Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2008 18:20:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Ivan Bodark <wolfe3927@yahoo.com>
Subject: Marcy the Housekeeper: Chapter Two - Second Impressions

You know the drill;

1)The following piece of erotic literature is not intended for people under
the legal age of their jurisdiction.

2)Unless specifically stated by the author (I.E. ME) all characters,
events, fictitious places, etc are products and property of said author and
not intended to represent or copy those of other authors. (Not to be
confused with things which are inspired by other authors work)

End Legal Ranting.

	Marcy the Housekeeper: Second Impressions

	The next morning I lay in bed wondering at my own restraint.  After
nearly skull fucking her unconscious I had asked Marcy to cook dinner, so I
could see her cooking ability.  The entire evening she wore that same
outfit.  After dinner I told her she had the rest of the evening to relax
as I needed to catch up on some work.  I'm sure she thought I'd decided not
to keep her, but was too polite to just throw her out on the street.

	So, there I lay, alone in my bed, while she most likely sleeps
peacefully two rooms down the hall.  Thinking back to each of Marcy's high
points made my cock slowly throb stiffer and stiffer.  Then I looked down
and noticed the traces of that bright pink lipstick around the base of my
cock.  I was contemplating reaching down to stroke my now raging hard cock
when I heard a quiet knock at the bedroom door.

	"Enter," I called out, pulling myself up to lean back against the
head board, but doing nothing to cover my lipstick stained hard-on.

	"I fixed breakfast, sir," Marcy replied, entering the room with
loaded tray, still wearing her outfit, but looking immaculate.

	"Have you showered?" I asked casually as she attempted to place
the tray over my lap without painfully folding my cock over on itself.

	"Yes sir, just before starting breakfast," she replied, bowing
slightly and back away from the bed.

	"Have you cum yet?" I continue, idly popping a piece of bacon
into my mouth.

	"No sir," she answers, blushing cutely.

	"Good.  Go down to the end of the bed and lay down in a sexy pose
for me," I say, as if it is a perfectly normal thing to ask a girl to do.

	I smile as she does so without hesitation or complaint.  For a few
minutes I just enjoy the show with my breakfast.  Then I notice Marcy
starting to squirm a little and smirk, because it's obviously from arousal
not discomfort.  Just laying herself out for my pleasure gets her worked
up.  Finishing my breakfast I set the tray aside and lean back, pulling my
legs up but spreading them apart to frame my still hard cock sticking
straight up.

	"Tell me Marcy, why are you here?" I ask calmly.

	"Excuse me, Sir?" she replies, obviously a little distracted by
my cock and the randomness of the question.

	"A girl of your looks and talents could be very picky, so why are
you laid out at the end of my bed like a Playboy Playmate drooling at the
sight of my cock as if it were the last one on Earth?" I ask, teasingly
stroking my cock as she watches.

	"Oh..."

	"Not to mention ... I could've done anything I wanted to you last
night, couldn't I?" I continued, watching her eyes as they suddenly snap
up from my cock to meet my own.

	"How...?" she asked, near panic plainly evident in those lovely
eyes.

	"Marcy, dear.  I did not get where I am without learning to read
the slightest tick in human reaction," I reply, tilting my head slightly
to one side and smiling in a way that I had learned disarmed people easily
", Come here."

	"Yes, sir," she says, crawling up the bed into my arms as I lower
my left leg to accommodate her body.

	Once she was settled in I gently kissed her lips and lightly stroke
her back.  After a few minutes I feel her really relax, even sliding her
hand down to slowly stroke my cock.  As sexual as it would seem it was more
intimate and relaxed.

	"Does she know?" I ask quietly.

	"Sort of ..." she replies, pausing in both speech and stroking
me.

	"Oh?" I prompt gently.

	"She knows her little brother likes cock and that her best friend
is a submissive slut, but not that there is any connection," she quietly
explains, nuzzling my shoulder.

	"Must be difficult keeping that straight," I comment, one hand
slipping up under that mesh shirt to cup one of her perfect c-cup breasts.

	"Hmm,"

	"You want to tell her?" I ask, gently pinching her nipple.

	"Have to.  She'll notice that her little brother now has the same
bra size as her best friend," she replies, giggling in that cute way
again.

	"And lovely breasts they are," I say, winking playfully.

	"How do you do it? ... Sir," she asks, suddenly remember she's
dropped the sir for several sentences and squeezing my cock at the same
time.

	"Do what my dear?" I asked, more than a little distracted by the
pressure on my cock.

	"Dominant, aggressive, and rough, yet kind, polite, and gently,
all at the same time," she says, pushing my other leg down as she
straddles my lap and sits up, "Anyone else would've taken advantage of
last night with no thought of the possible internal issues."

	"Why would I knowingly damage such a lovely and valuable item as
you?" I ask in return, now cupping both her breasts, my cock sticking up
alongside hers under that cute little skirt.

	"That's exactly what I mean.  You refer to me as property and make
me feel wanted and loved in the same sentence," she says, blushing while
her precum drips down onto my stomach.

	At this point I just smile and continue fondling her breasts.  She
is past her issues with her sister and ready to move on.

	"When should I send her the invitation so she can meet her little
sister?
 I asked casually, though my cock stiffens alongside hers as I say it.

	"Next week, I need some time to settle in and learn your habits,
sir," she says, starting to slowly rock her hips.

	"Will I need to behave or is she family enough to accept the
unique nature of the situation?" I ask, pulling my own hips back until the
tip of my cock slips into place against Marcy's virginally tight entrance.

	"She's very accepting ..." she replies, squirming.

	"But?" I ask, teasing my cock against her entrance, but avoiding
penetration for the moment.

	"Not sure I want to risk sharing," she says, blushing while
pushing herself back against my teases.

	"Not your call my little slut," I playfully growl as I pull back.

	"No Sir," she whimpers, squirming again.

	I sit up slightly, nuzzling her neck and growling as my cock pushes
against her entrance once again.

	"You really want your first time like this?" I ask, gently biting
her shoulder.

	"I need to be exactly what I am from the beginning, Sir," she
replies, panting heavily as her precum drips down on my stomach like a
leaky faucet.

	"As you wish, my little whore," I growl just before shoving my
raging hard cock up deep into her tight little ass in one smooth motion.

	She moans loudly and I smile wondering if the neighbors can hear
her.  No matter they'll have several hours to figure out where it's coming
from before I finish.  This is the beginning of Marcy's new life, I have to
make it memorable for us both.

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