6 comments/ 51643 views/ 18 favorites Emily's First Job Ch. 01 By: JerseyGirlBcom Tugging at the hem of her gray plaid mini-skirt, Emily nervously waited to be called into the home office. She was sitting in the living room of Joan Sinclair, a wealthy stock broker. Ms. Sinclair was looking for a maid. Emily had just graduated high school the week before by the skin of her teeth and had no skills. She wasn't sure cheerleader would work on a resume. Her mother had given her until the end of the week to move out. She was eighteen and her mother felt it was time for her to leave the nest. Ms. Sinclair had posted a live-in maid position on craigslist. Emily could clean. That was something she could do well. It was her last hope. She had applied all over the town for the last month and had not gotten one call back. She had to get this job. A tall brunette with olive skin, large chestnut eyes opened the door to the office. She was wearing a smart brown pencil skirt, while silk button down blouse, and a matching brown tailored jacket. Her hair was pulled up into a French twist with strands framing her face. The woman's eyes studied Emily for a moment. Emily was wearing a black cropped sweater exposing her belly to go with her skirt, knee high black socks, and heeled patent leather Maryjane's. Her mother had advised her to pull her long blond hair up into a French braid. Her mother had actually picked out her outfit. Her mother had also pointed to the ad. She said Ms. Sinclair was a friend of hers. She had said she had put in a good word for Emily. When Emily had arrived another woman had been waiting to be seen. She was dressed in a gray pant suit. She had snickered at Emily when Emily had arrived. She glared smugly at her now as she exited the office with her chin high and walked past Emily. Emily sighed and tried not to hide her disappointment. That woman was dressed to get a job. Emily was dressed to go to a naughty catholic school. Why had she listened to her mother? Her mother had been sabotaging her for as long as she could remember. "Ms. Faye, you may come in." Emily rose, tugged her skirt down a bit, and sauntered toward the woman. She may not have dressed appropriately, but this was her last hope. She had to get this job. She had to do her best to get the job. Emil nodded and entered into the office. The woman shut the door behind her and then followed behind Emily. Emily stopped at the chairs as the woman walked around to the desk. The woman sat down and smiled coyly toward Emily. "You may sit Ms. Faye." Blushing, Emily did as she was instructed. Of course she could sit, why hadn't she done that on her own? She mentally kicked herself for being dumb. "You're the girl Beth adopted aren't you?" Emily blushed and nodded lowering her head. Her mother had made no secret that she was adopted. She had also made no secret that she wasn't happy about how Emily had turned out. "She told me you would be coming in. I am Joan Sinclair." Emily perked. This woman was the woman that was going to be her savior. This woman was going to be the one that would give her a place to live and money in the bank. This woman was going to rescue her from her mother. She needed to charm her. "It's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Sinclair." 'The woman sat back and crossed her arms. The smile was still on her face. Emily felt as though the woman was sizing her up. "Who dressed you my dear?" Emily gulped and tugged at the hem of her sweater. Why had she listened to her mother? What was she thinking? "My mom." She murmured. "Speak up." Emily cleared her throat blushed again. "My mother." Joan nodded and chuckled. "I thought so. She has quite the sense of humor." "I am a real good cleaner Ms. Sinclair. I will get your house spotless. I promise." Joan again laughed and uncrossed her arms resting them on the arms of her chair. "Yes dear I am sure your mother taught you to clean well. Tell me, do you always listen to your mother?" Emily hesitated. This was an odd question. "Yes." She answered skeptically. "Even if it's ridiculous?" Unsure what she meant Emily tilted her head. "I always have done what my mother has told me." Joan rose from her chair and walked around to the front of the desk. She leaned her ass back on the desk and crossed her legs in front of her. She was tall, especially in the four inch heels she wore. Emily suspected they were designer. She was towering over Emily, who was still seated in the chair. "If I hire you, will you listen to me as well as you have listened to your mother?" Emily looked up at her with her large blue eyes and nodded. "Absolutely Ms. Sinclair. You would be my boss. I would have to listen to you." "To everything I say?" "Yes Ms. Sinclair." The smile on Joan's face grew wider. "No matter what?" "No matter what Ms. Sinclair. You would be my boss. I have to listen to my boss." "May we test this?" "I really need this job Ms. Sinclair. I will listen I promise." "Think of this as a trial run Emily. You will listen?" Emily emphatically nodded her head. "Yes Ms. Sinclair I will." "Remove your top." Emily froze. What had she just said? "I'm sorry. What Ms. Sinclair?" "Remove your top." She repeated. Emily looked around the room briefly her cheeks turning crimson and her face growing hot. She really needed the job. Slowly, she curled her fingers under the hem of her shirt and tugged it over her head. Her perky 34 B's were encased in a black lacy bra. Her mother had laid out everything. She told her that she needed to match. Joan tilted her head watching Emily meticulously fold her shirt and put it on the empty seat next to her. Emily assumed that the woman wanted to see how well she would fold her laundry. "Now the skirt." Emily pushed the chair back slightly before she stood up. She didn't want to bump into the woman. She twisted the skirt so that the zipper was on the side and slide it down. The zipper held the skirt together, once it was down the skirt fell. Emily again folded it neatly and put it on top of her sweater. Emily stood in a black lace thong and matching bra with knee high black socks and heeled Maryjane's in front of her potential boss. Her entire body blushed at the thought of this. Emily subconsciously crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover herself. "No." Joan said sternly. Frowning, Emily's arms fell awkwardly at her sides. "Turn." Emily's eyes fell to the floor and she did as she was instructed. She turned slowly feeling Joan's eyes on her body. In that moment Emily wondered why the other woman had worn so many layers. She was wearing a pant suit. If she had to strip the way Emily had, that would have taken a long time. "You may stop." Joan said as Emily once again was facing her. Joan reached behind her and grabbed the receiver to her phone. She pushed a button and held the phone to her ear. "Hi Beth, it's Joan." She greeted Emily's mother on the phone pleasantly. Emily's heart began to race. She was calling her mother. Was she going to tell her mother she was doing a bad job? "Yes she's here. She said you dressed her." Emily heard her mother's chuckle on the other end and it sent chills down her spine. "Yes just like you said she would." Joan was talking about her right in front of her. Joan's eyes did not leave Emily as she spoke to her mother. Emily fidgeted slightly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Joan's gaze was intense. "Yes I will take her off your hands Beth. Don't you worry." Take her off her hands? What did that mean? What was going on? Did that mean Emily got the job? Emily's heart fluttered. She had never had a job interview before, had she done well on her first one ever? Joan placed the phone back in it's cradle and returned to crossing her arms looking at Emily. She raised her left hand and cupped her chin with her thumb and forefinger. "You will do." "Thank you Ms. Sinclair! Thank you so much! I promise you won't regret it." "You have to listen and be a good girl. Will you do that?" "Yes Ms. Sinclair I promise." "I have rules for my maids. You will follow them won't you?" "Of course Ms. Sinclair!" Emily didn't understand. Why wouldn't she follow her bosses rules? She had never been a maid before. She would have to listen to Ms. Sinclair, how else would she learn how to be a maid. "When I am home, my maid is to be on her knees at all times. The way she gets from room to room is by crawling." Emily immediately fell to her knees. She was now a maid she had to listen to the rules. "Good girl." Emily smiled brightly. She liked being called a good girl. Her mother had rarely said that to her. It was nice to hear someone else say it. "My maids only speak to me unless told otherwise. They also only speak when asked a direct question." "Ye - " Emily began to answer and then stopped herself. She clasped her hands over her mouth. She had messed up already and it was only ten seconds into her new job. Joan giggled at her. "That was close Emily." Emily nodded. "Good girl." It was like the words were soothing Emily's soul. She loved the way they sounded. "The way you are dressed right now: bra, panties, socks, and heels, that is what my maids wear. They may wear less, but never more inside the house." Emily nodded. "Though sometimes I may have stockings for you. I will also be selecting your uniform daily." Emily again nodded. Joan reached out and slipped her hands between Emily's inner thighs. She pushed one way then the other, indicating Emily was to part her legs. Emily's face went pink in embarrassment. Her mouth opened in shock. Emily's mother had always told her that the only way Emily would get anywhere in life was if she spread her legs. Emily had always thought her mother meant for men. She didn't know that she meant for women too. Emily's parted her legs wider and wider as Joan continued to slap. Emily's toned thigh muscles strained. They were stretched tight when Joan finally stopped. "This is how you will present yourself before me Emily, as my maid, whenever you see me, this is how you will kneel. You will always spread your legs for me." Emily nodded. Just like her mother told her. Joan's hand slid up Emily's inner thigh. Her index finger grazed Emily's sex and Emily felt a tingle. Emily was no virgin, her mother had told her that she was not the type of girl that said no to boys. Emily's sex responded to Joan's fingers as they continued to slide along the lace that covered her shaved lips. Her body shivered and her nipple began to harden behind the lacy bra. Joan's eyes bored into Emily's. She was watching her reaction. Emily's cheeks and chest flushed in that moment. She was getting aroused as Joan stroked her sex, lightly at first, but longer harder strokes as she continued. "I like when my maids are wet for me Emily." Emily nodded. "Put your hands behind your head Emily. With your elbows out like a good girl does." Emily complied. She interlaced her fingers behind her head and put her elbows out. "Good girl." Joan's finger hooked under Emily's panties and now probed into her folds. Emily couldn't help it, she let out a moan of pleasure. Joan's fingers slid easily in the wetness of Emily's sex as they explored every inch of her sex. As Joan's index finger grazed Emily's clit, Emily twitched and closed her eyes. Her breasts bounced in their bra as she did so, and Joan giggled again at her. "So sensitive. So responsive. You will be a good maid Emily. You want to be a good maid for me don't you?" "Yes Ms. Sinclair, oh God yes, I do." Joan slid her finger up into Emily's sex and again Emily shuddered and groaned. Joan's finger swirled inside her and then curled, finding Emily's g-spot. She stroked the inner walls of Emily's sex causing Emily's hips to begin to hump her fingers. Joan pressed her palm against Emily's exposed clit. "Emily, you know, good maids don't cum without their boss's permission right?" Emily nodded. She hadn't known that, but she didn't want to appear dumb. "Yes Ms. Sinclair." "Good girl. I knew you were a good girl Emily. So you know, I haven't given it yet right?" Emily continued to hump her hand as Joan's fingers slipped in and out of her, teasing her g-spot, coaxing an orgasm. Emily moaned loudly as the woman's fingers tormented her. "Yes Ms. Sinclair," Emily panted. "I cannot cum yet Ms. Sinclair." "Good girl." "You also know, maids never cum until their bosses do right Emily?" Wantonly, Emily continued to buck her hips. It was becoming vulgar, her hands behind her head, her boss's hand in her pussy, her hips rocking back and forth. The room was filling with the scent of Emily's arousal. Emily was finding it hard to focus. All she wanted was release. "Yes Ms. Sinclair. No cumming until Ms. Sinclair cums." "Are you going to cum Emily?" As she said it, Joan shoved two more fingers hard into Emily. Emily's eyes opened wide and she saw fireworks. She nearly fell backward with the force of the three fingers stretching her sex, pistoning in and out of her. "No," Emily whined, "no Ms. Sinclair, I can't. Please." Joan removed her fingers from Emily's pussy. They were glistening with Emily's arousal, dripping down toward Joan's palm. Joan appeared to be studying them while Emily tried to catch her breath. "Have you been with a woman Emily?" "No Ms. Sinclair." Emily's sex clenched and twitched, feeling so empty. "Open your mouth." Joan pushed the three fingers that were once in Emily's pussy into her mouth. The sour taste of herself caused Emily to scrunch her nose as Joan rubbed her fingers over Emily's tongue and lips. "Suck them clean Emily. Your juices are for you. Maids always clean their juices off of their bosses." Emily complied. She wrapped her lips around Joan's fingers and began to suck them like the quarterback's cock. She curled her tongue around them and pushed her head back and forth. She sucked until the last taste of her pussy was off the fingers. Joan removed them from her mouth and inspected her fingers. With a frown, she wiped the spittle that was on them on Emily's face. Emily hung her head. She had disappointed her boss. "Good girl." Emily raised her head smiling. She had actually pleased her boss. Joan pushed back on her desk and crossed her legs. She continued to look down at Emily as if debating what she was going to say next. "Do you have a boyfriend Emily?" Emily shook her head. "No Ms. Sinclair. My mother said never to have boyfriends." Joan's eyes widened. "You're a virgin?" "No Ms. Sinclair. My mother said never say no to boys but that I am not a girlfriend." Joan smiled and laughed. "Your mother was so good to teach you to let the boys do what they want. Never girls though?" Emily shook her head. "No Ms. Sinclair." "You're my maid now right Emily." "Yes Ms. Sinclair." "Which means you listen to me because I am your boss?" "Yes Ms. Sinclair." "No boyfriends Emily. My maids must focus on me." Emily nodded. "That means you will start saying no to boys now Emily. You are a maid now. A maid's responsibility is always her boss. Never boys. You will say no if they ask to touch you or to have you touch them. Am I clear Emily?" "Oh yes Ms. Sinclair." "Only the people I say can touch you." Emily nodded. "And you can only touch those I tell you to Emily. Am I clear?" "Yes Ms. Sinclair. No touching unless you say so." "Good girl." Shifting her weight from one buttock to the other, Joan began to hike up her skirt. Emily watched intently as her boss revealed a green satin garter belt attached to her nude thigh-high stockings. Slowly, Joan spread her legs and revealed puffy lower lips came into view. Emily could see that they were slick, aroused, and Joan's clit was just beginning to peek out from its hood. "This is our focus now Emily. As my maid, my pussy is now your focus." Emily nodded. "You want to cum right Emily?" "Yes Ms. Sinclair, yes yes I do." "Good girl. What is the rule for maids?" "You must cum first Ms. Sinclair." "Do you know how to make a woman cum Emily?" Emily shook her head and lowered it again. "No Ms. Sinclair." "Look up." Emily raised her eyes to Joan's sex. Joan's right hand came down to her pussy. She pulled her swollen outer lips open and Emily could see the pink inner lips and a clear view of Joan's pussy hole and clit. With her index finger she pointed to her clit. "This here honey, is the cum button. If you pay attention to this I will cum. Now, I do not want to you to go in there and just go for that. You will of course build up to it won't you?" "Yes Ms. Sinclair of course." Emily had no idea what she was talking about. "You will use your tongue today Emily. You will use your tongue and explore all of my pussy. Only when I tell you will you lick my cum button. Only when I say. Am I clear Emily? This is how you will build up to it." "Yes Ms. Sincliar." Emily was so thankful that her boss was teaching her to be a good maid. She was so happy that she was showing her what to do. She had never done this before she needed as much as help as she could get. "You may try my maid. You may lick my pussy but not my cum button." Emily leaned in and pressed her face between Joan's thighs. Sticking her tongue out Emily slowly licked the outer lips. She was delighted to find that Joan tasted sweeter than Emily had. She lapped at the growing wetness on the outer lips. Emily found herself moaning when her tongue slipped to the inner lips. She was rewarded with more sweet nectar. She slowly ran her tongue up and down the lips and the folds of Joan's pussy. She was losing herself in the task. Her tongue slipped into the hole. She heard Joan moan loudly as she did. Joan's thigh muscles tightened when Emily slipped her tongue in and out of the hole. She was doing a good job. "Now Emily. Be a good girl and lick my cum button." Joan panted. Emily brought her tongue up and flicked it against the hardened nubbin at the top of Joan's sex. She pressed her tongue against it and then sucked it into her mouth as much as she can. She kissed it and felt Joan's hips buck. She heard the rustle of the phone, and then a speed dial. The phone was on speaker phone. Emily lapped at Joan's sex harder. She dipped her tongue back down to the hole. She alternated slipping her tongue into Joan's hole and flicking it against the cum button. Joan's hand came down and pushed Emily's head up into her pussy. Emily's nose was pressed against Joan's mound and her tongue was trapped swirling in the folds. She eagerly swallowed the delicious nectar Joan's sex was leaking. Emily froze when she heard her mother's voice coming through the phone. "What did the idiot do now Joan? I didn't think I'd hear from you this early." Joan moaned loudly pulling Emily into her sex as she began to grind herself on Emily's face. In a breathless voice she commanded: "Don't stop Emily." Emily's mother chuckled on the phone. Again, chills went up Emily's spine. Her mother was laughing at her. She thought she was failing at her job already. With increased vigor, Emily lapped at Joan's sex. She pressed her tongue against the nubbin harder as her lungs burned from lack of oxygen. "Is she eating you out Joan?" "Oh god yes she is Beth!" Another laugh. Emily groaned into Joan's sex and sucked her clit between her teeth. Joan bucked her hips hard and squeezed her thighs together trapping Emily's head. The pressure, the lack of oxygen, Emily was getting dizzy but she continued to nibble and suck on Joan's growing clit. "Fuck Beth! I am cumming. I am cumming all over this stupid girl's face." As she said it, Emily's mouth was filled with delicious liquid. Joan had squirted into Emily's mouth. The sweetness filled Emily's senses as she tried to swallow it all. Some dribbled down her chin. Had Joan just called her stupid? Emily's First Job Ch. 01 Emily's mother laughed on the other end of the speaker phone while Joan gasped for breath. She released Emily's head. "Emily sit back. Good girl." She said breathlessly. Emily sat back, her face sticky and glistening with Joan's orgasm. "Beth she will be a lovely maid. I will pay you the fee gladly. I will take her off your hands gladly. You were right. I have never met a more obedient girl." "I will expect payment in an hour." "It'll be in your account in ten minutes." Joan clicked off the speakerphone and sighed heavily. She looked down between her legs at Emily grinning. "You are worth every penny Emily. You will be a great maid." Emily was a mix of emotions. She wasn't sure what had just happened. She knew she had gotten her boss off, that she was sure of. That was her job. She was a good maid. However, what did that have to do with her mother? Why was her mother getting paid? "I know I know," Joan began as she tugged her skirt back down and hopped off her desk. "I said you could cum if I came. Soon Emily. Soon, first I have to pay your mother for you. Then the deal will be done and you can be my maid. You want to be my maid right?" "Yes Ms. Sinclair. Yes I do." Pay her mom? Had Emily just been sold? Joan bent over her desk and punched some things into her computer screen still breathing somewhat heavily. She rose to a standing position and looked down at Emily. "Done Emily. You are officially mine." Emily's heart swooned. She had nailed her first job interview. She smiled proudly. The cum on her face was beginning to crust. She didn't care. She was a good maid. "Come along. I will give you a tour of the house and show you where you will be staying." Emily's First Job Ch. 02 Emily crawled behind her knew boss as she had been instructed to do. Joan, the tall brunette in business attire led the way out of the office, though the sitting room into the kitchen. The tour of the house included Emily seeing the kitchen, the media room, the family room, a dining room, two bathrooms on the main floor and then up the stairs. Emily was shown the three guest bedrooms, each with an on-suite bathroom. She crawled behind her boss, like a good maid, as she was shown the house. The downstairs had beautiful dark hard wood that hurt her knees as she crawled. However the upstairs had plush beige carpet. Joan stood outside a set of double doors. She pulled one of them open and Emily gasped. The room was the size of the house she had grown up in. There was a large flat screen TV mounted to the wall. There was a seating area with a love seat and two chairs, and a coffee table in front of it. The bed was a canopy California king. The carpet was the same beige color, but somehow was softer. The walls were painted a beautiful slate blue. The furniture was a dark wood. There was a set of French doors with frosted glass. It lead to a massive walk in closet. Next to those doors was the door to the bathroom. Marble floor, granite counters with a double sink, and a separate light-up vanity. There was a Jacuzzi tub and a separate glass shower. Emily could not believe her eyes. After the tour of the room, Joan sat on the edge of her bed, near the foot. The was a dog bed at the foot. It looked like a large fluffy pillow. It matched the bedding. "Emily, maids sleep at the foot of the bed of their bosses don't they?" Emily had no idea. She didn't want to appear dumb. "Yes Ms. Sinclair." She nodded her blond head. Joan smiled at her. "Test it Emily. Is it comfortable?" Emily crawled, wearing nothing but a pair of black lacey panties, matching bra, black knee high socks and patent leather heeled Maryjanes, toward the dog bed. She climbed onto the soft pillow and lowered her body down onto it. "Yes Ms. Sinclair it is very comfortable." "Good girl." Emily was surprised to discover that not only did her heart flutter each time Joan called her good girl, but also her sex. He pussy, which Joan had just stroked to the verge of orgasm, was now twitching uncontrollably, begging to be touched again. "Your uniform will be laid out nightly Emily for the next day. I will lay them out on the floor next to you." Emily nodded. Her boss had told her that her uniform would be bra, panties, stockings and heels. That was what a proper maid would wear. A proper maid would also always kneel before her boss. She was to get around the house by crawling. "Did you bring any uniforms with you Emily?" Emily blushed. She hadn't packed a bag. She had thought she would go home and get her things that night. "No Ms. Sinclair." "You are mine from now on Emily. That was foolish. That was not being prepared." Emily lowered her head into the pillow and whined. She didn't want to get fired from her job on the first day. She wanted to be a good maid. "Well you are not going back to your mother's house anymore. You're my maid, not hers. We will have to go out and get you new uniforms won't we?" "Yes Ms. Sinclair." Joan leaped off her bed and scurried to her closet. Emily wasn't sure if she was supposed to follow. She got on all fours and began to crawl after her. Joan quickly emerged from the closet with some items in her hands. Emily stopped in her tracks and knelt before Joan as she had been instructed. She parted her thighs until she felt the stretch in her muscles. It was then that Emily noticed, when she knelt with her legs that wide, her pussy lips spread. This caused the lacey thong panties to slid between her folds. Her swollen and wet outer pussy lips now were on either side of her thong. Joan looked down at her and smiled. "Good girl. You remembered how you are to present yourself. You are a good girl." She patted Emily on the head. Emily felt her sex and her stomach flip. She was really enjoying being a maid. "When I bring you out in public, like I am about to, you will be more covered unfortunately." Joan pulled a black column dress off her arm. It looked terribly small. "Please remove your cute little socks. They will not go with this dress Emily." Emily sat back and undid her shoes. Quickly she rolled down her socks and looked around for where she should put them. Joan pointed toward a hamper. Emily tossed them in, and resumed her kneeling position. Joan motioned for Emily to rise to her feet. Emily quickly stood as instructed. Joan offered her the dress. Emily noticed that it was made of a stretched material. Emily pulled it over head and tugged it down. She quickly realized that it hugged her body, every one of her eighteen year old curves was accented. The dress was barely long enough to cover the plump curve of her ass. The hem of the skirt sat right under the swell of her ass. She also noted the dressed had no straps of sleeves. Her bra straps were showing. Joan tsk'ed. "Can't have bra straps showing on my maid." Joan tugged the top of the dress down, exposing Emily's 34 B's covered by the lacy bra. "Take it off." Blushing lightly Emily lowered her head as she reached behind and began to undo her bra. She didn't want to embarrass her boss. She was being nice enough to take her out for new uniforms. Emily's breasts flopped free as Emily tossed the bra into the hamper. Her pert pink nipples were hard as rocks. Emily noticed that Joan's eyes were locked on them. Joan's hands came up and she cupped Emily's breasts. She slowly massaged them, squeezing them lightly. Each breast fit perfectly in Joan's hands. She ran her thumbs over the hardened pebbles of Emily's nipples. Emily bit her lower lip and squeezed her thighs together. Her pussy was getting so wet from the way Joan was touching her. This was what a good maid did. Joan had said, a good maid is wet at all times for her boss. The tingles shot through her body while Joan continued to squeeze Emily's breasts. Joan then brought her fingers together over Emily's nipples. She pinched, pulled, and rolled them between her thumb and forefingers. Emily loudly moaned and squeezed her thighs more. Her thighs were beginning to get wet from her dripping arousal. "They are so small Emily." Emily's cheeks turned red. Her mother had told her that she had small breasts all the time. She said no man would want her with such small breasts. "It's a shame, good maids have nice big boobies." Emily hung her head. Joan continued to pull on her nipples and it continued to send shock waves of lust through Emily. She was embarrassed that her breasts were so small. This caused her sex to pulse in need. "Maybe if you are a really good maid, we will get you new tits. You want new tits don't you Emily?" "Yes Ms. Sinclair." Emily groaned. Her body wanted to cum so much. Her mind was screaming to be a good maid and not cum. Good maids have big tits and don't cum without permission. "Good girl." Joan pulled Emily's nipples toward her and Emily squealed. Joan let them go and Emily felt her flesh snap back. Her nipples were on fire. "Pull the dress up. My maids are only sluts when I tell them to be." Joan turned as she said this. Emily wasn't sure she heard right. Had Joan just called her a slut? She wasn't a slut. She was a maid. She was a good girl. She was listening to her boss. That was what Joan told her good maids did. Joan reached into the night stand near her bed then turned back to Emily. Whatever she had gotten was now behind her back. There was a wicked smile on her face. "Roll on the thigh-high fish nets I gave you. Then you may put your shoes back on." Emily did as she was told. There was a seam in the back of the stockings. Emily carefully made sure that the seam was a straight line up the back of her legs. She went back on her knees once she was dressed the way Joan had instructed her to be. Kneeling with her legs spread so wide, caused her dress to ride up to her hips. Emily hung her head in shame. She felt so exposed and so aroused. Joan smiled. "I didn't even have to tell you to get on your knees. You are being such a good maid." Emily raised her head and smiled again. She was doing a good job. She was being a good maid for Joan. "However, I need you up Emily. I need you bent over my bed. I need to see your ass dear." Emily quickly rose to her feet. She trotted over to the bed and bent as instructed. She thought it was odd that her boss wanted to see her ass, but she was a good maid. She would do as she was told. She hadn't bothered to pull her dress back down. Joan had said she needed to see her ass. There was no point in pulling the dressed down. Joan ran a hand over one globe and then the other of Emily's ass. Her fingers were like electricity, and the tingling in her clit caused Emily to moan again. She wasn't even hiding her wanton need now. Every touch by Joan sent Emily deeper into lustful need. "Tell me Emily, has anyone touched your butt." "Yes Ms. Sinclair." "What about your little asshole?" Joan had pulled Emily's ass cheeks apart as she asked. The lace thong slipped deeper between the flesh, barely covering the pink rosebud. Emily felt more exposed. Her pussy pulsed and her cheeks turned pink. Joan sure knew how to get her to be embarrassed. For some reason it was turning Emily on. Everything that Joan was doing was turning her on. "No Ms. Sinclair." "Your ass is a virgin then Emily?" "Yes Ms. Sinclair." Joan giggled. "Oh my Emily. You are so mine. My maids always love when I play with their assholes Emily. You will let me won't you? You will give me this little asshole won't you? This little asshole will be filled like a good maid's wont it?" "Yes Ms. Sinclair. I am your maid. I will listen to you Ms. Sinclair." With that, Emily felt Joan pull the bit of lacey fabric away from her asshole, and the cool gel was squirted against her anal ring. Emily shivered until she felt Joan's finger rub it against the puckered opening. Emily's pussy began to drip. "You are such a good maid. I can see how wet you are for me. Good girl." Emily moaned as she said it. This was her first time being a maid and she was knocking it out of the park. As the finger entered into her hole, Emily gasped. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. At first she felt the need to push it out, then she felt her stomach flutter and her clit twitch. Her pussy continued to pulse more profoundly. The finger pushed in and out of her ring before another one slid inside her. Emily groaned loudly and gripped the sheets of the bed. Every muscle in her body felt limp. Her head was getting foggier than normal. Three fingers slipped in and out of her asshole and Joan was praising her. Emily was pushing back against the fingers. Joan's thumb now pressed against her clit and Emily parted her legs wide. She was bucking back she was so close to orgasming. The fingers in her ass and the thumb on her clit were pushing her so close to the edge. The steel was cold, hard, and Emily squealed as her ring opened more than it had with the fingers. Her muscles immediately tightened. It hurt a bit but then it subsided. She felt full, her ass was full. Something was pushed into her. "So pretty my maid. You now have a jewel. You are wearing my jewelry Emily. Will you wear it proudly?" Shivering slightly, Emily whispered, because it was all she could muster. "Yes Ms. Sinclair." Her pussy was on fire. She so wanted to cum. She needed to cum. Her body was aching. Her ass was full. It was all she could focus on, her pussy pulsing and her ass being full. Joan swatted her ass, as if to wake her up. "Up girl." Emily slowly rose to a standing position. "Pull the skirt down, don't flash the world whore." Emily blushed at the mention of the word whore. Her mother had called her that. Had told her she was going to sell her for as long as she could remember. She slowly tugged the skirt down. It didn't go far. It barely covered her ass and was just below her pussy. Joan smiled at her. "You are so wet. I can see it on your thighs." Emily whined and the sensation in her clit caused her to twitch. She was so aroused. She couldn't hide it. She was trying to be a good maid. She was trying not to cum until her boss told her to. "Do maids stand?" "No Ms. Sinclair." Emily immediately fell to her knees. As she parted her legs, the dress rose up again and the plug shifted in her ass. She groaned. This was going to be difficult. Joan frowned at her and turned on her heel. She marched out of the room. "Come maid." As Emily began to crawl, each movement of her legs cause the plug to move. When the plug moved her clit twitched, and Emily moaned. This was going to be difficult. A few times down the steps she had to stop to concentrate on not cumming. Joan held open the passenger door of the BMW convertible. There was a white towel in the passenger seat. She gestures for Emily to get in. Emily did as she was instructed and Joan shut the door behind her. Joan climbed into the driver's seat and looked at Emily. Emily swore she saw a glitter of lust in her eyes. "Part your legs." Emily did as she was told. The dress up around her hips, her pussy lips swollen, glistening, swallowing the lacey panties. "They really are unnecessary aren't they?" Emily wasn't sure what she was talking about but she knew she had to agree, to be a good maid. "Yes Ms. Sinclair." "Take them off, put them in your mouth." Emily tilted her head. What was she supposed to take off?" Joan rolled her eyes and started the car. "Your panties. Emily you are not very bright are you?" Emily's cheeks went red as she rolled the panties down in the car. She lifted her ass and groaned freezing in place. The plug moved inside her again. She pulled them down, putting her ass in the seat, the plug was driven harder inside her and Emily moaned loudly. This time her entire body twitched. "No Ms. Sinclair, I am not smart." "In your mouth." Emily balled the lacy panties and put them in her mouth. "That's a good dumb girl." Joan patted her head and pressed the accelerator down. The pulled down the long driveway and turned left. Emily knew immediately they were headed toward the mall. "Wider." Emily spread her legs as wide as she could in the seat. Joan's hand snaked between them and she began to stroke Emily's sex. Her fingers slid in the wetness over her outer lips and then dipped between them into the wet folds. "God you are leaking like a sieve. I am so glad I put a towel down or else you would soil my leather seats." Emily whined in embarrassment. She thought she was being a good maid. Joan had said that good maids were wet for their bosses. Emily was so wet she could hardly think straight. Joan slipped two fingers into Emily's pussy hole and began to rub her g-spot. Emily immediately began to roll her hips. Each time she moved the plug pushed in deeper and then out and in deeper. She groaned loudly into the panties. Her head fell back. She was in sexual ecstacy. "You are like a bitch in heat aren't you?" "Yef Mf Finclair." Emily responded with the panties in her mouth. Joan laughed at her and swatted Emily's sex with her hand. Emily yelped and her clit twitched. Joan then pressed her thumb on her clit at the red light and rubbed her hard. "Don't cum yet Emily. Maids don't cum unless their bosses say then can." Emily writhed in the seat. Her eyes shut, her pussy and clit on fire. Emily bucked harder against the hand that was driving her insane. Emily was panting wildly, drooling down her chin with the panties in her mouth. If she wasn't trying to be a good maid she would have been begging to cum. Emily was gripping the seat hard trying to focus on not cumming while Joan's fingers stroked her, pet her, pushed against her clit, found her g spot, opened her pussy hole, and just tormented her. Joan removed her hand. "Close your legs whore." Emily, brain so hazy with sexual need, she wasn't event offended as she closed her legs. "Open your mouth." Emily did as she was told and the panties were pulled from her mouth. They were quickly replaced with Joan's fingers. Four of them filled her mouth. Emily sucked them hard. She was sucking the sour taste of her pussy off them. "You like the taste of cunt?" "Yes Ms. Sinclair." Emily said between suckling. She again wrapped her tongue around them and sucked harder. She got them clean of her juices but continued to suck while Joan shoved them in and out of her mouth. She gagged a few times as Joan pushed farther into her throat than she needed to. "Good girl." She pulled her fingers out of Emily's mouth and again wiped the spit on Emily's face. "Dress down and out of the car. We have shopping to do." Emily was still trying to catch her breath. The care stunk of arousal. She slowly got out of the car and fell to her knees in the parking lot. Joan looked down at her. "Oh you dim girl. No no. In public like this you may stand. But stay close." Joan began to walk away without waiting for Emily to get to her feet. Emily tried to trot after her, to catch up, but when she moved the plug moved. She found herself moaning in need in the middle of the parking lot. She stopped and tried not to cum Joan continued to walk for a moment and then turned. She stomped back toward Emily and grabbed her wrist. Joan tugged her and Emily moaned loudly the plug sinking farther into her. "You think I have all day to wait for you?" "No Ms. Sinclair." Emily's voice was low and sultry. She blushed thinking she had displeased her boss. It was only her first day. "I don't. You must keep up." She tugged Emily through the mall scolding her. Emily tried to focus on her words. She tried to hear what she was saying but the plug was driving he insane. Each step was agony and pushed her closer to orgasm. Joan stopped in front of Victoria secret. "Uniform store." She declared and walked inside. She had released Emily's wrist for the first time. Emily quickly followed behind her. Joan had stopped at a table and was looking through the panties. Emily stood, the plug not moving for the first time, she was able to take in her surroundings. It was then Emily realized people were staring at her. Women were shaking their heads at her. Men were ogling her. She knew that look. That was the look the boys at school had given her when her mother dressed her. That was look they had when the lead her under the bleachers and she would suck their cocks. "Hold these." Joan held out several thongs for Emily to hold. Emily hung her head. She didn't want to look at these people. She held all the items that Joan had given her. There were several bra and panty sets. Joan grabbed her wrist and tugged her toward the dressing rooms. Emily moaned, reminded of the plug once more. The went into the room and Joan sat down in a chair in the room, meant for holding bags. She crossed her arms frowning as she looked at her watch. She looked up at Emily and pointed up and down at her dress. "Strip and dry them on. We don't have a lot of time whore. So make it quick." Emily frowned at the word again. Why was Joan calling her a whore? She was a maid. She peeled the dress down, and her breasts bounced free. Joan smiled and began to tweak and pinch Emily's nipples. Emily moaned and felt her heart flutter at Joan's smile. She enjoyed Emily's breasts. She liked playing with them. Emily liked when she played with them too. It made her clit twitch. As Emily began to tug on panties Joan reached out and stopped her. "Wait." She thrust her hand into Emily's pussy. Her Three of her fingers immediately went up into her pussy and her thumb rested on her clit. She stroked Emily's g-spot in the dressing room and Emily froze in spot. She began to breathe heavily and hump Joan's hand right there in the store Emily's First Job Ch. 02 "Don't cum you filthy whore. Don't cum." Emily whined. She keeps calling her a whore. She's not a whore she's a maid. She opened her legs and rode Joan's hand hard. Joan's thumb moved back and forth over her clit. "I don't think you can try on these panties. Your cunt is too wet isn't it?" Emily nodded and whispered, "Yes Ms. Sinclair." "You know who gets wet like this?" "No Ms. S - " Emily froze as her body twitched. She was about to cum. She tried to will it away. It slowly went back. "No Ms. Sinclair." "Good girl. Don't cum." Joan's fingers pushed in and out of her. Pushing her harder, the slurping sound was obvious. Emily was so wet. She was so needy. She bit her lip trying not to beg. She wanted to beg. She needed to cum. "Whores Emily. Whores get this wet." Emily turned red. Her face her chest everything about her blushed. She stood nude, in a dressing room, with her boss's hand up inside her pussy. She was humping her hand. She was desperate to cum. "Not maids Emily. Maids are wet for their bosses, but not this wet. Emily are you a whore?" "No Ms. Sinclair." Emily whined. God she needed to cum. "Then why are you this wet?" Emily whined and moaned loudly. Joan swatted her breasts with her free hand. "Shhh." The pain stung and wracked through Emily's body. She twitched and nearly came from the sting. "You. Ms Sinclair, you got me wet." Emily hummed trying not to moan too loud. "You are blaming me for this?" Emily whined low. "No Ms. Sinclair." "Then why are you so wet?" Joan pushed her pinky into Emily and almost her entire hand was inside Emily. The slurping sounds were so loud. Her thumb pressed hard into Emily's clit and Emily shook. She was so close she didn't know how much longer she could handle it. She couldn't concentrate on anything other than her full asshole and her fully pussy. "You can be a whore Emily. It's okay. Your mom told me. I bought you. I bought you like a whore. You can be my maid whore Emily. You want that don't you? To be my maid whore? God you are so fucking wet. I bet you want to cum. Okay whore. You can cum but only when you tell me. Tell me you are my whore then you may cum. You want to cum don't you whore?" "God yes Ms. Sinclair, yes please, Ms. Sinclair, Please please please may I cum Ms. Sincalir." Emily couldn't stop herself. She had to beg. She couldn't stop herself. She was so close too close. "Tell me." Joan demanded as she forced her hand up into Emily's pussy and pressed hard on her clit. Her free hand reached back and pushed the plug harder and deeper. Emily's eyes opened wide, she couldn't see. Her vision was just a series of spots. "I am your whore Ms. Sinclair, your maid whore, yours yours yours. You bought me. I am a whore for you." Emily declared the orgasm rolled through her body so hard. It shook her, her knees gave out and she crumpled to the floor writhing, twitching, and trembling. In the dressing room, Emily was convulsing, the orgasm rolling through her, her pussy shooting cum from her body. Her asshole clenching around the steel jeweled plug in her ass. Gasping for breath Emily slowly came down from the high. Opening her eyes she saw the smirk on Joan's face as she shoved her hand into Emily's mouth. Slowly, Emily sucked all her fingers. Her lips stretched as Joan shoved her fist into her mouth. Tears fell down her cheeks. Emily realized her mother had sold her. Her mother had made her into a whore. She wasn't a maid. She was a whore to Joan. Emily sucked her orgasm off Joan's hand. The sour taste filling her mouth and she knew her place. She was going to service Joan in every way she pleased. There was a knock on the door to the dressing room. "Um excuse me. Only one in there at a time. This is a store not a brothel." Joan laughed. "Its okay. We were just finishing." She looked down at Emily and pulled her hand out of her mouth. Again the spit was wiped on her face. "Up Emily. Come we will buy these uniforms for you. Be sure to dress. I will wait for you outside the dressing room." Emily's First Job Ch. 03 Still sniffling, Emily stood behind Joan with her head hung low. Her mother had sold her to this lady, this stranger, without any concern or thought to how she was going to be treated. How could her mother do that to her? A few snapping noses caused Emily to be awoken from her thoughts. She looked up and saw that Joan was frowning. Her lips pursed in a thin line she rolled her eyes and looked to the sales woman. "Forgive her. She's a bit ditzy at times. Emily, thank the nice lady." "Yes Ms. Sinclair. Th-th-thank you Ma'am." The woman glared at her. Emily blushed. She must have been the lady that caught them in the dressing room. Emily turned a deeper shade of read at the thought of the woman having heard her cum in the dressing room. She squeezed her legs together and gasped, the jeweled metal plug shifted inside her again. Joan tapped her index finger on her cheek and pushed it toward Emily. "Thank me as well Emily. After all I purchased them." Emily quickly pressed her lips together and kissed Joan's offered cheek. "I'm sorry Ms. Sinclair. Thank you Ms. Sinclair." Joan took her wrist and jerked her backward. Joan tugged her through the store. Again, each step was agonizing as the plug shifted this way, that, deeper, and then out a bit. Emily could barely concentrate on anything else. However, Joan's voice was loud in her head. "Should have known better than to think that mother of yours would have taught you manners." Emily was busy trying not to fall over as the plug moved within her ass. Joan dragged he through the mall while Emily whimpered to herself. She couldn't believe it, she was getting turned on again from the way the plug moved within her. A door opened and Emily realized that Joan had taken her to the ladies room. Why were they there? Emily didn't have to pee. Maybe Joan did. Joan continued to pull her into the handicapped stall. Emily was so confused. Did Joan not trust her to be alone while she peed? Did Joan think that Emily would run? Emily had nowhere to go, she had nowhere to run to. Joan sat on the toilet without raising her skirt after she hung the lingerie bag on the hook on the door. "Lay across my lap Emily. You are going to get a spanking for not thanking me. I did something nice for you and you didn't have the decency to say thank you." Emily turned crimson, lowering her head, as she draped her body across Joan's lap. Whimpering she replied: "Yes Ms. Sinclair. I am sorry." "Not as sorry as you are about to be." Joan tugged the little bit of the skirt that covered Emily's ass up, exposing her bare jeweled ass. Emily hung her head and whimpered. To her surprise, Joan began to press the plug and it crept deeper into Emily's anal opening. Emily groaned closing her eyes as the heat between her legs increased. Joan's smooth hand began to rub Emily's right buttock while her other hand continued to push the plug harder and deeper into Emily. Emily wiggled in Joan's lap. With a crack and a squeal from Emily, Joan's hand came down causing Emily's ass to vibrate. The pain surged through Emily and her clit throbbed immediately. "I'm starting to think I have an anal whore on my hands. Is that what you are Emily?" Joan's hand came down again, this time left buttock. The heat in Emily's ass throbbed and Emily cried out again. Joan rubbed the heat into her ass cheek and began to knead the stinging flesh. "I don't know Ms. Sinclair." Two more swats, rapid succession, first the right cheek and then the left. Emily felt the tears begin to fall down her cheeks. She kicked her legs with each crack of Joan's hand meeting her ass. She could feel the redness growing. The plug moved within her and Emily's sex clenched. It began to leak. "I think you are. And that is what matters isn't it? What your boss thinks? Actually, since I paid for you, I am not your boss. I am your owner. That's all that matters Emily, what your owner thinks." "Yes Ms. Sinclair. You are my owner, and what you think is all that matters." Was she still Emily's boss? As being the person that bought her, Emily assumed it to be true. Her boss, her owner, Joan was definitely her owner. Emily was bought and paid for. Emily screamed; three more swats to each ass cheek. The pain was radiated from her ass and throbbed throughout her body. Her ass was on fire, her clit was twitching, and her sex began to drip. "Are you wet whore?" Joan's fingers dipped between Emily's folds crudely. Her index finger curled inside Emily's sex causing her to groan and arch her back. Joan was tickling her g-spot. Emily began to hump in Joan's lap. "Oh my goodness. Not only are you stupid, but you are a horny one too." Joan began to work another finger into Emily's wet hole. Two fingers pumped in and out of Emily, and Emily began to pant in Joan's lap. Joan turned her fingers within Emily, and used her thumb to push the plug in harder. Emily howled in the stall. "That's a good whore. You are a good whore when you get wet from a spanking. Your ass looks so good red. We will do this more Emily. Don't you worry, we will keep that whore ass nice and red. You like that don't you?" "Goddddd Yes. Yes Ms. Sinclair, yes I like it. I like when you make my ass red Ms Sinclair." Emily's hips bucked as Joan roughly plunged a third finger inside Emily. Emily felt her hole stretch, so wet, to take the finger fucking Joan was giving her. She could feel the orgasm building. Then she remembered. She remember the rule. She wasn't allowed to cum until Joan did. Emily began to wine and writhe in her lap. She needed to stop. She needed to stop the orgasm. "Ms. Sinclair," she gasped and arched her back as Joan wiggled her fingers inside her. "Please, please Ms. Sinclair stop. I am going to cum." An evil laugh came from Joan. "Oh little whore. You wouldn't break the rule aready would you?" Joan drove the fingers harder inside Emily. She pushed the plug again. Emily was grinding her hips, causing her clit to press hard into Joan's thighs. She whined and tears fell again. "Please Ms. Sinclair. I can't stop it. You have to Ms. Sinclair, you, my owner, you have to stop me." With her fingers buried deep inside Emily's pussy, Joan began to swat Emily's ass with her other hand. Each swat was harder than the last. She alternated left than right and back again. Emily screamed each time the hand landed on her ass. Each swat pushed her closer. Her ass was throbbing, she could feel welts forming. She couldn't stop it. Emily cried out louder than she had before. Her pussy swallowing Joan's fingers, her ass squeezing around the plug, and she came. She came again loud, shaking in Joan's lap while Joan continued to spank her. As Emily gasped for breath, coming down from the explosion of the orgasm, Joan ran her fingers through Emily's hair. She placed her cum filled fingers in front of Emily's face and Emily immediately began to suckle the pussy juice from them. Her ass was on fire, her pussy continued to twitch. "Tsk tsk tsk. An undisciplined whore. What will I do with you? You came without permission. That is a bad whore. Seems spanking does nothing but get you off. We will have to punish you another way Emily. Don't worry I have some ideas. But first, you have to make up for your mistake." Emily moaned sucking on Joan's fingers. She nodded. She would make up for being a bad whore. She wanted to be a good whore. She would be the best whore for Joan. Joan had paid for her. It was her duty to give Joan what she paid for. Joan pushed and Emily fell out of her lap onto the dirty bathroom floor. Emily groaned as her body hit the cold hardness of the tile. She watched as Joan began to lift her skirt. She hiked it up so that it was over her hips. Emily stared at the beautiful pussy Joan at. Her lips were puffy, slick with arousal, and perfectly clean. Emily, who had never thought of herself as being attracted to women, found herself mesmerized by the look of Joan's sex. Joan pointed to the toilet bowl. "Head here whore." Emily, without hesitation, got up on all fours, and put her head, face down in the toilet ring. She looked at the cool water and whined. Was Joan going to push her face into the water? Was she going to give her a swirly? "No no no. You are really a stupid one. Face up." Emily whined. She turned and leaned back. Her head, was now in the toilet ring again, this time face up. Her hair dipped into the water. Joan smiled at her, and Emily felt her stomach swoon and her pussy twitch. She enjoyed when Joan smiled at her. "Good dumb whore." Joan then straddled Emily's face. She crouched a bit, hovering over her. "Open that move of yours." Emily did as she was told and gagged as soon as it happened. Joan let the amber stream go, and it landed perfectly into Emily's mouth. Her mouth filled quickly with the pungent liquid. It flowed out of her mouth, down her cheeks, down her chin, and up her nose. Emily coughed a few times and tried her best to swallow what she could. "Drink up you dirty twat." Joan scolded as she laughed at Emily. "Be sure to clean me when I am done." Emily whined gagging on the golden liquid. Soon, a few dribbles began to drip down onto Emily's face. Licking her lips, and ensuring that she had swallowed all that was offered to her, Emily lifted her face and began to lick at Joan's puffy lips. The taste of arousal mixed with the sour taste of urine as Emily lapped at Joan. Joan reached down and pulled Emily's head up into her sex deeper. Emily's tongue danced over the inner lips and she sucked on the outer ones. She was beginning to really like the taste of a woman's wetness. Emily closed her lips around the protruding cum button. She sucked hard on it while Joan moaned above her. Soon Joan was rocking her hips, riding Emily's face. As she did this, Emily's nose and mouth were blocked. It was harder to breathe as Joan ground her pussy into Emily's face. Using her tongue, Emily licked at Joan's hole, she darted her tongue in and out. She felt Joan's hole spasm around her tongue as it slipped up higher inside her. Joan pushed down harder on Emily's head. Emily's neck strained, only supported by the toilet. "Good whore, that's it. Suck my cum button. You can do it. Oh God that's it Emily." Emily sucked harder, she ran her teeth over Joan's clit. She alternated flicking her tongue against it and sucking on it. Joan was coaching her. Joan was telling her she was doing a good job. Emily's heart flopped. She was good at something. She was good at being a whore for Joan. The sweet cream exploded onto Emily's face as Joan groaned loudly and her thighs shook on either side of Emily's head. Emily sucked the cream, she licked at it, she wanted all of it. She tasted so sweet. The urine taste was gone, it was all orgasm. Joan pulled herself off Emily's face and tugged her skirt down. She looked at Emily smugly. "Good whore. Rise." Emily scrambled to her feet. Her face covered with Joan's cream, hair wet with urine and toilet water. Emily smiled proudly. She had done a good job. She was a good whore. Joan used her foot and flushed the toilet. "You stink." Emily frowned and hung her head. "Come. Let's go home before your stinky dumb ass embarrasses me in the mall." Joan grabbed Emily's wrist with one hand and the bag with the other. She pushed the stall open and led Emily out. Emily's dress was still pulled up around her waist as they exited the bathroom. Emily stopped in the door way and was tugged forward by Joan. They weren't far from the mall exit but they were still in the mall. Emily whined, she was so exposed. Her pussy was out, her red ass was out. Everyone would see her. "Move you fucking cunt. I don't have all day." With a hard yank, Emily was tugged into the hallway of the mall. She met eyes with the Hispanic Janitor, who was ogling her like a piece of meat. Emily began to cry again. She was a piece of meat. She was a sold piece of meat. Joan dragged her down the back hall toward a back entrance. The entered the parking lot and Emily heard some girls giggling. She wouldn't look up. She knew they were laughing at her, her red ass, her jeweled plug, and her exposed pussy. She was a whore, and she was on full display. They stopped at the car and Joan shoved her inside. The door slammed behind her and Emily sobbed inside the car. What had she done? She was just made a fool at the mall. She would never be able to show her face there again. Joan climbed into the driver's seat and started the car. Taking Emilys face in her hand she tugged it toward her. Emily locked eyes with her owner, with Joan. "You are my whore." "Yes Ms. Sinclair." "You will do as I say." "Yes Ms. Sinclair." "Never will you make me drag you like that again. Am I clear?" "Yes Ms. Sinclair." "If I want everyone to see you red spanked ass, what will happen?" "Everyone will see my red spanked ass Ms. Sinclair." "Fuck right! You are lucky I am not making you walk home you dumb fucking twat. You are so lucky you are cute and good with your mouth. If you weren't I would be asking for a refund." Joan angrily threw the car into gear and pulled out of the spot. The car screeched through the lot and Emily wiped the tears from her face. The cum had begun to crust. The scent of urine filled the car. "You really do fucking stink." "I am sorry Ms. Sinclair." Emily hung her head. "Next time I offer you my stream, you will drink it all. Do you understand? Never spill a drop of what I offer you." "Yes Ms. Sinclair. I am sorry." "I know. You are just too dumb sometimes. I have to be more patient with such a dumb one like you. It's okay. I will train you. You will be the best trained whore ever." Emily smiled. Someone had faith in her for the first time in her life. "Yes Ms. Sinclair. Thank you for training me Ms. Sinclair." Emily's First Job Ch. 04 Once they arrived back at Ms. Sinclair's house, Joan quickly exited the car and snapped her fingers for Emily to do the same. Eager to please, Emily opened the door, got on all fours, and quickly tried to keep pace with Joan. The plug in her ass was driving her crazy, and she was starting to get sore. She would both moan and wince each time she moved. Smirking down at her, Joan ordered Emily to open her mouth. Emily did as she was instructed, and the handles from the bag from the lingerie store was put in her mouth. Joan turned and began to walk toward the door to the house. Emily tried to keep up and not stumble over the bag. Joan did not turn to look at Emily as she strolled through the house. Emily did her best to keep up. Joan sat in a high wing backed chair in the den of the home. Emily sat back on her heels with her legs spread as wide as she could make them and winced as the plug nestled itself inside her. "Get in proper attire." Slowly, Emily peeled the tiny dress from her body. She folded it neatly and tucked it under the coffee table with the bag from the store. She resumed her strained pose and whined as the plug moved again. "Present your bottom to me." Turning crimson, Emily got on all fours, turned and put her chest to the carpeted floor. She turned her head, arched her back, spread her thighs, and pushed her ass high in the air. The plug moved within her and Emily ached. Joan's fingers traced Emily's tight anal ring that was holding the plug inside her. Joan tugged slightly at the plug pulling it a few centimeters out and Emily groaned. She felt her pussy lips begin to swell and become slick with arousal. "Such a wet little whore. Any time I touch you and your cunt drips." Using one hand to tug the plug half way out and then force it back into Emily's sore rosebud, Joan used the other hand to stroke Emily's quickly slickening sex. Emily groaned and moaned the pain from the plug stretching her anal ring and the pleasure from her sensitive sex was conflicting and Emily's body could barely keep up. The heat she felt started in her sex and radiated throughout her body. With a pop, and a loud grunt from Emily, she felt the plug pulled entirely from her ass. Joan giggled and soon a cool gel was squirted into her. Emily moaned and she felt Joan slip two fingers into her. Joan pumped them in and out and the feeling was similar to that of having to move her bowels however, Emily felt every muscle in her body respond and her head began to swim. Emily's pussy twitched as two fingers slide into her channel, and the fingers in her asshole slipped out. As the fingers inside her pussy slipped out two fingers buried themselves deep within her asshole. Emily groaned each time and felt her body tremble. She was so turned on. "This is going to be our first focus of your training. You are going to surrender your ass to my will. Do you understand?" In a trembling voice Emily responded: "Yes Ms. Sinclair." Joan laughed, and Emily felt her entire body blush. She had never had her ass fucked or filled before Ms. Sinclair. The feeling was so humbling. Emily felt that it both aroused her and embarrassed her. She felt dirty as Joan worked a third finger into each of her holes. Emily's groans began to get louder and her pussy clenched harder around the fingers. She was Joan's whore, no matter what she had to do what Joan said. No matter how dirty or embarrassed she felt. Joan had bought her. "We are going to make this gape. So there will be no denying that you are a whore Emily." Emily whined, both in arousal and in a pang of humiliation. Her body blushed again. This was becoming a common thing with Joan. It was like every time she said something to Emily, or told Emily what she was going to do, Emily got both aroused and humiliated. Her ass felt full and sore as Joan worked her pinkie inside Emily. Emily couldn't help but push back against Joan's fingers. She was a whore; she was going to be the best whore she could be. It would make Joan, her boss happy. She had to do it. "You are a natural. You are opening already. It is really lovely. You're going to be a good whore and learn to take a fist. Do you understand Emily?" Again, her voice trembled in response: "Yes Ms. Sinclair." Emily whimpered in pain as Joan forcefully shoved four of her fingers inside Emily. Her thumb pressed into her pussy. Keeping the four fingers in her asshole, Joan tried to open them while simultaneously working three fingers and a thumb into Emily's pussy. The feeling of absolutely fullness overcame Emily. She clawed and grabbed at the carpet. Her body trembled. Her clit pulsed. She whined and whimpered while Joan continued to work her body. "You belong to me Emily. This body of yours, its mine. I can do what I want with it, to it, and I can fill it with whatever I want." Emily nodded and a tear slid down her face. Her asshole was on fire and the pain was increasing. Emily was afraid she was going to tear right there. If her body could not do what Joan wanted, then what would happen? "We will work your ass nightly little dumb whore. We will stretch it wider and wider each night. You will wear plugs every day. I will fist you by the end of the week you little whore. Then we will work to make it bigger and bigger!" Joan's laugh cut through Emily. She whined as Emily spread her fingers against Emily's tight anal walls. Emily could feel her body straining to obey. The tears falling down her face continued. There was nothing she could do but obey. Suddenly, a sloppy squish noise filled Emily's ears and she felt empty. Her anus felt stretched and her pussy clenched at nothing. There was a slime feeling being wiped on each of her ass cheeks. Joan was wiping her fingers off on Emily. To Emily's dismay, she found that she was torn between being relieved that her ass was empty and disappointed that her ass was empty. She fought the urge to wiggle her ass and entice Joan into filling her again. The fiery sting and cracking noise caused Emily to howl and jump. Instinctively, Emily brought her hand to her right ass cheek, where the sting oriented and another sting landed on her left, harsher, deeper, and Emily screamed again. "You embarrassed me you stupid worthless cunt. You are being punished. Do not cover that ass I own. It is mine to discipline. It is mine to whip." Emily cried as each welt formed instantly. She felt a slight bit of blood trickling down her thighs as the pain was excruciating. She was being whipped with a single tail harshly. Every time the whip kissed her ass, Emily fought the urge to cover and run. "You will do what I say without question slut. Do you hear me?" "Yes Ms. Sinclair." Emily cried. Another crack of the whip sent pain rippling through Emily's body. "You are to be my obedient little fuck toy." Her skin split and Emily screamed louder than she had before with that lashing. "Tell me what you are." "Your obedient fuck toy, Ms. Sinclair." "You are so fucking stupid, is this the only way to get through to you?" The crack of the whip, the pain rocketing through her, Emily didn't know the answer. She just screamed and cried. "Answer me you useless fucking cunt." "I don't know Ms. Sinclair. Please. I will be obedient. I promise Ms. Sinclair. I promise." Twenty. She was given twenty total lashes with the whip. Ten lashes for each ass cheek. Joan snapped her fingers "Up on all fours." Trembling, Emily raised her chest, sobbing her wobbling arms held her up. Her ass felt like hamburger meat. Through blurred vision, Emily saw the blunted woven leather end of the whip in front of her face. It was held in Joan's hand. "Kiss the whip and thank it for punishing you." Emily whined it was so embarrassing to address an inanimate object. Slowly, she pursed her lips; afraid to feel the pain again she pressed her lips against the whip. "Thank you whip for punishing me." Joan pointed her stiletto'ed heel under Emily's chin. "Now kiss my foot and thank me for the honor of feeling my whip across that worthless ass of yours." Emily lowered her body gain and kissed the leather tip of Joan's heel. Whispering she did as she was instructed: "Thank you Ms. Sinclair for the honor of feeling your whip across my ass." "What kind of ass?" Joan cracked the whip but not against Emily's skin. Just the sound caused Emily to recoil and wince. "I'm sorry Ms. Sinclair, I'm sorry. Thank you for the honor of feeling your whip across my worthless ass Ms. Sinclair." "It truly is an honor to be punished by me Emily. I do this to make you the best whore you can be. It seems you are too dumb to listen at times, so I have to resort to pain to ensure you don't do things again." Emily whimpered in response. The tears were beginning to slow but the pain radiating from her ass was continuing. Joan disappeared from in front of her and Emily heard her take a seat behind her in the chair again. Emily was trembling and yelped when the salve was applied to her striped ass. Joan worked a cool healing gel into her new wounds. Then Joan told Emily that it was time for bed. Once on her pillow, Joan gave Emily a list of explicit instructions that she was to do in the morning. Emily was to gently wake Joan in the morning. Emily was so tired she could barely focus on what Joan was telling her. She hoped she got everything before she drifted off to sleep. She didn't want to be punished again. Emily's First Job Ch. 05 The urge to pee woke Emily. As she stirred, she was disoriented at first. She looked around the room, taking in her surroundings; this was not the tiny windowless closet she had at her house. This was a vast sprawling room, with a large bed decorated with plush bedding, just behind her. It came flowing back to her as she scampered into the bathroom, careful not to rouse Ms. Sinclair. She was sold; her mother had sold her to her friend. She now belonged to the older woman and was her maid or her whore? As Emily relieved herself in the toilet she wasn't quite sure which she was. However, she was sure what her next task would be. It was to wake her owner, her boss, Ms. Sinclair. Cleaning herself after using the toilet, Emily winced. The memory of being whipped the previous day flooded back. She fell on all fours, this was her place. She had to remember or that or feel the kiss of the whip again. She slowly crawled out of the bathroom and looked to the alarm clock on the night stand. It was nearly eight in the morning. She needed to wake her boss. Gingerly, Emily climbed up in the bed. It was soft, so comfortable. She was careful to slip under the covers beside Ms. Sinclair. Burrowing under the blankets she snaked her body between her owner's long, beautifully toned legs. To her surprise, her boss slept naked. This made her task of waking her very easy. She brought her face to her owner's mound and began to kiss the outer lips. She had previously seen them aroused, swollen, and glistening in her sweet juices. Now they were sealed in a line, concealing her inner lips and clit. It didn't take long before Ms. Sinclair began to stir. The more Emily's pink tongue slid over her slit and her lips pursed against the outer lips, the more aroused Ms. Sinclair came. A low moan came from her, and Emily slipped her tongue between the growing outer lips. The heat Emily found in Ms. Sinclair's sex startled her. She groaned herself tasting her boss's sweet juice and sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue swirled figure eights, around Ms. Sinclair's cum button, and down around the opening of her channel. Her tongue swiped the inner lips and then back up to her clit. Emily really was getting into it, the louder Ms. Sinclair came. She knew she was doing a good job. Ms. Sinclair turned onto her back fully and pulled her legs up, bent at the knee, with her feet planted on the mattress. Ms. Sinclair's hands came into Emily's hair. She gripped fistfuls of hair and tugged Emily's head into her sex further. Emily's nose pressed against the cum button as her tongue began to slide in and out of the spasming hole. Ms. Sinclair groaned lifting her hips. She was now rubbing her dripping sex all over Emily's face. "You are learning to be a good little cunt licker whore, don't stop!" Ms. Sinclair's voice was husky and filled with lust. Emily tried to respond but her mouth was filled with Ms. Sinclair's pussy. Emily ran her teeth gently over the outer lips, nibbling on them before she pressed her tongue against Ms. Sinclair's cum button. It didn't take long, Ms. Sinclair exploded as her legs trembled. The flow of cream covered Emily's face as Ms. Sinclair orgasmed. Once she came down she pet Emily's hair. "Such a good whore I have bought. Come now. You are my personal maid, my personal toy, my little fuck hole. You are going to shower me." Emily's own sex was pulsing in need. She had been so turned on by the noises Ms. Sinclair made that she was aching to be touched. As Ms. Sinclair slipped from the bed gracefully, Emily awkwardly crawled out from the covers, tangled in the sheets, and then nearly fell out of the bed. Ms. Sinclair laughed at Emily causing Emily to blush. "So stupid sometimes." Emily hung her head. She hated being reminded that she wasn't smart. Ms. Sinclair snapped her fingers and continued to the master suite bathroom. Emily quickly crawled behind her. She had a lot to do to keep her job and keep her boss happy. "You will get the shower water warm enough for me." Ms. Sinclair sat herself on the toilet and pointed to the glass enclosed shower. Emily nodded and immediately began to play with the faucet as she heard Ms. Sinclair's stream it the water in the toilet. She was thankful that Ms. Sinclair didn't use her as her personal toilet that time. It had turned her stomach last time. Emily heard the fingers snap again and she turned her head sharply as the water heated. Ms. Sinclair was standing, let's parted wide just outside the shower. "Come pet, clean me." Emily whimpered and slowly crawled toward Ms. Sinclair. As she reached her, Ms. Sinclair's hand came out of nowhere and flew across Emily's face. Emily couldn't help herself she cried out in pain with the force and the sting, her head flung to the side. "You ungrateful little cunt. Everything I offer you is an honor and a gift. For the rest of the day you will be drinking my golden streams for that little show of disrespect. Do you want to go back to your mother whore? I thought you wanted to be a good fuck hole?" Emily's mouth fell open, she was terrified. "No! No Ms. Sinclair I do! I want to be good. I do want to be good for you. I am sorry, please don't. Please don't send me back." "I have half a mind to return you. You're fucking stupid, you are ungrateful, and you don't seem to accept your place as a whore." "Please Ms. Sinclair, please don't. I will be good from now on I promise. Please, I want to be good. I just don't know how. I am sorry I am so dumb Ms. Sinclair, please." Ms. Sinclair's arms crossed over her chest while Emily's heart pounded. She didn't want to go back to her mom. She wanted to be good. She wanted to do whatever this woman told her to do. She had to. "Then clean my pussy." "Yes Ms. Sinclair, thank you Ms. Sinclair." Emily brought her mouth to the apex of Ms. Sinclair's thighs. Her tongue ran over the wet lips she had just worshiped. The pungent flavor and sour smell filled her mouth and nose. She gagged a bit but did her best to lap it all away. She continued to suck and lick until the flavor changed to the sweet wetness she had licked before. "That's better." Ms. Sinclair pushed Emily back. "Now, get in that shower. It is your job to ensure that I am bathed clean and proper." "Yes Ms. Sinclair." Emily stepped into the shower; the warm spray of water over her body was nice. She enjoyed the feeling but quickly moved out of the spray so her boss could take her place. Ms. Sinclair, ever graceful, stepped into the shower and positioned herself under the spray. The first thing Emily grabbed was the shampoo. She squirted a hearty blob into the palm of her hand and worked her hands together. Ms. Sinclair crouched just a bit, since she was taller than Emily, to allow Emily ease in access. Emily worked the shampoo into lather as she scrubbed Ms. Sinclair's hair. She massaged her scalp and smiled hearing Ms. Sinclair moan. She was proud that she could please her boss. Ms. Sinclair dipped her head into the flowing water. Emily rinsed her hands, relishing the warmth of the water. She was so cold out of the flow of it, and her body was covered in goose bumps and her nipples could cut glass. Emily grabbed the conditioner and repeated the process with Ms. Sinclair's hair. She worked the cream from Ms. Sinclair's skull to the tips of her hair. She massaged her scalp again and noted that Ms. Sinclair shivered as she did it. While Ms. Sinclair rinsed the conditioner from her hair, Emily sought out the loofa and liquid body wash. Discovering a bottle with flowers on it, Emily snapped the lid open. The fragrant aroma of lilies filled the shower. Pouring an ample amount onto the loofa, Emily worked it into a sudsy pile. Starting with Ms. Sinclair's shoulders, she scrubbed gently working her way over her scapula, over her arms, down to her fingers, then back up her shoulders. The bubbles cascaded down her spine while Emily worked at cleansing Ms. Sinclair's back. Stopping momentarily at the base of her spine, the small of her back, Emily took a deep breath. She worked the loofa over Ms. Sinclair's perfect heart shaped ass. Emily was sure she paid particular attention to each globe of flesh. She worked the loofa slowly between the crack of Ms. Sinclair's ass. Another groan came from her. Emily worked the loofa down the crack over to the slit that she had just worshipped. Emily fell to her knees, concentrating on her task and from behind cleaned Ms. Sinclair's body diligently. Ms. Sinclair turned after Emily, begrudgingly, moved from her sex and washed the full length of her long legs. Ms. Sinclair towered over her. Her crotch nearly pressed against Emily's face. Emily looked up at her, in awe of the woman. She was pure class and power. Emily's heart fluttered and her sex pulsed. It was begging to be touched, begging to be toyed with by this beautiful woman. Ms. Sinclair looked down at her and smiled. "Don't stop whore, you were doing a good job for once." "Yes Ms. Sinclair, thank you." Emily continued to work the loofa up Ms. Sinclair's body. The bubbles falling as Emily reached the cleft of Ms. Sinclair's sex. Emily wanted to taste it again. She found she loved the flavor and wanted to bring this woman to orgasm again just for the sole purpose of enjoying her taste. She fought the urge. Instead, Emily used the loofa to stimulate her sex. She worked it up to Ms. Sinclair's mound and applied slight pressure. Ms. Sinclair moaned and placed her hand on Emily's head. Emily raised slowly, her eyes on Ms. Sinclair's and began to run the loofa up her taunt belly over the swell of her beautiful breasts. Emily licked her lips; she wanted to taste her nipples. She wanted to lick them and bite them. She had never realized she liked girls before. It wasn't until she began working for Ms. Sinclair she had had these thoughts. She just wanted to be a good whore, a good maid, or whatever she was. She really wasn't sure. She just knew she wanted to be good at it. Once Ms. Sinclair was thoroughly cleaned she stepped out of the shower. Emily felt like a popsicle. She was instructed to bathe herself while Ms. Sinclair dressed. Emily couldn't hide her disappointment that Ms. Sinclair did not play with her. She wanted to be a fuck toy; didn't that mean she got fucked? Sulking, alone in the shower, she began to wash her own hair.