Date: Tue, 4 Mar 2014 18:43:46 -0500 (EST)
From: Mikeallanb@aol.com
Subject: Dirty Little Secret

Dirty Little Secret (F/F, D/s, Humiliation, Consensual) by Couture
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"Are  you done yet Millie?" Victoria called from the living room.
"Almost finished  ma'am." The petite young woman hurriedly loaded the cups
in the dishwasher and  looked around beneath the sink for the detergent.
She was a pretty girl of only  twenty four. However, with her hair pulled back
in a ponytail, cheeks with a  light coat of blush, sky blue eye shadow, and
pink lipstick, she looked  nineteen.
"Hurry, you're embarrassing me in front of my friend."
"I'm  sorry ma'am." Damn these people. Where was the fucking detergent?
Her duties  were trying at the best of times. Watching Victoria's brat of a
son had been bad  enough. Worse, now she was forced to be Victoria's personal
servant. But to  expect her to be able to work in a strange house was
impossible. Not to mention,  her tight form fitting uniform and high heels made
work even more  difficult.
Finally! She found the detergent, poured it in the dishwasher, and  set it
to running. Soon after, she set herself to running - running back to the
living room, before she was any deeper in trouble.
"About time," Victoria  sneered. "What took you so long?"
"I couldn't find the detergent  ma'am."
"Idiot." Victoria said. To Sandra: "Good help is so hard to find  these
days."
Millie hated being talked about like this. More so, she hated  listening to
the two rich bitches go on about her like she wasn't even  there.
"Yes, isn't it terrible," Sandra said. "Just last week, I had to let
Maria go. I heard those people were hard working - well not from my experience.
 She was constantly making up excuses about having to stay home with a sick
child  or some such nonsense. Well, I had her sent back to Columbia pronto."
"Well,  luckily I don't have to put up with that from my Millie," Victoria
said. "But  sometimes I don't know who does more work her or me constantly
having to keep my  eye on her. Isn't that right Millie?"
Millie's face burned a humiliating  shade of crimson. "Yes, ma'am."
Victoria once again turned to Sandra and  whispered conspiratorially, "You
see, my Millie has some issues with self  control. She is a petit voleur."
Sandra arched a curious eyebrow.
"A  little thief," Victoria said. "Is that what took you so long Millie?
Were you  busy stealing her silver?"
Millie's eyes widened in fear and a fresh sheen of  sweat broke out on her
forehead. "Oh no ma'am."
"She could have gone straight  to my bedroom and have her pockets full of
my jewelry," Sandra said. "I can't  believe you would bring this into my
house."
Millie hated the way Sandra  said, "this" and nodded in her direction as
if she weren't even a person.
"Don't worry dear," Victoria said, patting Sandra's knee to comfort her.
"Her pockets are merely decoration. There are very few places for her to
hide  any jewels."
"I can think of a few places."
Old Bitch. Millie hated her  already.
"Show her Millie," Victoria said. "Take off your dress."
The  young maid blinked back her tears. She tried to tell herself that she
was in her  senior year of college. She tried to tell herself that this wasn'
t forever. She  hated the gray dress she was wearing. It was a one piece
utilitarian garment  that screamed domestic help. She hated how people looked
down on her while she  wore it, but at least it afforded her a little
protection. Her fingers fiddled  with the top button, she looked imploringly at
Victoria to spare her this  indignity.
"There's always the alternative," Victoria warned.
The tears  Millie had struggled to contain streamed down her cheeks,
leaving trails of dark  mascara. Her fingers trembled as they fumbled with the
buttons of the dress. Her  smooth young body slowly came into view, and a shake
of the hips left her dress  in a heap at her feet. With a hand over her
pert breasts and another over her  sex, she did her best to hide her privates
from the lecherous gaze of this  strange woman.
"A thief and a slut," Sandra said, her eyes hungrily  devouring the naked
girl standing trembling in front of her. "She's not even  wearing
underwear. What is she, some sort of prostitute as well?"
Victoria  took it all in with a knowing smile. She supposed Millie was an
attractive young  woman, if a person was so inclined. She stood there
obediently, clad only in a  pair of black heels and sheer black stay-ups. She had a
narrow waist and a plump  ass. Her round breasts were pert in the way only
a twenty-four year olds could  be.
"She isn't allowed them," Victoria said. "It makes it very easy to
inspect her to make sure she hasn't taken anything.
"Closer thief," Sandra  sneered at Millie. "Closer, where I can see you."
"And move those hands out  of the way," Sandra said. "How can I tell if you
've hidden anything with those  paws in the way?"
Millie meekly stepped forward and resumed her humiliating  display in front
of the two older women, one of which she didn't even know. Her  chin
trembling, her tears flowing freely down her rosy cheeks, Millie hated  herself
for allowing all this to happen. Hated how Victoria could turn her from  a
strong-willed young woman to a crying girl in the blink of an eye. She took a
deep breath and moved her hands to her sides.
"Nothing hidden," Victoria  said. "Satisfied?"
"Not quite."
To Millie's horror, Sandra reached down,  and there could only be one place
her hand could be going. "No," she cried out,  her hands grabbing Sandra
by the wrist.
"That bitch attacked me!" she rubbed  her wrist where Millie had grabbed
her. "Call the police, call them right  now."
"No," Millie begged. "Please ma'am. I'm very sorry ma'am."
Things  had gone from bad to worse. She was already guilty of stealing and
now she could  be charged with assault. She moved her hands out of the way,
and turned her head  to the side in submission.
Sandra smiled her face shining from her victory.  Her hand resumed its trek
between Millie's trembling thighs. Sandra took her  time, making sure
Millie suffered maximal humiliation. She pulled at her pink  labia, investigating
as if it were possible to hide something behind them. Then  she dabbled
around the opening to her sex. Millie cringed in horror, she tried  to put her
mind somewhere else. Tried in vain to keep thoughts of her situation,  of
this rich bitch groping around her sex, out of her head. Tried to keep from
reacting. It was useless.
"She's wet," Sandra said. "The little slut's  getting off on this or
maybe - or perhaps she greased up her cunt in order to  stuff my best jewels up
there. Which is it you stupid girl? Do I arouse you or  have you stolen my
jewels?"
To Millie's dismay, Sandra now had three fingers  pushed into her sex and
pushing them all around. Worse, Sandra looked intent on  forcing another
finger or even her whole hand into Millie's already sore and  painfully
stretched sex. Millie took a look at the wicked old bitch tormenting  her. This
fifty year old spinster. This rich old bitch with her facelift and  expensive
clothes. She wasn't pretty by a long shot. Millie wasn't gay, and even  if
she were, she wouldn't be attracted to this old bitch.
But, she couldn't  deny the betrayal of her body. She hated herself for it,
but she was aroused.  This old bitch, if not her look, then the way she was
treating her, was turning  her on.
"You-you arouse me, ma'am," Millie admitted, her face flushed from  sexual
excitement, her legs dancing like some sort of human puppet attached to
Sandra's hand. It was the last thing in the world she wanted to say, but it
seemed to be the only thing way to get the old woman to leave her alone.
Sandra smiled and withdrew her four fingers from Millie's sex. She sat,
idly  teasing the young woman's pink folds and distended clit.
"I guess she  doesn't have them in here," she admitted. "Turn around
girlie."
Millie was  eager to get away from Sandra's hand, before she was forced to
orgasm in front  of the old bitch. However her relief was short-lived. The
old woman's hand  snaked up her thighs then slipped between the cheeks of her
bottom.
"Please  ma'am," Millie sobbed. "I swear I didn't take anything. I was
only in the  kitchen."
"Shush girlie," Sandra said, lightly trailing her finger along the  pucker
of the young woman's rosebud. "You act as if you've never taken it in the
ass before."
"I've . . . never . . . ugh."
Sandra pushed a fingertip into  Millie's tight virgin ass. The young woman
tried to pull away, but Sandra took  hold of her pubes and held her fast.
"Just relax dear," Sandra said, and  pushed her finger in further.
"Ouch," Millie yelped in discomfort at her  ignominious treatment.
"That's a good girl," Sandra said. "Just relax. Open  up that tight
little ass. Good girlie."
Millie grunted in discomfort as the  finger wormed its way further -
working in and out of her virgin rosebud. Sandra  seemed to have actual sympathy
for her, which was something Victoria lacked over  the year of her employment
and even more so for the two weeks of her virtual  enslavement. There was
only one problem, the sympathy seemed condescending. It  was the sympathy one
would have for a small dog, not a person.
"Almost done."  Sandra thankfully withdrew her finger and began to fumble
around through her  purse. "Now where's my keychain? Ah, there it is."
Sandra her keys with one  hand and pushed at the small of Millie's back
with the other. "Lean forward  dearie," she said.
The young woman leaned forward, unsure and slightly  frightened what else
this woman had in store for her.
"Now open up and let me  see inside you," Sandra said. "We've got to make
sure you haven't hidden any of  my valuables up there."
Surely she couldn't be suggesting. Millie looked  behind he in alarm. The
old woman was there, penlight in hand, fully intent on  looking inside her
bowels! Millie clamped down on her asshole. Never!
"Are  you being shy or sneaky? Hmmm?" Sandra asked. "Is little Millie shy
and  obedient? Or is she a thieving little sneak?"
Shy and obedient, Millie  thought. "Please don't. I didn't take anything.
I swear to Gahhhd."
Millie  wasn't southern. It was at that moment that Sandra picked to
reinsert her finger  into Millie's tight young ass all the way to the hilt.
"No matter," Sandra  said. "We'll know soon enough."
Millie took the intruding finger as best she  could, but the lubrication
previously afforded by her secretions soon faded, and  the dry digit began to
abrade her sphincter. "Ouch!" She flinched and tried in  vain to pull away.
"Am I hurting you girlie?" Sandra asked. "Am I being a  mean old auntie to
you girlie?"
"Yes!" Millie's legs danced, but Sandra held  her fast by her pubic hair
and firmly in place.
"Just tell auntie the  problem and she will make it all better."
"You're too rough- it's dry- and my  - and my" Millie kicked her knees up
uselessly. It only served to cause her  pubes more discomfort.
Sandra tugged the young girl's short and curlies  twice. "Shut up," she
said. "A young lady should be respectful, shouldn't she  Millie? Now, address
me as Auntie, and tell Auntie the problem."
Ow - ow -  ow! No way was Millie going to go along with this madness. Her
name wasn't even  Millie, it was Margaret Lily. She had a degree in business
and no way would she  submit to this indignation. Yes, she had been caught
stealing and it was on  tape. Yes, she had agreed to be Victoria's virtual
slave for two years to avoid  jail. Yes, she agreed to work for her for twenty
four hours a day with no pay.
But she had sure as hell never agreed to this.
The dry pain in her ass  and the painful tugging of her pubic hair on her
sensitive flesh soon convinced  her otherwise.
"Ouch Auntie," said a defeated Millie. "You are hurting me.  I'm dry. My
ass is dry."
"There - there girlie," Sandra soothed the young  woman, caressing her
bottom intimately. "Auntie Sandra will make it  better."
Sandra stopped trying to force her finger into Millie's ass, causing  the
young woman to foolishly hope that her ordeal was over. However, Sandra
placed her fingers on the inside cheeks of her bottom, pulled them apart,
snorted, and spat into the pucker of her ass.
Millie bucked in response. She  would have clamored away, but for being
held tightly reigned in by her  pubes.
"Settle down girlie," Sandra said, giving a warning tug on her pubes.  "
You said you were dry. Well, now that's taken care of."
Oh never never  never. Her virgin asshole was never meant for such abuse.
She wanted out. She  wanted to go home. "Victoria, please," she pleaded,
looking vainly for  assistance from her employer. "Help me."
"It's your choice," Victoria said.  "There's always the tape." Victoria
hated herself even as she said it. But a  deal was a deal, and Millie wasn't
the only one who had made deal.
"There's  only one choice girlie," Sandra cackled, buggering the young
woman with a rough  fingertip. "Which is it, wet or dry?"
Not at all, thought Millie, but that  wasn't an option. "Wet," she
begrudged.
"Lean forward girlie," Sandra  cackled. "And spread those fat young cheeks
of yours."
Millie leaned forward,  her sobs rising up in her chest as she reached back
and pulled the cheeks of her  bottom apart. She could hear the old bitch
snort and spit again, this time dead  on the rosebud of her ass. It clenched
uselessly in response.
"Good girlie."  Sandra pushed her index finger home. But, she wasn't
content to just insert it  in the young woman. Instead, she pushed it in and out.
Fucking her with it. It  hurt at first, but as much as Millie's dismay, the
sensations grew pleasurable.  Her knees grew so weak, she wobbled trying to
support herself.
"That's okay  girlie. Auntie knows it feels good." Sandra said. "Go on
down to the floor. Ass  high. Arch your back like a good girlie."
Millie didn't even want to imagine  what she looked like. She was being
fucked. Plain and simple. Fucked by another  woman. Worse, she was enjoying it.
She was naked and on the floor, her ass  making wet sounds, fucked by a
kinky old bitch while her employer looked on.
"Your lovely ass clenches down so very nicely," Sandra said. "So tight -
so  hungry - with fat spankable cheeks. But Millie must learn to relax. Relax
dear  and give it up to Auntie."
It was downright mortifying, and yet her body was  alive with sensation.
Sandra insisted that she relax and stop clenching, but her  body involuntarily
sought to halt the invaders advance. With all the resolve she  possessed,
she willed her sphincter not to clench.
Oh fuck. The finger  plowed into her. She couldn't help but grunt and
groan, but she held fast and  obediently took the invader in her ass. She pushed
back on her haunches taking  an additional finger deep in her ass.
And just when her mind was able to  float free from her situation, the finge
rs were pulled free. Cold air stung her  insides. She tried to tighten her
sphincter, but it was hard - so very  hard.
"Just relax girlie," Sandra said. "Let auntie look inside."
Millie  dared to look back. Sandra was there, penlight in hand, intently
looking at her  most private parts.
"Come on girlie," Sandra cooed. "Let auntie see. Such a  cute little
brownie. Let auntie look inside now."
Millie buried her head  between her arms. She couldn't help but obey, she
couldn't maintain the effort  to hold her asshole closed another second.
"Such a good girlie," Sandra said.  "Nope, no shiny jewels in here.
Victoria, would you like to look?"
Victoria  shook her head, her nose wrinkled in disgust. "Not my thing. As a
matter of  fact, let's close this piece of business."
"Not yet," Sandra said. "Be a dear  would you and go the kitchen. I have a
piece of ginger in the spice cabinet  above the stove. Could you peel it
and bring it back here? Please?"
Victoria  wasn't much for running and fetching things. Ordinarily she would
have told the  old bitch to go fuck herself, but there was still something
she needed from  Sandra. Besides, Millie was occupied, and Sandra seemed
quite occupied with  Millie.
When she came back, peeled ginger in hand, Sandra was still very  much
occupied.
"Oh you poor dear," Sandra said. "This must be so horrible  for you. Such
a pretty young girl. So promising. Yet here you are in such a  state. And
your poor parents. Do they know about your situation?"
"No  Auntie."
"And we'll keep it that way, won't we dearie?" Sandra said. "This  will
all be our little secret. Our dirty little secret."
Victoria shook her  head in disgust. It was sick. Such a sick spectacle.
Sandra could very well be  the girl's mother - her grandmother even.
"Yes Auntie." Millie was hunched  over, face pressed against the floor,
her plump ass high in the air, reaching  between her legs, she had two fingers
lodged firmly in her asshole.
Sandra  slapped Millie hard on the ass. "Did I tell you to stop?" Slapped
her again.  "Get those fingers busy. I want that little brownie nice and hot.
"
Millie  grimaced and her fingers resumed their motion, working in and out
her already  sore asshole.
Disgusted, yet, strangely aroused, Victoria watched the older  woman's
hands roaming over the young girl, supposedly soothing her, and  occasionally
pushing a finger or two into Millie's wet sex. Even kissing her  cheek and
then on the lips, almost lovingly. But, Victoria knew the truth. Knew  what a
predator the Sandra really was. And Victoria herself wasn't blameless.  She
had delivered the young girl into the old woman's clutches.
Sandra took  the ginger from Victoria and smelled its clean lemon scent. "
On the floor with  you girlie. Ass high. Back arched. Hop to it, we have to
get you plugged  up."
Millie felt her indignation rise. Victoria never made her get in such a
humiliating position. And plugged up? What in the world did the old woman mean
 by that? And yet, and yet Millie couldn't bring herself to tell the old
woman  no. She blushed deeply knowing Victoria was looking on as she went down
on all  fours with her ass arched into the air. She obeyed. Meekly
submitting to the  older woman.
Sandra smiled and winked at Victoria. Victoria wasn't sure what  to make of
it as Sandra pressed the ginger root into the young girl's  ass.
"That's a good girlie," she told Millie, then helped the young woman to  a
kneeling position. "Here, rest your head on auntie's knee, while she talks
 business."
"She's perfect," Sandra said, while stroking her fingers through  Millie'
s long dark hair. "Do you have the tape?"
"Here it is." Victoria  removed the tape from her pocket book and handed
it over along with Millie's  signed confession. "And my son?"
"There's an admissions form on my-" Sandra  stopped speaking to look down
at Millie who was frantically patting her on the  knee.
"Auntie!" Millie whispered.
"It's rude to interrupt Auntie when  she's speaking," Sandra said.
Millie bit her lip. Discomfort was written  across her face. She waited for
as long as she could.
"Please-" she begged,  frantically tugging at the hem of Sandra's skirt.
"Oh bother," Sandra said.  "What is it girl?"
"It burns!" Millie reached back for her fiery  asshole.
"Did I say you could do that?" Sandra grabbed Millie by the ear and  gave
a slight twist.
"No Auntie but-"
Sandra's look softened. She let go  of the young woman's ear and resumed
stroking her hair. "It is hot, isn't  it?"
"Oh yes Auntie!" Millie answered. She squirmed. Each time she clenched
her ass the burning sensation grew more intense. "Oh God, it's so hot."
"You  want Auntie to make it better?"
"Please Auntie?"
Sandra scooted up and  slid her dress beneath her hips. She wasn't wearing
panties. Millie gasped in  shock at the sight of the woman's hairy and very
wet cunt.
"Auntie's hot  too," Sandra said. "Maybe if you help cool Auntie's fire,
then Auntie will help  cool yours."
"But - but -" Millie sputtered. "I'm not like that."
"You've  admitted already that I arouse you," Sandra said. "Isn't that
what you said  earlier? You weren't lying were you?"
"No - but - but -" Millie's thoughts  were all jumbled. The fact that she
was aroused didn't mean she was gay, or did  it? And if she were, she
certainly didn't want this fifty year old woman. She  would pick someone her own
age or maybe someone in her late thirties like  Victoria.
"Well, you arouse me too," Sandra said. "There's nothing like sexy  young
girls - especially obedient sexy young girls that get my rocks  off."
"Here, just rest your head right here," Sandra placed Millie's chin on
the couch between her legs, "And your hands here on Auntie's knees, and think
 about how hot Auntie is. And how uncomfortable it is being hot. Then maybe
you  can kiss Auntie and make her feel better. Take your time, Auntie is
going to  have a cigarette while you think about it."
Sandra leaned over and picked up  a pack of Salems from the end table.
Doing so brought her pubic hair in contact  with Millie's nose, tickling it. She
took out a cigarette, lit it, took a few  puffs, and exhaled.
Millie was in a hopeless situation. This woman - this  stranger, had
stripped her of her clothes. Had stripped her of her dignity. She  was a business
major, and yet there she was, on her knees, with an older woman's  sex, just
inches from her nose. Sandra's musky scent was almost overpowering.  She
was wet, so very wet. And hairy. No way could she be expected to do this.  She
wouldn't. She couldn't.
Oh but her ass burned. And her own sex was so  very aroused. So tingly it
made her want to squirm. She could feel her juices  sliding down her thighs.
God, what must Victoria think of her? How would she be  able to live this
down?
"Now where were we?" Sandra said, ignoring the sounds  of discomfort
coming from the young woman between her thighs.
"The  admission." Victoria said. "For my son." She would have left
already if not for  her son. She had nothing against gay people really. Her hair
dresser was gay.  But the last thing she wanted to see was two women have
sex. She wanted to look  away, but somehow the spectacle of Sandra dominating
this young college educated  girl was something you couldn't look away from.
"Oh yes, your son," Sandra  said. "You need his registration form. I guess
it must be embarrassing to have  all his friends accepted to our school,
while he wasn't. It isn't fair how  people are judged by their children, is
it?"
It wasn't fair. Victoria had  enrolled Henry with the best violin teacher
in town. She had even hired a  private tutor. And a nanny, who was fucking
useless, and now kneeling there with  a gingerroot sticking out of her ass.
She had done everything right. And  everyday, at the club, while shopping, or
entertaining friends, people would  say, "We got our notice in the mail
today. Our Patrick is going to McCain, just  like your Henry."
Yes. Yes, she had lied. Told them Henry was going even  before the letter
arrived. She was so sure he would be accepted. And when he  wasn't, she had
tried everything, even bribing the registrar. She shuddered when  she
remembered what Sandra told her. It wasn't money she wanted, but sex. A  female sex
slave.
They had made a deal. Victoria had until Henry turned six.  She had to find
a young girl - a pretty girl - and bring her to Sandra on a  platter.
Victoria chose the only girl she knew - her nanny. She had an expensive  hidden
surveillance system installed and left money and jewelry around the house  -
even under the cushions. She prayed every night for the little bitch to give
 into temptation and every day she was as rude as possible to give her
every  excuse. She knew she had to succeed or it would be her instead of Millie
there  on the floor kneeling between the old bitch's thighs.
She trembled as she  heard wet smacking sounds that could only mean one
thing. Dear God, Millie was  doing it. She was eating this filthy old woman's
cunt.
"That's my good  girlie," Sandra cooed. "You have a sweet tongue little
girlie. Get it on in  there. Right on in Auntie's pussy. Oh yes - I like
hearing you. I like hearing  those wet hungry sounds. Now diddle Auntie's clit."
"Look in my office. It's  the first door on the left down the hall,"
Sandra said. "His admission form is  on the desk."
Millie moaned from between Sandra's thighs. She licked Sandra's  cunt with
abandon. Licked her dark wrinkly lips. Sucked her thick fleshy clit.  She
removed her hands from Sandra's knees in hopes of relieving the burning in
her ass.
"No girlie," Sandra caught her by the wrists and placed them back  behind
the girl's neck. "Keep them right here. Just like a nicely mannered young
lady."
Millie's hips danced. She couldn't hold still and it wasn't just from  the
burning sensation in her ass, but the warm sexy sensations shooting through
 her sex. She did everything she could think of to bring the old woman off.
She  licked. She sucked. She nibbled. She even rubbed her face in it.
"Fuck, but  you are good at this girlie," Sandra moaned. "I do believe I'
ve got a natural  born pussy licker here." Sandra ran her fingers through
Millie's short dark hair  and leaned back into the sofa.
"And you are going to get so much better,"  Sandra said. "I'm going to
give you plenty of practice."
"No," Millie moaned,  though it was muffled by Sandra's cunt.
"Oh yes, you are," Sandra said,  grabbing two handfuls of Millie's hair
and pulling the girl into her cunt and  humping her hips into her face. "Loads
and loads of practice. My little cunt  licker."
No, please no, Millie begged, but her protest were in vain, and only
served to bring her tormentor off.
"Oh fuck - oh fuck- I'm coming!" Sandra  moaned, her face contorting with
her passion. "Do my clit. Do my fucking  clit.


The admission form wasn't on the desk in the office. Well it was, but  it
was near the bottom of Sandra's inbox. And it wasn't signed. Victoria had
hoped to sneak out the back, but she was going to have to go back in. Back in
to  the lion's den.
"Stand up on the chair girlie," Sandra said, patting the  chair
impatiently. "Auntie doesn't have all day."
Millie stepped up on the  seat of the chair. She now towered above Sandra,
yet she felt even more  vulnerable now than before.
Sandra took Millie's hand and placed it over her  sex, stroking it up and
down. Her left hand reached behind the young woman and  grasped the end of
the ginger root, twisting it and turning it.
"Beautiful,"  Sandra cooed. "I love seeing those fat cheeks clench."
Millie stood trying to  keep her balance. The burning in her ass had
leveled off. Until Sandra twisted,  pulled, and pushed on the ginger root, causing
her to burn anew. And yet rubbing  her sex, while it didn't relieve the
pain, it made it not matter so much.
Victoria returned to the room with paper and pen. She wanted to interrupt,
yet it didn't seem the time, so she stood at the door and watched.
"Are you  hot, girlie?" Sandra said. "You want auntie to make you feel
better?"
"Yes .  . . please. . ." Millie said, biting her bottom lip. Her sweaty
damp bangs  hanging down over her eyes. Her face still wet from Sandra's
secretions. Her  hand now moving faster over her wet slit.
Sandra pulled Millie's hand away  from her sex forcing her to stop
masturbating.
"Now here's your choice," she  said. "You can relieve the heat in your
hot cunt or the heat in your plump  little ass. But only one. Which is it
going to be?"
Millie looked down with  pleading eyes. Her face was a mess of ruined
makeup, cunt juice, and dried  tears. Her nipples had hardened to two hard pink
peaks. Her ass burned. Her sex  ached with need.
"You think about it girlie," Sandra said. "I think Victoria  has something
for me to sign."
At the mention of Victoria's name, Millie's  eyes rose and flashed around
in guilty embarrassment. Sandra beckoned Victoria  over and quickly
scribbled her signature on the admissions form. Henry was now  an official student
at the academy. Victoria's reputation was  intact.
Ignoring Victoria, Sandra spoke to Millie, "It's all over now girlie.  You
belong to me now. Your chubby ass is officially mine."
Millie was  momentarily stunned. She summoned what remained of her
strength, part of her  wanted to protest the offhand comments of her weight, yet she
knew she had to  stay focused. "We had an agreement. It's only for two
years. I'm a - I'm in  college." This wasn't the way it was supposed to be.
She had been caught  stealing. She had agreed to be Victoria's servant for
two years. Cook and clean  - go pick up dry cleaning. Take care of her stupid
brat kid. She had done all of  these things already during her first two
years of college - except for pay. But  in all her worst imaginings, she never
anticipated - never dreamt of this.
But she had agreed to two years. Two years she could do. Even of this. The
theft she committed. The theft that was on tape. It would be on her record
forever. Her college degree would be useless. She would be a nobody - white
 trash. She could never allow that to happen.
"It's alright girlie," Sandra  reassured the scared young woman. "We were
discussing the terms of your  agreement while you were in the kitchen."
Sandra shared a look with Victoria,  and Victoria knew they had never
discussed the length of the agreement. She also  knew Sandra would never be
satisfied until she owned Margaret Lily body and  soul.
"Two years," Sandra continued. "I have your agreement and I have the
evidence safely locked away. Don't you worry about a thing girlie. Auntie has
everything under control."
Victoria took the signed admissions form and  quickly put it in her purse.
She headed toward the door even more quickly. She  hadn't been prepared for
what she had seen. She knew the old woman was a dyke.  She knew what would
be in store for her former employee when she set the trap  with the money and
the video camera. But she had never imagined this, watching  the old woman
break down the bright but very na‹ve young woman right in front of  her
eyes.
"Which will it be girlie?" Sandra asked, while forcing Millie to  stroke
her sex, while at the same time fucking her ass with the ginger root.  "Your
chubby young ass or your hot little cunt?"
"Oh please - oh please  please please,' Millie begged. It was all she
could do to keep from falling from  the chair.
"Neither," Sandra teased, moving Millie's hand away from her sex.  "Is
that it? We can do it you know. We can keep that hot little cunt and that
chunky ass of yours on fire for weeks if you don't want to choose."
"My  pussy," Millie moaned
"Say it right," Sandra ordered. "Your hot young little  cunt."
"My cunt." Hips pumping. Will broken. Yearning so much to touch  herself.
Millie cried, "Fuck me. Fuck my hot young little cunt."
Sandra took  hold of the ginger root and resumed buggering Millie's tight
puckered asshole.  She gently teased the young girls wet folds from the
front.
"And what a hot  little cunt it is," Sandra said. "A college girl you say?
What is your  major?"
"Bu - business," Millie gasped. She couldn't help but squat down,  legs
spread, heels squeaking on the chair.
"Look Victoria," Sandra said. "My  own personal little CEO. Look at her
squirm. Can you believe this? A dim-witted  little maid who thinks she's a CEO.
"
That could be me, Victoria realized as  she looked back one more time from
the front door. That could be me there  dancing around on the chair for that
old bitch, masturbating myself for her  pleasure - bobbling around like a
tiny marionette. Her own sex was burning up -  her panties soaked through.
She wondered what choice she would make in a similar  position.
"If only your parents could see you now you dirty little girlie.  Watch you
come your tiny little brains out on top of that chair," Sandra said.  "
Maybe later though, hmm? First maybe I'll invite some girlfriends over. They'
ve  probably never seen a CEO before. I'm sure they've certainly never
spanked one.  We'll make a day of it. Yes, we'll have tea and then you can eat
us all out.  Practice your cunt licking skills. Auntie's got a big fat dildo
with your name  on it. Stop squirming girl and get that clit up here where
Auntie can feel it.  Such a thick clit it is too. So fat. So thick and rooty.
A girlie cock. You want  Auntie to tug it?"
"Yes Auntie," Millie groaned. "Tug it. Tug my fat clit.  Fuck I'm going
to. Oh God, I'm gonna. . .So hot - oh God, so fucking  hot..."
Victoria shut the door behind her. Even so, she could still hear a  high
pitched keel that could only be Millie coming. She couldn't help but  imagine
the poor girl, eating a bunch of stuck up old bitches out. Going from  one
to the other, passed along like some sort of sex toy. A helpless slave for
their sordid amusement. She felt a thrill of pleasure shoot through her sex.
The  poor girl. The poor poor girl. Oh God, and yet. And yet, she almost
wished . .  .
The End
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