A story about horniness, obedience, and the secret ties between women.
Slowly, she raised her eyes again, until they met with mine. It looked for a moment as if she was having second thoughts, as if this new, unknown and frightening thing we were doing was too much. I saw the same doubts in her eyes that I was wrestling with myself. Was this prostitution? Were we just depraved? Was all of this just an excuse for us to have the sex we never could have? Or was it more?
"Yes, Miss Gayheart," she said finally, nodding. "I'm happy to be able to help someone like you." A soft crimson colour crept up her cheeks, making her look cute and innocent.
"Good," I smiled, unfolding my legs and spreading them slowly towards her. Through the glass top she could see my skirt sliding upwards, revealing my curly black pubes and wet labia. "Get down on your knees and take care of that, then."
Genre: FICTION / Erotica / GeneralPart seven of my best selling series.
"Miss Gayheart, this is Miss Franco for you," Kaylee said, standing by the door to my office. She was wearing the cream-coloured business dress we had picked out for her, her hair made into a tight updo, her pose straight and attentive and only the high heels, deep cleavage and skirt a little too short would hint at her being not your typical secretary.
It's been four weeks since Kaylee moved into my apartment, and two weeks since she started working for me. College, we decided, was something she could revisit some time in the future, but for now, she wanted to follow the path we both started walking down. And that path included her being at my beck and call for all of my personal needs. Anything.
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