzling her tastebuds with nectarous flavours.

"Oh fuck I love this!" Stacy groans, loudly into Becca's mouth.

The girls french kiss as they suck up and enjoy as much of Becca's pussy as they can. Each one greedily trying to lick more of the fingers than the other.

Becca gasps, desperately horny, yearning, begging to be fucked by her girlfriend.

Stacy can tell Becca wants to speak and lifts her fingers from her mouth.

"Please," Becca whines. She is unable to communicate anything more, but luckily, she doesn't need to.

Stacy curls her lips into a naughty smile. The excitement in her eyes makes Becca's cunt tighten violently, it drips honey onto the bedsheets.

"I'm going to make love to your pussy now, Becca," Stacy explains, moving her mouth to Becca's ear. "I'm first going to use my mouth and lips to tease you, even more"

Becca whines as her body wriggles from the urges raging through her.

"Then, when you can't stand it anymore, I'm going to push my tongue deep inside you."

Becca moans and turns her head away from Stacy, as if to beg her to stop. Stacy slowly moves down Becca's body as she talks.

"I'm going to push my fingers inside you. They're going to make you gush all over them as you swell and writhe."

Stacy gets down to Becca's juicy cunt. She stares at it with an immense respect and affection.

"I'm going to keep licking and fucking you, sweetheart, until you cum like crazy."

Becca lets out a little squeal. The girl is in heat, Stacy can smell it. It's beyond delightful.

"Because, I would do anything for you."

Stacy pushes her tongue slowly in between Becca's pussy lips. They excitedly part for the thick, hungry tongue, welcoming it inside.

Oh my god, she tastes perfect! I can't believe I'm here. I can't believe I'm so lucky as to be tasting the juices flowing between this girl's legs! She's everything to me!

Stacy can feel her own tight cunt aching madly as it drips between her legs. The agonizing sensation only makes her want to give Becca more.

"Oh god, Stacy! You have to slow down. I'm going to cum already!" Becca squeaks in a panic.

Stacy slows her tongue down almost to a stop. She breathes in Becca's beautiful, young aroma. Every little lick and movement Stacy's tongue makes inside Becca's swollen, trembling folds, causes a tiny squirt of honey to drip into her mouth.

Becca lifts her smooth, girly legs up onto Stacy's shoulders.

The taste of Becca's young, sweet, pent-up arousal sends Stacy's mind to her naughtiest thoughts.

Becca's legs tighten around Stacy's head. They involuntarily squeeze and begin to shake.

"Ahh!" Becca cries, trying to keep her hands above her head. "I'm going to cum, Stacy! The way you're licking me! You're so goddamn good at that!"

Becca's mouth is wide open as she grapples with the intense surges of pleasure assaulting her body.

Stacy can't help but find Becca's reactions to her work, incredibly satisfying. She easily slides her slender fingers inside Becca's cunt, causing the horny girl to scream in ecstasy.

"Oh fuck! Oh god, Stacy! I can't stand this!"

Stacy moves her fingers with determination, flexing them into Becca's fully enflamed, gushing G-spot. She moves her tongue onto Becca's engorged bead.

Becca screams and her little toes curl as her most sensitive areas seize and throb. The intense pleasure affecting her body, has her panting heavily. She writhes as blissful contractions cause her muscles and organs to cramp.

Becca, you are my everything. Use me! Use me for your pleasure! Use me to cum.

Stacy keeps her fingers moving inside Becca's tight, little pussy. Back and forth, pressing in all the right places as they rock in and out, shallower and deeper.

Becca's whines become high pitched and manic. She's losing control of her body as the relentless demands of her cunt shake her will.

Stacy plunges her tongue back inside Becca's sweet slit. She wiggles it alongside her fingers to please the sweet, lush pussy.

"I'm going to cum! Oh fucking god! Never stop, hunny!"

Stacy feels Becca's young pussy clench and spasm around her tongue.

Oh fuck yes! Cum for me my love! I want to hear you yelling with pleasure. I want to feel your orgasm inside me! I want to taste it!

Becca's body lifts off the bed as her cunt throbs a delirious orgasm through her. Slow, deep waves of crippling pleasure overtake her every nerve. She cries out wildly, making noises Stacy's never heard before.

Stacy tries desperately to push her tongue deeper inside Becca. Her nose is pressed firmly pressed against the girl's spasming clit. She continues to lick and finger Becca's pussy while it gushes into her mouth. She swallows Becca's cum down hungrily, it's sweeter than she ever imagined.

Becca tries to scream again but she can't get any air in her lungs. Her chest is paralyzed by her intense euphoria. She shakes violently as she struggles to breathe.

Stacy's tongue doesn't stop moving. Her fingers push in deeper with it, fighting against Becca's heaving contractions. Deliciously wet, creamy arousal pours over Stacy's lips and into her mouth. She's never been so horny in her life. She's never been so happy in her life.

Be mine, Becca. Be mine, always. I want to have my tongue inside you everyday. I want to be surrounded by your beautiful taste and smell. I want to hear you moan and scream and whine like this as much as I can.

Becca throws her hips down and her ass hits the bed, sending more violent pleasure into her back and belly. She gasps a breath of air and her body shivers with delight.

Stacy is overwhelmed with joy as she experiences her beautiful Becca's intense, erotic spasms. The walls inside Becca's vagina pulse and contract around Stacy's bent fingers. She's never felt so happy in her life.

You beautiful girl. I love you. I don't want this to end. I never want this to end.

Becca pants heavily as she tries to catch her breath. Her skin is moist with perspiration and her pussy is throbbing with delicious satisfaction. Her limbs all go limp as she tries to grab Stacy.

"My darling, my girlfriend, that was… oh it was fucking perfect," Becca groans, paralyzed by bliss.

Stacy slowly, reluctantly removes her face from between Becca's smooth legs. High from the pheromones pouring down her throat and breathed into her lungs, she feels like she's in Heaven.

"I'm so happy I was able to do that for you, Becca. I've been wanting to do that for you, for so long it hurt," Stacy confesses, running her hands along Becca's warm, damp skin.

"But, hunny, how… the key?" Becca asks, struggling to form comprehendible sentences.

Stacy sits up and lifts her skirt. A thin metal strap is fastened around her waist and over her pussy. Two small locks keep the chastity belt secure.

"It was the only way, I'm sorry. But I'd do anything for you."

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Continued in Chapter 9.

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