Quality time with Stacey.

Stacey and Tiffany enter the private room. Tiff looks at their reflections in the wall mirror. She watches Stacey walk with a refined elegance. Delicate and kind but with an eager joy. Tiff remarks to herself how Stacy is the epitome of feminine grace, yet isn’t quite what some would call a real lady. She may not have the ‘standard’ equipment but Stacey as she lives and breathes is more of a girl than many who would fit that definition. They are birds of a feather Tiffany thinks to herself. Both girls, but also not in a sense. Each of them a type of chick with a dick.

“It is a wonderful blessing to serve you my mistress!” Stacey giggles as she playfully curtsies. Tiffany smiles thinking about how lucky she is to have met Stacey, and how she is all hers.

As Stacey comes up from her bow Tiff’s hand slaps against the wall just above Stacey's head. The femboy is harshly surprised. Tiffany leans in causing Stacey to push herself against the wall. Stacey’s body tenses up and she blushes as Tiffany takes hold of her chin. Tiff delights in how soft her skin is.

“I think, I’m very blessed to have you Stacey. You’re a very special girl. There’s no one else like you, and I get to have you all for myself.” Whispers Tiffany.

Stacey goes beet red and her lips quiver. She puts her hand to her check to try to control herself.

“Y-you’re too kind Miss Tiffany. I’m just a normal girl like any other. N-nothing to write home about…”

“You’re a beauty that deserves to be recognized. The most vibrant flower in my garden. It’s impossible for anyone to even approach your cuteness.”

“O-oh my! I’m‒”

Somehow Stacey grows even redder and she covers up her face. Tiffany leans in closer. She holds Stacey’s wrists and slowly pulls them apart. She catches a glimpse of Stacey on the verge of weeping.

“You know, I can’t believe I haven’t kissed you yet. When I took you somehow I let that moment slip away. I made sure to appreciate your sexiness, your amazing body, but not your loveliness. It’s unfair that I never gave you that well-deserved intimacy.”

“Y-y-you‒ I-I-I-I‒,” Stacey stops her stuttering. She shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath.

Tiffany pulls Stacey’s hands away and plants a kiss on the blushing cutie’s lips. Stacey squeaks and then exhales releasing her tension. Tiffany marvels at how sweet Stacey’s lips are. She holds her velvety checks guiding Stacey closer. They dig into each other over and over needing more of each other’s taste. Tiff releases Stacey causing her to let out an exhilarated moan. Near breathless, they stare into each other’s adoring eyes and then go right back in.

They tenderly smooch and smack as an old memory of Tiff’s resurfaces. A guy in her class had confessed to liking her and asked to meet in private. Despite her fears she agreed. When they meet he asked to kiss and she agreed. She was **** to be a normal girl. She thought of the Frog Prince and wondered if magic did exist. They kissed and drew close. Everything felt fine until she felt his hands slip over her, and slip down. Tiff freaked. She shoved him away and ran. A pretty stark contrast.

Their warm, tender make out continues as their bodies come closer. Tiffany’s thigh brushes against Stacey’s skirt until she brushes across something stiff. She pulls away from the charmed femboy and gets a look at the incredibly obvious tent.

“You’re enjoying this so much! I’m so happy to see that.” Says Tiffany.

“Yes! Yes!!” Stacey gasps strongly and then drops to her knees.

“I love being your girl! I love being used! Getting reamed! Absolutely fucked! Completely covered in cum! It’s the best! I’mnothingmorethanyourfaithfulfemboyfucktoy!!” Stacey blurts out holding onto Tiffany’s hips.

Tiffany beams brightly down at Stacey. She places her hands on Stacey’s and guides her in pulling down her shorts. Out pops Tiff’s throbbing cock bouncing before Stacey’s rosy face. Tiff places her hand on Stacey’s head.

“Show me that VIP treatment.” Commands Tiffany.

Stacey holds tight to Tiff’s thighs and slides her mistress’s dick into her mouth. It glides over her lolling tongue becoming slick as she drools. The dick falls off Stacey’s tongue flicking a trail of spit and pre-cum onto her top. Stacey grabs Tiff’s dick popping it back in her mouth. She sucks and kisses and rolls her tongue on the crown. Stacey enthusiastically laps the shaft making sure Tiff is well lubricated.

Tiffany moans as Stacey enjoys gobbling her cock. She rests her hand on Stacey’s head subtly guiding her. Stacey looks up at her mistress. She would have the widest smile ever if her mouth wasn’t currently filled with dick. Stacey obscenely slurps Tiffany. Her tongue is hesitant to lose contact with Tiff’s cock as she bobs up and down. She doesn’t want to miss out on a second of her mistress’s taste. Tiffany starts to buck to help Stacey get as much of her cock.

Stacey loosens up to let Tiffany absolutely face fuck her. Tiff grabs a handful of Stacey’s hair for full control. She completely hilts herself in the femboy’s overeager mouth. They both delight in feeling how far Stacey can take it. Tiffany hisses and moans feeling the pull of Stacey’s warm slimy throat. Her throbbing dick feels so good as she deep throats her fucktoy. Stacey’s glassy gaze is locked on Tiffany’s face. She’s fully limp, other than her own cock, and utterly entranced as Tiff fully thrusts into her mouth.

Tiffany feels she’s close to cumming as her perfectly adorable maiden takes her hard dick down her throat. But Tiff doesn’t intend to let her swallow this one. She smashes into Stacey’s face over and over until she can’t hold it any longer. Tiff pulls Stacey away and grabs her cock to line up the perfect shot.

Stacey squeals with joy as she feels Tiffany’s hot jizz land on her face. The pretty little femboy’s exhilaration peaks and she cums as well. Her dick strains against her panties. Her jizz eagerly spurts out soiling her panties, wetting her skirt, and spilling on the floor. Stacey leans back, head tilted, drooling, and eyes unfocused, as she leisurely catches her breath.

Suddenly a camera clicks and Stacey snaps out of it. Tiffany holds her phone having just taken a picture of Stacey in her rhapsodic state.

“Goddamn Stacey, you really are amazing.” Says Tiffany smiling.

“Wait! That’s not cute enough! Here!” Stacey tosses up peace signs around her face and sticks her tongue out.

“You’re so messed up!” Laughs Tiff.

“I’m gonna need all the practice I can get~” Smirks Stacey.