Sleep aids and sly plots

Grace’s eyes flicker momentarily as desire fights with stress and exhaustion. Smiling softly, you kiss your way down her arm, letting each kiss linger for a moment. Grace’s head moves to the side as her eyes close tightly. “Oh…Mistress Jane…”

Once you arrive at the young girl’s shoulder, you nibble your way to her neck. As you carefully bite her tender flesh, you lay down on top of her. Grace leans her head back as far as she can, moving so her breasts rub against yours.

“Such a naughty pet,” you tease her. Cupping your breasts, you encircle Grace’s nipples with your own. Once her nipples are hard, you place your nipples directly beneath hers. When you finally let go of your breasts, your hard nipples flick against hers, causing her to moan loudly.

“Seems my pet has sensitive nipples,” you purr. Shifting your weight a bit, you’re able to caress Grace’s thigh as you use your tongue to pull her left nipple into her mouth. The sucking causes Grace’s leg to rub and lift against you instinctively, giving you full access to her feminine beauty. Cupping your left hand a bit, you rest it so that your palm almost touches her dampening lips.

“Mmm…such a tasty pet too…” Leaving your hand there, you moan loudly while sucking Grace’s pert, tender breasts. Her back arches high, her nails gliding across your back.

“Oh, Mistress…touch me…please…” she begs.

Rubbing your hand in a slow circle and still careful not to touch the center of her mound, you raise up a bit so you can whisper breathlessly into her ear. “Where do you want me to touch you, pet?”

“Mistress…please…”

“Grace, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you want,” you tell her calmly as your right hand slowly glides up Grace’s raised leg.

“Mistress,” Grace moans, her body shivering with need. “Please…please touch my pussy…”

“I didn’t know you had a cat.”

“Please let me cum for you, Mistress!”

“Very well…” Rolling Grace carefully on to her side, you straddle her left leg, raising the right one so that it rests against your breast. Once you have your pet in place, you push your hungry slit into hers, slowly grinding in small circles against her.

“Oh my god…Mistress…”

“Did you want me to stop, pet?” you ask sincerely.

“NO! Don’t stop…please…”

“Very well…” As you circle your hips, you thrust against her, pushing and grinding and circling your mounds together all at the same time.

Grace grabs the covers with one hand, her breast in the other. “AHHHHHHHH!” Her body trembles as she pushes against you, her orgasm triggering one of your own.

The orgasm and sexual tension, combined with her tiredness and worry, causes Grace to quickly pass out after her orgasm. Smiling softly, you kiss her cheek and slowly slip off the futon.

You pick up your phone and go to the living room area. You pretend to be sick as you call the voicemails of the professors you and Grace have Friday classes with. Next, you call your boss at the restaurant you work at to make arrangements to get the weekend off in exchange for some double shifts later that week. Finally, you leave a message at the dance studio Grace works at, informing the owner Grace will be out of town for the weekend due to a family emergency.

A quick online search on your laptop helps you find a U-Haul rental office nearby, as well as the number of one of the local cab companies. Satisfied that you’ve done all you can for now, you slide back into bed beside Grace and try to catch a few hours’ sleep.